Forever Mates: Zus & Rue (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Zus took one look at the brown-haired beauty that walked into the bar with his friends and knew that he had found the perfect submissive. He just wasn’t sure the sexy little man was ready for his dominant brand of mating. Being in control was second nature to him and he wasn’t about to change that for Rue, even if the man was his forever mate.
Rue Tasquer had just about given up hope that he would find the perfect man to dominate him until he found a set of deep, piercing green eyes staring at him from across a bar. As eager as he is to find someone to accept him—kink and all—Rue quickly gives into the man’s demands and follows him for what turns out to be the beginning of something that will either make Rue the happiest man alive or send him running for his life.
Rue shoved his hands into his pocket as he listened to his friends argue. It was the same old story really, just different words. Jace always seemed to be talking them into doing something wild, on edge, and usually really stupid.
“It’s just a bar, Liam,” Jace said. “They can’t keep us out.”
Rue wasn’t so sure. They’d been kicked out of bars before. If they were lucky they got away unharmed. More often than not, they ended up being roughed up a bit before they got sent on their way.
“You think not?” Liam laughed, sounding very nervous. “We’re in redneck hell, Jace. Not only can they keep us out, they can tar and feather us. That is what they do in these backwater towns, isn’t it? Tar and feather people?”
Bay snorted. “Normal people, maybe. Queers like us?” Bay shook his head. “They string us up, and like, throw lawn darts at us or something.”
Lawn darts? Rue smothered a laugh behind his hand.
“Oh please,” Jace replied. “This is a public place. We have as much right to be here as anyone else.”
“Honey, I hate to break this to you but we’re not anyone else,” Bay chuckled. “We’re loud, flaming, flamboyant queens. Hell, the eyeliner on Rue’s face alone could get our asses kicked.”
Rue blushed as Jace frowned at him. He liked to wear a little eyeliner. So the fuck what? It enhanced his pale features and made his deep dark mocha-brown eyes stand out. Rue personally thought his eyes were one of his best features.
“Jace, honey, if someone looked up gay in the dictionary,” Bay said as he waved a hand between them all, “they’d find a picture of us.”
“We’re not that bad,” Jace insisted.
Yes, we are! Rue nodded his agreement. They did scream gay, or at least what people saw as the stereotypical gay man…right down to the sequined purse under Liam’s arm.
“Jace, what color is my shirt?” Bay asked as he plucked at the silky material with his fingers.
“Azure blue, why?”
“And Liam’s?” Bay continued.
“Uh-huh,” Bay said, “and what type of piercing does Rue have?”
Jace glanced back at Rue, grinning. “Guiche.”
Rue felt his face flush again. While he liked the paleness of his skin because it made his eyes shine, there were times he hated it. Every single little embarrassed blush could be seen for miles around.
“Honey, face it, we’re gay!”
Jace laughed. “Okay, so we’re gay. So what? That doesn’t mean we don’t have as much right to be here as anyone else,” Jace said as grabbed the door handle to the bar. “Besides, maybe we can teach those hicks a things or two about fashion and makeup.”
Rue could hear Jace laughing as he opened the door and walked inside the countryside tavern. He quickly scanned the parking lot to make sure no one was giving them the stink eye and then followed in behind the others…plowing right into Bay when the man stopped.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Rue looked past to his friends to try and see what had stopped Jace. He gulped past the lump in his throat. Oh boy, they were in such deep shit.
Rue had been inside of his fair share of bars but he tended to avoid the ones filled with rough, muscle-bound, jean-clad, cowboy-boot-wearing, beer-drinking rednecks. He tended to live longer that way. Country boys didn’t seem to take to his kind very well.
He preferred to think his kind was the one that had brain cells but he knew the truth. Rednecks and gothic gay subs didn’t blend well and this place basically looked like every backwoods bar that Jace had ever dragged him to…pool tables, beer and peanuts, country music, and rednecks. And there didn’t seem to be a gay man in the bunch.
“Come on in, boys.” Jace giggled “There’s eye candy as far as the mascara-lined eye can see.”
Deciding he’d waited long enough, Zus got to his feet. Without a word to his brothers, he crossed the room to stand in front of the man he desired. Zus knew he wasn’t as gentle or charming as his brothers. The pulse beating rapidly in the little man’s throat said he didn’t have to be.
“Come,” he ordered before turning to walk away. He knew the man would follow before he even heard the soft tread of his feet on the hard tiled floor. Zus tried the utility closet door and found it locked. The scent of Mikhail, the other man, and sex filled his nostrils.
Zus ignored it, and the ache it brought him. He walked further down the hallway to the man’s restroom and walked in, the door swishing closed behind him. A moment later, the door opened and a smaller figure pushed in.
Zus stepped right up to the man, pushing him into the wall even as he grabbed the man by the hair and tugged his head back. The man’s mocha-brown eyes were wide open. There was a hint of fear, but it was nearly overridden by desire blazing in their depths.
“You’re mine.” It wasn’t a question. Zus had every intention of making this man his. The sudden flash of liquid brown told him the man wasn’t adverse to his attentions. The hard bulge in his pants told him the man liked Zus’s charming words.
“Get rid of the clothes,” Zus ordered. He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched. The man was made for him. He followed Zus’s orders eagerly, quickly pulling his shirt off then his jeans and the rest of his clothes until he stood naked.
“Fucking perfect!” Zus hissed.
The man’s face flamed, but his jutting cock jerked in response to Zus’s praise. It was the ideal response from a man he would soon dominate. Praise and censure were excellent tools for training, and Rue seemed susceptible to both.
Zus seized the man, hauling him into his arms. He grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back. Huge brown eyes blinked up at him. Zus knew he would continue to drown in those big mocha-brown eyes for the rest of his days.
“Rue, uh, Rueben, I mean,” the man stammered as his eyelashes fluttered. “Rueben Tasquer.”
“You know you’re mine now, don’t you, Rue?” Zus asked. It would be the last time he asked. Once he claimed the man, and he would, there would be no turning back. Rueben Tasquer would belong to him until he took his very last breath.
That was all Zus needed to know. He lowered his lips and claimed Rue’s. The instant molding of the man’s body against his made Zus growl into Rue’s mouth. The man had just melted. It made Zus harder then he thought possible.
Pulling his lips away, Zus swung Rue around and pushed him down to lean against the bathroom countertop. He tapped the man’s legs apart until he spread them. It was only then that he spotted the ring of silver on the man’s perineum glinting in the soft bathroom light.
Zus groaned. Fate had a way of picking the most perfect mate for each individual even if they didn’t agree at the time. Zus did. Rue seemed to be everything he had ever wanted even if he hadn’t known he wanted it until the man stood before him.
Squatting down behind the man, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart to get a better look. Hard, heavy balls hung just beyond the piercing. A tight pink hole twinkled at Zus just above.
Zus leaned forward and caught the small ring with his tongue, tugging on it. Rue cried out. His body trembled under Zus’s hands. Zus tugged harder. He stuck his finger in his mouth and got it all wet before pushing it against the pink puckered hole above theguiche piercing.
His finger got sucked right in as if Rue’s body needed to be filled. Zus knew his saliva, much like his pre-cum, would loosen Rue’s tight body naturally so that he felt no pain, only exquisite pleasure.
He still wanted to be sure because he knew he couldn’t go easy on the man. He wanted him too much. With that in mind, Zus pushed another finger into Rue’s ass. The man squirmed, wiggling his ass and silently begging for more.
Zus leaned back and brought his other hand down hard on the man’s ass cheek. Rue’s legs trembled so much he was afraid the man might collapse. Zus started to pull his fingers free to grab Rue before he fell to the ground, but the man pushed back with his hips.
“No, please,” Rue begged.
Zus thrust his fingers back in.
Rue cried out.
Zus stood to his feet and looked down at the man he had bent over the countertop. From behind Rue was gorgeous. His long, lean back dipped at the bottom, inviting Zus to lick along the sleek lines. A nicely rounded ass fell below the dip.
It begged to be paddled.
Zus couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hand down on Rue’s ass. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if it meant the world would come to an end. The soft pale skin begged to be reddened.
“Oh yes,” Rue cried out, “please.”