Work in Progress Wednesday: Fire & Ice # 4

Simeon snuggled deeper into the warmth surrounding him.

“Jus’ ‘nother minute.”

A hard hand clamped down on his left hip, pulling him into full contact with the heated form at his back.

Simeon sighed.

“So warm…”

The deep, rich voice he recalled from earlier fell like liquid sunshine against Simeon’s ears. He shivered, an electric prickle sweeping across his skin.

“You see, Rye? I told you it needed the both of us.”

The other voice spoke from in front of Simeon. A second, equally strong hand gripped Simeon’s hip, just above the first. His leg was lifted, and a muscular, hair roughened thigh pressed between his. Amusement laced the hypnotic tones of the man’s lilting voice.

“Yes, yes, Josh. You’re right again. Be a love and give me a sip of the tea so I can feed it to him.”

Simeon heard a muffled clink, followed by a slurping sound, then blazing hot lips were pressed to his. He pressed forward, his mouth opening under the gentle pressure exerted against it. The voice behind him sounded right against his ear.

“Get ready to swallow Simeon. Rye is giving you a sip of his special tea. Nasty stuff, but it’ll help you feel better.”

Laughter echoed in the voice.

Warm liquid poured into Simeon’s mouth.

Nasty?

Oh.

No.

This was ambrosia.

It tasted like the tea Simeon had once when—

He opened his eyes, swallowing the delicious sweet and salty fluid in his mouth.

Simeon’s mouth opened again.

“You’re an angel.”

He blinked at the being in front of him.

Feathery softness brushed his cheek. Simeon turned his head, breaking eye contact with the angel. Arching above him in a sheltering arc were two huge wings. One pure white, the other so black hints of blue gleamed iridescently along the curve. Simeon reached up, running wondering fingers over both.

“Angels? What are angels doing in my bed?”

A sharp crack of laughter boomed out behind Simeon. The callused hand at his hip ran up his side, over his shoulder and around his neck. Long fingers curled around his chin, pulling him further around. Simeon looked into the eyes he’d yet to properly capture in a drawing.

“Oh, Sweetness, I’m no angel.”

Simeon’s heart hammered in his chest.

He feasted his eyes on the most wickedly beautiful face he’d ever beheld.

No. This was no angel.

A hand reached over his shoulder to smack the speaker sharply on his shoulder, just where a star shaped tattoo graced it. Simeon wanted to lick that tattoo. His mouth watered.

“Ow! Dammit, Rye, I’ll ask JC to revoke your angel status myself if you keep beating me!”

Husky laughter answered that outburst.

Simeon leaned closer, wiggling around to fully face the black winged creature.

“W-what are you? You look like…a dangerous angel.”

A burning, knowing smile insinuated itself on the beings face.

“I’m an incubus my pet. Part angel, part demon.”

Simeon swallowed rapidly.

“That explains the dreams then.”

Fingers ran up Simeon’s spine. A soft kiss brushed the nape of his neck.

“Joshua, stop trying to frighten Simeon out of falling in love with you. He won’t be able to help doing so any more than I could, and speaking from experience, life is a whole lot more pleasant when you don’t.”

Joshua’s eyes flared, filling with flashes of yellow.

He turned them back to Simeon, and the little ice elemental thought he might faint again.