Spiritual Love Story 5

I twisted in his embrace so I could wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. The position was awkward, but I didn't care, Celadon was kissing me back hungrily, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, feeling his tongue press against mine. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair. He was wearing nothing but a towel slung loosely around his hips, and I had to fight the urge to whip it off and push him down on the bed. I was determined to take this slowly, to savour it. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but Celadon was here now. I pulled away slightly to turn fully in Celadon's arms so we were facing each other. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his nipples harden as brushed them with my thumbs.

Celadon slipped his hands under my shirt, his fingers digging into my back. He bent his head, and began kissing my throat, lightly at first, then harder, using teeth and tongue as well as lips. I groaned, and moved my hands down his sides, slipping them into the towel to grab his buttocks and pull him closer to me. I could feel him, hard, through the towel, and it was enough to almost send me crazy. I dug my fingers into his flesh, and gasped as he bit and sucked at my throat. He began fumbling at the buttons of my shirt, managing to only undo two before snarling and ripping it off. He pushed me back onto the bed before starting on the fastening of my trousers. I helped him, although my hands were shaking. My whole body burned for him, for his touch. I shook off the remnants of my clothing, and noticed that Celadon had lost the towel as he pressed me down on the bed. We kissed for a while, exploring each other with our hands, the feeling of his naked skin pressed against mine turning my insides to mush.

Celadon began to kiss down my neck and chest, trailing a line of kisses down my body. I let out a whimper as his lips brushed the base of my cock, and felt more than heard his chuckle. "Rick," he murmured softly, "I'm going to devour you." He teasingly flicked the tip of my cock a few times, before taking the full length into his mouth. I spread my legs and tangled my fingers in his hair as he went down on me. "Celadon!" I moaned, totally loosing myself in the moment. His mouth was so hot; I had never experienced fellatio as intense as this. His hand cupped my balls, and he squeezed them gently, before tracing his fingers lower. I raised my legs to give him better access, gasping into the pillow as his finger teasingly trailed around my anus. Celadon raised his head, releasing my cock, and I bit back a groan of disappointment. "Do you have any-" he began. "Draw on the right hand side of the bed," I gasped, quickly catching on to what he meant. I lay on the bed, panting, as Celadon briefly moved away from me to rummage in the draw. He came back, a wicked smile on his face, and began kissing me again, sliding a finger now slick with lube between my buttocks. I gasped as he pushed the finger into me, biting at his bottom lip.

Celadon curled his finger, and began massaging my prostate. I clung to him, completely overcome by the pleasure his actions were inducing in me. "You have no idea," he said softly, his voice low and intense, "how hard it's been for me, not being able to touch you. It has always been my way to take something if I want it, and until now there was no way for me to take you. It was driving me crazy." He slid a second finger into me, kissing me at the same time. I dug my nails into his back. "Celadon," I gasped out, "please just fuck me." The foreplay had become almost tortuous. I wanted him inside me, now. He thrust his fingers into me a few more times, before pulling them out, and shifting his position. I spread my legs wider for him as he lined up his cock with my anus. Our eyes met as he slowly thrust into me. The strange dull mixture of pain and pleasure almost sent me over the edge, and I bit my lip. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wrapped my arms and legs around Celadon, and for a moment we just lay there, joined in the most intimate way possible, our shallow breathing and racing hearts in unison.

Then Celadon began to move slowly, grunting as he thrust into me. The angle was just right; with each thrust he hit my prostate. I dug my nails into his back, crying out in time with him. There was no way I was going to last long at this rate; it was too good, too intense. I could feel the tingling throughout my nether regions, the pleasure intensifying to the point where it was almost painful. I cried out his name as I came, and with one final thrust he followed me. For a long time we just lay there like that, gripping each other tight, panting. Celadon was heavy, but I didn't mind. It had been too long since I had felt like this. Finally, though, Celadon rolled off me, pulling off the used condom that I hadn't even noticed him put on. He turned to me with that devastating grin, and I felt my heart flutter. However, there were still a few things about this case that I needed to get sorted, and I wasn't going to let him distract me like that. "How much of a problem is Franklyn going to be?" I asked. Celadon frowned. "Not much, I would have thought. We're the only people around here who can see him, and I'm certainly not going to help him get this body back. Are you?"

"You mean even though it's rightfully his?" I asked softly. Celadon didn't look surprised. "How long have you known?" he asked. I sighed, and turned my head to stare up at the ceiling. "I had my suspicions since the beginning, but seeing Franklyn's reaction when you pushed him out was what convinced me. Also, the way you talk about that body. How much of what you told me is true?"

"Most of it. I did discover the affair, and Stella and Franklyn's plot, and I did confront my brother, and he did pull out a gun. But you were right the first time. He shot me. Franklyn has never been interested in the occult; he wouldn't know how to take possession of a body. But I did, and instead of moving on I grounded myself. I wasn't going to just die; Franklyn was a useless creature. Why should he live and I die? The only reason that the verdict of suicide was passed was because Stella bribed the judge. So I hovered around Franklyn, testing my abilities. I found that if I tried really hard I could move things a bit. I couldn't feel anything, but I could sometimes touch something, effect it. So when Franklyn and Stella were plotting to frame my Father, I made sure that one of your business cards was placed prominently. Like I said when we met, you're well known in occult circles. I figured if anyone could see me, you could. I didn't figure for falling for you in such a big way, though." He let out a soft sigh.

"My plan was to get as far away from here as possible once I gained control of Franklyn's body, by the way." He said. I turned my head to look at him. He was still looking at me, his green eyes shadowed. I was beginning to realize that what I was feeling for him was more than lust. I had felt so happy when he had said that he had fallen for me, and my chest had tightened painfully when he had spoken of leaving. "What will you do now?" I asked, dreading that his answer was not what I wanted to hear. "I think you're right, by the way," I added, mainly to be talking, to put off hearing his response, "You are far more deserving of life than Franklyn is." Celadon smiled.

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"I think I want to stick around," he said. "I'm already planning on dumping Stella in the most spectacular manner, while revealing her affair to my Father at the same time. I then think that `Franklyn' will have a sudden change of heart about his sexuality, and begin seeing a certain detective." I found myself grinning. "Despite the fact that said detective barely has two pennies to his name, and no actual clients," I said. Celadon leaned forward and kissed me. "I think that you should start putting your special abilities to good use," he said. "Do you realize how much money there is to be made as a psychic detective? With your ability to see ghosts, and my occult knowledge we could become the number one psychic detective agency in the area."

"You want to work with me?" I asked, stunned. Celadon traced the line of my jaw with his finger. "I want to do everything with you," he said softly. I shifted closer to him, and pulled him into my arms. He settled his head onto my shoulder with a contented sigh. "I think," I said softly, "that we can make this work."

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