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“I will only have eyes for you, Bastian.” As he watched, Gus’ eyes closed, his hand sliding into his pants. “Speak to me, Precious. Let me hear you.”

“Oh...” He moaned, eyes burning. “Oh, Augie. I need... I need to taste you, so badly. Promise me, when you come here, you’ll take me.”

Gus growled, pushed his sweats out of the way so Bastian could see as that big hand worked the thick cock. “I will have your mouth first, Bastian. And then your hole. I will take you, make you fly, lose myself in you.”

“Oh. Oh, yes. Love. Please. I need you -- your cock, your tongue, your hands...” His own cock was aching so hard. “Can I? Please, Augie?”

“Touch yourself, Bastian. I want you to come with me. Touch yourself now.” Gus growled, hand working that thick prick harder. He could almost smell it.

“Oh. Yes. Yes, Augie.” He nodded, hand around his cock, pumping and stroking. “Need you. My love. My Gus.”

“My Precious,” growled Gus. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Yes...” He arched, offering Gus everything, anything.

“Now. For me, Bastian. Show me.” Seed poured from him, hips pumping, Gus’ name on his lips.

“Bastian! Precious!” Gus’ voice was a roar, come fountaining over those amazing hands as Gus came.

“Oh. Oh, love. Love you...” He moaned, watching Gus in pleasure.

“Yes. Love. Precious.” Gus whimpered, hand reaching out to him.

“Three weeks.” He sobbed softly. “Don’t get lost.”

“We will not, my Precious. I am counting the hours.”

Gus’ hand slid against the screen again. “I love you.”

“Love you, Augie. Soon. Soon.” He found a smile. “We’ll travel back together, you and me.”

“Oh, yes. We’ll take the slow train.”

There was that purr, a smile on Gus’ face.

His smile got wider. “A private car? Please?”

Gus nodded. “With a big lock and a Do Not Disturb sign.” The smile on Gus’ face got wicked. “I have plans for your ass.”

“Oh... Oh, good.” He laughed softly, bouncing a little, refreshed. Oh. Yes. Three weeks.

He could do three weeks.

He
could
.

Chapter Ten

Transcontinental Train, Planet Brandish

They were two days out of T’ven. Just two more days until they met up and put an end to this madness, brought Sebastian and Jacob together and restored them to their proper bodies.

Of course, Gus wasn’t going to last two more days.

He finally snapped just after dinner, through which Jacob had complained the entire time. He gagged the man, wrapped him in silk ropes, and left him in the bottom bunk while Gus went out to the observation car.

The land was dry, sand and dirt almost white, with very little vegetation, the three suns keeping things too hot for most growing things. That anyone had decided to live upon Brandish was in itself amazing; that the cities rose like beautiful, man-made gardens out of the largest desert imaginable, made it magical. Gus could see the towers and spires of T’ven in the distance. Somewhere among them was his Bastian, caught in Jacob’s body. He couldn’t wait to get there.

He stayed long enough to have a stiff drink and calm himself, and then he returned to their small room, eyes going to the bunk where he’d left Jacob. Jacob was an inventive little shit, had already worked both legs and most of one hand free, bruising Sebastian’s skin in the process.

“Can’t you just behave? Two days, Jacob. We just have two days more.” He strode over and tore off the gag, the rest of the bindings, hands automatically rubbing Bastian’s bruised flesh. He had never forgotten that this was his Bastian’s body. His beautiful, precious lover’s skin and bone.

“Can’t you just get off your fucking high horse and quit bullying me because I’m smaller than you?”

“I am
not
bullying you! I’m trying to keep you from destroying Bastian’s body.” Damn the man.

“I wasn’t
hurting
Sebastian’s body over dinner. I was
irritating
you.”

“Yes, well.” He’d been at the end of his rope, and Jacob knew somehow just how to needle him. “It was that or fuck you through the mattress. I assumed you’d prefer what I did.”

“You know, I am capable of having sex without fighting.” Jacob flipped him off. “Asshole.”

Gus snorted. “Right.”

“Well, you only have tonight to find out. Tomorrow? I’m burying myself balls deep in my baby.”

“Is that an
offer
?” He was plainly shocked. Jacob had done nothing but complain about the body he was in, the sex they’d had having been between him and Bastian’s body, more than anything else.

“Well, sure. Aren’t you horny and restless? I am. Hell, I know you’re grumpy.”

“I want my Bastian back. I want to fuck him and love him and hold him.” He supposed that would be a yes.

“Well, you can have him tomorrow. Although you can’t fuck him.”

“I
beg
your pardon?”

“You can’t fuck him. That’s my body. It’s never been fucked.”

“But you aren’t in it! He is!” He shook his head. No, he needed his Bastian. Had promised Bastian he would fuck him.

“So? You want me to be good to his body? I want you to be good to mine.”

“I will be! I’ll be very good to it.” He leaned in. “I’ve been very good to you in his body, haven’t I?”

Jacob chuckled. “Well, I suppose there’s something in letting you break Sebastian’s cherry. Consider it a gift.”

Gus blinked and sputtered and grinned. “You bastard.”

“Yeah, but I’m entertaining, and I play a great game of cards...”

“You’re not a bad lay either.” He nodded at the bed. “Were you serious? About relieving our nerves?”

“It’s a way to pass the time.” Jacob tossed his head. “I swear, we don’t get our bodies back? I’m hacking off the hair.”

Gus grumbled, reaching out to slide his fingers along the long braid, removing the tie at the bottom and combing it out. “You wind me up, and it’ll be a long, hard fuck, Jacob.”

Jacob chuckled, suddenly flipping him onto the bed, landing on top of him. Growling, he brought their mouths together in a hard kiss, hands going to Jacob’s upper arms and rolling them. Jacob kissed him right back, meeting him head on, hands tangled in his hair.

They rolled right off the small bed, attacking each other’s clothes with hard fingers. It was wild, passionate, fierce, Jacob’s hunger sharp and sure. He ripped open Jacob’s shirt, tugged on the rings, worrying Jacob’s nipples raw.

“Bastard. Fuck, that’s hot. Gonna get Walt’s done.” Jacob laughed, kissed him hard.

He was laughing, too, and growling and rutting like a pig, all the worry and need and missing Bastian coming out, letting loose on Jacob in a way it never could with his Precious.

“Fuck, you’re hot. Pushy and growly, but hot as fuck.” Jacob bit his ear, fingers rolling his balls with a rough touch.

“I’m pushy? Me?” Gus growled some more. He was not fucking pushy. Well. Not unless he had to be.

He bit at Jacob’s neck, putting a mark there.

“Fucking pushy.” He got his balls tugged, hard. “And growly.”

“Takes one to know one,” he shot back, fingers digging into Jacob’s hips.

“Gonna let me fuck you, big guy?”

He snorted. “No, you need to save it up for your Walter. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh, that’s right, no hard fuck for Sebastian in the cherry body.” Jacob laughed again, eyes dancing. “The fine cherry body.”

“Nothing cherry about this body, though,” he murmured, spreading Jacob’s legs with his knees.

“Nope. It’s made for you.” Jacob met his eyes, serious for a moment. “Walter says Sebastian’s been very good to him. You worked wonders with him. I’m glad he found you.”

“He’s my Precious,” murmured Gus. “My love. My life. I need him back.”

Then he bent and took Jacob’s mouth again, ripping the last of Jacob’s clothes from his body.

Jacob nodded. “I know. Tomorrow. Tomorrow and they’re ours again.”

“Yes. Tomorrow.” He growled, fingers pushing into Jacob’s body, need riding him hard.

Jacob nodded, spreading for him, riding his fingers. “Fuck, yes. Come on. We’ll come, and sleep, and it’ll be tomorrow.”

He nodded, making quick work of spreading Jacob before lining up and pushing in, sinking deep into the familiar body.

Jacob groaned, arched for him, hips just rocking desperately. “That’s it. Fuck.”

He grunted. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.” He snapped his hips, pushing into Jacob over and over again.

Jacob grabbed his hand, dragged it down to the hard prick just waiting for him.

“You want this?” he asked, thrusting hard, fingers wrapping around Jacob’s cock, holding it tight.

“As much as you do.” Jacob gave no quarter.

He laughed, the sound wild in his own ears. “Harder, then!”

They were wild with it, bucking, biting, pushing each other. And they rolled, bumping into the sides of the rail car, now Jacob above him, riding hard, now beneath him, meeting each thrust.

“Shit, Gus. Come on. Now. Gonna come.” Jacob bit his bottom lip, groaned.

“Do it. Come on my cock, Jacob. Do it.”

“Yes...” Jacob bucked, coming hard, eyes rolling, ass milking his cock.

He roared, jerking hard into Jacob, coming deep.

“Yeah. Good.” Jacob panted, smiling beneath him. “Tomorrow.”

He nodded and slid out, collapsing onto Jacob.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

Jacob hugged him, the sound satisfied, easy. “Yeah.”

He grunted and let his eyes close, settling, not caring they were on the floor.

He would rest, and when he woke up it would be the day he had his Bastian back, body and essence in the same place, if not together in the same man.

It would be a start.

***

T’ven

Walt scrubbed the place from top to bottom and one side to the other. He knew he was driving poor Sebastian crazy, but he couldn’t stop it.

The time Gus and Coby were to arrive had come and gone. There was a problem on the track and the train had been delayed.

They had no idea when their lovers were going to arrive.

And so he sobbed and he cleaned and he took a shower every hour and scrubbed himself raw and he really, really didn’t think he could manage another minute without Coby’s strength and love and...

He got back down on his aching knees, dipped his sponge in the bleach and worked on the floor.

The bell sounded, a familiar voice snapping. “Baby? Open the fucking door. Now.”

Sebastian’s cry filled the flat. “Oh! Walt!”

He knocked over the bucket of water and bleach as he jumped up and he tried to sop it up, tried to get to the door. Oh, he was such a mess. “Sebastian! Let them in, let them in. I have to fix. Oh. It’s such a mess, everything is ruined.”

Sebastian grabbed his hand, dragging Walt to the door. “Nothing is ruined...”

The door popped open and Coby’s eyes were on him, Coby’s mouth dropping over his own and taking him.

He sobbed into the kiss, clinging, holding on as tight as he could. The body felt strange, but the kiss was all Coby, those eyes purely his lover.

Coby walked him toward the wall, hand behind his head, tilting him, deepening the kiss. He was hard and shaking, tears streaming down his face and he didn’t care, his mouth opening wide. He hit the wall, Coby’s mouth leaving his long enough to whisper, “You did it, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

He whimpered, leg wrapping around Coby’s thighs, his shaking getting harder. He was just going to shake right apart and it was going to be okay because Coby was here, Coby had him. Coby tore at his clothes, fingers finding his skin, stroking and scratching, making him feel everything.

“Need, Master,” he whispered, body pushing into each touch, so hard he hurt.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Please, Master. Yes. So ready.” He slid his hands through the long hair, not even mourning the body he was used to. It was his Coby, he could feel it in every touch, in every word uttered.

“Me, too.” Coby smiled, tore his pants away and pushed him against the wall, cock hard, nudging his hole. “Now.”

“Yes! Coby!” He clawed at Coby’s shoulders, climbing his lover’s body. Wanting. Needing.

Coby took him, deep and hard, giving no quarter, just filling him, easing his panic.

“Master. Oh. Oh. Yes.” He cried out, rode Coby eagerly.

“Mine. Mine, baby. Oh, gods.” Coby pounded into him, hips slamming. He needed to come. Needed so bad. At the same time he didn’t want this to end. Not ever. “Come for me, then we’ll go to the bed.”

At Coby’s command he cried out, body bucking as he came on his Master’s cock. Lights went off behind his eyes. It hadn’t been this good in weeks. Months.

Coby groaned, heat pushing into him, filling him deep. “Mine.”

He wrapped his arms and legs around Coby, holding on tight. “Yours. Yours, Master.”

“So proud of you. You did so well...” Coby’s words poured over him.

He sobbed, burying his head in Coby’s neck, feeling relief and pleasure and so many emotions he couldn’t name.

“That’s right. That’s right, baby. I’ve got you.” Coby sounded satisfied, sure.

“Love you,” whispered Walt. “Love you. Love you.”

“Yes. Yes, baby.” That hand stroked his scalp. “Come on. Bed. I need you. Bed.”

He nodded. He didn’t even care, he wasn’t letting go. At all. Ever. Here, bed, the kitchen table, it didn’t matter.

“Good.” Coby slid from him, led him into their room. “Oh. Home.”

He nodded. He held on. He cried and cuddled and rubbed.

Through it all, Coby was there, touching him, feeling him, loving him.

Home.

***

Bastian didn’t even see Jacob, eyes fastened on Gus.

His Gus.

His lover.

His beautiful man.

“Augie.” He’d done it. He’d survived.

Gus growled, opened his arms. “My Precious.”

He stood, shook, nodded, unable to move now that they were actually here. “Yours. You came.”

Gus came to him, hands sliding into his short hair, tilting his head and then those lips dropped over his own. “Mine.”

His.

He moaned, opened wide, his low cry captured in Gus’ lips.

One of those amazing hands slid down his spine and into his pants, wrapping around his ass.

Yes. Oh, yes. Please. “Missed you. Augie. Love.”

“Yes. My Bastian.” Gus’ eyes looked into his own, a slow smile spreading across his face. “There you are.”

He nodded, something inside him that had insisted over and over that Gus wouldn’t know him dissolving. “Yes. Yes, it’s me.”

Gus stroked his cheek, thumb sliding across his lower lip. “I have missed you, my Precious. Missed your presence in my life.” He was given a long, slow kiss. “Missed your mouth.”

“Come to bed?” Walter had made the guest room ready for them. “I need to love you. Please.”

“Lead the way, Bastian. I have been dreaming of loving you for weeks.”

He grabbed Gus’ hand, tugged him toward the guestroom, ignoring the writhing forms of Jacob and Walt completely.

As soon as they were there, Gus stripped him and put him into the bed, low growls the only vocalization. He shook, not from fear but from want, from sheer, honest need. He’d been so good, so long.

Gus stood next to the bed. “I want your mouth, Bastian. I want it.”

“Yes.” He nodded, eager, hungry, mouth dropping down onto Gus’ cock with a happy cry. Oh, yes. Yes. His Gus. His Augie.

Those hands dropped down to his head, holding on, guiding him, reminding him how Gus liked him. He looked up, keeping his eyes open, relaxing into Gus’ touch.

“Look at your eyes... I’ve missed that look, Bastian. I’ve missed
you
.” Gus’ voice was passion- rough, the thick prick beginning to move in and out of his mouth.

He hummed, caught in those warm eyes, the flavor of salt and Gus on his tongue.

Gus often took his time doing this, both of them savoring it, but today it was fast, hips moving hard and quick, cock soon throbbing in his mouth as Gus’ seed shot down his throat. He swallowed, hands gripping Gus’ hips and holding on tight.

Gus thrust a few more times, hands on his head, fingers digging in, not hurting but firm, there. Unmistakable. He shivered, humming around the flesh in his mouth.

Gus’ fingers slid around, cupped his cheek, stroked gently. “And now, my Precious. You are wanting, yes?”