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Libraries

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Despite his lack of eyes, David Blindman had never had a problem seeing. His precognition had started working in overdrive when his father had his eyes gouged out. But he wasn’t bitter. Eyes were never Necessary as the Serpent told him.

Everything was laid out before him, a tremor-sense map he could navigate with greater ease every day. And with the Black Queen’s battle training, he slowly grew more and more confident over the weeks. A confidence he had never had before.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough. And as the Serpent said, Good enough is just as good as perfect.

Serpent Lessons aside, David wished his precognition was perfect. It was an awful experience preparing for something, only to be blindsided by the unexpected. This was becoming the case more and more frequently as the days wound down into midsummer, the bright sun burning in the sky above his little chunk of the Library. The room was pleasantly warm, the feeling of being buried beneath a dozen blankets suffusing his lean body.

The arched ceiling were supported by wooden buttresses, rising grandly to a large, circular window, decorated with blue and white stained glass. Trees could be vaguely seen beyond it, moving gently in some wind that may or may not exist. It really didn’t matter in the end. The place felt like home.

That was why he felt so perturbed, a grave-chill sinuously creeping up and down his spine as he walked through the endless stacks of books. The normal comfort of sunlight and dust-motes was gone, replaced with an oppressive silence. His hand gently ran over the rough grip of the stiletto knife tucked safely in the line of his frock coat, ready to be whipped out at a moments notice. For his precognition tingled slightly, a sense that usually predicted a fight with someone or fucking.

For all the world, he hoped it was the second.

Either way, he still whipped out the knife at the sound of an errant footstep behind him, barely perceptible in the vast library. With as much grace as he could afford, he whirled and forced the knife into the most likely location of the unknown person’s neck.

His arm was effortlessly grabbed, a strong right arm gripping his hand with enough force to prompt the knife to fall from his hands. Suddenly, a mouth was right besides his ear, whispering wickedly:

“Now now, We wouldn’t want that little knife to do anything it might regret?” The voice was sly and filled with mirth, a silver-tongued lilt that caressed his mind. And it was familiar.

David immediately relaxed, shoulders slumping as the voice chuckled lightheartedly. The hand let go of his arm and reached down to pick the stiletto up from the ground.

David gratefully accepted the stiletto and placed a kiss on the Ambassador’s face, his boyfriend’s cheeks heating ever-so-slightly.

“It’s good to have you back too Darling.” David said, hands slipping together.

“I had some spare time and wanted to visit my favorite boyfriend.”

“Oh c’mon. All of your boyfriends are your favorite. Speaking of which, how is Tyren?” David placed another kiss near the base of Four’s neck, the O5 leaning into the brief touch.

“He’s better. Better than last week. We’ll both have to get together at some time.” Four pulled David closer, grinding against David’s semi-hard cock.

“Darling, are we really doing this here?” David asked, a blush rising in his cheeks.

”You’re right. I have a nice little suite in the Bahamas we could go to. Or a cabin in Canada. I imagine both would be to your liking.”

“Sure, lets do the Suite. C’mon, let’s be off.” He stepped into the Ways with Four, walked several feet, and stepped out. His precognition told him that the room was opulent, grand in all the right places. A massive bed was framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that filled the room with natural light.

Turning, David pushed Four down onto the bed, his hands divesting Four with practiced ease.

“Why do you wear so many layers?” David said exasperatedly.

“Says Mr. Frock-Coat. You’re one to talk about layers.” Four was quickly silenced by David’s lips on his, tongue licking into his mouth.

“Dumbass.”

“Darling~” David smirked, all but ripping Four’s jeans off.

“Do you have any lube on you?” David asked, cocking his head as Four only laughed.

“I took some time to, ah, prepare myself before I came over. Hope you don’t mind~” He said, his playful tone curling around his voice like cigarette smoke.

David pulled down his khakis as Four rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his ass back against his still-clothed erection.

“Patience, Darling.”

“To hell with patience. It never got me anywhere.”

“It got you with me, didn’t it?” David said softly, pulling his boxer’s off. Four was about to reply when David’s cock lined up with his ass, pushing in.

Four collapsed against the pillows, eyes rolling back as his boyfriend’s thick cock filled up his ass.

“There we go. Good boy. You feel so fucking good around my cock~” David could feel Four nod franticly and push back even harder on his dick. Four was especially needy in bed, always desiring a closeness that even Nalka magics had trouble recreating.

By the time David was close to cumming, Four was delirious, and David could feel his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he stroked Four’s face.

“Oh god! David! I fu- I- hhhrrrnng” He cast his head back as he finally came, walls clenching hard around David’s cock, trying for all it was worth to milk every drop of cum from his cock. “I love you!” He screamed as David finally came, spilling deep inside his boyfriend.

The afterglow was the second-best part to seeing Four drunk on his cock, the Overseer nuzzling into his neck and shoulder.

“How long do you think this can last?” Four asked, voice coming out of the blue and shattering the post-coital stillness.

“What do you mean?”

“How long until one of your superiors or the Council catches wind of this? It’s a massive security breach. I could be censured, and god knows what the Hand would do to you.” David sighed softly and turned Four’s face to him.

“My love, tell me: Have you ever told me any workings of the Foundation?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Have I told you how the Hand functions?” He ran a hand down Four’s cheek, the beginning of tears rubbing off in his hands. “No. I haven’t. You have nothing to worry about. From the way you speak about them, the Council seems rather accepting. And the Hand barely cares. So don’t worry. All the gods of heaven and hell couldn’t keep us apart.”

“T-thank you. I’m just… Scared.” He scooted closer, nestling further into him.

“Oh, my poor Ambassador. You’re safe. You always will be.”

Even without eyes, David could feel the radiant smile

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