Going Deeper

[Nox]

There were words that Nox wanted to say. But where there had been silence of the now dead hoard, the primal instinct rose. That instinct tore through words as Jay’s hand dipped below his waistband.

It wasn’t the hoard’s needs. Wasn’t their desires. Not the source, anyway. What was left of the hoard’s presence in Nox’s mind pressed his own needs. But like the hoard, it didn’t matter what was on the other side of the instinct; it was primal.

His good hand found a reciprocating path along Jay’s body, and he pulled the other man in with the mechanical grip, hard for a kiss. It was much rougher, more wanton, deeper. It wasn’t passion, but it was desire.

The fog of lust and desire rode through the guilt like a chariot on fire. It had evaporated into the air and left only the pleasure of another man’s touch. No memories of another time flooded his mind. There was just the pleasure and need for release that stoked Nox onward.

And when that release came, the darkness of the hoard soared through Nox’s veins, taking a stronger grip on every cell in his body.