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The Horsemen: Alexander
by Marteeka Karland
cover art by Renee George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-630-8
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Angels & Demons, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay/Bisexual, Legends
Length: Interludes (8k - 12k words)

"And if I can't do what you want me to?" She really was a good-looking woman, Alex thought. Now she stood there, one hip cocked with a fist planted on it firmly. Alex found himself wanting to shape her hips in his hands and see if she was as womanly as he thought she might be. One delicately arched brow was raised and her clear blue eyes threatened to swallow him. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

He had to shake himself a little to focus on her question. Damn. That had never happened before. "I have faith in you, Madeea. Have a little faith in yourself."

She looked at him and opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but she didn't. She simply nodded her head and turned to let Heston take her to her room. Pity. Alex thought the three of them might enjoy a night of passion, but he didn't dare suggest something like that.

Yet. Not yet.

Alex moved to the bathroom and shed his clothes, tossing everything down the laundry chute. The hotel staff would separate the pants and tie for dry cleaning. He turned the multi-directional shower on and adjusted the sprays to the desired temperature -- hot. Stepping into the enormous stall, he let the hot water pepper his body from several different directions. The jet streams gently pounded his tired muscles.

Alex had no doubt Heston was having the same thoughts he was. The two of them had always shared similar taste in women -- and men -- and Alex knew Madeea would be as physically appealing to Heston as she was to him. But it wasn't only that. There was something about Madeea that called to him. Her spirit, her very essence, begged him to take her. It wasn't all sexual, either. She needed him for her sanity. Alex didn't know exactly what she went through on a daily basis, but from what she described, he could well imagine the difficulty. If he and Heston could help her, he was more than willing to do so whether or not she was able to help them.

Alex grabbed the soap and began to lather himself generously. She was strong, of that he had no doubt. She'd have to be, to be able to live in a place like New York City with the millions of inhabitants constantly bombarding her with a myriad of emotions and thoughts. It would drive a lesser person insane. Yes, she was strong, but she needed him. He rather liked the idea. He needed to be needed for himself and not because he was Alexander the Great, or because he had money and power. The only other person in the world who had ever looked beyond his persona was Heston, and they had been friends long before he became Alexander the Great.

Sometimes it was good to be just Alex. He had the feeling this girl saw him that way. At least, he hoped she did.

He was lost in thought when the shower door opened. Heston stood there, naked and aroused.

"Are you getting out any time soon, or are you going to stay in there and prune?" His words were light, but the fierce expression on his face said he needed Alex. Now. In a very sexual way.

"You could join me, you know."

"No. I want you in the bed." Heston's face was flushed and his breathing deep. If that wasn't enough, his dick was thick and hard, standing out from his powerful thighs. "Get out."

Alex reached over and turned off the water. Heston held his towel open, and Alex stepped into his embrace. The white terrycloth closed around him as his lips met Heston's in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Blood rushed to his rapidly stiffening cock, and he pressed himself into Heston's rippled belly.

"Have I told you how much I love your body?" Alex breathed against Heston's lips when they parted briefly.

"A time or two." Heston smiled before his tongue snaked out and found its way into Alex's mouth. "Let's go to bed."

Alex chuckled softly before giving Heston one final wet kiss. The two headed to the bedroom. Alex was becoming giddy with lust. He loved fucking Heston. He loved getting fucked by Heston. He loved everything about sex of any kind, but Heston was his one true love. He always had been, and always would be. They frequently explored relationships with women who connected with them on emotional or intellectual levels, but they always came back to each other. They needed each other.

Alex lay on his back on the bed. Heston was in a mood to take control, and Alex had no problems letting him. The other man needed something, and Alex was more than happy to let Heston take exactly what pleased him this night.

Heston lay between Alex's legs and took his erect cock in his mouth. The sucking sensation was pure heaven on his dick. His balls tightened and Alex gasped in pleasure. Heston gently squeezed Alex's testicles as he dipped his tongue in the slit at the tip of his cock before sucking, once again, as much of the member as he could into his mouth. Alex couldn't stop himself from burying his fingers in Heston's dark, thick fall of hair. He had to urge the man not to stop. It was too good to stop.

But stop Heston did. He stopped just long enough to reach for the nightstand, pull out a tube of lubricant, and coat two fingers. His mouth went back to Alex's cock and his fingers massaged Alex's anus until he finally slipped both fingers into the opening.

"Fuck, yeah! Oh, man, that feels good. Don't stop, Heston, don't stop."

Alex raised his legs and bent his knees so that Heston could do as he pleased with his cock, balls, and ass. The slurping sounds as Heston sucked his cock were as erotic to Alex as the sensations.

"Damn, I want in your ass, Alex. I want to fuck you. Now." Heston's voice was gruff and he was breathing hard. The lust shining in his eyes took Alex's breath. Heston always had that effect on him.

"Then cram that thick cock in there. You know I can take it." Alex reached underneath his legs and spread his ass cheeks in invitation. Heston immediately squirted another dollop of lubricant onto his cock and smeared it over his shaft until he gleamed in the light. With one smooth, easy stroke, Heston sheathed himself in Alex's ass.

Both men groaned.

Alex expected that sound. One or both of them always made a similar sound when they made love. What he didn't expect was the feminine whimper coming from the doorway.