Six thirty a.m. finds me unbelievably alone in an elevator heading up to the twentieth. Let’s face it, I’m hella glad to be back at work. I’m standing at the back of the carriage in the middle when it stops at the eighteenth. The doors part to reveal one Anthony Daevin with a handkerchief over his mouth and one god of war looking hot in a black pinstripe suit and a slightly red hand, of course around his knuckles. They step in and stand on either side of the carriage. Once the doors close I look at Anthony.

“What happened?”

Anthony arches a brow and looks in Ares’s direction. I look over at Ares and as usual he doesn’t say anything.

“I told you I would deal with it Ares, why’d you hit him?”

“So he’d get the point.”

“I figured you keep something like that to yourself Sky,” Anthony says pulling the hanky away and checking the blood from is lip, “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“He wanted to know why you came by and it came out,” I say looking back at Anthony. I look back at Ares, “Don’t you trust me to handle something when I say I will?”

“He doesn’t trust anyone much Sky,” Anthony replies.

Ares stays silent until I start glaring at him, “He’s not lying. I don’t trust people as much as the average person.”

“Not even me?”

The elevator comes to our floor and we all exit. Anthony heads down to the infirmary and Ares and I head to our office. We get there and I head straight to my space. I mildly surprised that there isn’t stacks upon stacks of papers, but right now I’m not happy with my boss. I start working and pay him no mind hen he comes through to go to the kitchen. A few minutes later he comes back and sets a mug of magic on my desk.

“Thanks,” I say and keep working, not bothering to look at him. After typing eight pages of a report I notice that he’s still standing at my desk. I look at him, “There was no need for you to hit him Ares. I said I would deal with it.”

“Chances are he wouldn’t have taken the hint.”

“And how the hell do you know? You never gave me a chance to talk to him,” I say, “What, you saw him in the hall and just hauled off and hit him?”

“Daniels-,”

“Don’t Daniels me Ares. I am not happy with you right now. Geez, do you think I’m that weak of a person that I can’t tell somebody off?”

“No.”

“Then stop trying to handle everything around me. I’m not some weak little chick.”

“I never-,”

“Hell Ares, I’ve handled being thrown out of my home for no damn good reason and was surviving just fine until I decided to check my email and answer that stupid fucking ad to trap me here, I think I can handle a few persistent guys wanting to bed me. It’s not like he’s the first guy to do that to me before.”

“Anthony can do a lot more-,”

“I’m pretty sure he can,” I say yelling back at him. Yeah, I’m mad at this guy, “And I’ve done a good job of dealing with assholes before I came here.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Probably because someone always does something before I get the chance to!”

“People like Anthony on this level don’t respond the same way as the ones you’re used to dealing with Daniels.”

“You don’t know the people I’ve dealt with Chambers.”

“Having a quarrel you two?”

We both look in the direction of the voice interrupting our conversation. It’s Mr. Daevin. He seems to be slightly amused by this.

“It’s nothing sir,” I say and go back to typing.

“I would have thought having a week off would have relaxed you two,” he says, “What’s wrong?”

“Daniels is upset that I hit Anthony.”

“I heard about that. What’d he do this time?”

“He couldn’t keep his mouth off of my assistant,” Ares replies.

“And I fucking told you I would handle it Ares!” I say looking over at the two men.

Daevin arches a brow, “You beat him to it Chambers?”

“I had told him to stay away from Daniels more than once and he refused to listen.”

“And what would you have done had you seen him first Daniels?”

“It doesn’t matter now, he took care of it.”

“I get the feeling you don’t like owing people favors,” Daevin says to me.

“That was no favor, he’s fuckin’ jealous or somethin’.”

Daevin looks at Ares, “Well, he does have green eyes, maybe it’s in his nature.”

I turn back to my computer, “Whatever.”

“Come on Chambers, let’s let Daniels work in peace. There’s something I need you to take care of,” Daevin says as they walk towards the front. Finally, I can get something done. I mean, who does Ares thinks he is? My boyfriend? I stop when that word come s to mind. Just a few days ago I was mentally declaring my love for him and now I’m snapping at him like some bitchy girlfriend. Fuck me… I sigh. It’s his fault anyway. I said I’d deal with Anthony but did he give me the chance? No! …Big dummy.

 

Working straight through lunch got me caught up and when three-oh-nine came around my stomach made its presence known…And so did Anthony.

“Hey Sky, why not take a break and have some lunch with me,” he says walking into my space and leaning against the desk with a fat bottom lip. I look at him for a minute. Let’s be honest folks, this sight before me is…just…fuckin’ funny! My lips twitch and it starts out as a smile and ends up an all out laugh, “What’s so funny?”

I cover my mouth but it doesn’t help to contain the laughter. I calm down and wipe the tears from my eyes, “Sorry Anthony, but you comin’ in here with a fat lip and trying to talk me into having lunch with you…It’s funny!” then I burst out in another fit of laughing.

Anthony’s only slightly amused, but he then realizes how comical he must look and smiles in spite of his lip.

“Look Anthony, I’m sorry that Ares hit you,” I say once my laughing stops, “I wasn’t expecting him to do that after I said that I would handle it the other day.”

“Ah, so you two went out again?”

I shake my head, “I invited him over to hang out,” Yeah I know I'm lying to him, but it’s not like he needs to know why Ares was really there, “I didn’t even know ‘til then that he was my next door neighbor. But I do have to tell you to stop hitting on me. And touching me like…that. He wasn’t happy about that.”

“Even though you called out his name when I was tasting you.”

“Yeah.”

“Yep, it’s official. He likes you.”

“He must have some kind of jealous streak in him.”

“He is possessive when its something he wants,” Anthony smirks, “He does have green eyes.”

I snort, “Yeah, your brother said the same thing,” then something comes to mind, “What was Ares like when you first met him?”

“He had this quiet business like image to me,” Anthony says putting his thigh on the desk and leaning on it, “I was overseas when bro hired him and met him when he’d been here for about two years. He seemed to me like a good guy, probably a tad shy. But when I saw how people reacted when he was around and I could tell then that he wasn’t the kind of guy that you’d want to push your luck with. So I kept a safe distance…then came Angie.”

“An earlier assistant?”

“His first actually. Damn she was a hot little number,” he says grinning, “Then she got married and moved somewhere.”

“Sucked for you.”

“For like a minute, then came Jessie. Now that was a firecracker. She and Ares always butted heads. She’d get frustrated and I’d just happen to be there to relieve her tension.”

“I bet,” I say rolling my eyes, “So how many assistants did he go through?”

“Let’s see,” he starts counting on his fingers, “Angie, Jessie, Michale, Donna, Jordan, Kaleb, Thomas, Mary Jane,” he smiles as broadly as his lip allows, “then Stella and Kenny-boy and now you.”

“And you fucked all of them.”

“Yup, save you and Kenny-boy. Only did Stella once though. She liked being in control and that wasn’t my thing.”

“Well your streak won’t start again with me.”

“Aw, come on. I won’t tell.”

“That’s because there will be nothing to tell,” I reply, “I’m not in the mood to have my boss beating up people for me ‘cause he thinks I can’t handle myself.”

“So you like him?”

“…What?”

“Do you like him.”

“He’s a good guy, save for that bit of possessiveness.”

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to be corrupted by guys like me.”

“Too late for that. This whole company has corrupted me on some level,” I say shaking my head, “I mean, shit, I don’t even blush anymore when I come into the lobby and see someone giving some guy a blowjob or seeing some chick with her legs spread open and someone’s face planted in between. Hell my second day here had four different people with their hands or mouths on my piece, one of which being the company owner. And I’ve got the owner’s brother hitting on me. Yeah, he’s protecting me against corruption alright.”

“Actually he is lookin’ out for you Sky,” Anthony says, “With the others, he didn’t bother with keeping them around him like he does you. He basically left them to fend for themselves. Trust me, had you been the assistant for anyone else, I’d be the least of your worries.”

I look at the redhead for a minute. Mr. Daevin had said that people would try to get to me and the only person outside of Anthony that’s even tried anything was that Elizabeth chick and she was sent to Wren…Holy fuck he is protecting me!

“I see the light bulb finally went on for ya,” Anthony says.

“Fuck,” I say, “He must think I’m useless.”

“On the contrary,” he shakes his head, “He knows you didn’t ask for any of this. He also knows you’re a good guy and you work hard. He’s impressed that you’ve kept up with him as well as school,” Anthony leans in, “And it’s not a bad thing that you’re a hottie as well,” he winks. Ever the player, “So come on and have lunch with me. I won’t try anything.”

“You said that last time and ended up slurping on my piece.”

“So I got a little side tracked. You looked too cute not to play with.”

“Whatever.”

“Come on. I know you haven’t had anything.”

“Thanks but no. I don’t want Ares using you as a punching bag again.”

“You don’t have to worry about me Sky. I can handle it.”

“All the same,” I say then Ares walks into my space, “Hey Ares, you hungry?” Yeah all that work got the anger out of my system.

“You didn’t break for lunch?”

“No. I wanted to get this stuff sorted.”

He comes over and reads over the reports, “Good job. You’re done for today,” he turns to Anthony, “Stay away from him.”

“I'm not doin’ anything other than talking to him Chambers.”

I get up and grab my jacket. As I slide it on Ares looks at me intently. Once my jacket is on me Ares steps closer and straightens the lapels then pulls my braid out for me, his hand brushing the nape of my neck making me shiver. His hand comes back to my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheek bone, his jade eyes burning into me. Please tell me he’s not gonna do what I think he’s…

“Have a good afternoon,” he says then closes the distance between our lips…right in front of an open mouth, wide-eyed Anthony Daevin.

 

 

 

I walk in to the office slightly tired. It’s early March, it’s fuckin’ cold outside, I have a boss that likes to kiss me in front of people so I will be left alone. Geez, I can’t believe he did that. Even now some three months later. Oh well, at least Anthony got the hint. Every time he’s seen me he’s been nice and respectful. Hell, I even went to lunch a few times with him. He acted like a complete gentleman each time…that was almost as creepy as Rex wearing an apron and baking cookies; which he did during Christmas. Shockingly enough, the cookies were good, but that’s another story. Best of all, I’m not a fan of my professors at the moment. The ones I had last semester let me get away with not being in class since I turned in my work on time or even early and I managed all A’s and one A- in Fourteenth Century Europe. That is not the case this semester. I still turn in my work on time and they still bitch at me for not being in class enough. Hell, I haven’t gotten anything lower than a B+ on a test yet! What the fuck? Do they want blood or something? And right before crunch week, of all times, my in-class professors call a meeting with the department head, “Morning Ares,” I say as I take off my overcoat. I turn around to hang it up…

“You mother called.”

And turn around to face Ares, the coat falling to the floor, “What?”

“Your mother called thirty minutes ago. I told her that you would be in later and to call back. She asked if you were doing all right and I told her you were. She said that was good and ended the call.”

I snort and bend down to pick up my overcoat and place it on the hook. I take off my jacket and hang it up beside my overcoat, “Sounds like her,” Why the hell does she pick now, almost a year after she kicked me out, to call and see how I was doing? Like I really need more crap on my brain. I’ve got freakin’ midterms to study for and Ares has forty-seven meetings scheduled for next week. I sigh and turn back to face Ares.

“The head of the design department called fifteen minutes after that. Since when do you have time to work at Fire and prostitute yourself?” Ares asks his jade eyes intense.

“Wait, someone actually called you from the university?”

“Yes, twice. I was just on the phone with a Pen Jessup.”

“My English professor called?”

He nods, “He wanted to know why I’m whoring out such a bright student.”

That got my goat. Those people call me into a meeting about my attendance and threaten to drop me when I tell them that I have to work to support myself since I have no one to help me and that my job is demanding. Then they ask where I work and I tell them Siren. Do you know these fuckers didn’t believe me? My history professor told me there was no reason for me to lie. What the fuck? I’m sitting across from these bastards in a two thousand dollar suit and they don’t believe I work for the Siren Corporation. I come up with this brilliant, blatant lie that I work at Fire and when I’m not there I’m hooking to make sure I can cover my rent. And these motherfuckers believed it!!! My English professor even asked me if my pimp gave me the suit that I’m wearing! Then these assholes proceed to tell me that there were other ways for me to make a living besides being a high class call-boy. That’s when I calmly got up and took out one of Ares’s business cards and placed it on the table and told them if they had anymore questions to call him and left. I can’t believe those fuckers had the audacity to think that I’m a prostitute!

“They didn’t believe me when I said I worked at Siren.”

“Why didn’t you call me then?”

“I had said that all they had to do was call and even gave them your number. Jessup said that I could have had whoever on the other end just saying that I worked at Siren,” I run my hand over my face, “How the fuck could I do that when I didn’t even know what they were calling me into a meeting for?”

“They thought you had some idea what they were going to discuss and if you needed someone to call that you’d have a friend to back you up.”

I sigh, these people are really irritating the hell out of me, “I need some fucking coffee,” I say and head to the kitchen just as Ares’s phone rings again. I get into the kitchen and see half a pot waiting for me to consume. Now, I’m just fuckin’ pissed. How dare those ass kissing shit eating pig fuckers think I’m a prostitute! By the time I get a mug in my hands I’m shaking with anger and I feel heat radiating from my being. A hand plucks the mug from between my shaking ones then arms come around me. 

“Calm down Sky.”

I’m still shaking. Those fuckers have no idea what’s happened to me since I graduated high school and they write me off as a fuckin’ whore? And then my mom of all people finally deciding she wants to know if I’m still alive? WHAT…THE…FUCK!!!!!

“Sky, calm down. I’ll deal with them.”

“Who…do those…assholes…think they are…” tears are pouring from my eyes. I don’t even notice that I’m being turned around. All I know is someone is holding me and the floodgates open. I wrap my arms around them and let it all come out. By the time I stop my head hurts and I’m sure whatever the person holding me is wearing is soaked with tears. My eyes are heavy and my vision slightly blurred as I feel myself being led somewhere. A minute later I notice the area around me is slightly darker.

“Sit,” I do. I feel something moving around my neck then it’s gone, “Lie down,” I put my hands flat on either side of me and determine that I’m on a bed. I lean over to take off my shoes when I feel a hand at my shoulder, “Just lie down,” I do and as soon as my head comes in contact with something soft my eyes close fully. I feel my shoes being taken off and something coming over my body. I turn on my side and feel a cool hand stroke through my bangs before I fall asleep.

 

“How is he?”

“He’s running a fever, probably due from the stress placed on him by his professors over the last few weeks, but he has looked a bit worn down over the last few days. He was really upset about his professors thinking that he prostitutes himself to get through school.”

“Didn’t he call you?”

“They wouldn’t take his word for it.”

“But they called anyway?”

“The head of the department that houses his major called first saying that Daniels left my card with them. His English professor thought I was his pimp and that the card was just for show.”

“Any others?”

“His history and math professors called as well. They were curious about the card. For some reason they can’t picture him working here, but they can see him working in an escort service or on the street corner or in a club that he’s technically not old enough to even be allowed in.”

“Did you straighten them out?”

“I’m meeting with all of his professors in an hour. I’ll take him home when I return.”

“You’re being rather protective of him, Chambers.”

“His professors were out of line with their accusations. He did nothing wrong other than his attendance. He’s kept up with his work despite being there a third of the time. They and his mother are the reason he’s like this now.”

“His mother?”

“She called before they did to see how he was doing. I told her when he would be in and she asked if he was ok and then hung up when I told her he was fine.”

“How did he react to that?”

“He was surprised that she called. When I told him about the conversation he wasn’t surprised. I’m not sure if he’s gotten over the fact that she chose someone else over her flesh and blood even though they weren’t particularly close.”

“Do you plan on doing anything about her?”

“There’s no need. The call was traced to the west coast. She’ll more than likely keep her distance.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to take care of his professors. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Thank you.”

 

I feel the bed dip and then a hand at my forehead. I open my eyes and see a door closing. I close my eyes again for a moment then open then again when I feel the hand move to my cheek. I turn my head and look at the person on the bed with me, Mr. Daevin.

“How are you feeling Daniels?”

“Like shit warmed over sir,” I say turning over on my back. His hand rests on my chest as I blink slowly at him, “My head hurts.”

“Here,” he says reaching over to a side table. He holds two white pills to my lips, “it’s Advil.” I open my mouth and take the pills and then he holds a cup of water in front of me. I lean up enough to get a few sips down then lean back into the pillow. I take in a breath and Ares’s scent is all around me. I then focus on my surroundings.

“Chambers spends much of his time here that’s why it looks so lived in. His actual apartment looks more like a hotel than a home.”

“Where is he?”

“He went to straighten out your professors. Did they really think you were a prostitute?”

I nod slowly, “They didn’t believe me when I said I worked here. I just made up that bit about working at Fire and hooking and they completely bought it.”

“Chambers was hot when I got here. I had to calm him down so I could get some information out of him. I’ve never seen him that pissed before. Not even with his last assistant.”

“I…heard about what Kenneth did to him. I also heard that you made him practically disappear off the face of the earth.”

“He didn’t know who he was dealing with. It’s a shame too, he had great potential. Too bad he’s more of a slut than a businessman. I’m glad you’re nothing like him.”

I try to smile but my face still hurts from crying. Daevin’s hand comes to ruffle my bangs gently, “Just rest Daniels. Chambers will take you home when he gets back.”

“But…who’s gonna take care of things here?”

“I’m handling it.”

“But…”

“It’s fine. I’ve done it before. It is my company after all. Go on and get some rest.”

“Ok. Thank you sir.”

“No problem Daniels.”

 

 

I wake up drenched in sweat. I run my hand over my face and pushing my wet bangs from my forehead. Man I had the strangest dream. I was at home and someone was sleeping beside me and I was feeling them up. They felt good too, I just kept going and soon I was rubbing my piece on theirs. The other person wasn’t complaining though, in fact, he liked it. My stomach growls and I run my hand over…why am I sticky? Ewww, I creamed myself. I look down and frown at the mess I made on myself when I catch the sight of a nicely developed thigh…a naked thigh. Any by pure instinct my eyes travel up that lovely thigh to a naked hip…uh oh…naked hip means…holy shit that’s one hell of a piece…I’d hate to see that monster when it’s awake. Wait a second, yes I would. My eyes keep going and I see a nice set of abs, also sticky. Great, I really did that…Wait, I really did that! I look up at the face of the person I dry humped in my sleep…

One Ares Chambers….

HOLY SHIT MY BOSS IS IN MY BED!

AND HE’S NAKED!!

AND I DRY HUMPED HIM IN MY SLEEP!!!

HE’S GONNA KILL ME!!!!

I sit up quickly and scoot away from the man named after the god of war…and fall right off the bed. Pain is radiating throughout my head and left shoulder as I untangle my legs from the sheets and try to sit up. Soon there’s another source of heat beside me. I clutch my head in both hands and I just know I’m gonna fall back to the floor, but I don’t. Arms are around me pulling me upright. I feel tears pricking from my tightly shut eyes. Fuck, what did I fall on, hardwood? Wait, I’ve got carpet in my bedroom…

“Sky, move your hand so I can see if you’re cut,” the warm baritone voice says. I feel a hand at my wrist and I open my eyes. I look at Ares as he gently pulls my hand away from my head. I feel his fingers moving through my tousled hair. They come across a knot that’s starting to swell and I wince, “Sorry,” he says quietly. I blink and the tears that held on to my lashes fall to my cheeks. Ares looks me in the eye before wiping the drops away with his thumbs, his jade eyes dressed in concern. His hand then comes to my forehead, “Your fever’s broken, good.”

“Fever?” I whisper.

“You’ve had a fever the last few days.”

“Huh? What day is it?”

“Today is Friday. Your meeting with your professors was Wednesday.”

“I’ve been out all this time?”

“Yes.”

“Shit I’m sorry boss,” I say closing my eyes.

“Stop calling me that…please…”

I open my eyes again. We sit in silence for a minute and then it clicks in my throbbing head, “He…called you that…didn’t he…”

“…Yes.”

“I’m sorry Ares.”

Ares says nothing. Then the door opens. We look in that direction and see Daevin standing in the doorway for a second before coming closer to us and squatting down next to me, “What happened? Are you all right Daniels?”

“I’ll be ok sir. I was surprised that I woke up next to Ares and…kinda fell off the bed.”

Daevin took a quick look over my head to check for bleeding. He nods in satisfaction there is none. He leans back a bit and smirks, “I hope you weren’t holding on to that when you fell off,” he says, humor in his voice. That’s when it hit me. I’m naked…Ares is naked…By reflex I squeeze my hand…and his piece is in it. I close my eyes, mortified. I can’t move, no check that, my hand can’t move. It’s like Ares’s piece is a magnet and my hand has to stay connected to this lovely… Damn, I know my face is on fire now.

“You still running a fever Daniels?”

“His fever’s broken,” Ares says.

Why can’t this be a dream?

“Good. The stew’s almost done. I’ll let you two…get yourselves situated,” Daevin says, humor still present. Thankfully he leaves, closing the door behind him quietly. I lean my forehead into Ares’s shoulder, tears coming back to my eyes again. Damn it hand! Let go of his piece!!!

“Calm down Sky, it’s ok,” Ares says. My eyes pop open and I look up at him, his jade orbs holding slight confusion, “What?”

“You…you called me by my first name…”

“I’ve been doing that the last few days. It seemed to be the thing that calmed you.”

“Oh…” it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still holding his piece. My stupid hand squeezes again…shit…it’s getting hard…DAMN IT LET GO! I close my eyes. I’ve never been this embarrassed in my life. His hand comes around my wrist and gently slides my hand up his shaft. I bite my bottom lip the entire time. Good lord he’s got a piece. I feel his head pass my palm and I swear I could have heard a soft moan. Great, I’m making him horny….fuck, “I-I-I…”

“You’re fine Sky.”

I open my eyes again. Shit, why does he have to sound so fucking good saying my name? Yeah, my piece is lovin’ on him saying my name. And it’s not like I can hide it since he’s right here beside me…with some action of his own south of the border.

“Let’s get you back into bed,” he says. Soon enough I’m off the floor and back in the soft haven of his bed away from home. I scoot to the middle of the bed and turn on my side away from him. I then feel him spoon me, my eyes widen. Sweet hell he’s got a piece on him. And I’ve had this in my mouth? Why can’t I remember that? Stupid liquor! At least he said I was good. He takes hold of my piece and strokes slowly. Well, it’s not like he didn’t all ready know I had wood goin’ on. Fuck, might as well go with it, my piece sure is. Evil lump…

“More…please,” I pant after a few minutes of pleasurable torture. His pace quickens and I find myself thrusting into his hand anyway. Man that damn fever’s made me horny. Minutes later my body gives off the tell tale signs of an orgasm. I hope no one can hear me outside of this room. Seriously, are the people that work here professionals at getting people off? I come down from my orgasmic high and feel Ares shift away from me and a blanket cover me. I sigh and let my tiredness take me to slumber land.  

 

I open my eyes when I hear the sound of running water. Come to think of it…I need a shower. If I’ve been in bed since Wednesday I must be ripe. I sit up groggily as if I’m dragging myself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn…which is basically an everyday thing. I pull the tie out of my hair and unravel my knotty braid. I look around with sleepy eyes and catch sight of the bathroom. I get off the bed and do my usual sleepy walk to the bathroom. Yay, someone started the shower running for me, that was nice of them. I walk over and open the door and walk inside…

And step right into the back of one god of war. Yeah, if you can’t tell, I really don’t start to focus on the obvious things until I’ve at least had a shower. You know, like the fact that I’m not at my place and that it would be likely that Ares would be in the shower since I creamed on him. After all, this is where he stays when he’s not living next door to me. Someone hit me…please?

“Please tell me I’m dreaming and that I did not just walk in on you in the shower,” I say leaning my forehead against his back.

“You’re not dreaming Sky,” came the answer. Goody.

“Fuck,” I mutter and start to head back out but Ares takes me by the arm.

“I’d have to take one with you anyway since you’re still somewhat out of it so you might as well stay and let me clean you up.” Aw, he’s such a nice guy. He gently pulls me under the spray and I moan as I feel the warm water covering me, “Lean against me if you start to feel dizzy.”

“Mmmmmm,” Man this water feels good. Damn, I like it when someone else washes me. I should do this more often. Ares’s hands are gentle and efficient as he cleans me. I keep my eyes close the entire time. Hell, there’s no point in opening them if I’m not the one doin’ the scrubbin’ right?

“Do you want me to wash you hair now or just let the water flow through it?”

“Now and I’ll love you forever,” I say. Hell yeah people, that’s what I’m talkin’ about! I feel Ares standing in front of me and cool shampoo on the top of my head. His hands start gently mindful of the knot on my head and work their way down my locks. I lean into him and slip my arms around his waist. Hot damn this is fuckin’ great! People just don’t know how good it feels to have someone else wash your hair when it’s as long like mine. It’s almost better than getting a blowjob depending on the person doing the washing and Ares’s hands are like magic. Hell, I don’t even care if I get wood from this, it’s fuckin’ worth it.  

“Are you ok?”

“Mmm hmm, you’re wonderful.”

“Tilt your head back.” I do and feel the water pour through. I sigh, this is the life. After a few minutes I bring my head back up and he starts over again. Man this is great. I don’t care right now that my piece is stabbing him I just want him to wash my hair like this again sometime soon. Once he lathers me up again I tilt my head back and let the bubbles flow from my locks with a grin on my face.

“You’re really good at this Ares, you know that?” Yeah, it almost sounds like I’m drunk or something it feels that good.

“Thank you.”

He conditions my hair and I want to kiss him. Damn, that fever must have really fucked with me the last couple of days. I’m glad that he's not freaked out by the way I’m acting right now. He lets the conditioner set in my hair and just holds me. I brush my nose along the base of his neck and sigh.

“You’re good at holding me too.”

“I don’t want you to pass out and fall.”

“I won’t fall, you’re holding me silly,” Yeah, I need to go back to bed or something.

“Lets get this out now,” he says after a while and I tip my head back again. His fingers weave through my hair as he rinses clear the conditioner. He wraps an arm around me and leans over to shut off the water. I moan, pooh, it’s over. I finally open my eyes. He wrings the excess water from my hair and we make our way out. I walk over to the counter and lean against it then he gathers my hair in a large fluffy towel. Oh damn, that’s right, I’ve got wood, “Sit on the counter,” he says as he goes over and closes the door to the bathroom. I slide up on the counter and he comes back to stand between my legs and begins to towel dry my hair. Mmm that feels good and I close my eyes again. He then wraps my hair in a dry towel then reaches down and takes hold of my piece. My back jerks straight when I feel him grip me. I wasn’t expecting him to do it…I would have done it…really, I would have. I open my eyes and stare right into his. His eyes are so beautiful. His free hand comes to my cheek and mine fall close again and I moan. I then feel his hand move down my neck and then to my chest. His hand keeps going lower and I take the chance of opening my eyes again, he’s on his knees in front of me and soon I feel the luscious heat of his mouth enveloping my piece. I lean back against the mirror, my eyes fall half mast as I watch him taste me like he did months ago. I can’t help it, I want to feel his hair between my fingers and I slide my left hand into his wet locks. He moans softly and I answer his with a louder one and flex my fingers in his hair. Sweet holy hell he’s good. His hand is pressed flat against my stomach and I move my right hand over top of his. I want his hand to leave an imprint on me. I want to feel its heat on my skin after it’s gone. I want this man, end of story. His bobbing quickens, drawing louder moans out of me. My stomach feels heavy and tight and as I release I’m crying out his name. When I fall limp he stands up and licks his lips. Sweet love…this man is a god among mortals.

“Do you need more?”

I lazily shake my head and after a few moments I manage to sit up and slide off the counter. I actually feel a little bit better now. Ares hands me a towel and I dry off the few remaining drops of water from my body. I walk back into the bedroom and see that the bed is made and a tray holding a steaming bowl of chicken and dumplings sitting atop the covers along with a note. I pick up the note and look it over.

“Mr. Daevin left us a note,” I call back to Ares. I turn my head as he walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his gorgeous waist, like I don’t already know what’s underneath that…

“What did he say?”

“He says that we have the weekend off starting as soon as we get out of the shower and not to set foot in the entire building until Monday morning or else he’ll have Rex tie us to a bed buck naked facing each other with our cocks bound together,” I look at the note and blink. Did I just read that right? I shake my head. That man has a warped sense of humor to involve Rex in keeping us away from work.

“Sounds like something he’d say,” Ares says walking over to a chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of black silk boxers, “You should eat some of that before it gets cold.”

I sit down on the bed and take a spoonful of the stew. Damn this is good, “Did Mr. Daevin make this?”

“Yes.”

“When did he learn how to cook?”

“His mother was a talented chef and taught them how to cook.”

“Wow. Never would have taken him to have some kitchen skills,” I say before taking another bite. 

“When you’re done eating I’ll take you home.”

“Oh, ok.”

“You just got over a fever Sky, I’m not letting you drive yourself home,” I have to smile. I really do love the way my name sounds coming from him, “What is it?”

I feel heat come to my cheek, “It’s…just that I’ve never heard you say my name so many times before now. Well, you’ve never said it before now.”

“I said your name Wednesday when I came into the kitchen and saw you shaking.”

I blink at him, “Oh, yeah, you did…” Duh! Who else would hold you like that?

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh no!” I say quickly, I’m full on blushing now, “I…I like it.”

 

I’m fine as I made it out of the building under my own power, but by the time I make it to our hallway, I’m fuckin’ beat. Ares slips his arm around my waist as I lean against him. My apartment would have to be in the middle of this long ass hallway. I lean my head against Ares and his pace starts slowing. I look at the door we’re approaching, twelve thirty. Oh, his place. HIS PLACE! My moment of mental excitement is quickly overcome by tiredness. I’m glad we’re stopping. I need a nap.

Ares unlocks his door and guides me inside. Even in my tired state I manage to awe at his apartment. The walls are a rich burgundy color with cream trim at the top and bottom. Along the short expanse of hallway are two matching sculptures across from each other on small wrought iron tables. The polished hardwood gleamed softly beneath the lights. This is nice. Man I’m tired. And just as I think that Ares turns me left and we head down a darker hallway. We come to the first door and he stops to open it. Please tell me there’s a bed in here…yes! Ares brings the lighting up. As soon as we step inside the dark blue walls of the bedroom, I use the last bit of energy I have to propel myself to those inviting covers. I plop face down on the bed and toe off my shoes. I’m too tired to bother crawling up on the bed more so my feet aren’t dangling off.

“Oh, you feel so good,” I tell the bed. I nuzzle the off white comforter and moan.

“Sit up Sky so I can get your clothes off,” Ares says softly. Had it been any other time he said that I’d be thrilled, but hell, even my piece is too tired to react to that. Ares touches my shoulder and I moan dejectedly as I have to leave this comfortable position to turn over and eventually sit up. Ares helps me out of my overcoat and jacket and then pulls my hands away as I make a weak attempt to unbutton my shirt. I do manage to slip off the bed long enough to drop my pants and pull back the covers as Ares places my clothes on something at the end of the bed. I sigh contently as I’m wrapped in a soft cottony embrace.

“I love you Ares,” I say as I let out a yawn, “You’re awesommm…”

 

 

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!" I say sitting up in my bed, my heart beating rapidly and my face covered in sweat. I run a hand over my face and jerk when the door opens and Ares comes in.

“What’s wrong?” he asks sitting beside me on the bed. He brings a hand to my forehead and I pull it away.

“I’m ok, it was just a bad dream,” I reply shaking my head.

Ares looks at me for a moment. I can tell he’s thinkin’ hard about somethin. Just as long as he doesn’t ask…

“A dream you’ve had before?”

…Fuck!

“Yeah, I’ve had it several times. It’s ok though.”

“What happened in your dream?”

I look down at the comforter. Do I really want to tell him? “It was years ago, nothing to worry about. I’m over it.”

“If you’re still having the same nightmare, you’re not over it.”

I shake my head, “It’s cool, really. It won’t affect my work or anything like that.”

“…You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry to wake you.”

“I’ve been up for a while, it’s eleven a.m.”

“What? But I just went to…”

“You slept straight through the afternoon and the night.”

“Damn, I must have been more worn out than I thought.”

“You can rest some more if you need to. I’ll bring you something to eat,” Ares says getting up from the bed. Wait…he didn’t…sleep…

“Where’d you sleep?”

“The bedroom across the hall is mine.”

“Oh…” I blink and try to use my brain some more, “So why were you sleeping with me yesterday?”

“It was the only way to keep you from falling off the bed. I doubt you would have wanted to be tied down.”

That’s true, I would have freaked out then, “Makes sense,” that’s when I remember the humping and my cheeks flame up, “I really didn’t mean to hump you like that yesterday…I’m sorry,” I just said ‘hump’ to his guy. I think the fever has left me with some brain damage. He sits back down on the bed.

“You’re fine Sky.”

“Yeah, but, why were you naked?”

Ares arches a brow at me.

“Wait, are you tellin’ me that I stripped you?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?” I know, what am I talkin’ about. This gorgeous creature let me dry hump him and I’m askin’ why he didn’t stop me? Remember, no shower, no proper brain function.

“It was your fever causing you to do that. I don’t hold it against you.”

“Seriously Ares, I’m creamin’ all on you and you let me do that?”

“You calmed down after your orgasm, so it was fine.”

“But what if I wanted more, like to suck you off or wanted to go for a ride or…”

“Sky, it’s fine, I’m not holding you accountable for your actions while you were sick.”

“Why not?”

He looks at me slightly like ‘what the fuck?’, “Because it wouldn’t have been right to do so. You didn’t ask to be stressed and you didn’t ask to be sick,” his head tilts to the right just enough so a lock of hair falls in his face, “You want me to be upset with you?”

“I…dude…damn it I don’t know,” I finally get out, “I was thinkin’ that maybe you would have stopped me from handling you like that. Hell, it’s happened t-,” I stop. Damn, I was about to let that out. Ares’s expression turns serious.

“What happened to you Sky.”

I stare at him. No way, I’m not tellin’ anyone that…

“Don’t worry about it,” I say looking away from those jade eyes.

“Christopher Sky, tell me what happened to you.”

I look back at him with venom, “Don’t…you…EVER fuckin’ call me that!” I was told later on that my mom named me after that guy that left his seed in her when she found out she was pregnant. Then the bastard skipped out on her when I was a baby. I can’t believe she didn’t change my name. I never liked being called that name after I heard. I went by my middle name. Hell, even my transcripts read Sky Daniels. How the fuck did he find that out?

“Then tell me what happened.”

“No.”

“Why not.”

“Because like you, I’ve got trust issues.”

“Sky…”

“I’m not telling ya Ares so just drop it.”

“Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?”

I snort, “Funny, I could ask you the same thing.”

“Sk-,”

“Look, can you please stop calling my name? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend and as much as I love the way it sounds coming from you, right now is not the time,” I push back the covers and get out of bed on the far side from Ares. I really need to be by myself right now, just getting over a fever or not. I put on my clothes and as soon as I slip on my shoes I’m heading to the door. Ares gets up and I bolt out into the hallway. Luckily I wasn’t too out of it to remember which way to go and soon I was at the door to my apartment opening it. I get inside quickly and lock the door behind me. I hang up my overcoat and make my way to the living room to sit. There’s no bloody fuckin’ way I'm gonna let that out to someone that hardly opens up to me, even if I do find him attractive. Hell, he couldn’t even trust me to put Anthony in his place. Why in the hell would I trust telling him something like that?