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Miracle

© Coco Reed

Damon smiled, willing his eyes to stay open as the sensation threatened to pull him down, drown him in the wonderful feel. It was one of the few weekends he got off, and his lover was determined to take advantage of the time.

“What about Erica?” Aaron’s voice shook and was almost a whisper, but he knew he was heard.

“No way.”

“Why not?” he cocked his head to the side, planting his hands on the bigger man’s chest as he picked up speed. “Why the grouchy voice? She’s…ugh…always been…nice to you…ah!”

Damon chose then to effectively silence Aaron by sitting up and thrusting harder into his warm body. He kissed down his neck, smiling at the way his lover moved to give him better access. Aaron was perfect, completely submissive to him, and all his. He loved him so much. Combing his hands through his pale blonde hair, Damon pulled him back up so he could see the look in his lime green eyes when he reached his peak. Aaron jerked in his hold, hollering into the silence of their bedroom as he came. Damon held him tight, groaning lowly as he ejaculated while Aaron nuzzled his neck. He pulled him down on top of him as they fell back into a light sleep.

* * * * *

“Why not Erica?” Aaron asked again in the evening, once he remembered.

The slim man had been in the middle of cleaning when he turned to him. Damon looked up from his spot on the sofa as he did work and sighed, taking his time pulling his dark hair away from his neck. Aaron was not deterred in the slightest and stalked over. He shivered; his shorts and muscle shirt not sufficient enough cover from the still early spring nights, but he wasn’t going to go shut windows when Damon was finally going to have the long-awaited conversation with him. He glared at him, making it clear that he would be getting an answer and a solution.

“Out of everyone I can think of, she’s the perfect choice. She’s smart and successful. You know, her law firm is killing business in her area.”

“Great,” Damon mumbled as he reread his notes, “the child would be made from a doctor and lawyer, leaving any of your creativity out.”

“It wouldn’t be that bad.” He still felt like Damon was holding out on him. “Come on; why else are you so against her?”

“She may be your twin and acts sweet when you’re around, but—and I hate to break it to you, baby—she hates me. Even if I was naïve enough to think she would help, I’m not oblivious enough to see she despises me.”

His words only brought about a grunt from Aaron. Damon was just flipping the page in his notebook, mistakenly thinking he had seen his side, when he was interrupted by thumping and clinking. Looking up, he saw Aaron cleaning more roughly than earlier. He was angry. As he dusted the coffee table and put to order the magazines and candy bowl, his mouth was a thin line and his eyes were narrowed. He was stewing. Damon rubbed the back of his neck, easing the tension gathering in the muscles. Damn, but he hated making him mad!

It was true. Erica hated him. While Aaron’s family was not the bible-thumping kind, they did not approve of his relationship with him. They had been together for the past five years, and only six months ago did they make the final step to a life-long commitment. Aaron’s family accepted that things were not going to change and now regarded him with a wary tolerance. Except for Erica. From the beginning she made it clear to him and her family that she believed he had somehow tricked her twin into what they had. She was certain he was some sort of degenerate rape artist that had brainwashed her little brother.

If only she knew that Aaron had pursued him for months, never letting the older man alone until he took him out. The blonde had made sure that he was the only one he would be able to think about, the only one he would ever want again. Staying quiet as he watched, he waited for Aaron to circle closer. When he was in reach he grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap.

“Don’t be mad,” he said as he kissed his cheek, hugging him.

Aaron turned his face, causing him to kiss his mouth. He slid one arm around his neck as he pressed closer. His aggressiveness probably surprised him but he couldn’t hold back. He needed Damon to understand his need. “I’m not. I’m ready to give you a family, Damon. This is the only way I’ll be able to give you one.”

Damon held him close, burying his head in the crook of his neck. This subject cut into his heart every time he was forced to discuss it. He was rich and successful and nothing was ever out of his reach. Except for this. It hurt so damn bad to know he couldn’t get Aaron the one thing he truly wanted. He would love to have a family, but it was impossible. He knew this. Why couldn’t Aaron accept it?

“Please think about this, Aaron.” He felt him stiffen and he stroked his back, hugging him tighter. “I want the same as you do. But things get hectic at the hospital, sometimes I get home really late, and you just finished school. I thought you wanted to travel? Teach in Ireland?” Damon looked down at the hand against his chest and smiled as he grabbed it, bringing the knuckles against his lips. “Besides, we’ve only been married for six months.” He knew that would get a smile out of him.

In October he had his will changed, giving everything to his lover if anything should happen to him. After all of the legal business was settled, he asked Aaron to marry him. Inviting their closest friends and the family that supported them, they had a hand-fasting in their garden. Fuck the government, he didn’t need their recognition.

“I want to give you a child. One that will have my face and your beautiful eyes. We can vacation to Ireland together, whenever you have time off.”

Aaron had known he had won the minute Damon kissed him. He hated playing dirty, knew this was a painful subject for his husband, but he couldn’t help it. It was only because Damon thought they had no options, which wasn’t true. Erica would help them, he knew it. Aaron moaned as he was situated better on the man’s lap. They had been together so long and still Damon could jump his bones at the slightest prompt.

“I love you,” he whispered as he unfastened Damon’s jeans. He was slipping his hand around his warm and hardening penis when there came a series of loud knocks on the door. “Fuck.”

Damon dropped his husband where he was sitting and kissed his forehead. “Hold that thought, baby.”

The doctor had been gone for ten minutes and Aaron was becoming hornier by the second. Where the hell was he? He looked over the top of the sofa and scowled, not able to see anything passed the doorway. When the sound of voices reached his ears he stood to investigate. It better not be any salesman. Damon was home and his scrubs were nowhere to be seen. He was fucking his husband tonight, damn it! Making love and watching zombie movies all night. Those may not seem like the most romantic plans, but they were Aaron’s and he was fond of them. He found Damon in the front doorway and stooped to get under his arm. Aaron turned, interrupting whatever he was saying to kiss him.

“Hey, sweetie. Who’s at the door?”

Damon grabbed him around the waist and smirked, knowing exactly what was on the blonde’s mind. “A stranded motorist. Aaron, this is Mister—?”

Aaron looked to where Damon nodded and his smile faltered for but a moment. A man turned to look at him, capturing him with deep, dark eyes. His long hair was wind-blown and he had rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up past his elbows. He had his hands inside the pockets of his black slacks, looking cool and relaxed though it was obvious he had walked some distance in the muggy-turning weather. Aaron felt his body stir as the stranger looked him over. He blushed, yelling at himself for thinking romantic thoughts. He blamed it on the same handsome Cherokee looks Damon possessed.

“Lyre Westreach.” The man held out his hand and firmly shook his newest host’s.

“Okay, I’ll go call a tow-truck and Aaron can keep you company.” Damon gave their guest a charming smile, letting his gaze linger before he turned and went into the house.

“Terribly sorry for disturbing you and yours,” Lyre said, coming to stand across from Aaron and lean against the lattice. “I would have tried to figure out the problem myself but,” he lifted his black eyes to the sky, “it appears a storm is coming.” He smiled as thunder rumbled nearby.

“It’s all right.” Aaron smiled as the wind picked up. The scent of rain and cut grass drifted to him. “Did you walk far?”

“Not really, about five miles.”

Anything else they may have said was cut off by Damon’s return. He bit his lip as he joined them, looking to Lyre and then to Aaron. “There’s a bit of a problem. I guess the storm is a big one and its already hit town. The phone is dead. My cell wasn’t working either.”

Lightning flashed overhead, causing Aaron to flinch. Lyre scowled up at the sky. “Oh dear.”

“Listen, Mr. Westreach, it looks bad even without the rain starting. You’re welcome to stay here for the night.” Aaron stepped close to Damon, falling into his side.

Living on the highway outside of town got them many travelers whose cars broke down. They both could read people pretty well and could take care of themselves. Lyre seemed harmless and neither of them fancied the idea of making the man walk back to his car. Their guest looked at them for a moment, thinking it over. A smile slowly curved his full lips.

“That is very generous of you two.” Another crack of lightning and deafening thunder and then fat drops of rain poured down on them. “Let us go inside.”

* * * * *

Candles littered the living room, casting a warm light over everything. Shadows danced. Minutes after the three were safe from the storm the electricity went out. Luckily Damon had kept his old house in perfect condition, the gas stove never replaced by an electric appliance. Dinner was served warm and by candle light. Sitting together on the floor in the cozy living room, they ate and talked like old friends. As the chicken alfredo and salads were finished, dessert was served by a smiling Aaron. He had worked a few hours preparing the angel food cake topped with cream cheese, whipped cream, and cherries. Lyre’s eyes had lit up when he saw it, quickly cleaning his plate of it and asking for more with a smile that was nowhere near sated.

The wine must have been a strong concoction. Just an hour gone by and Damon was relaxed and feeling energetic in a way that usually meant keeping Aaron in the bedroom the entire evening and night. His husband seemed to notice and scooted closer to him, not at all bashful in front of their guest. And what a guest! Damon wrapped his arms around his lover, smiling like a wolf as his gaze went from Aaron sipping on his third glass of Sprite and cherry vodka to Mr. Westreach as he licked his cream-covered spoon. Damon bit his lip and let his hand gently grip Aaron’s thigh. Damn, their guest had a mouth!

A gasp, though almost silent broke his thoughts. He looked down and found his hand had inched up beneath the hem of Aaron’s short-leg, tickling the tender skin of his thigh. He took his hand away. What the hell was he doing? When he looked up he found Lyre smiling at him as he spooned another bit of cake into his mouth. Clearing his throat, Damon took Aaron’s glass along with his and stood.

“I’m going to go get another drink. You want another of the same thing, babe?”

“Yes, please.” Aaron lay on his side, taking the warm spot where his lover had been.

“Mr. Westreach?”

The dark-haired man looked up at him, half of his face behind a shiny curtain of black strands. “Please, call me Lyre, and yes I would like something. Anything sweet.” Damon nodded and when he left, Lyre turned his attention to his other host. “A lovely home you have together; it’s warm and safe.” He put his once again spotless plate aside.

Aaron hummed in agreement, feeling relaxed and happy. “Thank you.”

“A beautiful home deserves such a beautiful couple.”

Aaron turned his head, gaze lazy as he watched the other man. He wasn’t afraid of the intensity in his eyes. A fire was spreading through his body, making his skin prickle. The way Lyre was looking at him made him want to writhe about, beg for something he knew he wouldn’t be denied. Glass tinkling from the other room made his breath hitch. Damon was just in the other room. He loved him. He was happy. Not once in all his time with him had he seriously thought of straying to another man. Aaron looked back to his guest and found him closer. In fact, he was lying beside him. He went to move back but a strong arm snaked around his waist.

“There is no need for any inhibitions, my little blonde nymph.” Lyre ran his free hand up his chest and cupped the back of his head. His lips teased the warm, plump mouth. It was sweeter than any dessert he ever tried. “The night has started, and we have much to do.”

Aaron moaned, pressing against the larger man and wrapping his arms around his neck as his shirt was pushed up for searching hands. “Lyre.”

Damon couldn’t say what made him put the tray of drinks down lightly on the coffee table. If he had entertained the thought of finding Aaron in the arms of another, he figured he would have been heartbroken. At least moved to throw things and cry. When he came into the living room his pulse sped up. Lyre was facing him, as if waiting for him, with Aaron on his lap. His husband’s back was against Lyre’s chest, one arm around his neck while the other was behind him, between their bodies. Damon knew well the skill Aaron possessed for giving hand jobs. Lyre smiled at Damon as he trailed his hand down Aaron’s now bare torso, kissing his neck as his hand moved under his belt-line.

“Damon.” Aaron moaned, eyeing his lover with intense hunger as he stepped closer.

Lyre pulled Aaron’s erected penis from his shorts, rubbing the appendage to an almost hurtful hardness. His eyes never left Damon, beckoning him to join. Damon couldn’t stop the lust building in his veins. His mind seemed to shut down, following only his most basic instincts. What was going on? He fell to his knees, crawling over to the two gorgeous men that were eyeing him with burning sexual frenzy clear in their stares. Aaron grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him close, kissing him.

As Aaron removed his shorts, Lyre moved in where his lips had been. Damon groaned, keeping the man in place by a hand to the back of his head. There was something about him. Lyre tasted sweet, cherries and cream still fresh on his lips. His arms went around him as Aaron moved off his lap. He growled when Lyre moaned, melting into his hold as he rubbed their erections together. Lyre cried out, arching his back as Aaron pressed behind him, pushing his hands once again beneath his clothes as he kissed his neck.

“Aaron, what—” Damon began, losing the breath to speak as his jeans were opened and yanked down his hips. What the hell were they doing?

“I want you both.” Lyre bucked in Aaron’s hold, turning to place a sloppy kiss on his mouth.

Naked and dazed, Damon watched as his husband and the man they had just met hours before kissed, bit, and licked at each other. They were beautiful together. Aaron’s sweaty yellow hair stuck to his forehead, wispy and cute as it was messed up further in his play. His skin was flushed, his cock hard and ready. Damon tensed as Lyre turned to him once again, smirking as he crawled closer. His muscles trembled as a creamy cocoa hand drifted up and down his chest and stomach.

“Come now, my stallion.” Lyre leaned in, licking at his lips. “I need you as well to make this work.”

Damon clenched his fists at his sides, unable to speak or move. He couldn’t focus enough to question his statement. In another moment Lyre turned. Aaron’s throaty moans caught his attention and he looked to find them starting without him. Lightning flashed, brightening the room for just a moment before candlelight once again became the only source to see by. Aaron whimpered, writhing on the floor on his back as Lyre settled between his thighs to give his penis a teasing, testing lick. Damon moaned, giving his cock a few harsh tugs as Lyre swallowed Aaron whole.

Lyre loved the young man’s taste. He was salty and rich, the organ itself impressive. He swallowed, smirking around his mouthful when he heard another whimper. Was it painful to feel such pleasure? He released him with a pop, kissing along his stomach. Aaron yelped, his eyes wide yet cloudy as he grabbed his hips and lifted him up to his face. Lyre’s cock may not be finding a lovely home to rest in for the night, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun. His tongue traced the outer ring of Aaron’s hole, pushing inside with gentle force. His eyes widened and after amusing himself for a moment pulled away smiling.

“Your husband is a lucky man, my sun spirit. Though you are tried, you are as tight as a virgin on her wedding night.” He earned a begging cry as he slid two fingers into him. The temptation was too great and he rose to latch his mouth onto one of the blonde’s hard pink nipples.

“Lyre!” Aaron cried, threading his fingers through cool black hair as his body was sucked on and teased.

A smirk came to Lyre’s pouty lips and he curved his still embedded fingers, turning his lover into a mass of wriggling nerves. “Do you like my mouth and what it can do, little snow rabbit?” He chuckled, his breath ghosting over Aaron’s stomach and groin. “Do you want more? Would you like me to suck your cock until you release? Warm my belly with your scalding milk? Would you like that, dove?” Lyre ran his tongue along the thick vein running beneath the tasty prick, feeling his own throb from neglect.

“Yes! God yes!” Aaron bit his lip, blushing at his outburst.

Lyre lapped at the slick head, nibbling at the dribbling tip. A drop of silky seed smeared his lips. He licked it away as he looked over his shoulder, smirking at the way Aaron’s husband was staring at his ass sticking up in the air. “Do I need to show you how to use your cock to fuck a man, my dark alpha wolf?”

This guy was challenging him. Damon let his eyes wander up to his face, sinister lust flooding into his blood. Lyre smiled, tilting his wonderful ass higher. As Damon came to him, he turned back to lavish attention onto the gasping blonde. Damon and Aaron stared at each other, a smile coming to the doctor’s lips. Aaron was so beautiful during sex. Everything could be seen in his eyes when he was lost in sensation. Aaron was open and honest, more so when he was in the throes of orgasm.

Damon hissed as the tip of his swollen dick grazed the silkiness of Lyre’s backside. His hands rose of their own accord and gripped the fleshy orbs hard, kneading his ass. Lyre moaned, pushing into the strong grip. He wanted everything this young man could give him. The touch promised pleasure so roughly bestowed he would be begging to be put out of his misery. A loud groan escaped him as Damon ran his mouth along one cheek, biting before he pulled away. Damon grabbed his glass of wine, careful as he tipped it.

“Fuck, that’s it!” Lyre lifted his ass higher as cool liquid fell onto his backside, drizzling into his opening. “Don’t waste time with unnecessary preparation. We need you, Damon. Give us your seed!”

The want burning inside Lyre was driving him mad. If he didn’t have release soon he would get cranky with his generous hosts. Lyre’s hips were encased in a firm hold and then something big and hard was pushing inside him. He swallowed Aaron’s cock the moment he was filled to the hilt.

Sheets of rain began to pour down from the black and swirling sky.

The moment Damon was inside of him he began to move. Lyre hummed in appreciation, slamming back to meet the hard thrusts. He would rocket forward each time, swallowing the lost inches again. Aaron’s eyes rolled back. He was screaming nonsense, which doubled in volume when Lyre chuckled at his antics. The blonde was adorable and extremely sensitive. It was no wonder to him why Damon considered his delightful companion a treasure. He swirled his tongue around the head when he could reach it, closing his throat around the leaking cock when it was pushed to his tonsils. Damon thrust harder, burning with need as he watched Aaron react. He felt like he was fucking him through Lyre.

Lyre felt the thrusting become frantic. He groaned. The human was hammering him! It felt glorious. The cock inside his body pushed deep, hitting his prostate again and again. And his hands! A doctor’s soothing touch, indeed. Smooth and large, Damon’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping hard. Aaron moaned, gasping both their names as he stared into the flickering shadows. He was close. Damon was no better. The tightening in his body was almost painful. He picked up speed, slapping against Lyre with loud cracks. Suddenly a muffled growl broke through the harsh breathing and moans.

Lyre’s penis twitched, splattering the hardwood floor with a thick stream of semen. He smirked around Aaron’s cock as the young man buried his hands in his hair, pulling hard as he came. Damon groaned behind him and he felt a rush of warmth fill his pleasantly abused channel. He swallowed every drop of Aaron’s load, pulling back to lick the shaft clean. A hot, heavy, and perfectly made body draped across his back. Damon nuzzled Lyre’s neck while Aaron rubbed his hip. It took several minutes to even attempt moving from the twisted heap of satisfied men.

“Oh God,” Aaron gasped as he snuggled into Damon’s waiting arms.

They were quickly falling asleep. Before his eyes closed, Damon saw Lyre smiling at them as he sipped his screw driver. Outside, hail covered the ground.

* * * * *

Come morning, Aaron awoke with a loud growling moan. It was rare that he started the day after amazing sex not feeling sore. A smile came to his lips. He didn’t know what got into him last night but couldn’t find it in himself to regret anything. Struggling into wakefulness, he moved about and sighed as it registered he was in a warm hold; his body snug against equally hot flesh. Familiar hands massaged his scalp and he smiled, looking up. Damon was looking at him, lazy smile stretched across his thin silky lips. His eyes were shiny pools of black, alert and energized.

“Morning.” Aaron kissed him on the cheek, laughing as he was pulled on top of him.

They were naked, covered by the velvet throw from the sofa, and in a nest of pillows on the living room floor. Damon slid further into the cushions, molding the younger man’s body to his as he ran his hands up and down the soft skin he knew so well. He only meant to give him a quick peck on the lips, instead turning it into a deep kiss. They rolled over, Damon pressing against him.

“Hi,” he said after kissing along his neck to his chest.

“Did last night really happen?” Aaron was already gasping, hooking his legs around Damon’s waist.

“Yes.” Damon lifted to face him once again, brushing his hair back. “As… incredible as it was, I just kept looking at you.” He fell deeper into Aaron’s spread thighs, nudging against his opening. “What have you done to me, Aaron?”

“What?”

Damon shuddered as the blonde looked up at him with wide eyes, pouting and then whimpering as he rocked against him. “Even in a threesome with some hot guy, I only want you. I am completely enraptured with you. Last night I watched you every second. You’re absolutely beautiful. I love you, baby.”

“Damon!” Aaron grabbed onto his shoulders, throwing his head back as they rubbed harder against each other. “I love you too.” He had to concentrate hard to make his voice work. “Where is Lyre?”

“Gone. He left this morning. Didn’t want to wake you up to say goodbye.” Damon’s speech was choppy as he paused to trail kisses again over his chest and shoulders.

Aaron was gathering his breath while Damon searched for something to work as lubricant when their doorbell rang. Damon let out what could have been a sob and Aaron laughed, patting his head as he rose from the floor. Wrapping a robe around his chilled body, he ignored the call from his husband to return to their make-shift bed. He was not expecting what he found at the door.

“Damon!” This time his cry was not out of wanton surrender.

The older man was to his feet instantly, grabbing his own robe. He found Aaron leaning in the front doorway, staring down at the ground. His small shoulders were shaking. He was afraid of what he would find if he looked around him. When he heard a soft, gurgling coo he forgot to be wary and charged forward. Damon thought his heart was going to stop.

Snug inside a downy blanket was a baby. Not more than a month old. What sent shivers down his spine was that the boy – he knew it in his gut that it was a boy – had Aaron’s soft features. An already thick head of black hair was atop his sensitive scalp. With shaking hands Damon grabbed the bundle of papers sticking in the side of his little basket. Another sleepy coo and tired eyes cracked open. Black like onyx. They settled on Aaron and immediately the man picked him up. As the blonde shushed the beginnings of a crying fit, Damon tore his eyes away from the sight. Clipped to the top of the papers was a small, handwritten note. He felt faint.

Dearest ones,

Sometimes love is not enough and something more is needed to let a family prosper. This little guy has found his home, finally. Please take care of baby Tempest.

Thank you.

Under the vague note were official looking papers. They were a birth certificate and like documents. They stated the baby was his and Aaron’s. That certain shiver returned as he thought about the previous night. Lyre had said he needed them both. He was not a superstitious man, but the intoxicating beauty that had come calling was a strange character. Without thinking he ran his hand over the baby’s head, earning a happy gurgle from his son and laugh from Aaron. What was done was done. Damon kissed Aaron’s forehead as the baby curled his hand around his father’s collar.

An iridescent sheen passed over Tempest’s eyes as he looked up to the still cloudy sky before yawning and turning his face back into his daddy’s warmth.

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