Title: Thief Of Hearts
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: Highlander
Paring: Cory Raines/Richie Ryan
Rating: Mature Audience
Status: 3/28/00
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: docswain@aol.com
Series/Sequel: Yes. Sequel to Wager Of Desire
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used
without permission, and are used for the sole intent of
entertainment and not for profit. Note other disclaimers at
beginning of story.
Notes: The idea of Cory and Richie together is just too hot to
pass up.
Summary: Richie wants Cory to Leave town, but Cory maneuvers
Richie into bed instead. Maybe Richie will change his mind about
Cory leaving.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If
you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it
is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point,
you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for
you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between
consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you,
DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting
homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Thief Of Hearts
by R.A. Swain
Richie Ryan walked through Cory Raine's cabin, following
his host's naked butt to the loft bedroom, his erection hard as
ever even though he came only a few minutes earlier. One of
the great things about being an immortal was the stamina, he
thought. Add to that the fact his first death occurred while he
was still in his prime sexual years, and that made for one
extremely horny immortal.
Cory stopped and turned to face his companion. He stepped
forward, and took Richie's lips roughly with his own. He forced
his tongue into Richie's mouth once again, only it was less of an
intrusion and more of a welcoming feel, as Richie intertwined his
own tongue with his lover's. Their man-swords once again were
wrestling for top position as Cory guided him across the floor to
the large wrought-iron four poster in the middle of the room.
As they broke their kiss, Richie took in his surroundings. He
gave out a low whistle. "Wow! This is some bedroom," he
said. The walls of pine and stone, decorated with shields and
pictures of Cory's life, fascinated him. This man was
considerably older than Mac, and a whole lot cuter, he
thought.
Cory reached out and caressed Richie's smooth, bare chest,
lingering him thumb and forefinger over his right nipple,
pinching gently, until the nipple stood erect. He leaned forward
and took it in his mouth, biting gently, and then sucking and
licking in circles across Richie's chest and down his stomach.
Richie lay back on the soft pale blue sheets, propping his head
on a pillow and watching Cory work his way down his stomach to
his sandy blond pubic hair.
Cory looked up and saw Richie watching him. "Is there
something wrong?" he asked.
Richie shook his head. "I just want to watch you do
this," he said. "I've never imagined a man like you
being so, so hot. I mean, please, let me watch this."
Cory smiled. "You know, I won the bet. But I'll give you
this request, and more if you like." He brought his mouth to
Richie's stiff shaft and ran his tongue along the top side to the
tip, and then down the underside to his soft, smooth balls. His
head came up. "You shave your balls?"
Richie smiled. "So do you. It's a total turn on to meet
another guy who does it."
"Yeah, it is," Cory replied. He returned his attention
to the task before him, but his mind briefly wandered back to the
forest and the minstrel, and his band of so-called "merry
men." Alan, he thought. He shook the thought from
his mind and returned it to more pressing matters.
His lips formed a circle and he took the shaft, slowly sliding
down its length until his nose was pressed against the fuzzy
blond hairs. He inhaled, breathing in the scent of the chlorine
from the hot tub and sweat and cum from their earlier sword
fight. This was the only kind of sword fighting he ever wanted to
do, even before he became immortal, and this was a battle he knew
how to win.
He swirled his tongue in circular motions sliding up and down the
shaft and around the tender tip. There was something special
about this lad, he thought, as he increased his sucking. His
hands rubbed their way up the smooth body and along the smooth
sides and ass that was almost as handsome as his own. Cory hated
to admit his one imperfection was his ego. He knew he had an ass
to die for, and this young man, barely out of his first lifetime,
was a rival to his perfect looks. Perhaps not a rival, but a
compliment. His own dark hair and blue green eyes contrasted
against this youth's reddish blond hair, and pale, well toned
body, would be admired by many. He would teach this man how
to defend himself properly, yet how to enjoy the spoils of
victory in all things, he thought.
As Richie felt himself nearing climax he reached down and placed
a hand on the top of Cory's head. Guiding his speed and style,
and pushing him back. "I don't want to cum yet." He
said, breathing hard. "I want to bring you to the brink with
me."
He repositioned himself to face the cock of his dreams. Cory may
have been all the bad things, the irresponsible things Mac told
him he was, but he left out what a hot lover Cory Raines was, and
that was an unforgettable omission. Mac never made Richie feel
this horny, and this satisfied at the same time. He had to get
Cory to abandon his plan.
He opened his mouth and took Cory's pulsing hot sword all the way
down his throat. He knew how to give as good as he got, and this
was the first challenge he encountered sexually in a long time. This
man can teach you things, sexually, he thought. The pleasure
he felt from just touching Cory's bare skin sent flames of
passion through his body.
Cory sighed as Richie's mouth caressed his cock. The sandpaper
tongue, which wrestled with his own moments earlier, now lapped
at his smooth balls and shaft. He wished this moment could last
for eternity, a moment of ecstasy frozen in time and space. He
imagined the eternal pleasure of Richie's tongue caressing his
cock and balls, and his own returning pleasures, and shuddered
with anticipation. He felt the build up of tension in his balls,
and leaned forward, guiding Richie's cock into his own mouth once
again. The two men lie locked in sexual pleasure, cheeks to
thighs, noses to balls, cocks to throats.
Richie felt Cory's cock throb and pulse with a burst of pleasure
and he returned the compliment, drinking the seed of the thief,
and giving his own in return. As both men released the one
another, he moved to kiss Cory once again, and they exchanged the
tastes of their own seed. Cory wrapped his arms around Richie and
held him close.
Rich lay his head against Cory's soft bare chest and closed his
eyes.
The twitter of a lark woke him. It was a song he heard many times
throughout the centuries. He leaned up on his elbow and looked at
the sleeping man next to him. Beautiful, he thought. His
eyes traced the form in the dim light of the pre-dawn. One
more kiss, he thought. This night will have to be the
end. Richie would never give himself this way again, Cory
thought.
Richie stirred and rolled over, pressing against the naked body,
allowing his hands to reach for the cock he knew must be growing
beneath the covers. He opened his eyes and saw Cory's pools of
aquamarine barely visible in the glooming light. He reached up
and pulled the handsome face down to his own and shared a kiss. A
long lingering kiss, accentuated by the feel of their naked
bodies pressing together, hiding nothing of their naked lust from
one another.
As they pulled back from their kiss, Richie felt Cory thrusting
himself against his cock.
"One more before you go?" Cory asked.
Richie shook his head. "It's morning. The wager was for one
night. Unless...."
"Unless what?" Cory asked, pressing his lips against
Richie's shoulder.
"Unless you want to leave town with me right now."
Cory looked up into Richie's eyes. He knew the young man meant
it, but it was not to be, and he knew that as well. "I can't
leave."
Richie sat up, his hand caressing Cory's cock, stroking it slowly in defiantly
short strokes. ""Then I can't finish this for you." He squeezed
the shaft, reluctant to let go, but relinquishing it none the less.
Cory lay back and watched as Richie got out of bed and walked to the door. "Leave
town with me, and this will never have to end." He turned and walked, naked,
from the room.
Cory leaned up, ready to leap out of bed and run after Richie, but then fell
back against the sheets. He was the thief, and this young man had stolen his
heart. He couldn't allow it to happen again, not like it had with Alan. He pulled
the sheets up and listened as Riche collected his clothing from downstairs and
then as the front door closed.
He felt a tear roll down his cheek. The pain was starting already, he
thought. The only way to stop it was to forget this happened, and go through
with his plans with Amanda.
Continued in On The Balcony