The surge of desire that washed through Night was damn near undeniable as he felt the bruising pressure of the lips on his. Opening to him, one hand reached up, curling to the side of Zach’s throat as his tongue stroked beneath Zach’s.

When Zach pulled back, his eyes were wide, a bit wild. He dropped to his knees, fingers working feverishly to open Night’s pants. "Need this," he said breathlessly. Unschooled in giving a man pleasure, his enthusiasm more than made up for it as Zach licked the slick drops from the tip of Night’s cock.

Night could do nothing but slid down slightly, parting his legs to give Zach access to him. The twitch of his cock from the feel of Zach’s tongue pulled a shiver from Night. A vehement bitterness crept into Night’s voice as his fingers coiled Zach‘s hair tightly around them. "I don’t care how fucking many of us you want to kill. As long as you do it on your own land, and never return to this one. Do you understand me, Zach?"

"Bastard." The word was growled seconds before Zach swallowed Night down.

Unable to say anything more, only the vocalization of a growl came from his throat with the sweet feel of Zach’s mouth surrounding him. A demanding thrust of his hips forced Zach to keep pace with him. Zach’s hands gripped Night’s hips, effectively pinning him still in the chair. Then Zach drew back up, tongue sliding along the shaft. He gave the head a hard, sucking kiss, then went back down, the suction strong.

"Zach." Night repeated the name over and over again, and it blended with the rising sound of his moans. A trembling started in him and quickly spread as Zach’s mouth set his body on fire. Unable to still his movement, the push of his hips tried to burying deeply in Zach’s mouth as Night came, yelling his name. "Zach!"

Muffled groans drifted up, Zach swallowing every drop Night gave him. Pulling off the softening prick, he rocked back onto his heels, pressing his palm against his pants. "Night…" He shuddered and his head fell back, hips jerking as he shot, soaking the front of his pants.

Night closed his eyes briefly trying to regain his senses. When he opened them, he saw Zach’s face lost in the throes of his own need. The image burned in his memory, never to be forgotten. Sliding from his chair, he dropped to his knees, drawing Zach against him as he buried his face in the curve of his throat.

"Do it!"

Knowing what Zach demanded, Night hesitated. He pressed a soft kiss to the rapid pulse beneath his lips. To taste the sweetness flowing beneath Zach’s skin would do far more to him than he could explain. And it would do more to Zach than Night wanted to. He quietly whispered, "No."

Gasping for breath, Zach scrambled backward, landing on his ass. He glared up at Night, chest still heaving rapidly. "I stand by my conviction: you’re nothing but an arrogant bastard."

The façade of blankness returned to his eyes as he nodded to Zach. Getting off the floor, he straightened his clothing as he looked down at Zach. "Just remember that."