Dragon & Fenyx 7: Dangerous Dreams by Michael Barnette

Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warning: GLBT-homoerotica, Happy for Now Ending--this is an ongoing series.

Storm is having terrible dreams. Is the City really going to burn?

Storm broke the kiss, his aqua gaze bright with desire, the rims of gold glowing in the dimly lit room. He smiled wickedly at Flame, winked at him in a conspiratorial fashion as if he were sharing some kind of secret, then he reached for the button of Flame's leather pants. He paused, the wicked smile changing to a purely sensual grin then he pressed his palm to Flame's erect cock through the leather. Rubbing. Teasing. Merciless. Flame groaned, hips rocking into the caress, body arching, seeking more than mere teasing. He wanted what Storm could give with a desperation approaching madness. The flickers and threads of magic dancing across his skin brightened, grew more intense as Flame tugged on Storm's vest, removing it, carelessly tossing it aside.

"I guess I should have asked you if you were," Storm grinned, licked his lips, glanced down meaningfully at Flame's erection under his pants, "up for this."

Flame swatted Storm's behind, the sharp crack echoing off the stone walls, reverberating between the stone Beasts. "As if you even needed to wonder," he muttered and reached for the laces of Storm's leather pants. "And why in hell are you still in these?"

"You haven't been feeling all that great the last few days," Storm remarked as he undid a button on Flame's pants, then smacked Flame's hands away from his own pants. "Stop that."

"Shut up and kiss me," Flame snapped, slightly irritated by Storm denying him what he wanted, his cock. It also irritated him the way Storm worried about his health. While it was true he had suffered from the attempt on his life, he wasn't likely to die. They'd proven that beyond any doubts.

"You're really getting bossy, do you know that?" Storm asked, smirking as he finished unbuttoning Flame's pants. Flame's cock sprang free of the restraining leather as he pulled them down over Flame's hips. He leaned down, licked the head of Flame's cock, grinned in that maddeningly sexy way he had when he was excited. Flame groaned at the newest round of teasing. One of these days he'd take control and then Storm would be sorry.

Probably not. He'll love every second of it, Flame thought, then gave a whimpering sigh as Storm's lips closed around his erection, the tip of his tongue working across the head in a way that left Flame unable to do more than feel as the pleasure of the touch sent him winging along on a wave of pleasure. Bright ripples of color spread along the wall, across the bed, flowed through Storm's hair, across both their bodies. Flame reached out, let one of the blue streamers of Storm's magic wind around his fingers, sink into his skin with a tingle of sensation that flowed up his arm and filled his mind with sweet pleasure.