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through him. Then Reuben worked their bodies against each otherso hard their skin smacked audibly.
    Lightning shot through him and he roared, the sudden pleasure near unbearable. Stretched, Yves felt wide open, exposed, which was not something he allowed often.
    He would fight it, he would, except that Reuben watched him, pinned him with that gaze. Hypnotizing, those golden eyes.
    So he moved, riding the pleasure, letting them share this. His body lit up, his nerve endings fraying, sparks flying inside him.
    He swore he could feel Reuben swelling within him and Yves grabbed his prick, helping them along, stroking hard in time with Reuben’s thrusts.
    Reuben’s eyes went wide, the cords in that heavy neck standing out.
    Fuck, yes. His shoulders left the floor, and his ass scraped on the hard floor.
    “Uhn!” Reuben slammed into him, moving them across the tile, that cock growing impossibly hard deep within him.
    “Now! Come on !” He snarled the words, about to lose it.
    “Fuck!” Arching up, muscles standing out in glorious relief, Reuben came for him, hot, long pulses of need filling him. Like that pushed the seed from him, Yves arched and shot, spunk spreading over his belly.
    “Smell that,” Reuben moaned, reaching down to gather some of his seed, then bringing it to that hot mouth so Reuben could taste him. Those fascinating eyes stared at him. “Now I’ll have your scent forever.”
    God, that was erotic. Terrifying. Wild.
    Possibly inconvenient if he ever needed to give Reuben the slip. Wolves. What the hell was he thinking?
    Reuben kissed him and his eyes crossed. Oh. Right. That was it. That hot mouth tasted of him now, the sensation as odd as it was intensely sexual.
    He wrapped one arm around the back of Reuben’s neck, holding them tight together. The worry about what the heck he was doing could wait. Right now he could let himself have this.
    After all, it wasn’t hurting anything at all.
    This was just a distraction. Then he could get back to work.
    ***
    Bored.
    God, Reuben was bored.
    Yves sat hunched over his laptop, muttering and punching keys, often pausing to scribble in a notebook.
    Every so often his kitty would say something totally unintelligible and vaguely nasty sounding, too. Maybe in some language Reuben had never heard, and he was conversant in five.
    Finally, he quit trying to be all polite and shit and plopped down next to Yves. “Whatcha doing?”
    “Translating.”
    “Uh-huh. What?” He poked Yves in the ribs.
    “It’s dangerous and complicated and probably better for you if you don’t know.”
    “Too late for that.” The poking was fun, so Reuben did it again.
    “Don’t make me bite you now.”
    “I might like it. Come on, Yves. I’m bored out of my mind. I can help. Half of my job is investigation.”
    Yves gave Reuben a long look and he was ramping up for another argument when Yves simply sighed and said, “I’m trying to translate a necromantic spell. The demon language is challenging.”
    Okay, whoa. Demon language? On purpose? “That’s some heavy stuff. What’s your interest in necromancy?”
    Couldn’t be sex. Reuben had proven Yves liked live ones.
    “I want my big brother back.”
    Holy shit moly. “Is this like the Monkey’s Paw? You know they never come back normal.”
    “Look, you asked. I’m not expecting anyone to help.” Yves leaned back to work and... man, for a second Yves looked bug nuts crazy.
    Trick of the light.
    He shook his head, figuring maybe it was better if he didn’t help. Yeah, he would check in with the bosses instead. Reuben headed over to the wall outlet where he’d plugged in, keeping an eye on death magic boy.
    Yves shot him a glance, then gave him a bittersweet smile and sort of just disappeared in the whole laptop glow.
    Damn. Yves had given up on real life; Reuben saw it clear as moonlight. He opened his contacts, ready to call Deke. Then he thought about that smile and decided to go kidnap his kitty instead.
    Yves