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Love's True Path	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N– I, Sin, wrote chapter Thirty-Five without Alexia’s help, therefore making the chapters on AFF of chapter off from now on from Love’s True Path on Pomme De Sange. Happy Reading!

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Jamil sighed as he sat on the couch after Richard had asked them to leave the kitchen.

Shang-Da pressed a kiss to his throat.

"I hope they don't fight." Jamil held Shang-Da. "I hate listening to people fighting."

"I don't think they'll fight." He relaxed against him.

Jamil rubbed a hand over Shang-Da's back. "Oh?"

He heard Richard moan. "See. I knew it would lead to sex."

"And how did you know that, Shang-Da?" Jamil shifted, cursing the scent of arousal as it entered the room.

Shang-Da shrugged. "I'm just good at guessing."

"So it seems.”

He smiled at him. "Yep."

Jamil smiled back. "You're sexy when you smile, Hati."

"You too." Shang-Da nipped at his bottom lip.

He groaned, "Shang-Da..."

"Yes, Skoll?"

He nipped Shang-Da's lower lip, pulling him closer. "You know exactly why I moaned your name..."

"I can't seem to think straight right now. Please tell me." Shang-Da began to suck on his neck.

"Because it felt good..." Jamil gasped, baring his neck.

"Good." He gently bit his neck. "I wish I could have more of you, but I know Richard would beat us."

Jamil shuddered. "Cruel, Shang-Da..."

"I know." Shang-Da pulled back a bit.

Kissing the Hati, Jamil wished the Ulfric and Lupa would hurry up and get it over with. This was not fair, and the arousal... God, but he was hard.

"Someone is turned on." He laughed low in his throat.

"You are evil..."

Jamil fought not to thrust against him.

"I know I am." Shang-Da grinned at him.

Reaching down, Jamil grabbed Shang-Da's cock, rubbing it.

He gasped. "Now who's evil?"

"I never said I wasn't, Hati..."

He grinned and sucked on Jamil's lip. "I can be just as evil."

The Skoll groaned. "Oh... yes..."

"Shh...they'll hear you." Shang-Da whispered softly.

"I'm going to get you for that, Hati..." Jamil muttered, covering the other man's mouth with his own.

He ran a hand down the Skoll's chest. "Oh, please do so."

Jamil took Shang-Da's hand in his own, twining their fingers together. "You're asking for trouble..."

"Always." Shang-Da smiled at him. "Maybe later you can punish me." He hid his laughter as he heard Richard swear loudly.

Pausing, Jamil shook his head. "I don't think we want to know..."

"Me either. You know...we switch off soon with Graham and Stephen . My place is closer..." Shang-Da stroked the side of Jamil's face.

"Hinting, Hati?"

"Not at all." He licked a line down Jamil's throat.

Jamil gasped. "Then what....?"

"I think you know..."

"And if I don't?" The Skoll pulled Shang-Da so their cocks were pressed together through their clothing.

"Don't make me attack you, Skoll." Shang-Da growled low in his throat.

"That is what I want..." Jamil nipped at Shang-Da's pulse, then took it into his mouth and sucked.

"Then I guess you'll have to take it." He moaned. "Soon, very soon."

They lost themselves in kisses, and several minutes later, a blushing Mika stood in the door. "Richard said you two can head home. Graham and his friend are coming over."

Shang-Da looked over at her. "Alright. You too have fun tonight." He laughed as he took the Skoll's hand and lead him to the door.

"Good evening, Lupa." Jamil smiled, letting Shang-Da pull him. "You driving, Hati?"

"Sure." He slid into the driver's seat. He couldn't get home fast enough.

"You crash us, and I won't touch you for a week, got it?" Jamil buckled himself into the passenger seat.

"Hey, I drive better than you." Shang-Da pouted as he drove them to his house.

"Sure..." Jamil laughed, reaching over and rubbing Shang-Da's member.

"Don't do that." He slapped his hand. "Or I will crash."

"Into S&M, Shang-Da?" Jamil teased.

"Hush. You're horrible." The Hati was glad when he finally pulled into his driveway. Jamil had been in his small house before, but now it was different.

"Horrible, am I?" Jamil undid his seatbelt, then kissed the other man. "I thought it was a valid question..."

Shang-Da blushed. He didn't mention the fact that he liked some S&M. He unlocked the front door. "It's a bit messy."

"Shang-Da.... you're male. It's gonna be." Jamil's eyes, however, weren't looking at the house. They were looking at his soon-to-be-lover.

He closed the door behind them. He shoved some clothes off the couch onto the floor.

"I thought you had a bed..." Jamil blinked.

"I do...but it's dirty." He said quickly.

Jamil frowned, his beast suddenly rising up in jealousy. "Dirty?"

"I uh...spilled some orange juice on it. It has some cleaner on it and the room smells like it." Shang-Da shrugged.

"Ah." The Skoll nodded, realizing now that was where he was scenting the cleaner from. "Sorry."

"Don't be." The Hati sprawled out on his couch.

Jamil moved, crawling over him. "Too late..."

Shang-Da watched him, loving the way his body moved.

Leaning down, Jamil brushed his lips over Shang-Da's, tracing them with his tongue.

He slid a hand under Jamil's shirt, running his hand over his lovely body.

He shivered, his muscles tightening.

Shang-Da covered his mouth with him own. He raked his nails down Jamil's chest.

Jamil groaned, thrusting his cock against Shang-Da's. "Fuck, Hati..."

"Mmm, Skoll." He pulled Jamil's shirt off over his head. Shang-Da found his nipple with his mouth.

He groaned, pressing into the other man's mouth, tugging at Shang-Da's tie. "Why the fuck do you insist on these suits?" He scowled. "Too many layers..."

"I like how they look on me." He undid his tie quickly and dropped it to the floor.

"So do I, but I'm going to wind up shredding them in order to get to your body..." Jamil shifted them so that the slightly slimmer man was above him, shoving at his suit jacket.

Shang-Da tossed his jacket on the back of the couch. He started to undo his t-shirt.

Jamil slid his dark hands over Shang-Da's pale chest, smiling at the contrast. "So hot, Hati..." He leaned up, sucking one of the hard nipples into his mouth.

"God, Skoll." He let his shirt fall to floor. He had wanted this for so long he couldn't believe this was about to happen.

"Mmm..." Jamil flicked his tongue over the turgid nub, scraping his teeth over it as he began to work Shang-Da's pants open.

Shang-Da helped him unzip the fly of his pants. He knew Jamil had seen him naked before, but not like this...

"Fuck, you're hard..." His eyes locked on the Asian man's hard cock, and he licked his lips.

"I noticed." He managed. God, he loved the look Jamil had in his eyes.

Jamil lifted the other man, sitting him on the couch before kneeling before him, undressing Shang-Da completely, leaving him naked before him.

"No fair. You still have pants on." The Hati pouted. He had never seen Jamil fully erect and he longed to see all of him.

"Then undress me, Hati." Jamil leaned down, licking at the head of Shang-Da's cock. God, his new addiction... Shang-Da.

He cried out. Any thoughts he might have had were lost in the sheer ecstasy that was Jamil.

Jamil laughed, sucking the other man deep, swallowing him down.

Shang-Da grabbed a hand full of the Skoll's cornrows. The man had a wonderful, sensual mouth. It was almost too much to see it once again covering his hard cock.

Looking up at the Hati, Jamil's dark eyes were black with lust as his mouth worked the other man's cock. He sucked, licked, teased...

He jerked Jamil's head back before he could make him come. "No, you already did that to me once today. It's your turn."

Jamil scowled. "Insistent..."

Shang-Da smiled as he stripped Jamil down. God, the man was lovely. He took the head of his lover's cock into his mouth.

"Shit, Hati!" Jamil's hips bucked up, and he fisted a hand in Shang-Da's short hair, careful not to pull.

He took in inch after inch of the Skoll's hard member. He took as much of him as he could into his mouth.

"Shang-Da..." Jamil bit his lip, groaning as he watched the other man's pale pink mouth stretch around his cock.

Shang-Da moaned as Jamil's cock touch the back of his throat. He cupped the other man's balls in his hand.

Jamil fought not to thrust. God, he wanted to bury himself inside the other man... his mouth, his ass... "Fuck... your mouth... so good..."

He pulled back so he could breathe. "You were right, Jamil. I do like S&M." He told him. "I...like to be topped and punished."

A slow, smug smirk spread across Jamil's lips. "I know... the question... Hati... is how far do you like to go?"

Shang-Da shuddered. "Ho-how far?"

Jamil shoved him to the floor. "How far do you like your punishment to go?"

He bit his lip. For being a dominant he liked to be dominated. "Very far." He admitted. He liked to be hurt.

"Very far what?" Jamil stood, looking at the other wolf.

"I like...to have a Master." Shang-Da told the Skoll.

"Good." Jamil's lips twisted into a smirk. "You will address me as Master, Shang-Da, are we clear? If you do not, you will be punished."

A shiver ran down his spine. "Yes Master." He whispered.

"Very good, Shang-Da. Kneel." Damn, but this turned the Skoll on. He'd dreamed of dominating the Hati, but never thought that someone as high up in the pack as Shang-Da was would allow this. "How long have you wanted this, Pet?"

Shang-Da knelt in front of Jamil. "Since, I moved here. I always wanted to be topped by you"

Jamil tutted, shaking his head, forcing the Hati forward, exposing his bottom, which he promptly smacked. "Count them, Shang-Da. Five. You know how to address me."

He fought not to thrust against the Skoll has he counted off his spankings. "Forgive me, Master."

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again." Jamil's fingers smoothed over Shang-Da's now red bottom, smiling. Ah, but the Hati liked spankings. However, as his first punishment and their first time, they wouldn't go too far. "Where are your toys, Shang-Da?"

"Under the bed, Master." God, Shang-Da had wanted to be topped by Jamil for a long time. He couldn't believe that it was finally happening.

"Get them."

He rose and did as the other man asked. He came down carrying a box he usually kept hidden. He set it on the couch.

"Show me, Shang-Da. And on your knees." Jamil licked his lips, his erection throbbing at the thought of all the possibilities.

Shang-Da knelt down once again and opened the box. "What do you like, Master?" He had a wide assortment of toys.

Jamil smirked, "Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me," he quoted. "Now, Shang-Da... show me what you have. I will show you what I like."

He began to take things out of the box. Handcuffs, whips, and various other items were soon spread across the floor.

"What do you like, Shang-Da? Make two piles... reward, and punishment."

He slowly began to separate the piles, his mind racing. Shang-Da liked to be tied up and his reward pile showed that.

"Good." Jamil smiled. "You have pleased me. You may pick out one toy to use from your reward pile, then bring it to me."

Shang-Da chose a silk rope. He crawled over to Jamil. "I liked to be tied up, Master" His voice was low, husky.

"I see." Jamil leaned down, kissing the Hati briefly on the mouth as he took the rope, considering.

"Put your hands behind your back, Shang-Da." Jamil looked around, shaking his head they would be having to better equip themselves for their play, he could see.

He did as the Skoll demanded. He forced himself to breathe normally when Jamil began to tie him up.

"Now, I want you to bend forward and place your forehead on the floor." Jamil moved back over to the two piles, looking them over.

Shang-Da moved. He could hardly contain himself. The dominant wolf in him demanding that he take Jamil. He fought the wolf back.

Jamil smiled as he picked up a vibrating cock ring and a paddle. It appeared his darling pet licked spankings too much for them to be punishment... "Good. Now, hold still." He knelt next to the Hati, his hardness nearly touching the other man's cheek.

Reaching, Jamil managed to get the cock ring on Shang-Da without having him move.

It took everything he had in him not to move as Jamil put the cock ring on him. He was a good bottom. He knew the rules. His Master said not to move, so he stayed very still.

"Good." Jamil stroked a hand over Shang-Da's cock, stroking him before he turned the vibration on for the cock ring. "You are a good bottom, aren't you, Shang-Da?"

Shang-Da nearly swore. "Yes Master." He managed. He bit his bottom lip to keep from moving.

"Do you like spankings, Shang-Da?"

"Yes, Master." He said, his voice calm.

"And so you found my earlier punishment of you rewarding, didn't you Shang-Da?" Jamil's voice was low, coaxing.

"Yes." He groaned. "Very rewarding, Master."

"And that, Shang-Da, is bad. That was a punishment." Jamil set down the paddle, picking up a cat o'nine tails instead from the punishment pile.

He shivered at the tone of Jamil's voice. "Sorry..."

Jamil lashed him suddenly. "What is my name, Shang-Da?"

"Master." He cried out. Shang-Da was liking this very much.

"Better. Now count. Twenty, starting now. Fifteen, because your punishment is coming back to you threefold for your enjoyment, and five for forgetting my name." Jamil lashed at the hati again with a flick of his wrist.

He whimpered softly as he counted off.

Finally finished, Jamil saw that he had broken the skin in a few places, and leaned down, licking away the blood.

"Shit, Sk-Master." Shang-Da cried out as his tongue ran across his ass.

Jamil laughed,"What was that, Shang-Da?" He licked his ass again.

"Master," He said. "It feels so good."

"Do you think you're a good bottom? Do you deserve to be rewarded?"

"Yes, Master. I'm a good bottom." Shang-Da purred.

"Mmm... you are. As a reward, you may taste my cock." Jamil moved, standing before the bound Hati.

Shang-Da moaned as he took Jamil's cock into his mouth.

The Skoll's breath caught as he watched his cock disappear between the Hati's lips.

He longed to do more with the Skoll, but a good bottom was patient. He could wait forever if need be.

Jamil buried a hand in Shang-Da's short hair, thrusting gently into his mouth. Fuck.

Shang-Da took all that Jamil offered him. He enjoyed being at the Skoll's mercy. He only wished his hands were free.

"No!" Jamil moved, shoving Shang-Da forward, then shoving himself deep into the Hati, unable to wait.

Shang-Da cried out as the Skoll had his way with him.

Reaching down, Jamil turned the vibrations to the cock ring on high, then began to stroke him. He thrust hard into him, hitting his prostate every time

"Fuck." He cried out. It all felt so good. There was no way he would last very long.

"Come, Shang-Da. You've been good, now come!" Jamil growled.

Shang-Da screamed his name as he came hard.

Jamil's fingernails on the hand not stroking the hati dug into Shang-Da's hip as he came, his hips bucking wildly.

He shivered. "I love you Jamil."

Pressing soft kisses to Shang-Da's neck and shoulders, Jamil nodded. "Love you too, Shang-Da..."

"I don't think I can move." He was shaking. "Do you think you can turn the cock ring off?"

"Mm... sorry." Jamil untied his lover, and removed the cock ring, licking the come that got onto it and his hands in the process off.

Shang-Da rolled over onto his side, very sleepy.

"Shang-Da, love, you can't sleep on the floor..." Jamil lifted him gently, setting him onto the couch.

He wrapped his arms around Jamil. "Don't leave."

"I need to clean you, Hati...I've made a mess of you..." Jamil stroked Shang-Da's face.

"I don't want to move." He groaned.

"Ssh... don't then. I'll clean us later." Jamil curled himself onto the couch with the hati, a large yawn escaping him.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be topped by you." Shang-Da smiled. "It's amazing."

Jamil laughed softly. "Thank you, Shang-Da. You're amazing as well."

"You always seemed so straight to me."

"Well, so did you, in your prissy suits." Jamil snorted.

"Don't make me shove you off the couch. You know you love my suits."

"Oh, yeah... but they look... so... straight."

"You wouldn't believe how many business men are secretly gay or at least bi.”

Jamil laughed. "I thought you were tired?"

"I like talking to you." Shang-Da said, eyes closed.

"Mm. And I like talking to you... but you need sleep." Jamil smoothed a hand over Shang-Da's side.

"Just keep talking to me, Jamil." He said softly.

"What do you want me to say?" He kissed the Hati's temple.

"I don't know. Just talk. I love the sound of your voice." Shang-Da looked at him and smiled.

Thinking for a moment, Jamil took a deep breath, then spoke. "The first time I saw you, I hated you... because I knew I could love you... and I thought you'd never think of me as anything other than a pack member... someone you saw because you were a wolf, not because you wanted to..."

"Well, I'm glad you like me now. I don't know what I'd do if you still hated me."

"I hated you because I thought you'd never love me." Jamil kissed the other were softly.

Shang-Da returned the kiss. "Does your family know you're gay and a wolf?"

Jamil looked away. "I don't have any family."

"I'm sorry." God, he was a dickhead. He hugged Jamil.

"Don't be. I don't remember ever having parents." He shrugged. "Hard to miss what you've never had."

Shang-Da felt like crying. He was a jerk. He should've been gentler when bringing the subject up.

"Shang-Da... what's wrong?" Jamil sat up, worried. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." He closed his eyes. "I...m just a jerk. I didn't think before I asked."

"Shang-Da, you're not a jerk." Jamil said forcibly.

Shang-Da sighed. "I am an insensitive jerk."

"Shang-Da, stop it right now." His beast was growling at the other dominant, not caring for his attitude for himself over a simple mistake. Jamil's power reinforced his words.

He whimpered. "I'm sorry."

"Now say that you are not a jerk."

"I'm not a jerk." Shang-Da pressed his face into Jamil's neck.

"Would I love a jerk, Shang-Da?" Jamil made the Hati look him in the eye.

"I just shouldn't have brought it up."

"That wasn't what I asked." He growled slightly.

Shang-Da bit his lip. "You wouldn't love a jerk."

"What kind of person would I love, Shang-Da?" Jamil asked insistently.

"A kind person. Someone who cares about you."

"Someone amazing."

"I'm not amazing." He said softly.

"Then why do I love you?" Jamil kissed his temple.

"I don't know." Shang-Da admitted. He was nothing special.

“Because you are amazing to me." Brushing his lips over Shang-Da's, Jamil rubbed a hand down his side.

"Thank you for saying that." He smiled a bit.

"You don't have to thank me. It's true." Jamil kissed him slowly, deeply.

Shang-Da returned the kiss. He'd never felt so happy in his entire life.
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