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deeply.
Cronin
wrapped his arms around Alec’s shoulders and hooked his legs around
Alec’s thighs. Cronin’s kiss was hard and deep. His hips rose off
the bed, begging with his body to be had for the taking. Alec
obliged eagerly, slicking Cronin with lube and then his own cock,
and he pushed into Cronin in one long thrust.
This time when they made love, they held hands and kissed
softly. Quiet gasps and long moans filled the room as Alec radiated
the love he felt so Cronin
could never doubt exactly how he felt. Cronin’s eyes closed tight,
his jaw slack, his head pushed back, and his neck corded as Alec
came inside him.
And for a
perfect moment, their minds, souls, and bodies became
one.
Cronin clung to Alec, tightening his hold.
“ I wish we could stay this
way forever. I wish I could keep you here, safe.”
“ I wish that too,” Alec
said, peppering kisses down Cronin’s jaw and sucking on his
earlobe.
A shiver ran through Cronin’s body,
and he chuckled. “Do you think the others would miss us for a few
centuries?”
Alec pulled
back so he could see Cronin’s face. He ran his hand through his
ginger hair. “We can’t expect others to fight for us.”
“ I know. I just wish it
weren’t so.”
“ Me too.” Alec slowly
pulled out of Cronin and rolled so they were on their sides,
completely wrapped in each other’s arms. “Though we could rest here
a short while before we go back, yes?”
Cronin
answered with a sleepy purr.
* * * *
Cronin was reluctant to return to New
York. He knew they must, and he knew they’d been gone too long as
it was, but he still would have rather taken Alec to some obscure,
secret place where no one could find him.
Though with
The Zoan—who, it seemed, tracked him in his mind—hiding was futile.
It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing. If they wanted
him to see something, they simply did exactly that.
But Alec was
keen to get back and start piecing together the puzzle that he’d
been once again thrown into.
“ Nice of you to join us,” Eiji joked. “Though I’m grateful
you left t o—” He sniffed Alec
and scrunched up his nose. “—do whatever it is you did.”
Alec laughed loudly. “We showered and
everything!”
Alec and
Eiji had become close friends, and this pleased Cronin greatly.
They were, as the saying went, like peas in a pod. They had similar
senses of humor and Cronin would often find them together, laughing
about something—usually something crude or childish.
“ Quit your whining,” Alec said with another laugh. “Or I’ll
give you a complete mental replay.”
Eiji paled and his hands dropped to
his sides. “Please don’t ever do that.”
Alec clapped him on the shoulder and turned to face
everyone in the living room. They each sat with books or a laptop, making notes and
cross referencing. There had been great progress, and Jodis had put
most of them in chronological order.
“ The first, and perhaps the most alarming, is the Epic of Gilgamesh scripts. In approximately 2100 BC,
there was a creature known as Humbaba, which is described as a
wolf-like man with a body of thorny scales.” Jodis looked at Alec.
“It also breathed fire.”
“ Oh, crap,” Alec
mumbled.
“ That’s not all,” Jodis said. “The original stone tablet
these scripts were carved upon bore the words Sha naqba īmuru , which, from ancient Mesopotamian times, roughly
translates to ‘it begins with he who sees the unknown.’”
“ Sees the unknown?” Cronin repeated. “Like Alec sees
the Zoan?”
Jodis gave a
nod. “I believe so. These scripts were either made by someone who
knew of the visions or by someone who saw them firsthand, like Alec
sees them.”
Alec leaned against the dining table
and folded his arms. He looked at Cronin for a moment, seemingly
not sure what to say. He swallowed hard, then turned back to Jodis.
“What else?”
“ The well-known story of Saint George bears some credence,”
she replied. “In the
Cronin
wrapped his arms around Alec’s shoulders and hooked his legs around
Alec’s thighs. Cronin’s kiss was hard and deep. His hips rose off
the bed, begging with his body to be had for the taking. Alec
obliged eagerly, slicking Cronin with lube and then his own cock,
and he pushed into Cronin in one long thrust.
This time when they made love, they held hands and kissed
softly. Quiet gasps and long moans filled the room as Alec radiated
the love he felt so Cronin
could never doubt exactly how he felt. Cronin’s eyes closed tight,
his jaw slack, his head pushed back, and his neck corded as Alec
came inside him.
And for a
perfect moment, their minds, souls, and bodies became
one.
Cronin clung to Alec, tightening his hold.
“ I wish we could stay this
way forever. I wish I could keep you here, safe.”
“ I wish that too,” Alec
said, peppering kisses down Cronin’s jaw and sucking on his
earlobe.
A shiver ran through Cronin’s body,
and he chuckled. “Do you think the others would miss us for a few
centuries?”
Alec pulled
back so he could see Cronin’s face. He ran his hand through his
ginger hair. “We can’t expect others to fight for us.”
“ I know. I just wish it
weren’t so.”
“ Me too.” Alec slowly
pulled out of Cronin and rolled so they were on their sides,
completely wrapped in each other’s arms. “Though we could rest here
a short while before we go back, yes?”
Cronin
answered with a sleepy purr.
* * * *
Cronin was reluctant to return to New
York. He knew they must, and he knew they’d been gone too long as
it was, but he still would have rather taken Alec to some obscure,
secret place where no one could find him.
Though with
The Zoan—who, it seemed, tracked him in his mind—hiding was futile.
It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing. If they wanted
him to see something, they simply did exactly that.
But Alec was
keen to get back and start piecing together the puzzle that he’d
been once again thrown into.
“ Nice of you to join us,” Eiji joked. “Though I’m grateful
you left t o—” He sniffed Alec
and scrunched up his nose. “—do whatever it is you did.”
Alec laughed loudly. “We showered and
everything!”
Alec and
Eiji had become close friends, and this pleased Cronin greatly.
They were, as the saying went, like peas in a pod. They had similar
senses of humor and Cronin would often find them together, laughing
about something—usually something crude or childish.
“ Quit your whining,” Alec said with another laugh. “Or I’ll
give you a complete mental replay.”
Eiji paled and his hands dropped to
his sides. “Please don’t ever do that.”
Alec clapped him on the shoulder and turned to face
everyone in the living room. They each sat with books or a laptop, making notes and
cross referencing. There had been great progress, and Jodis had put
most of them in chronological order.
“ The first, and perhaps the most alarming, is the Epic of Gilgamesh scripts. In approximately 2100 BC,
there was a creature known as Humbaba, which is described as a
wolf-like man with a body of thorny scales.” Jodis looked at Alec.
“It also breathed fire.”
“ Oh, crap,” Alec
mumbled.
“ That’s not all,” Jodis said. “The original stone tablet
these scripts were carved upon bore the words Sha naqba īmuru , which, from ancient Mesopotamian times, roughly
translates to ‘it begins with he who sees the unknown.’”
“ Sees the unknown?” Cronin repeated. “Like Alec sees
the Zoan?”
Jodis gave a
nod. “I believe so. These scripts were either made by someone who
knew of the visions or by someone who saw them firsthand, like Alec
sees them.”
Alec leaned against the dining table
and folded his arms. He looked at Cronin for a moment, seemingly
not sure what to say. He swallowed hard, then turned back to Jodis.
“What else?”
“ The well-known story of Saint George bears some credence,”
she replied. “In the
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