Free Web NovelChapter 313: “I... forgive you, Theo,” [18+]
"Then love me, Theo. Let our souls connect," Alias whispered, his heart finally softening as the jagged edges of betrayal smoothed out into a profound, aching empathy.
Hearing those words, Theo’s heart swelled and he held Alias. His cock inside him throbbed but he didn’t move yet.
He leaned down, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to Alias’s forehead, then to each of his eyelids, and finally to the corner of his trembling mouth.
"You are so beautiful," Theo rasped, the words finally finding their way out of his heart. "Not just because of your skin or your eyes, but because you are here, with me, even after I gave you a reason to give up on me and leave."
Alias felt a different kind of heat rising now. It wasn’t the sharp, demanding friction of ’sex,’ but a slow, radiant warmth that started in the center of his chest and spread outward to his fingertips.
When Theo began to move again, it wasn’t a thrust; it was a slow, deep glide, an intentional merging that made Alias’s breath hitch in a way that had nothing to do with pain.
He was no longer moving with the hurried force of a man seeking a quick purge of guilt. Instead, he moved with a slow, agonizing reverence.
"I can feel it," Alias moaned, his silver eyes locking onto Theo’s blue ones. "Theo... Ahh."
Theo gripped Alias’s hands, interlacing their fingers and pinning them to the mat beside Alias’s head. He wanted no space between them. He wanted even their bodies to merge completely.
He watched Alias’s face as he moved, seeing the way the silver hair fanned out like a fallen moon against the dark fibers. Every gasp Alias let out was no longer a data point to be categorized, but a confession of belonging.
The sound of their bodies meeting became a soft, rhythmic melody. Theo was no longer just a man in a gutter, and Alias was no longer just an Architect looking down from the clouds.
Theo gripped Alias’s hips, his large fingers digging into the pale skin, anchoring them both as he drove forward with a slow, devastating depth.
Each thrust was accompanied by the wet, rhythmic squelch of friction—a raw, visceral sound that echoed against the wooden walls of the room. Alias couldn’t think; he couldn’t even categorize. He could only feel.
Every time Theo pushed into him, Alias felt the solid, pulsing weight of his cock sliding deep, stretching him until he felt the blunt pressure hitting against his colon. It was an invasive, overwhelming fullness that made his toes curl and his head toss back in a silent, open-mouthed gasp.
"Theo... I can feel... all of you," Alias rasped, his voice breaking as the sensation radiated from his core to his very fingertips.
Theo didn’t answer with words. He leaned down, his chest slick with sweat and pressing hard against Alias’s, their heartbeats slamming together in a chaotic, singular rhythm.
He increased the pace, the sound of their bodies meeting becoming a steady, frantic thud.
The friction became a fire that was consuming the last of the cold logic Alias had brought into the room.
And then, as the thrusts continued, the internal pressure was building, a heavy, throbbing coil that felt like it was about to burst through Alias’s skin.
"T-Theo... hngh... I... I’m going to... haa."
He wrapped his legs even tighter around Theo’s waist, pulling him in, demanding that depth, wanting to feel that blunt impact over and over again. Even harder. He wanted to drown out the silence of the desert with the sounds of his ecstasy.
"Look at me," Theo groaned, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that Alias felt deep in his gut.
Alias opened his silver eyes, finding Theo’s burning blue ones. In that gaze, there was no lie, no shame—only a raw, hungry devotion. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"I love you, Alias." He confessed, brushing Theo’s cheeks and slipping out the trails of tears. "I love you so much."
Alias sobbed and called out, his wet lips parting as he called out softly,
"Theo, I... I love you too." His words scraped off the pain that had been gnawing at Theo’s lips.
He had been wondering if Alias regretted loving him. If Alias would never say those words to him, but he did.
And his heart grew light, so much so that his eyes teared up and he kissed Alias lips.
"I love you so much, Alias." He rasped. "Don’t leave," his grip on Alias tightened. "Don’t leave me. Please."
Theo’s thrusts became shorter, faster, his muscles cording with a frantic, desperate energy as he felt the end rushing toward them. The squelching sound grew more intense, a wet, rhythmic testimony to how completely they were merging.
"Haa... I’m here," Alias whimpered, his fingers clawing at the mats beneath them. "I’m right here."
Theo’s veins bulged on his neck and he finally snapped.
"Cumming, Ngh!"
It wasn’t a quiet release. Theo let out a low, primal growl, his entire frame shuddering as he buried himself as deep as he could go, his seed spilling inside Alias in thick, hot pulses.
At the same moment, Alias’s body jolted, his back arching like a bow as his own release splashed across their tangled chests.
He felt the internal throb of Theo’s climax vibrating against his walls, a physical echo of the man’s soul.
Then, as soon as the tension released, Theo collapsed forward, his weight heavy and honest.
He didn’t pull away. He stayed exactly where he was, his face buried in the crook of Alias’s neck, their breaths coming in jagged, shared gasps. The room was silent now, save for the cooling night air and the fading, wet sounds of their intimacy.
Alias stared at the ceiling, panting and then looked at Theo through the corner of his eyes. Even if Theo had lied, he could not bring himself to art away from him, nor from his company, not from his love, and not from his heart.
He reached up, his hand trembling as he ran it through Theo’s sweat-damp hair, pulling him closer. freewebnovёl.ƈom
"I... forgive you, Theo," he said in a quiet voice and Theo’s eyes widened. He looked up, but found Alias red rimmed eyes closed as he immediately fell asleep.
He felt so emotional he could cry again but he bit the inside of his mouth and rested his head on his neck, whispering,
"Thank you."
High above, in the shifting halls of the celestial realm, the air was not cool or silent. It was vibrating with a terrifying, white-hot pressure.
Norx stood before the Great Mirror of the South, his fingers curled into the white stone railing until it spiderwebbed and shattered into dust. He had watched the entire scene—the truth revealed, the tears shed, and finally, the primal merging of their bodies that they called making love.
He had waited for the explosion, for Alias to recoil in divine disgust from the stain of the child and the filth of the lie.
Instead, he had watched Alias open his arms.
"Why?" Norx roared, the sound echoing like a thunderclap across the silent stars. He struck the mirror, sending a jagged crack through the image of the two men tangled together on the mat. "Why did you forgive him? He lied to you! He stole your peace! He made you shed tears! He is a creature of mud and rot! Just... why are you so kind?"
He paced the hall, his red eyes burning with a jealous, analytical fury that was quickly becoming unhinged. He grabbed a crystalline vase—a relic of a thousand years—and hurled it against the wall, watching it shatter into a million indifferent shards.
"I was the one who stood by you through the eons," Norx hissed, his breath coming in sharp, jagged gasps. "I am the one who understands your nature. I am your equal, Alias! Why do you let an insignificant, deceptive mortal hold you like that? Why do you let him spill his filth inside you and then whisper that you forgive him?"
The thought of Theo’s hands on Alias’s skin, of the wet, primal sounds of their union, felt like a physical blade twisting in Norx’s own chest.
It was a sensation he wasn’t supposed to have—a hollow, aching void of jealousy that no celestial logic could fill. He had spent centuries watching humans, mocking their ’love’ as a frantic desperation, but now he realized the truth: he wanted that desperation for himself. He wanted Alias to look at him with that same hazy, silver devotion.
"He doesn’t deserve the light," Norx whispered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration. He turned away from the mirror, his gaze shifting to the dark corner of the desert where the child lay sleeping. "He thinks he has found a home? He thinks he has been washed clean by a god’s forgiveness?"
A cruel, sharp smile slowly spread across Norx’s face, though his eyes remained cold and glassier than the broken mirror.
"Forgiveness is a fragile thing, Alias. It survives in the dark, but it often withers in the harsh light of the sun. If a lie didn’t break you, let’s see what happens when the reality of your ’home’ begins to starve."
