21 comments/ 19441 views/ 5 favorites Stone Cold By: woodmanone By Woodmanone copyright 2012 There are no descriptive sexual scenes in this story. As always, constructive comments, emails, and critiques are requested and very much appreciated. It's the only way we writers know if we've entertained the reader or maybe hit a nerve. Thank you for reading my Flash Tale, I hope you enjoy it. Stone Cold Lovin' I was so excited to finally meet the one and only Stone Cold Steve Austin! After watching him defeat R.V.D for the heavyweight title, I eagerly waited in the locker room area to see him. I almost jumped out of my skin when he walked in! He was absolutely goregous! He had the belt around his waist and he reeked of musky sweat. I felt a tingle go through my body as he walked up to me. "It's an honor to meet you," I said nervously. He took my hand, kissed it and said, "thank you". He offered me a seat on the couch and handed me a beer. "Aren't you having any?" He shook his head and said, "I can't. Court order, you know." I remembered that right away and felt embarrassed. "Don't feel that way," he said, "I don't mind." After some small talk, he offered to give me a ride to my hotel. I, of course, said yes. We jumped in his pickup truck and left the arena. As we were driving, I noticed his wedding ring was missing. I asked him about it, and he told me that it's hard to go on with his life if he keeps it on. "I'd never be able to get another girl if I kept it on," he said. That statement gave me the opportunity to make my move into his life and hopefully become wife #4. We got to my hotel and I asked him if he'd like to come in for some supper. Amazingly he agreed, so he parked his truck and went to my hotel room. I told him to make himself at home and went into the kitchen to make him some fried chicken. As I was getting the ingredients, he walked into the kitchen and saw me bent over looking for a pot. "Need any help?" Without looking I said, "No, I'll be done in a minute. I hope you like chicken, Mr. Austin." I soon felt a hard slap on my ass and he said, "I can wait.....And please, call me Steve." I knew then that I had to have him. I decided to suprise him and serve him dinner naked. I stripped down to my smile and walked into the dining room. His jaw dropped! I thought I offended him so I put the food on the table and started to slink away from the embarrassing moment. That was when he stood up, grabbed me, and kissed me. Still holding me, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "fuck dinner, I want DESSERT!" Before I knew it, he picked me up, and carried me to the bedroom. He throws me on the bed and starts stripping off his clothes. It was just like I dreamed! he had a huge cock that I just had to have in my mouth, but before I could, he stopped me. "Goddamn it I said I wanted dessert first and I'm EATIN' first!" With that, he got on the bed, grabbed my hips and began munching on my already sopping wet pussy! I loved every second of his hot toungue stabbing in and out of my hole, occasionally teasing my throbbing clit. I moaned in ecstacy as he was going at his glorious work. "Oh, Steve," I said as I was reaching my climax. I thought I was never going to cum until he slipped his "favorite" finger into my cunt and fiercely started finger-fucking me! My orgasm sent my juices flowing right into his mouth as I ground my pussy into his face. "You taste so damn good," he said, flipping me over and inserting his toungue into my tight, puckered hole, "what a sweet ass." As he was toungue-fucking my asshole, I feverishly fingered my clit and came again. Steve grabbed my tits and kissed me all over my mouth and neck. "I'm gonna fuck a mudhole in you and lick it dry," he whispered, "but first, I wanna feel that sweet mouth on my dick." I didn't need to be told twice! I eagerly swallowed the full length of his throbbing, stone-cold manhood, trying not to choke on the thickness. So there I was, sucking Stone Cold Steve Austin's cock!!! It was a dream come true!! most importantly, he was ENJOYING IT!!! I soon felt his hand on the back of my head as he gently slid his massive penis in and out of my hungry mouth. "Ohhh.....What a mouth you've got," he moaned. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, " wait until you see what my toungue can do." With that, I hungrily licked his dick like a lollipop, paying very special attention to his massive head and round, perfect balls. He could barely keep from screaming! "Make like DX and SUCK IT!!!" he said, plunging his man-sword down my throat and fiercely fucking my face. Soon, I could taste his his sweet semen pouring down my throat. After I swallowed every drop, he lays me on the bed, spreads my legs apart, and soon, his still-hard cock dissappears into my dripping cunny. "Oh goddamn," he moaned, "I love this sweet cunt!" "Oh, Steve!" I felt another orgasm coming as he pounded my twat into submission, his penis practically a jackhammer inside me. I felt he was about to cum, so I got an idea. I pulled his cock out of my vagina and turned over. "What the hell are you doing?" "I want you to fuck my ass!" "What?" "Please," I begged, "fuck my ass!" With that, he put me on all fours and stabbed my bunghole with his massive meat and proceeded to ravage my tight asshole. My head was swimming with the beautiful pain/pleasure of his rod urging on my next climax. "Say my name," he ordered. "Stone Cold," I moaned. "What?" "Stone Cold!" "WHAT?" "STONE COLD!!!" That last one was the clincher as he shot his hot load into my quivering hole. We laid together kissing and caressing each other, basking in the afterglow of the wonderful evening we shared. "That was better than winning the belt," he said. "Really?" I was very happy to hear that. "Does that mean you want more?" After saying that, he stood on the bed, raised his fists and said, "if you want Stone Cold Steve Austin to fuck you again, gimme a HELL YEAH!" I stood on the bed, gave him a big kiss, and said, "HELL YEAH!!!" Stone Cold Steele Dear Reader, please accept my apology for going off on another tangent and beginning a new series that I hope will get as much love as Sweet Sub and The Dark in Your Blue Eyes. Rest assured I am still continuing Gilded in Gold and By Night, My Love but I just needed to get this idea out of my crowded head (that's how The Dark in Your Blue Eyes started too :). The continuation of this story depends on you guys. If you like it, leave comments for me to continue and I will add this to my queue. If you guys would rather I continue with my other series, I will follow suit. For new readers who don't give a damn about my hetero stories and would like me to continue this, I will do so. (Like I said, I love me two guys) Thank you again for putting up with my fickleness and frequent divergence from a single idea. Edited by the lovely AdrianaBelen. Comment and rate about anything else you guys want me to write about. Darcy Steele and Io Nuare ***** He had been told that the kills that came after the first one were always easier. He saw his fellow mercenaries in their teenage years when they had made their first kills become inconsolably sick afterwards. Then they slowly acclimated to taking innocent and not so innocent lives, until it was just another normal day at the facility to be spending hours washing off the blood on their hands and clothes. There were still a few outbursts among themselves when a killing was particularly hard but they would channel their grief properly and get over it. The instructors had said those where the marks of a good killer. But Darcy Steele was an anomaly. He hadn't blinked the first time he'd take a small bird's life with his bare hands; neither had he blinked when he took a grown man's life. The instructors had whispered about him, in equal measures of awe and fear. Steele had ignored them, climbing his way up the ranks to become a leader of his own team. He looked with disinterest as his team decimated the small wren of rabbit shifters. He walked nonchalantly in their gore and blood, his tongue hissing out to sense his prey. They still hadn't found the hybrid shifter they were looking for, and none of them had sensed it either. "We've captured the rest of them, Commander." Blair, a vulture shifter, appeared before him, blood dripping down his mouth. Bits of flesh and fur clung to his chin and cheeks. Steele was pretty sure more than a few of the bunny shifters had lost a limb or two tonight. "Tasty?" Steele asked with a raised brow. Blair bared his teeth as he licked away the lingering taste. "More than I care to admit. You know how hard it is to come across bunnies in our line of work and I feel like I haven't had enough." "You've had enough." Steele's voice warranted no argument and the smirk finally slipped off the other man's face. Though Steele didn't really give a damn about the things he killed, he'd rather that his men weren't distracted from their objective. Plus, they were told to keep them alive. "Any luck tracking down the unicorn?" Blair asked he walked with Steele. They'd been contacted by the United Paranormal Association to track down and capture a unicorn/rabbit hybrid. Long ago, unicorns had been abundant but human greed had whittled the numbers down until they were the rare creatures many hailed for their mythical abilities today. For the past hundred years, they had mostly been thought to be extinct by now until word had gotten to them of a hybrid unicorn. History had revealed that unicorns didn't mingle or interbreed with other species, so to hear word of a living unicorn was astounding. It meant that this hybrid could be bred and made to produce an entire line of unicorns. A separate faction of the vampires and a few other creatures had contacted Steele and his team to extract the hybrid. The only reason they had taken the UPA's contract was because they'd offered to pay more. "No, I can't get a sense of it. Keep looking." Blair frowned at the dismissal but did as he was told. Steele was the best tracker among their group, so if he couldn't find the hybrid, then the rest of the men didn't have much of a chance either. Steele walked farther away from his men, ignoring their questions. They knew by now to leave him alone when he didn't answer on the first question. He would have preferred to work alone but there were just some jobs that demanded a group effort. The farther he walked away, the less he felt suffocated by the heavy cloak of despair and blood. It listed away to be replaced by the taste of the untouched forest. It was untainted, almost pure. It tasted of rain and grass and gardenias. Steele frowned. That smell was too specific. Hissing, he darted out his tongue to catch more of the intoxicating taste and smell. He let his senses guide him through the dark forest, the branches of the trees canopying him from the moonlight. He walked quite a distance from the wren until he happened on a small glen. The trees stood sentient around the small clearing. Steele walked up to the edge of the small pool of water and looked down. An emotionless killer looked back at him. The smell was stronger here; his finger twitched in anticipation. It was getting closer and closer to him. Steele dared not breathe on the off chance it might scare his prey away. The gentle rushing in the tall grass alerted him to a small creature hopping his way. He was hard pressed not to smile in victory. He waited patiently for it to come up to him. A soft bundle of silver fur thumped into his booted feet and Steele looked down to see a disgruntled little bunny hybrid with a crystallized horn jutting from its forehead. Its little, pink nose quivered like mad as it sniffed him out. Steele waited for it to screech in fear once it smelled it's bunny brethren's blood on his boots. To his surprise, the bunny hybrid merely shifted closer, almost hopping on top of his boot. Curious now, Steele bent at the waist and picked the little thing up in his hands. It was so small it fit perfectly on the palm of his hand. The hybrid nosed around on his gloved gland, beginning to nibble on the black leather. Steel felt its sharp little teeth dig into his palm but the leather was too tough for the bunny's teeth to break into. Finally giving up, it looked up at Steele. Large purple eyes blinked up at him, before trying to scramble up his arm. It squealed as it lost its balance and would have fallen off of him if Steele hadn't quickly caught it up in his other hand. It wiggled in his hold so Steele gently let off the pressure he had on it's scruff. This time, it was more cautious as it inched up his arm. Deciding to help the little bunny, Steele pushed on the bunny's little cotton-tailed behind to have it perch upon his shoulder. Digging its little paws into the collar of his jacket, the bunny pressed its face into Steele's neck. It actually hummed as it rubbed up and down his cool skin, pressing that lethal little horn along his jugular. As soon as the horn touched his skin, Steele choked as a burning sensation shot from the point of the rabbit's horn through his veins like lightening. Stumbling back, the wide trunk of a tree caught him as he leaned heavily on it, oddly out of breath. Unaware of the chaos the little bunny was causing in Steele, it continued to rub its soft body against the exposed skin of Steele's neck. Steele quickly pulled the little menace away from him, ignoring its outraged squeal. It balled up its body, its hind paws coming out to scratch at Steele. "Knock it the fuck off," Steele growled, still trying to recover from whatever the hell the bunny had done to him. He wasn't all that well versed in a unicorn's abilities so the little bunny could have infused him with some kind of poison right now. Impossibly, the little rabbit managed to glare at him. Steele brought up his hand to rub at the slightly sore spot on his neck, the skin still pulsing with a not unpleasant warmth. "What'd you do to me?" Steele asked, shaking the bunny a little. It squeaked in protest before a white light shrouded the little thing. Steele blinked as he found himself holding onto a very naked and pale man by the back of his neck. Human purple eyes gazed up at him, as big as the moon. The man threw himself at Steele, curling into him. Steele's arms hung awkwardly at his side as he was being nuzzled into by the very thing he'd been sent here to kill. "I'm Io and I'm your mate. Hello," Io mumbled against his chest. His silvery blonde head only came up to Steele's chest so Io tiptoed up on Steele's booted feet and flung his arms around Steele's neck. Flabbergasted, Steele had no choice to wrap his arm around Io to help him stay balanced against his body. "What's your name?" Io purred into Steele's ear, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. He dare not even try to look down at Io's naked body. "S-Steele," he croaked out. He never croaked. "Steele." "Mmmm, that's a nice name. Is that a first or last name?" Io latched onto Steele's bobbing Adam's apple and sucked. Steele grunted, his arms tightening around the bundle in his arms. "L-last." Shit, that was twice in a row. How in the world was this bunny making a seasoned mercenary like him quiver in his boots? "My last name is Nuare. What's your first name?" Io's whispered the question against Steele's neck, now nibbling on the tense tendons standing prominently from Steele's neck. And absurdly, Steele was too scared to swallow lest he dislodged that gorgeous, sweet mouth from his neck. "Darcy." Oh, thank god it sounded more normal this time. "Why did you need to know?" Io giggled slightly and looked up at him. "So I know what to moan out when you make love to me. It would be rather awkward to call out your last name, so formal." "F-formal ...," Steele croaked out, his hands tightening around Io unconsciously. Io managed to make that perfectly bland word sound oh so seductive. The images of this sprite of man writhing under him, yelling out Steele's hated first name from behind a black gag...Steele groaned in agony. Io cocked his head in confusion, his bright purple eyes blinking at him rapidly. "Are you a snake shifter?" At Steele's nodded, the twinkle in Io's started to dissipate. Steele struggled with his unruly hands when they shook with the suppressed effort to keep from pulling Io's retreating body back into his arms. As a cold blooded reptile, he should be no stranger to feeling the cold, making it his home but the few minutes of warmth Io provided had spoiled him, ruined him. "You're not going to eat me?" Io probably meant for it to come out sounding like a command but the little man's uncertainty showed through. Steele couldn't blame the bunny, seeing as how creatures of his kind usually were the lowest of the low regarding the carnivorous breeds. He himself had reached new levels of low; levels that this pure creature standing in front of him should never be exposed to. Io deserved to be cocooned against everything Steele stood for but none had succeeded in keeping Io safe. "No...but I can't promise not to bite." The threat was out of Steele's mouth before he could even think to censor it. Io sucked his full lower lip into his mouth, his tiny teeth pressing into the pink morsel in a delicious imitation of what Steele wanted to do him. "Will I like it?" The naive question took Steele off guard, making him glad that the tree behind him was strong enough to keep him on his legs. Apparently, they too were helpless in the face of this hybrid. So many responses whirled around in Steele's head. 'I'll make you like it' or "It'll hurt so good' were a few of them. What came out was totally unexpected, not unlike this entire night. "I was sent here to capture you." Io's eyes widened in consternation, but then they quickly narrowed in calculation. "But you won't. Because I am your mate and you are mine. You cannot live without me," he stated, as if it were an implacable fact. Steele chuckled at Io's confidence in Steele's nonexistent sense of honor. "Do you really think so? Look at my boots." Io complied at the strange request. "Look closely at the dark stains on them. Your coven's blood is on my hands." Steele waited for Io to look up at him in horror and braced himself for Io's accusation to shoot him straight through his cold, dead heart. "Did-did you kill any of them?" Io asked without taking his eyes off of Steele's shoes. Steele shook his head, although Io couldn't see. "No, I did not. I told my men to capture as many as they could by whatever means necessary. We left them live to get to you, only need a few appendages to be of use to me." The image of Blair's eyes dilated with bloodlust rose up as a reminder of the kind of men that Steele leashed with on a very short restraint with barely any give. Men whose nature couldn't begin to rival Steele's own sadistic nature. Io jerked his glassy eyes back to Steele's grey ones. "So you never told them to kill any of them?" Steele shook his head frowning. "No. But they were still killed and I feel no remorse. You are the target. The prey." Blinking back tears, Io took a determined step towards him. "You will not kill again. You are not a predator." "Really?" Steele smirked, hissing a bit. "Then tell me what I am after only knowing me a few minutes." Lifting his chin in determination, Io took a brave step forward then another. "You are a man who is determined in his goals even when he doubts them. You like to be in control, almost too much. But you can also be gentle, like when you held me. You stutter when I rub up against you." Io reached out a slim hand, waiting for Steel to take it. "I liked rubbing up against you," he added when Steele didn't take his hand. Io had walked into the beam of moonlight that illuminated every inch of him perfectly. He was finely boned, thin blue veins visible underneath his pale skin. His chest was smooth with only a slight definition which gave way to slim hips and a pretty little cock between his thighs. The bunny was beautiful, rivaling anything Steele had previously mistaken for majestic. "If you take my hand and hold me, you can feel my naked body against yours instead of imagining what it'd be like." Io smiled gently as he took the decision out of Steele's hand and pressed his body against Steele's. And those blasted hands that Steele had no control over clutched greedily at Io's hips, his gloved fingers digging into the skin. Steele just wished he'd thought to take them off. "You have a difficult time grasping the fact that I'm not a good man," Steele chided. Sighing in clear misery, Io rested his head on Steele's chest and draped his arms loosely around his shoulders. Helpless to resist, Steel rested his chin on Io's head and inhaled in what he hoped was a discreet manner. "No matter how much you bluster-" "I don't bluster," Steele interrupted, stiffening in affront. Io snorted and began rubbing at Steele's tense muscles until they gradually relaxed. "You're not a bad man, no matter how much you protest." Now it was Steele's turn to snort. "You're just on a bad path. Now please hold me as I grieve." When Io shivered, Steele turned them around so that he held Io up against the tree with his body blanketing Io's front. "I have a feeling I should say I'm sorry." "Why? I'm grieving for you." Io pressed back against the tree and hitched his legs around Steele's hips. Steele almost choked on his tongue when he felt Io's soft member pressing against his clothed stomach. Io unwittingly rubbed himself into Steele's body as he shifted to get into a more comfortable position. Steele grunted, gazing down in the amethyst jewels shining up at him. "I don't need you to grieve for me, I'm perfectly fine." Io frowned at him before tapping a finger on the tip of Steele's blade like nose. "You, Mr. Darcy Steele are not fine. You're quite damaged but that's okay. I'll pick up the pieces and put you back together just like new." Truly, he didn't know whether to be amused or affronted. But since the bunny was wrapped like a spider monkey around his torso, Steele thought his best option was to go for amused. "What if I can't be fixed? What if I like exactly who I am?" In a gesture Steele was beginning to associate with Io as his contemplative expression, Io bit his lower lip. He chewed on it, turning the pink flesh round and round between his pearly white teeth. Steele felt like growling out that he should be the only one allowed to bite into that lip, the only one allowed to worship that bit of skin with his tongue. "Then I'll just have to be lonely with you," Io stated simply. Jerking his gaze back to Io's wide eyes, Steele sneered. "Preferring solitude does not make me lonely." "No," Io shook his head slowly, "but hiding behind it does." "What the fuck does that even mean?" Steele snapped, finally losing his patience with this exasperating little bunny. As if the night couldn't get any more fucked up, he was now getting psychoanalyzed by his prey. The sigh that left Io's lift was long and drawn out, conveying the sadness that mere words could not. "It's okay, I told you. I'll be lonely with you so you don't have to be lonely anymore." Io patted Steele's cheek a reassuring gesture. In bemusement, Steele leaned away from Io's touch to gather the few working cells in his brain. Most of them had departed to take up a permanent station at his goddamn cock. If Io only slid down a few inches down his body, he'd be met with Steele's saluting cock. "I was sent here to capture you," he felt like needed to reiterate that fact. Although whether he was actually going to follow through was up in the air at this point. Kind of like his cock. Io nodded his head, looking as if Steele was the one in this conversation that was missing a few bolts and pieces. "Yes, I know. You told me. But I've mated with you so it's perfectly acceptable for you to capture me. But only for your pleasure, no one else's," Io added, as if in an afterthought. Steele gaped, which he never ever did, but what the hell? This was a night for firsts. "Is that what you did with your horn? You mated me? Just by touching me with it?" Fuck! He'd never thought be mated, hadn't even considered it the few hundreds of years he'd been on earth. Io nodded, this time a pleased grin lifting up the corners of his mouth. "Yes. Bunnies mate when they make love and make a baby out if it but unicorns can mate by just touch alone. Isn't that nice?" "Nice..." Steele trailed off, trying to think the situation through. He didn't know much about unicorn physiology but he knew enough about mating. Some could be forced between a pairing but it would never be as strong as a true mating bond which flared when met with one's true destined love. Since the majority of paranormals rarely met their mates, they forced a bond with a willing partner. Steele had never saw the appeal of companionship so he'd never had trouble with it but now he found himself with a bond at the most inopportune moment. Deciding whether or not to hand Io over to the Association was moot. A bond assured that neither of the parties involved could survive without the other. Io began rubbing his whole body against Steele's still one, and Steele could feel Io's growing length prodding insistently at his stomach. "Are you finished thinking yet? Because my body is getting all hot and bothered and I want to make love with you." "It's called fucking," Steele corrected. He'd only ever heard sentimental, foolish humans-usually females-refer to that as making love. It was nothing more than a mutual exchange of pleasure. For Steele, it had barely even been anything but a dirty and quick fuck his entire life. Stone Cold Steele Pouting, Io shook his head. "No, no. It is called lovemaking. You will make love to me, not...F-U-C-K me," he demanded, his button nose turned up in disdain of the vulgar word. Sneering, Steele pushed Io harder up against the tree. "What's wrong? Can't say the work fuck?" he asked, making Io wince. "Cause if what your saying is true, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you in your mouth, your ass-" Io slammed his mouth over Steele's to quiet the flow of his torrid promises. His lips were soft and yielding against Steele's cold ones, his hands gently kneading Steele's tense shoulder muscles. But Steele was too worked up over Io's insistence of romanticizing this untenable situation. He grabbed the back of Io's neck in a savage gesture of dominance, digging his nails into the fragile skin. Wetness seeped around his biting nails but Steele didn't give a damn. Nothing was fun without at least a little blood involved. Io mewled against Steele's mouth, his hands frantically trying to push Steele away. But Steele just held on tighter, wrapping himself up around Io like his reptilian nature. He sucked at Io's lip until the smaller bunny opened them on a gasp. With the quickness of a striking snake, Steele invaded Io's sweet mouth, his tongue searching out every last bit of that intoxicating taste that was uniquely Io. Their teeth grind against each other's, the friction cutting into the soft flesh of Steele mouth. But he relished the taste, sharing it with Io. At first, Io's tongue shied away from the metallic taste, his face scrunching up in fear and diastase. But like the bastard Steele was, he forced his tongue around Io's and feed him his taste. Steele wanted Io to bite him, to bite down as hard as he could until Steele would be forced to pull away lest he lose his tongue. He needed Io to push him away and slap him and just run away. He was too weak to defend himself against this little bunny and unicorn hybrid. Io lapped at Steele's tongue, taking away the blood and then he tentatively poked that slick appendage into Steele's mouth. Curious, Steele momentarily gentled the kiss to see what Io would do. He started when Io began to lick at his wounded mouth, the tiny laps over the swollen flesh soothing Steele like no magic had ever done. It took him off guard long enough for Io to disentangle Steele's hands from his nape and guide them down to his hips. Io took control of the kiss, sucking rhythmically at Steele's lower lips as he brought his palms up flush against Steele's heaving chest. And Steele knew that he was trapped. If Io wouldn't pull away, then nothing on earth could ever pull Steele away from his bunny. With gentle hands, Steele nudged Io's chin up a fraction so that his mouth fully covered Io's mouth. He kissed him as he should have the first time, gently, softly. He left his sharp incisors scrape teasingly against Io's lower lip, just teasing as he sipping from the bunny's mouth. Io had to pull away to catch his breath, breathing heavily as he sucked in little spurts of air into his overworked lungs. Steel saw Io's black pupils had blended into the purple ring until his eyes were one large globe of hungry black. With one hand, Steele turned Io's face away from him and dropped his gaze to the drops of blood seeping from the wounds Steele had inflicted. Feeling remorse for the first time in his life he bent his head and slithered his tongue out. As soon as the warm, slightly sweet drops touched on his thin tongue, Stele hissed in greed. He wanted more, so much more. He swirled his tongue around the small pinpricks, careful to keep the venom dripping from his fangs from touching the open wounds. "Bite me," Io breathed out, his slim hand pressing against the back of Steele's neck. "Complete our bond, Darcy." No! Steele wanted to shout out. He would inject his venom into Io and possibly hurt him. It wasn't a concern among snake shifters and since they rarely deviated from among their own species, mating with other species had never been a problem. Only a few like Steele actually had venomous fangs and none he knew who had mated to anything other than a snake shifter. But Steele was helpless against Io's command, a slave to the bunny's whims. His fangs sung into the juncture of Io's neck in mere seconds, the venom dripping into the open wound pooling in a wet mess around the spot. But Steele didn't give a damn, couldn't as he felt Io's hot blood gush into his mouth. It choked him a bit but he swallowed it down greedily. Io's body sagged against Steele, but his hands kept up the gentle pressure on Steele's neck. Not even nearing to having his fill, Steele ripped his teeth out of Io's neck and looked down at him to gauge the damage. But Io just smiled up at him weakly and rested his tired held on Steele's shoulder. Steele brought up his own wrist and uncaringly tore open the flesh. Io gasped in protest but Steele quickly brought his wrist to Io's mouth. Without needing to be told, Io took small amounts of Steele's blood, his greater objective to lick the vicious wound close. As Steele fed Io, he watched as the flesh on Io's neck quickly knit back together until it was pale and smooth again. Untouched. Unmarred. Steele didn't like it. He wanted Io to bear his mark, dammit. Licking off the last remains of blood on Steele's wrist, Io placed a loving kiss on the healing wound. "Now were fully mated," he said, clearly satisfied. "My venom didn't do anything to you." Steele guessed it probably had something to do with them being mates, only now coming to accept the mating. Io tipped his head in assent. "Of course. As your mate, I'm immune to your venom but not your charm," he smiled cheekily. Despite himself, Steele felt a small grin spread across his lips. He brought his forehead to rest against Io, his tongue slipping out between the corners of his lips to sense more of that gardenia scent. "You smell like gardenias," Steele murmured. His mouth was only a few inches from Io's and he found he could not resist. Almost in apology for her previous rough behavior, Steele brushed his lips down the slope of Io's neck, licked across that quaint cupid's bow, and laved along Io's kiss swollen lips. "And you smell...Mmmm...metallic," Io moaned, clutching at Steele's collar. Steele let his hands free reign and gave them leave to roam at will. They touched at Io's delicate collarbones, his callused finger pads pressing along the butter soft skin there. He followed a thin, blue vein across Io's shoulder and down his flat breastbone. Io's pink nipples puckered into hard points of want. Steele flicked one of them absently, looking at Io's face to gauge his reaction. He whimpered, pleading eyes begging with Steele to give him more. So he did. Pinching the bud between his thumb and forefinger, Steele pinched it gently then rolled and rubbed it in apology. But there was something that drew his attention even more that Io's tempting nipples. Io's compact and pretty cock bobbed up against his flat stomach, the head slightly purple. "Please don't tease me," Io begged when he saw Steele's avid attention on his cock. "I ache." Chuckling, Steele did exactly what Io had told him not to do. He brushed the back of his hand teasingly down Io's length, liking that the younger man had no hair there. The skin was so soft and it gave him such a beautiful view of Io's tight little balls underneath his cock. "Why is it that I find you irresistible?" It was a rhetorical question but Io answered it nonetheless. "It's is because I was made for you and you were made for me," Io affirmed. He would have buckled to the ground had Steele not been holding him up. Steele was just about to end his torture and wrap his hand around Io's cock when he heard a rustle behind him. He quickly unzipped his black jacket and whirled it around Io's slight body. It was just in time too as Blair stepped out from the darkness. It was dangerous for a mercenary to loose awareness, and Steele had no excuse for it. He tried to look cool as he deftly pushed Io behind his back and stared his inferior down. "Well, well, well" Blair drawled, "What do we have here?" Steele hardened his voice as he felt Io press his face into Steele's back and clutch as his black shirt with both hands. "You missed one." He heard Io's gasp but didn't react. He had to make it seem like Io was just another bunny shifter, and not the hybrid that they were all looking for. Blair shook off the criticism and raised a mocking brow. "But you didn't. I thought you said we couldn't have any of the bunnies, figured that rule would apply to you too." Steele smiled wolfishly for Blair's benefit. "I couldn't resist. Like you said, they're just so tasty." Io made a disgruntled sound behind him but thankfully it was muffled by his shirt. "Looks like the bunny wants to say something," Blair smirked. "Let him come out and play, boss." Steele reached a hand behind him to hold Io there but the little bunny slipped out of his hold and stepped beside Steele glaring daggers at Blair. Though Io was shivering in fear, Steele had to admire the steel he saw in Io's stance. "I don't like you," Io squeaked out before he disappeared behind Steele's back. Barking out a laugh, Blair shook his head at Steele. "I'll bet that one tastes spicy, no?" "You won't have the opportunity to find out," Steele warned. Wanting to get off the subject of Io, Steele tried to turn Blair's attention back to their objective. "Did you find any traces of the hybrid?" Steele relaxed his body in the anticipation of Blair saying he had, that he'd followed the scent here. He'd kill Blair as silently as he could before he took Io and ran. All business now, Blair straightened up and folded his hands behind his back. "Not a trace. I followed what I thought to be a flower's scent here but it disappeared a few minutes ago. Do you want me to expand the perimeter search?" Steele nodded, secretly relived. It wasn't the relief of not having to kill Blair; he didn't give a damn about that. All his men were expendable. He'd just rather not disillusion Io sooner than he had to. It seemed he liked seeing the stars in Io's eye, actually feeling like the hero Io mistakenly thought him to be. Blair turned back to spread Steele's command but looked back over his shoulder nodding at Io. "What about this one? Are you going to put him in with the others?" The plan was to take the captives back for questioning if they didn't find the unicorn. Io began tugging like mad at Steele's shirt and Steele just knew Io wanted to talk him into freeing the other bunnies. Great. "No. He stays with me." "And does he have a name?" Blair asked archly. "He only responds to me. He doesn't need a name for that." Blair grinned and nodded at the expected answer. It was unusual of Steele to take an interest in one of their captives but Steele hoped he's made it seem like he was only interested in a little bit of cotton-tail. As soon as Blair was out of ear shot, Steele turned back to Io and winced when he saw Io's narrowed eyes and tapping foot. "I hope you acted that way only for that horrible man's benefit. Or you won't be getting any of my cotton-tail," Io snapped. "You heard that?" Steele had heard that true mates could communicate through their bond but rarely could they read each other's mind. Io rolled his eyes as if that were obvious. "Of course. Well, it was more like tidbits since we haven't consummated it yet but I'm sure I'll be able to hear every thought you have after we do." Maybe it was just Steele, but Io might have said that last bit with entirely too much relish. "That sounds terrifying," Steele deadpanned. Slapping Steele's chest in annoyance, Io said "No, it sounds wonderful. It will only strengthen our bond. And that way you can see into the naked fantasies I've had about you." "What?" Steel croaked. Then the words other than 'naked' and 'you' registered. "What do you mean you've had fantasies about me? I've only met you a few minutes ago." Io stilled, looking up at Steel with a guilty expression. "Um...well...you see," he hemmed and hawed "you might have met me tonight but I've know about you for a long time." Glaring down at him with a stern expression, Steele crossed his arms over his chest and waited to Io to elaborate. Blowing out a frustrated breath, Io bit his lip again. "It's going to take a long few minutes and lots of after sex glow for me to explain." Io looked stubborn and Steele really had to stash Io in a safe place so he didn't push it. But he vowed he would get his answered question by Io before they did anything. He knew why he was accepting this mating too quickly; his cock was ruling his weak brain. But Io was smarter than that. There was something off about this whole situation. "Fine. But you will tell me everything I want to know. Now c'mon, I'll take you too my car and get out of here." Steele was already pulling Io towards where he'd parked his car. He wondered why Blair couldn't smell the scent that had let Steele know Io was the unicorn when he himself could still smell it. That was just one more unanswered question Io was responsible for. He led Io around his men, keeping his senses open so they wouldn't run into any of them. "You're going to free the other bunnies' right?" Io was a bit breathless from their fast pacing. Steele had guessed it. "Yes." His answer was clipped but it made Io smile none the less. "Oh, goody! I know it's more trouble for you but just so you know I've been practicing with cucumbers and stuff in anticipation of you," Io stated proudly. Tired of being taken by surprise every time Io opened his mouth, Steele just nodded. So instead of having to just hunt a hybrid down, he was now mated to said bunny, delegated the job of rescuer to a bunch of other bunnies, and had to survive Io's every suggestive comment with his cock intact. The last part looked to be the most difficult to get through. For now, he'd take it step by step. He'd put Io in his car, lock it of course. Io wasn't a baby and who knew what trouble the bunny could get up to. Then he'd go get his men, pretend to search for a bunny hybrid he knew well enough was back in his car, then gather up his men and the bunnies and direct them back to the facility while he took Io to a secure house. Then he'd figure out how to save the bunnies and escape with Io. "I also don't have a gag reflex," Io piped up just as they reached Steele's sleek black car. God help him. To be continued...? (up to you!)