Fic: Let's Be More Than This (14/19) [The Covenant, OT4, FRAO/NC-17]
Title: Let's Be More Than This - Chapter 14
Author: mickey_sixx
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Caleb Danvers/Pogue Parry/Reid Garwin/Tyler Simms (eventual), Reid Garwin/Tyler Simms (established)
Rating: FRAO/NC-17/M
Word Count: ~67K (yeah, it's an epic)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I do not own them!
Beta: Sam | hawk_dancing (Thank you so much! *smishes*) & barefoot_starz ♥
WARNING! This fic contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between two (three... eventually four) men. If this offends you, please do not read.
Summary: The last of the old Covenant has died, leaving the new Generation to carry on the legacy, but Caleb soon discovers there is more to the Power than he'd previously thought. Friendships will be tested and secrets revealed as the Sons of Ipswich find out what it really means to be one of the Covenant.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13
Chapter 14
"Knock knock."
The familiar tingle of Power tripping down his spine alerted him to Tyler's presence before he spoke, but Caleb only looked up when the youngest announced himself, lips stretching into a warm smile at the sight of him standing in the open doorway set into the rock.
"Hey, man, you ok?"
Tyler moved to join him, nodding, "Yeah, I'm good." Blue eyes flicked over the large tome on his lap, eyebrow lifting as he took in the size of it and mentally compared it to the last time he'd seen it, "Reading?"
Caleb snorted, "If you can call it that. Damn, I still have trouble translating this shit into modern English." He sighed explosively and ran a hand through his thick hair, glancing back down at the Book of Damnation. He didn't know how long he'd been down here, hidden away in the one of the rooms set back from the main Circle room with the dusty old Book; time meant nothing underground. "I managed to find some stuff that backs up what dad said in the letter; you know, about the Power?"
Tyler sat down next to his brother, eyes scanning the yellowing pages covered in faded black ink. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. As far as I can make out, the Power links us. Each of our shares is a part of a whole; take one of us out of the equation and it will eventually kill us all. We pretty much need each other to survive."
"Shit," Tyler breathed, leaning into Caleb a little more to look across the pages. He frowned, "But what about Chase? He was a part of this too, even if he was insane and tried to kill us."
The earthy scent of Tyler filled his head for a moment, pulling him away from his train of thought. Caleb swallowed, idly wondering if he smelled like that everywhere before Tyler's voice prompted for an answer.
"Er.. Chase... yeah, I don't really know either." He flailed for a moment before he managed to get back into his head space, "Mom said that he came looking for us because he didn't just want the Power from me, he wanted me in with the package." Tyler shuddered at the thought and Caleb shifted closer on instinct, "Technically he was the eldest of this generation of Sons and according to the Book..." He trailed off, not really wanting to voice what he'd been thinking before Tyler had arrived.
Blue eyes lifted, "According to the Book...?"
A troubled expression crossed Caleb's face as he continued slowly, "Well, if according to the Book we're each a part of a whole, and Chase was a part of that too, then with him gone, aren't we screwed now?"
Instead of looking horrified, Tyler looked thoughtful, his eyes unfocusing as his brain kicked into gear. Caleb took a moment to watch him, half worried about the answer he was going to get and half amazed at how, even now, his body was responding to Tyler in ways that probably should be illegal. Better get used to it. Tyler hummed and reached out for the book, one arm behind Caleb as he leaned in and flipped the pages with his other hand.
"Maybe not," he said slowly, wracking his brain as he tried to remember the parts about the Witch Trials and the mentions of Ipswich's history. "The fifth family wasn't killed off in Salem like everyone thought, right? Hagen Pope carried on the line. What the fuck happened to this Book, man, I can't find anything!"
Caleb chuckled at Tyler's frustration as he flicked through the pages with a frown, trying to find what he was looking for. He was forced to trap his hand against the page as he became more forceful with each movement and Tyler blinked at him in reaction. "I know, but what's that got to do with Chase?"
"Everything, if you actually think about it," he said, arching an eyebrow at him slightly, "Chase was one of us, right? So, that share of the Power wasn't destroyed, and yet for the past few generations, everything has been fine."
The darker haired boy frowned as he tried to follow what Tyler was saying, "I don't get it."
He sighed and shook his head, searching for a way to explain, "You said that the Book told you that each share of our Power is a part of a whole, right? That once Ascended we can only survive if we are connected to each other," He waited for Caleb's nod, "Ok, so if the fifth bloodline was still around, but not here to be a part of this..."
"Then killing Chase has no effect on us?" Caleb phrased it like a question, not too sure if he should bank his hopes on it just yet.
"Exactly."
"But... why?" Caleb asked, frowning a little, "He was still descendant from the Putnam line, he Ascended at 18 like the rest of us."
"So what happened to the Power to make it so that the Putnam descendants were excluded?" Tyler asked for him. He shrugged, "I don't know, man." Tyler glanced back at the Book and immediately flushed; his smile a little bashful as he pulled his hand back. His skin was warm where he'd been holding it against the old paper. "But I, uh, can find out I guess. It looks like a lot has been added to the Book since I last saw it. Maybe there's something in here that can tell us?"
"Maybe." Caleb sighed and rubbed his fingers into his eyes, feeling weary all of a sudden, "I don't know, Ty, it's like the more I try to figure it out the more it confuses me."
Tyler shrugged, "Maybe it’s not something you're supposed to 'figure out'. Maybe it’s just something that is. Like with me and Reid. Neither of us had ever looked at guys before, but the two of us? It just was." The youngest slid his hand under the Book and closed it, pushing it from Caleb's lap to the floor where it fell with a loud, echoing thump. "C'mon, I'm starving and knowing you, you probably haven't eaten since breakfast."
Caleb stood with Tyler and followed him out, stretching out the kinks in his neck and shoulders, "What time is it anyway?"
"A little after three."
"Now you mention it, I am hungry."
Tyler laughed and led him up the stone steps lined with church candles, the wax melted and dripping over the edge. They both squinted in the daylight that filtered through the Colony House and made their way towards their cars after saying goodbye to Gorman.
"Hey," Caleb broached carefully as he got to his mustang. He looked at Tyler over the roof, "Have you heard anything from Pogue?"
It had been three days since he'd talked to the second eldest, longer since he'd actually seen him and Caleb was starting to get worried. The long-haired biker was ok; he'd know the second he wasn't, but something had definitely been off since Friday, and the phone call that night hadn't made things any better. He'd heard Kate's voice over the line, sounding pissed, and then the text message he'd received after told him that all was not well. But Caleb hadn't been able to ask him what was going on because he hadn't been able to find him. It was now Monday of their Thanksgiving break and Caleb was all but ready to camp outside on the front porch until he caught him. Tyler shrugged, mouth twisting into a helpless line.
"No, we were hoping you had."
Caleb shook his head and leaned against the car, "I think he and Kate had a fight, but I haven't seen him to ask. He's just... disappeared."
"You know what he's like, man," Tyler said, "Just give him some time to work things out. He'll be back." He opened the door to the hummer and jumped in, "Come back to Reid's? We're gonna chill since the house is empty."
Caleb smiled and agreed, but even as he slid behind the wheel of his mustang and followed Tyler towards Reid's, he knew that he wouldn't stop worrying until Pogue himself told him that he was ok. Unfortunately, the only way he was going to get that was if Pogue decided to come out of hiding and face them.
~*~*~*~
The sound of the slamming door echoed up the stairs, followed only moments later by the sound of an engine turning over outside. Pogue rolled his eyes and sighed, listening to the car move further and further away from the house until he couldn't hear it anymore. Both hands came up to cover his face, rubbing fingers into his eyes until he saw light spots. This was ridiculous; he couldn't hide like this forever or he would go insane. Especially with his mother around. She'd given him a once over as he'd walked through the door, made a face, and shut herself away in the drawing room.
But the thought of seeing the other three was making his stomach churn. It wasn't that he didn't want to see them; the problem was that he wanted to, too much. Since breaking up with Kate, he'd taken a few days to actually think about it, forcing himself not to panic and to just figure out where his head was at.
It didn't take him long to realise that he'd been unconsciously using Kate as his excuse. He had a girlfriend, and Pogue wasn't a player; brothers or no. But now she was out of the picture, Pogue didn't have an excuse anymore. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he wasn't shit scared of the steps that he was about to take.
The steps he wanted to take.
It was all he'd thought about all weekend. Being with them. Seeing them. Touching them. It was crazy, but he couldn't help it. The image of Caleb bent over him, leaving kisses down his stomach, Reid sinking down onto his cock, Tyler pinned under him, drove him out of his mind with want.
Only the sound of faint ticking from the clock on the wall and his relaxed breathing filled the room; the house itself was still and Pogue was alone in his room. (Teeth scrapped along his bottom lip, rubbing gently, eyes slowly falling shut) He knew the night he broke up with Kate that he'd already made up his mind. (Palm inching down his body, fingers flirting with metal and denim). He'd just needed time to get everything straight in his own mind. (Fly buttons popped, zipper lowered with a hiss). He'd needed time to realise that - (Fingers sliding down, between skin and fabric, palm meeting hot, hard, needy flesh) - maybe wanting them that way wasn't so bad - (Slow, steady strokes, root to tip, heartbeat speeding up, imagination running wild) - after all.
~*~*~*~
The tingling started not long after they settled down to watch the movie. They'd sprawled out on the comfy couch in the den upstairs, Caleb in between Reid and Tyler, and surrounded themselves with the essentials of movie-night; pizza, popcorn and soda. It wasn't long after the first gruesome murder that Caleb felt his skin prickle, causing the eldest to frown and rub his arm absently. But his attention didn't deviate from the screen in front of them and he carried on watching the movie with his brothers like nothing had happened. He wriggled a little bit, letting one arm rest along the back of the sofa behind Tyler's head, and his other to rest comfortably along his leg, before he settled down again.
Then came the touches. Caleb wasn't aware he was doing it, too engrossed in the action playing out on screen, but slowly, his hand inched out and settled along Reid's thigh, thumb rubbing circles over the muscle under the denim. While one hand was occupied with that, the other was gently stroking and playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of Tyler's neck. It wasn't long before the youngest stretched and arched into the hand, a soft, pleased sigh escaping him as he settled once more, his skin tingling pleasantly where Caleb was touching him.
Reid felt like he was slipping. He'd already lost concentration when he felt it; sparks and tingles across his lower back, not hurting or bugging him, just there. He arched his back a little, mirroring Tyler's movements, his knees drifting apart even further and practically handing himself over to Caleb.
"Caleb..."
The eldest's eyes closed, breath pulled in sharply at the sound of his name rolling off Tyler's tongue; a question and a demand fused into one simple word. He'd lost the thread of the movie ages ago and had merely been staring at the screen while he was lost in the haze that seemed to descend on him. Warmth closed in on both sides, but Caleb couldn't move. Not even when a leg slid over his lap and the body attached half straddled him, or when a hand cupped one side of his neck and lips caressed the other, or when the second body pressed in close and their hands wandered all over him.
"Coulda just asked," Reid pressed into his skin, slightly chapped lips favouring his pulse-point.
And even in the haze of lust that was determined to drag them under, Caleb frowned and tried to think. It was almost like wading through syrup; thick and gloopy and the more he pushed, it seemed, the more it resisted. But as Tyler's hands started slipping under his t-shirt and the gentle tingles raced down his spine, he realised that this didn't feel like all the other times. This wasn't a loss of control.
This wasn't him.
Caleb blinked. Finally able to move, he wrapped an arm around Reid's waist and secured him there and cradled the back of Tyler's head with his other hand, but instead of succumbing just yet, he slowly pulled away from Reid's mouth to say, "This isn't me, guys." Neither of them seemed to take any notice, so he gently tugged Tyler's hair and then pinched Reid's ass, "Guys. This isn't me. I'm not doing this."
Reid pulled back with a slight pout, annoyed that Caleb wasn't letting him have any fun, and let his hands roam over his broad chest. Tyler, who'd lifted himself on his knees on the couch beside them, frowned and stopped his hands from pulling up his shirt, but didn't take them off Caleb's stomach.
"Well, if it's not you..." Tyler said slowly, looking to Reid, "And it's not us... then..."
"Sonofabitch..." A slow, Cheshire-cat grin widened Reid's mouth, "Then it looks like our MIA brother is having some fun of his own right now."
Caleb groaned softly, his head falling back as the thought hit him hard. Now Reid had said it, he couldn't get the image out of his mind; Pogue sliding his hand down, jacking his cock slow and steady, letting it build and build and build until he was so close, so close he was going to explode, and then arching back as he came into his fist. His groin throbbed, pants feeling way too tight. Reid chuckled and dropped his hand to Caleb's firm abs, rubbing wide circles along the muscles and rocking down as his brother squirmed under him.
"Knew he'd give in. It was just a matter of time before he realised that he couldn't escape our sexy asses."
Caleb ignored the comment, "He needs to be here. We should..."
"We should let him come to us," Reid cut in, not stopping his massage which seemed to sooth and ignite him simultaneously. He caught Caleb's eye, "We can't push him. He'll come to us in his own time."
"Want him here now," he almost whined, shivering at the feel of Pogue's pleasure calling to him, his Power reaching out to him. Caleb lifted his hips and pushed against the hand, forcing it lower. "Need him."
"You'll get him, Cay," Reid crooned, obeying the eldest's silent order and sliding his hand down to cup him in his jeans, shivering at the feral growl that slipped from him as he squeezed gently, "Soon."
"God, can we fuck now and ask questions later?" Two pairs of eyes shot to Tyler, who flushed, but looked more desperate than embarrassed about his outburst, "You have no idea what watching you two does to me."
Caleb's tongue ran along his top lip absently, eyes casting downwards to the similar impression in Tyler's pants, "I think I do."
Reid smiled like all his Christmases had come at once and slowly edged back from Caleb's lap until both feet were on the ground, "Me too. It involves you in my bed." He leaned over and kissed the dark-haired teen soundly, tongue tracing his lips until Caleb opened up for him, and then pulled away. "Which is this way."
They stumbled out of the den and down the hallway towards Reid's bedroom, unwilling to let each other go as they kissed and groped and stripped along the way. Caleb gave one last thought to Pogue, reaching out with the Power briefly, before he gave himself over to Reid and Tyler's wandering hands and mouths, letting them push him down to the bed.
He was beginning to think that this hidden part of the Power wasn't so bad after all.
~*~*~*~
Naked from the waist down, Pogue's hand lazily pulled on his cock while he let his mind drift. His jeans and boxers were in a messy pile at the bottom of the bed where he'd kicked them earlier, and the comforter under him was wrinkled and warm from where he'd settled into a comfortable position. This was still new to him. The physical actions had long been practiced, but the picture in his head was completely different, something he was still getting used to. Lush curves and sultry moans of pleasure became hard lines and rough grunts, soft skin stretching over muscle that that had been honed by years of sport. Pogue relaxed further into the mattress, his hand slowing until it was just barely teasing, and released himself to his daydream.
Strong thighs bracketed his hips, a hard body arched over his as they kissed, tongue passing lazily between the cavern their mouths made. His hands lay on each leg, slowly running up until he could press his thumbs into the hollows of his hips and gently massage, the tickle of hairs on his palm making him smile. His partner moaned softly, retaliating by sucking his lower lip into his mouth and nipping gently. Pogue's imaginary self laughed, his tongue coming out to swipe at the sting while his fingers moved further back and pressed into each ass cheek. Knees drifted further apart, the body on top of his settling harder and grinding down into the place that needed him the most. Blue eyes smirked at him, a cheeky tongue flicked across his lips and wandering fingers walked up and down his side.
Pogue's cock twitched, a shiver racing down his spine, but he didn't force his hand any faster. He kept the same pace, now using some of the pre-come to slick his hand a little and stroking slow. Imaginary Reid grinned behind his eyelids and lowered his mouth to his throat, trailing sucking kisses along his skin while confident fingers danced. Pogue's groan sounded abnormally loud in the stillness of his room, but he didn't care. The skin of his chest tingled as imaginary Reid continued south, nipples hardening without being touched. Then Reid sat up, the touch gone, making Pogue groan again. Imaginary Reid, the filthy tease, began to rock his hips slowly, fucking himself into his fist....
... "Fuck, Reid," Caleb groaned, "Just do something, already!" he stared up the length of Reid's pale body as it moved, undulating slowly above him. The blond smirked, blue eyes glittering down at him. Tyler, who was stretched out beside him, laughed quietly while he licked and sucked along the hard muscles of Caleb's throat, applying his teeth liberally to every place that made him shiver.
"Patience," he hissed, reaching over with his free hand to pet through Tyler's hair.
The retort he was ready to shoot back died when Tyler took advantage of his open mouth. He moaned, curling an arm up so he could cradle the back of his head, his sweet taste filling him. Caleb swore he could get drunk from Tyler's kisses; the boy didn't know the meaning of holding back. Every emotion poured out through the movement of his lips, the stroking, pushing, sweeping motions of his tongue.
Without further direction, Caleb's free hand wrapped around Reid's cock and started jacking him off with quick, rough motions.
"Mmm, fuck yeah," Reid moaned, letting Caleb take over. He watched them from half-lidded eyes, tongue swiping at his top lip and tasting sweat. Fingers clenched and released by his sides as the pleasure built in his spine...
... His cock twitched against his abs, but his hands no longer had control of that part of his body. One was lifted above his head and wrapped around the headboard, the other was flung over his eyes, blocking out the light from the room. His skin tingled, a line running from his left nipple, all the way down his side to his hip; invisible fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.
The fantasy in his head had twisted and changed so many times that it had all blurred into one, but now he wasn't so sure that this was his fantasy. Fingers tightened on the headboard as someone's mouth sucked at the crease of his thigh, his leg drifting up and out automatically. Pogue's breathing spiked, his heart beat ever increasing, hands itching to reach out and touch. A sharp flash of teeth just behind his ear made him cry out and arch, his dick harder than ever. Hands pushed down on his hips and pinned him back to the mattress, a slick tongue running from the base to the head of his cock making his moan and buck against the force.
"Please..." he murmured brokenly to the empty room, "Please...
... "Please, please," Tyler whimpered, eyes closed and forehead pressed against Caleb's as Reid stretched him open with careful, teasing fingers. Strong, warm hands rubbed soothing circles along his sides and his back, loving and filthy words flowing over his skin and sticking like honey. He was bent at odd angles; straddling Caleb's waist and leaning over with his ass in the air, back arched like a cat while he rocked back and forth, begging for more.
"So good, baby; god, so good when you take my fingers like this," Reid muttered from behind, his sultry low voice cutting cleanly through the rushing of blood in his ears, "Wish you could see what he looks like, Cay; the way he fucks himself on my fingers like he can't get enough."
Tyler shuddered and whimpered, body accommodating Reid as he added another finger. His own fingers spasmed, twisted in the sheets either side of Caleb's head, sweat dripping down his temple, and all Tyler could think was 'moremoremore'. Caleb tilted his head back enough to bring their open mouths together, tongue teasing and dipping but not kissing. Not yet.
"This side's looking pretty good, too," he said, the sound of his voice rumbling along his bones. "You ready, baby boy? You want me to fuck you now?"
Tyler's mouth moved but no sound came out. He couldn't make his brain connect to give him the right answer. But in the end, he didn't need to.
"He's ready. Fuck, he's so ready for you, Caleb, you're just gonna slide right into him so fuckin' perfect."
Two sets of hands moved him, the control passed over to his brothers as they pushed and pulled respectively, guiding him up and back and down, down, down...
... It was the strangest thing he'd ever felt, but Pogue couldn't stop the moan from vibrating through his chest when it started. Something was pushing into him, something thick and solid pressing urgently against the ring of tight muscle until it gave way. He shuddered and moaned, his body writhing on the bed as the invisible force fucked into him, stretching him from the inside out. Pleasure and pain battled in a tug of war over his body, sweat beading and running down his chest.
But he didn't want it to stop. Fingers twisted harder in the bedsheets, so hard that his skin mottled red and white, and he rocked his hips back and forth, futilely trying to fuck himself back onto whatever was splitting him open. But it didn't work. Steadily it thrust in and out of him, slowly at first as if testing the waters, and then faster, harder, until some of the strokes hit that place deep inside him that made him buck and moan loudly.
And the most amazing thing? He still hadn't come. His cock was now impossibly hard, skin flushed angry red and his balls heavy with his load. The pleasure was building and building, his whole body trembling with it, but nothing could make him come.
He felt like he was going to explode.
Reaching down between his legs, he wrapped his hand around the stiff flesh and pulled at it roughly, panting, body shaking and rocking and writhing into each phantom touch and bite and suck. God, he was going to die...
... He was going to die. Every single cell in his body was crying out for release, trembling so hard that he was surprised his teeth weren't rattling in his skull. Hands were everywhere. He could barely tell one set from the other anymore. Both touched and stroked and played while he was getting drunk on the pleasure running thick in his veins.
Reid moved, drawing back slowly, hissing as hard, slick flesh dragged against hard, slick flesh. Tyler's ability to think had gone out the window a long time ago, along with his ability to speak. Breathing was becoming a problem too. Trembling hands rubbed up and down on his thighs, soothing him as Reid slammed back inside him and stole what little breath he had right out of his body. Caleb moaned.
He shook, practically mindless with the pleasure. They were talking to him but he couldn't understand what they were saying, only the lust and pleasure that drenched the words translated to his over stimulated brain. Reid moved again, repeating the same motion of slow drag and sharp thrust, every twitch of Caleb's cock rocking him inside. Dancing fingers pinched and pulled at his nipples, but neither of them dared to stray to the place he wanted them the most.
"Fuckin' amazing, baby boy, always so fucking amazing. Feel good, baby? Feel - fuck - good... us filling you up like this?"
Strong arms held him up as his body swayed forward, whimpering nonsense words into the thick air, begging them for more, for anything they were willing to give. One hot palm slid around his throat from behind, his pulse hammering against hot fingertips, while another inched down his torso, along the ridges of his abs, and then finally caressing the burning need of his groin. Tyler moaned loudly, brokenly, almost sobbing with relief. Just one more thrust, one firm stroke, please, Reid, Caleb, please god just let me come...
... Choking on his breath, Pogue's body bowed outwards, spine arching and body vibrating so hard that he had to grab hold of the mattress to keep himself from falling straight off the bed. For a few moments the world moved in slow motion, that indescribable feeling in his core doubling, tripling, until it was sheer agony just to breathe.
Then, without warning, he shattered.
Liquid fire shot through his veins, mouth open wide, screaming silently into the still room. Toes curled, fingers scrabbled at the sheets while he writhed helplessly, lost in the throes of his orgasm. Come streaked his chest and stomach, dick shivering and pulsing through each wave, the blood pounding in his ears and the lack of breath making him dizzy. The Power prickled under his skin, moved and shifted and added to the cacophony of noise that filled his head.
And just when he thought it would never end, Pogue fell back to the bed, boneless, twitching and unable to move. The noise, the pounding in his head had subsided to a distant buzzing, the Power falling back. Panting and shivering, Pogue could do little more than lie there and melt into the aftershocks, feeling like his skin was too loose after being so tight. A pleasant ache settled over his body while he drifted, disconnected from the world and lost in his sexual high.
A door slammed. The shock jolted him out of his trance, his breathing rapid. He swallowed, picking up the sounds of someone moving around downstairs. Slowly, he rolled over onto his back, wincing as his cramped muscles protested, and stared up at the ceiling with something like awe in his eyes. That had been... intense. He tried to describe it in his head but words like 'amazing' and 'fantastic' just didn't cut it. There wasn't a word that existed.
With a grimace at his current state, he hauled himself up to stand on beside the bed, walking on shaking legs towards the door. Checking to see if his mother was in the hallway, he made his way towards the bathroom for a much needed shower, only realising after he was under the scalding hot spray that the afternoon sun was now way below the horizon.
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