This is the sequel I got many requests to write.
Chapter 2: Yea Though I Walk
"...there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me." Gretchen Kemp.
Spencer moved as he began to wake and he gave a soft smile as strong arms enveloped him lovingly.
"Morning, beautiful," Derek whispered in the small ear he found under the thick, dark hair.
"Morning, lover," Spencer murmured, easing closer to the powerful body and feeling the hard evidence of Derek's desire. Although there were times their love-making was powerful and passionate, Spencer also relished the times when it could be slow and sensual. He moaned softly as Derek's body undulated against him, his mate's hard column of flesh sliding proprietarily between his buttocks. He then slithered to face the older man.
The two men lay entwined at first, simply holding each other, sharing a look that went beyond the surface and deep into their joined souls. Then Derek reached out a hand and stroked Spencer's face, the brunette leaning into the touch and smiling gently at him. They slowly caressed their bodies, each appreciating the sensual nature of skin sliding across skin. The unhurried pace always added an erotic dimension to their foreplay.
As if at a silent signal, they moved forward and pressed their lips together. Initially just a barely-there brush of lips against lips which, as their hunger grew, deepened their connection. Mouths widened, allowing tongues to sinuously twist and stroke in an ageless dance. Instinctively, their bodies moved closer and there was a shared groan as their hard shafts met and slid along one another. As Derek broke away, gasping for breath, Spencer used the opportunity to gracefully slide to lie across the bigger body. He ground his hard member down into the older man, who bucked up against him.
"I love you, pretty baby," Derek moaned as he grasped Spencer' hips to still his movements. "I'll come too quickly if you don't stop for a minute," he added on a soft laugh as Spencer tried determinedly to wriggle his hips.
"Are you trying to saying you're too old to recover?" Spencer asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He dropped his head to lick and nip one luscious nub and then the other as Derek's hands remained holding his hips in place.
Derek growled and grabbed Spencer firmly before rolling the brunette beneath him.
"It's you who'll need to recover, my love."
Spencer yelped as Derek bit down on his neck, the primitive gesture sending bolts of lust through his lower belly. He always found Derek's power and possessiveness potent aphrodisiacs. The bite was not hard to enough to cause any real pain or damage, but the slow, sensual sucking that ensued would ensure Spencer wore a badge of Derek's possession. One he would wear with joy.
"I give in," he groaned as the older man eased away from the morsel of flesh he had assiduously marked. "I want to feel you in me, lover," he added, dropping his voice to the sensual purr he knew drove Derek wild. His hand moved down to grasp his own shaft, stroking it lightly. "I ache for you, Derek."
"I love you, Spencer, with all that I am and all that I have to give," Derek said, his mocha eyes holding the gaze of liquid chocolate.
"And I you, until the end of time," Spencer affirmed.
Derek dropped a kiss to perfect lips and reached over to the well-used tube on the bedside table. Kneeling up, he opened it and poured a generous amount between Spencer's willingly wide-spread thighs. He stared entranced as the viscous gel disappeared between pale cheeks. He spread more on his fingers, before reaching down to gently tease the furled opening to his lover's body. He stroked across the sensitive flesh until it pulsed, inviting him to delve deeper. The walls were still slick from their love-making the previous night and the memory of Spencer's sublime heat enveloping him made Derek groan with the desire to experience paradise once more.
His lover still needed stretching and he slid the single finger inside, stroking his lover's tight walls until they gave way and allowed another to enter. He brushed Spencer' sweet spot sparingly, wanting to tease the brunette without allowing him to find release until he was buried deep in the beautiful body. Spencer moaned and writhed in wanton abandonment, a sight that made Derek's aching shaft throb with desire. He pressed in a third, his lover accepting the digits and riding them, thrusting his slender hips upwards to take them deeper.
When he deemed his lover ready Derek lubed his hard flesh and guided it to the waiting portal. He paused for a moment, waiting for Spencer's eyes to lock with his own before he pushed forward. The younger man moaned softly as Derek pressed forward, not stopping until his heavy sac met Spencer's rounded flesh. He could see Spencer found maintaining eye contact difficult when the younger man wanted to give himself over to the sensations coursing through his body. Derek paused when he could go no further. Both men smiled at one another, relishing the moment of union.
With a gentle movement, Derek moved carefully until his weight was distributed across Spencer's body. His hands sought his mate's and, entwining their fingers, his mouth found its counterpart. As his tongue thrust forwards, so did his hips, a shallow thrust to test Spencer's readiness. When the younger man thrust back Derek smiled into the kiss. He pulled away, far enough so that he could look into Spencer's eyes as he thrust forward again. They both groaned at the sensation and when the brunette clenched his inner muscles around Derek, he almost lost control. Resisting the need to drive forward, he kept his pace slow and controlled, his mouth moving against Spencer's throat as he murmured words of love against sweet-tasting skin.
The slow, gentle pace was just what Spencer wanted. He let Derek glide back and forth, his sweet spot raked with every thrust. He braced his feet on the bed as he pushed back into Derek's thrusts. Now they were in their rhythm, their hands parted and Spencer's roamed freely across his lover's skin. He memorised the texture of every millimetre he could reach as he did every time they made love. He keened softly as Derek's shaft brushed over his hidden jewel once more, a sound of his unashamed desire. The sound finally fracturing Derek's self-imposed control as he felt the older man begin to thrust more forcibly.
Spencer groaned loudly in pleasure, unconsciously feeding Derek's triumphant desire as the bigger man's movements increased in intensity. Derek reached between them to stroke his lover's proud flesh to bring them to a mutual completion. He moaned as Spencer reached his zenith, the narrow strait clenching around his already primed shaft. Pearlescent liquid erupted to anoint their bare chests with proof of his mate's fulfilment and the contracting inner muscles of the tight sheath pushed Derek over the edge. His seed ejaculated from his body to fill his lover, the older man husking Spencer's name.
They lay together afterwards, not wanting to separate their satiated bodies. Lazy kisses were shared and their limbs remained tangled intimately. Neither had ever felt so much happiness. The love they shared always strengthened them for the rigours of the day ahead.
"The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes and feel for what their duty bids them do." Lord Byron.
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"So they lov'd as love in twain had the essence but in one; two distinct, divisions none." Shakespeare.
Once in work, Spencer and Derek focused on the task in hand. Spencer had made the first breakthrough in their latest case. It seemed they were looking for someone who had been abused as a child. The unsub was targeting wealthy, professional couples who were actively trying to conceive. In each case the couple were killed quickly, a small mercy. Their homes were all perfect, immaculate and remained so on the outside. However, the unsub seemed to go berserk inside. They smashed rooms, left the freezer switched off so food defrosted and spoilt, leaving only the room designated as the nursery untouched. Spencer hypothesised that it was a reflection of the unsub themselves and what had happened in their childhood. What appeared to be a perfect and idyllic home on the outside was broken and despoiled on the inside and the unsub, whilst appearing normal, was equally broken.
Rossi smiled affectionately at Derek and Spencer as he spotted the two men. Spencer's fingers were flying over the computer and Derek watched occasionally directing a loving smile at his oblivious partner. They were a perfect couple, a balance of brain and brawn that seemed to bring out the best in both. He watched as Spencer gestured with his hands to get a point across and Derek nodded his face thoughtful. It looked as though the couple were about to leave as Spencer stood and Derek took his elbow to usher him forward.
"Think we may have a lead," Derek said as they headed out, pausing to update the older man. "We'll call it in if we get anywhere."
"The brave man is not he who feels no fear. For that were stupid and irrational; but he whose noble soul its fears subdues." Joanna Baillie
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"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
Derek and Spencer sat in their vehicle. They had parked away from an isolated house they hoped belonged to the unsub. They had pulled off the road and concealed their car in the surrounding woodland area. Their fingers were now entwined as Derek switched off the engine. Under normal circumstances, the small, intimate gesture was easily hidden and one they used before facing danger. In this case, however, they were obscured by trees and Derek drew Spencer to him in a slow, deep kiss.
"Love you, pretty baby," he whispered. "Let's take care with this ok? If this is our girl and she's home, we know she can use a gun."
"Love you, Derek," Spencer replied, nuzzling at the bigger man. "You take care, too."
With economy of movement, the two men headed to the house.
"What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark places where it leads." Erica Jong
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"Love is not finding someone to live with. It's finding someone you can't live without." Rafael Ortiz.
