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(Chapter Eleven: Coal and Flame)
Adam keeps traveling on his horse, down the road.
That is, until his body is colliding with something that feels like a rope and he’s sent flipping backwards while his horse keeps galloping on before he’s crashing into the ground and hitting the back of his head.
With his vision blurry, he hears feet crunching against the ground along with a bunch of men creating the burly, rugged laughs of dangerous types.
‘Dammit, Thieves!’
“Pierre, there! That sack tied to his belt!”
He feels one of them extricating the small sack at his side which has a few gold coins in it.
He hears rustling and clinking as he assumes they’re opening it to see what’s inside.
“Bingo!” one of them say.
Had—gold coins.
A man releases a rough guffaw.
“Pierre! He’s still conscious! Help him get some beauty sleep!”
‘Oh, no!’
“Say goodnight, lovely!”
He feels something hard slamming into his temple.
Everything goes black.
~*~*~
While on a dirt road twisting through the forest, Gaston travels back to his town during the evening, holding a stick with a line of bunched together, freshly caught fish, dangling from its top as he rides a horse with its gait, relaxed and casual.
Unless he’s in a hurry, Gaston never swiftly travels over the road on his horse, since he knows that thieves love tying ropes between trees, to knock their unsuspecting victims off their saddles.
After traveling a little while longer, sure enough his eyes catch the sight of a rope suspended between two tree trunks, not too far away.
He makes his horse halt before he starts searching for more signs that thieves are about.
That’s when his eyes fall on what appears to be a man with fiery locks reminiscent of an Archangel’s sword, lying unconscious on the ground.
Gaston dismounts from his horse before going to investigate.
After kneeling over him, he turns him over.
His chiseled face saturates his blue irises like a million, rainbow colored suns.
He’s the most gloriously beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on—and that’s not a good thing.
The last man who affected him this way, ended up on the floor, after he punched his lights out.
No, it had nothing to do with the man. It had everything to do with Gaston.
It’s been a secret he’s held, for a long time.
He’s never been with anyone of the same sex but he’s wanted to more than a few times.
Spilling himself for Leith, a sexy blonde and one of his crushes, he eventually ran out of town, has never been such sweet, torturous agony.
But how could he be a hero and attracted to the same sex, too? He couldn’t. At least not in his eyes.
So, he suppressed that side of himself and instead, focused on the part of himself that found Belle breathtaking while running any males more attractive than himself, out of town.
Sad. But unfortunately, true.
However, this one isn’t in a position to be ran out of town.
Hell, he isn’t even from his town. So, how can he run him out of it, he wonders?
Gaston focuses in on his luscious, rosy lips.
They’re like a finger, wickedly beckoning him.
God, they’re so pretty. So, begging him to punch them. Heaven, have mercy.
He knows what he can do!
More than likely, this angel fallen from heaven, is probably not into men.
So, if he kisses him and he wakes up and has a terrified, repulsed response and then Gaston punches him because ‘how dare he accuse him of being into men?’ then that should be enough to make him run away from the town and back in the direction, he came from—or fly back up to heaven, away from the town, either one.
It’s not quite the same as running or flying him out of town but it’ll do.
The way that Gaston tenderly combs the man’s hair away from his face, contradicts his intentions to run him away from his town.
His lips start floating down towards the male’s lips beneath him.
The stranger’s lips feel like fluffy pillows to Gaston as his mouth sinks into his.
Then something happens.
A gust of wind gushes towards and past them, causing the leaves of the trees around them to blow and rustle in the wind’s direction.
Right after that, an iridescent aura flashes away from both of their bodies.
Gaston’s eyes pop open as his lips remain on the other man’s.
Soon after, the other male’s eyes flutter open.
But instead of him having a panicked and violent reaction, he closes his eyes, again before smirking against Gaston’s mouth as his hand moves over his arm, to hold him.
Gaston senses all of this and abruptly leans up before staring down at the male as he gazes up at him with a hazy smile.
“Oh, my God! Gaston! Do you remember?” he sighs.
Gaston remains frozen like a stone as he gawks at him.
His eyes shift away from him.
“Yes. Adam. I remember—everything. From both lives. How is this possible?”
Adam’s smile lengthens as his eyes show like stars.
“True love’s kiss,” he says as if having an epiphany.
Gaston’s eyes flash back to him.
He appears stunned for a moment.
His dark eyelashes fall.
“D-does this mean I was never in love with Belle?”
Adam sits up before he appears to be thinking about that.
“That’s a question I’d have to ask myself as well, Gaston. I revealed a lot of difficult things to her, recently. I told her, I’d only ever been emotionally in love with her, in this life and that in this life, right now, I’m only attracted to men although I have been attracted to females in the past. My attraction to males has nothing to do with Sersel’s curse, by the way.”
Gaston looks at him.
“So, do you think it’s really true, you’re only emotionally in love with Belle?”
Adam pulls his lower lip between his teeth.
“Yes, it is. But when it comes to you—I can feel it with such certainty. I know that I feel both emotional and physical, love for you. But my emotional love for Belle must have been enough to break the spell. I’m honestly worried, you feel the same way about me. Do you?”
Gaston’s eyes begin to shift around as he nibbles his lip.
His eyes shoot back to Adam.
“I-I am in love with you, Adam—in every way.”
Adam feels his breath leaving his lungs at those words as a weight is lifted from his shoulders.
“But what about Belle? How do you feel about her?”
Gaston smiles while shaking his head.
“I don’t think I was ever in love with her. Just obsessed with being with her because she was the most beautiful girl in my town and because of my ego—and because I was always attracted to men, just like you but was afraid of those feelings. You’re the first person I’ve confessed that too, by the way,” he tells Adam.
Their gleaming eyes become locked for a moment as their cheeks appear flushed.
Adam’s gaze then mindlessly falls before he notices that Gaston is wearing a different color top than the one he wore the day they fought on the terrace in their current life while Adam was still The Beast.
In fact, it’s the same color as what he wore in their other reality when he finally mastered the ability to shoot magic energy from his hands before they went after Sersel.
All he does is smile at the irony of it all.
“Alright! We’re getting nauseous over here!”
Their eyes zip in the direction of the sound before they both rush to their feet as they behold two, short, fat men staring back at them with smug looks on their faces.
“Hi. Time to give up the coins just like your previously unconscious pretty boy did, not too long ago.”
Gaston snarls before pointing at them in a commandingly threatening way.
“You’re the bastards that attacked Adam, aren’t you! You’re not going to get away with it as long as I’m here!” he bellows.
Gaston gestures with his hand.
“Come over here.”
Both men now appear terrified as they realize they’re messing with the wrong ‘mighty hunter.’
They turn to run.
Right then, Gaston breaks after them as they start slithering and waddling away from the much stronger, faster and taller male.
But then out of nowhere, a mysterious female appears before bright blue bolts flash from her hands, incinerating the two men trying to escape Gaston, into nothing.
Gaston freezes before his eyes flash to her.
“Aaeana!” he gasps.
His nose crinkles as his head tilts.
“You look—different.”
She smiles.
“Yes. I look like a faerie which is my true form.”
Adam recognizes her as the being who cursed him although he never knew her real name.
“Gaston! Don’t go near her! She’s evil! And dangerous!” Adam warns him.
Gaston’s eyes float his way before floating back to her.
“All this time, I’ve been being chased by a faerie?” his brow crinkles as he turns his head as if something is dawning on him, “That’s why you’d disappear all the time and then reappear in town, out of nowhere. Wait! You’re really not human? Like really?”
“Yes, really, Gaston. The truth is, I’ve been pursuing you since you were a little boy. I had a premonition about you growing up to be the handsome male that you now are when I touched you while disguised in another form,” she grows gushier as she holds her clenched together hands near her bountiful bosom, “I saw you in my mind and I instantly became smitten and was determined to have you for my own!”
Adam watches her with wide eyes before he suddenly bursts into laughter.
“Gaston! Looks like you have a ‘Gaston’ of your very own! Incredible!”
Her glaring, indignant eyes flash to him.
Adam’s eyes wilt away with a childlike, shrinking fear.
She softens as she keeps looking at him.
“Sersel was right. You aren’t as bad as I made you out to be. You didn’t deserve what I did to you. Perhaps, just me turning your dog into a rat or something.”
Adam’s eyes swing up to her.
“Y-you—know Sersel?”
Her cheeks tug at the edges of her mouth.
“He’s one of the most powerful elves in existence and a few other things to me that I shan’t reveal to you, so yes, I do know Sersel. Also, I was watching you and Gaston this whole time, so I know that you two share true love. Which is why I’m sure you don’t mind hearing, Adam, that Sersel is currently with Belle and they intend to be together and are counting on you, divorcing her.”
Adam’s jaw has dropped at this point.
He keeps staring at her before his eyes narrow in a suspicious way.
“How do I know I can trust what you’re telling me?”
As Gaston seems to remember something, he indignantly chimes in.
“Yeah! How do we know we can trust you? You didn’t fully say it but it’s clear as a cloudless day that you have romantic ties with Sersel. You could be trying to get Adam to come between their relationship, so you can have Sersel since I’m in love with Adam.”
Aaeana exhales as she folds her arms.
“Okay, you’re right. I do have romantic ties with Sersel. But I’ve accepted long ago that we will never be together. Also, it’s partially because of me that you two found each other, in the first place.”
The way they look at her says the thing their mouths can’t which is ‘What!’
“Yes, it’s true. I realized a few days ago after you rejected me Gaston, for the millionth time, that I need to stop chasing men that do not desire me and start focusing more on the ones that do. I also realized that I haven’t been the nicest person these past few Centuries and so, I am finally ready to turn a new leaf.”
Adam gives her a contemptuous look.
“Too bad you couldn’t figure that out before you cursed me!”
“Well, I do apologize for that, Adam, although I know that, that can never make up for how much I’ve hurt you and others. But as I said, it was I who played a large role in bringing you and Gaston, together. I knew that you both were attracted to males before Sersel’s curse and in fact, if you two hadn’t been, his curse wouldn’t have even worked. He is powerful. But not enough to change the sex that one finds appealing.”
Gaston and Adam’s eyes grow as large as moons, at that revelation.
“So. Since you seem to have so much information about things—do you know how it is that Belle was able to break my curse while being in love with Sersel and only ‘emotionally in love with me’ and how I was able to break my own curse when I was only ‘emotionally in love with her?’ Oh, and did Belle’s memories of Sersel, return? How is she with him, now?” Adam says.
Aaeana lets everything he’s saying, sink in.
She then goes on to explain to him that she created the curse so that even ‘half of a heart’ could break it. She tells him that this means that even lukewarm love could break it.
She informs him that ‘true love’s kiss’ can’t work though, if there isn’t any love involved. She says that there’s also the ‘kiss of true hate’ but that, that’s beyond his comprehension level, so she’ll stick with the basics.
She tells him that when it comes to Sersel and Belle, that they bumped into each other and that she played a large role in that. She says, she sent a ‘magic wind’ to whisper to them to do certain things, so they’d rendezvous with each other.
She finally summarizes for them what happened after that while revealing to Adam through her summary, the answers to his last few questions.
“Well, it looks like you’ve been quite busy as of late,” Adam breaths out, revealing how impressed, delighted and tired he feels from just hearing, all she’s been up to.
She gives him an appreciative look.
“Just being the benevolent ‘faerie’ I should’ve been a long time, ago. Well, if you don’t have any more questions, I guess I’ll be going about my merry way.”
They don’t, so she wishes them, farewell and they do the same to her before she vanishes, into thin air.
Adam turns to Gaston.
“Well. I guess we should be heading off, too. Say! Since Belle is with Sersel, would you like to come back with me to my castle?” Adam chimes.
Gaston appears troubled.
“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Adam, since anything could happen and she could unexpectedly return and it would create a lot of complications. We can avoid all that by just going back to my place.”
He gives him a suggestive wink.
“At least for the night.”
Adam’s eyelids grow heavy as he bites his lip while visibly swooning.
“Okay. We can go where you like—as long as we’re together.”
Gaston gives him a sultry, teasing look before a faint groan escapes his throat.
Adam feels his heart fluttering as chills rain down his spine.
“Come on,” Gaston tells him while giving him his hand to take.
Not long after Adam clasps it and Gaston leads him towards his horse, with Adam vulnerably embracing Gaston from behind with his cheek to his back, they both speed away, their loose hair, picturesquely blowing in the wind.
~*~*~
(If you’re not up for a little Adam/Gaston smut, feel free to consider this the end of the story)
Not long after Adam and Gaston arrive inside of his cottage, Gaston offers Adam a seat on his couch before he goes to prepare some tea, in his rustic, kitchen hearth or cooking fireplace.
Once he returns, he smoothly floats down next to Adam before capturing his eyes with his own.
The languishing need and coltishly bewitching energy that Gaston senses in Adam’s gaze, makes every last inch (wink) of him ache, swell, tense and constrict.
After sliding his hand over Adam’s powerful thigh and giving it a possessive squeeze as he lightly groans, Adam lets him know he’s receptive with a groan of his own as he spreads his thighs wider and pushes his hips, forward.
They lean in until their lips are plunging into each other.
They shudder as their tastes and heat, pool over them.
Then their hunger for each other, is revealed in their trembling frames as they passionately drink, suckle and savor each other like wine.
Their hands explore each other’s bodies.
They hum and groan with their tormenting desire for the other.
They bathe their hands in each other’s hair.
Their hips do risqué things to the air before and around them.
It isn’t long before they’ve become like spanker masts on a large sailboat.
Gaston gives Adam his tongue to simulate on it what he yearns for him to eventually do on the most rigid, throbbing parts of him.
Then Adam hears Gaston’s breeches creaking and cracking under the strain of the heavy weight within them and moves his hand down before his hand mimics the action of his lips.
Adam’s hand vibrates and pulses with the heady groan Gaston releases, in response to his touch.
Not wanting to be alone in the pleasure he’s feeling, Gaston wraps his large hand around Adam before working him with the same vigor that Gaston currently possesses.
The needy whine that Adam releases makes Gaston’s head spin as he delves deeper into his cavity.
Feeling Gaston’s swollen veins pulsing against his palm, draws out Adam’s inner beast and he moves his glistening lips up to Gaston’s ear.
“That night on the terrace. I wanted you so bad. After the curse was broken, I secretly stroked myself to what we could’ve done, man to man. I hope that doesn’t alarm you,” he groans.
Gaston hisses and whimpers with the satisfaction blazing through him.
“N-no, it doesn’t. If you looked then, the way you do, now. I would’ve had the same thoughts. Me sitting over the terrace wall. Legs spread. You beneath me. Knees aching. Your eyes forcing themselves into me. Or the other way around.”
“Oh, God, yes, Gaston. Your words are making me ache, so bad,” he moans, “I could die.”
The sexual anguish Gaston is experiencing is reflected in the sound his baritone voice creates.
“Would you—”
Gaston’s hand, tightly slides back down over Adam, causing the Prince to afflictedly sound out his pleasure.
“Like to see what it’s like having a ‘strong, raven haired hunter’ on his knees beneath you, serving and worshipping this throbbing, humongous erection of yours, hmmm?”
“Oh, God, yes, please. Oh yeah.”
The intense need in Adam’s tone makes Gaston shiver.
He can’t believe he has this magnificent, hunky member of royalty, all to himself.
Gaston’s cheeks are transformed into cannonballs, his throat becoming a lambskin condom with him becoming a mortar and Adam becoming an unusually large pestle as Gaston devours him, pulls back, shoves him back in.
Adam’s animalistic energy, his snarls, the way his gaze pierces him, the raunchy, commanding faces he makes, causes Gaston to feel something he hasn’t felt in a long time, small. Dominated. Owned.
But instead of it being something that frightens him, it actually makes him want Adam more. In fact, it’s the most thrilling feeling he’s ever had.
As his nipples tighten against his shirt, he pushes Adam in deeper. He’s not pleasing him, unless he’s gagging.
“That’s right. Suck it just like that. It makes Prince Adam feel so good,” his ruler snarls at him.
Adam’s voice does the most amazing things for him. Then when he thinks his nipples can’t grow any stiffer, Adam yanks his hair. A very tyrannical, feral yank.
Gaston whines against him in submissive ecstasy as he gushes around him.
Adam isn’t ready to reach the afterlife, just yet. He wishes to wait until he has Gaston where he really wants him, on his back.
Instead, he shows the hunter that Princes can be submissive to.
Gaston’s taste and the way that he makes his mouth painfully stretch and expand, turns Adam’s head into a tornado.
Gaston ends up being a lot more sensual and delicate, in the expression of his satisfaction than Adam was.
Everything he does, lets Adam know the surprising role he desires to play in the relationship, at least when it comes to what they do to each other, under the sheets.
He’s a little disappointed that Gaston isn’t the hair pulling type although he definitely seems to love having his hands and fingers in his hair, overall.
But he becomes delighted when Gaston whispers in his ear that his nipples are the most sensitive part of his body.
Here’s Adam’s moment to shine.
While performing two tasks with his hand and mouth and seemingly doing it well from the way that Gaston’s voice is groaning and doing other mind-blowing things and from the way his chiseled features are contorting with his spectacular gratification, he adds another task of pinching and playing with the smoldering hunter’s nipples.
A blissful agony rushes through Adam’s trembling being as he feels Gaston growing even more between his lips, tastes him weeping even more for him and hears his voice becoming more like the highest notes from a violin and less like his much lower and typical, cello like range.
Adam’s not the most religious but it does sort of feel like he’s an Archangel worshipping his creator, especially when Gaston finally reveals his more dominant, feral side as he claws his fingers deeper into his scalp and snarls a few smoldering things at him.
Soon, Adam senses that Gaston might explode at any moment and stops.
After Gaston removes his teapot with its undrunk tea from his hearth, Adam’s ego swells as Gaston wraps his legs around his waist before he allows the Prince to carry him, to his bedroom.
Adam puts his artificial memories of making love to Gaston, to good use by spicing things up with some rope, restraining his wrists.
He then exploits Gaston’s vulnerable state on his back by showering him with his saliva as he worships his nipples, neck and other tender parts of him with his mouth.
The way that he sings for him and the way his lower back arches up and the way that his thighs wantonly hang open, makes Adam groan and hum as he wickedly grins, more than a few times.
Once he’s through drowning in every part of him, he’s tempted to lay Gaston’s body over his lap before giving him a good, hard, punishing spanking for causing his body so much blistering, sexual anguish and for making him yearn for him, so, so bad.
But in the end, he uses the hardest, most sensitive, pulsing and weeping part of himself to spank him in a much more intimate and invasive way.
After Gaston is tightly wrapped around him, he commands his body like it is a pirate ship and he is its pirate captain.
He makes him scream like an eagle. He makes him soar like one, too.
He reaches his land and traverses deep into its interior before plundering his treasure, his booty, over and over and over, again.
Gaston’s tears become like holy water against his temples as Adam smites his impure, living gates with his angelic sword and transforms his frame into lava.
Finally, Adam unties Gaston’s wrists and flips him over before he ends up on his knees and cheek as Adam’s hand dominantly holds down his head.
Experiencing Adam filling him in this position, is like being high from the most potent stimulant.
It’s so profound how Adam knows just what Gaston needs and how to make him whimper and wail, sob and squeak, pant and sigh.
He’s so used to being the leader. To being the most physically imposing one, in the group.
He never knew just how much he longed to be dominated and subdued, until now. The only control he’s willing to take at this point, is when he’s desperately pushing himself back against the force to be reckoned with, behind him.
Once Adam’s voice becomes like a kinky, filth snarling devil in his ear and Gaston’s hand is vigorously pumping himself, it isn’t much longer before he’s howling and crying out his rapture, as all his being is raining down on the bed, beneath him.
Then after becoming a cloud pouring out milky rain, Gaston becomes a creamy waterfall as Adam’s ferociously grunting voice transforms into a fierce roar with his last, barbaric plunge into him.
After the last vibrant waves of ecstasy, surge through them, they turn into sweaty, panting puddles as they lie next to each other.
Their blissful states eventually transform into relaxed conversation.
“I think, we shouldn’t wait. We should tell Belle we’re together, tomorrow. We might as well lay everything on the table as soon as possible, so we all can move forward,” Gaston says.
“You’re right, Gaston. Although, I have to admit, this is all a bit scary for me,” Adam tells him.
Gaston looks over at him.
“Why?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. I just never dreamed I’d end up having a man as my exclusive, romantic partner.”
Gaston chuckles.
“You and me both, buddy. I never thought I’d be the taker in a same sex relationship, either. I do enjoy it and you are very good. But at the same time, it isn’t easy for me being so vulnerable and sensitive and weak.”
Adam softly laughs.
“Gaston. Being vulnerable and sensitive, isn’t ‘weak.’ I think it takes a lot of strength and courage, to be that way. Especially for tall, muscular men who are used to being in control like we are.”
A nefarious grin slinks onto Adam’s face.
His glinting, amused eyes turn to gaze at Gaston.
“Tell me. Would you be willing to do some of the other things, the other Gaston did in Sersel’s world?”
Gaston smiles.
“He was a pretty kinky, adventurous bastard, wasn’t he? Like what?”
Adam appears to be coming up with something.
“How about? Master/Slave or sucking each other off, at the same time?”
“Sounds hot. I’m for it.”
Adam naughtily bites his lip while smirking.
“Looks like you and I have an exciting future ahead of us.”
Gaston sultrily smiles.
“Looks like we do. God, I can’t believe I’m so in love. I’ve gotten so soft.”
Adam turns before wrapping his arm around him and kissing his cheek.
“And ‘soft’ is exactly how I like you. So handsome. I love you, too.”
Gaston playfully rolls his eyes before they start twinkling as if he’s a preteen girl thinking about her first crush.
~*~*~
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