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By:Olivia Black


Dylan blew out a harsh breath. He walked down the hallway, and Emmett  trailed after him. When they reached the master bedroom, Dylan sat  Emmett down on the edge of the bed. He paced around the room without  saying a word, as if trying to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Flowers." Dylan stopped pacing. He dropped  to his knees in front of Emmett, placing his hands by Emmett's thighs.  Emmett spread his legs apart, making room for Dylan, and Dylan moved  closer. "He was someone that I cared about. We were in a relationship  for many years. He died. And, before you ask, no, I never thought about  changing him into a vampire. I couldn't tie us together, not when I was  waiting for my True Match."

"I'm sorry." Emmett felt guilty for being jealous. He knew Dylan loved  him. He could feel it in his soul. He never should've allowed himself to  feel a moment of jealousy.

"I've been in relationships. I've had sex. I've been alive for a long time, and through it all, I've been waiting for you."

He reached out and cupped Dylan's face. "I've been waiting for you, too."

Emmett pressed their lips together, melting into the kiss. He moved his  hands down Dylan's neck and grasped the collar of his T-shirt. With one  yank, he ripped the material apart. Dylan rose to his feet and pulled  Emmett with him.

"Naked," Dylan growled.

Emmett grinned. He toed off his shoes and stripped down, carelessly tearing off his clothes.



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As soon as Emmett was naked, Dylan grabbed his True Match and flipped  the man over, tossing him playfully onto the bed. Emmett landed face  first on a pile of blankets and started laughing. He attempted to roll  over, but Dylan stopped him with a simple command. "Stay."

"Yes, sir," Emmett replied, his tone teasing.

Emmett pressed his chest down against the bed, arms in front of him, and  raised his perfectly sculpted ass up. Dylan growled. He spread his  knees apart for good measure, exposing his tight rosette for Dylan's  viewing pleasure. Emmett moaned, rolling his hips, rocking back and  forth.

Emmett whimpered. "Please, don't make me wait. I need you." He spread his knees wider.

"I always give you what you need, love."

Dylan grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it beside  his lover. He climbed on the bed and knelt behind Emmett. He cupped the  man's meaty ass cheeks, kneading the flesh. Dylan waited, letting the  anticipation build. He knew how much Emmett hated waiting, but it made  the release so much sweeter, especially when his True Match begged.

"Dylan," he growled.

He leaned down and pressed his face into the crease of Emmett's ass.  Dylan lashed Emmett's hole with his tongue, coating the rosette in a  thick layer of saliva.

Emmett moaned. "Oh God." His muscles flexed, and his asshole fluttered.  Emmett swiveled his hips, pushing back before moving forward, humping  the soft blanket underneath him.

Dylan tightened his grip, roughly palming Emmett's cheeks as he held him  place. With his tongue, Dylan circled Emmett's hole, drawing out a  variety of shapes. He alternated speeds, adding more stimulation. He  spit and licked, using every trick he knew to drive his lover wild.  Emmett clawed at the sheets and babbled nonsensical words as he begged  and pleaded for more.         

     



 

Emmett was panting, repeating, "Please," again and again.

Dylan put a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet before slowly  penetrating Emmett's ass. Dylan moved his digit, stretching him nice  and easy before adding another finger.

"Dylan!" he shouted. "Fuck me."

Dylan grabbed the bottle of lube. He flicked open the lid and squeezed  the slippery substance on his shaft before tossing the bottle aside.  Gripping Emmett's hip with his left hand, Dylan wrapped his right hand  around the base of his shaft. He pressed the head of his shaft against  Emmett's hole and applied some pressure. His cock eased into the man's  body, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, inch by inch. When he was buried  balls deep inside his mate, Dylan paused.

"Ah God," Dylan groaned. "You feel so good."

Emmett moaned.

Dylan looked down at where their bodies were connected. He pulled his  hips backward, watching his cock pull free before slowly pushing  forward, burying his length once more. He started a slow rhythm,  building up speed. Each thrust was deeper, harder. With each drive of  his hips, Dylan let his control slip away. He moved faster, fucking  Emmett with long, deep strokes.

"Dylan … oh God … Dylan … " Emmett cried out.

Emmett matched him stroke for stoke. He moved, pushing his ass back,  racing toward his release. Together they found a steady rhythm. The  sounds of Emmett's pleasure spurred Dylan on. He thrust, deeper and  deeper, driving his shaft in and out of Emmett's ass.

"I'm gonna … Dylan!" Emmett cried out his name as he came.

His inner muscles spasmed, milking Dylan's cock. Dylan's hips jerked,  and his muscles tensed. His release soon followed. He yelled out,  shouting his lover's name as he came. His seed shot from him, pumping  into Emmett, marking and claiming his True Match.





Chapter Fifteen




At sunset, when they were both spent, Emmett fell limp against Dylan. He  wrapped his arms around Emmett's waist and carefully maneuvered the man  so that they were both lying comfortably on the bed. He pulled the  blankets up, covering his True Match.

"I love you," Emmett said on a yawn.

"I love you, too," he whispered.

Dylan lifted his right arm and presented his wrist to his True Match,  pressing the throbbing vein against Emmett's lips. Emmett opened his  mouth. He raked his sharp fangs against Dylan's skin before sinking the  points into the vein. Emmett moaned as he fed, gently suckling.

"Take what you need, love." Dylan stroked his hand through Emmett's hair, combing his fingers through the strands.

Emmett retracted his teeth. He licked Dylan's wrist, sealing the bite marks. "Thank you."

Dylan kissed his cheek. "You don't need to thank me, love. Get some sleep. I know you're tired."

Emmett nodded. He yawned and shifted, pressing his back firmly against  Dylan's chest. Dylan wrapped both of his arms around Emmett, holding his  True Match in a tight embrace.

It didn't take long for Emmett's breathing to change. His body relaxed  in Dylan's arms, signaling that he'd fallen asleep. Dylan held his  lover, listening to each breath he took. The sound gave him a sense of  peace and reminded him why he'd come back home. After several minutes,  Dylan slowly eased out of bed, carefully extracting his arms so that he  wouldn't wake Emmett.

Making his way into the adjoining bathroom, Dylan grabbed a soft  washcloth. He turned on the tap and held it under the faucet until the  water was warm. Dylan squeezed out excess moisture before strolling back  into the bedroom.

He lifted the blankets and wiped Emmett's crease and thighs, removing  the lubricant and spunk. He wanted Emmett to be able to rest  comfortably. When he was finished, Dylan tossed the washcloth into a  nearby laundry basket. He covered Emmett back up, tucking the blankets  around his still sleeping form.

Dylan took a minute to look at the man he loved. He leaned down and  pressed his lips against Emmett's forehead. "I will always love you," he  whispered.

He wanted to climb back into bed with Emmett and fall asleep, but there  was something else he needed to take care of first. Dylan reluctantly  stepped away, heading back to the bathroom. He grabbed his cell phone  from his discarded jeans lying on the floor before closing the door on a  soft click. Dylan sent a group text message to the other agents,  calling an emergency meeting. When the message went through, he laid the  device on the counter.

Dylan stepped inside the tiled shower stall. He turned the water on and  let it pour down over his head. The chill instantly woke him up,  allowing Dylan to focus. When the water warmed up, Dylan closed his eyes  and lifted his face up into the spray. He soaped up and rinsed off,  going through the motions without much thought. When he was done, Dylan  shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel  from the rack and dried off. He got dressed and left the bedroom,  leaving Emmett asleep in their bed.         

     



 

Dylan walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the wall filled  with memories. He'd been holding on to the past for a long time, but  now, he was ready to let go. It was time to say good-bye. He wanted new  memories with Emmett. Dylan reached out and started removing the  photographs one by one, collecting them all.

Dylan held the stack of pictures. He strode to the kitchen and opened  the cupboard underneath the sink, dumping the pile into a metal  trashcan. He thought he might feel a pang of sadness, guilt, or even  regret, but he didn't.

Turning on his heel, Dylan left the condo.

He didn't want to leave Emmett behind, but he needed to talk with the  other agents without any distraction. It was time to tell the whole  story. In truth, Dylan wasn't worried about a punishment. He'd chosen  life over death. He would accept any consequences the other agents  deemed fit for his actions.