A buzz filled the air as everyone made plans for their evening activities after the show. They would meet at this club or that, in the lobby, the hotel bar. But, for two individuals, their plans were much more defined. Tonight was the night…the consummation of their perfect love. The fact that they had held out as long as they did was a testament to their devotion, their total ease with each other.

For weeks now, they had danced around the subject, both knowing the eventuality of the act, but wanting to prolong the actuality. Their anticipation of this night had driven both of them, pushing them closer and closer to this night. Everything would be perfect. Everything would be beautiful. The stolen kisses, quick gropes under the cover of darkness, the shy smiles across the room - tonight they would be rewarded for their patience.

And so, as the others left in small groups, they moved about the locker room, slowly gathering their things. Occasionally, one of their friends would ask if they were joining them, or if they wanted to meet at a club. Both men just shook their heads slowly, declining the invitation, explaining that they were tired, or had other plans. Their responses were met with shrugs, or they were told if you change your mind, meet me at…they never heard the rest of the statement, as they were so engrossed in their own thoughts.

The time had come…finally. Separately, they made their way to the parking lot, each entering a car and leaving the arena. Back at the hotel, they entered alone, barely acknowledging each other's existence. To the casual observer, their feelings for one another did not exist. One entered the elevator, making his way quickly to his room, needing to finalize the preparation for this glorious evening.

The other made his way up the stairs, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He had carefully laid out his outfit for the evening before he had left. He wanted this to be perfect, and he wanted to look the part. He entered his room and began his preparations as well. When the phone rang some time later, he answered, to be greeted by the voice that he had come to know and love. He answered yes when asked if he was ready, then made his way down the hall, knowing his destiny awaited him.

The room was full of candles, each casting an eerie glow on the walls and ceiling. When he entered, he smelled lavender incense. Once, he had casually mentioned that it calmed him. He was surprised his lover had remembered and smiled, wondering what other surprises he had in store. He moved into his lover's embrace, and allowed himself to be engulfed in the strong arms he had waited for so long.

They shared tender kisses, soft caresses. Quiet words of love were spoken as they removed each other's clothing, each praising the beauty of the other's body. Few words were spoken beyond the question of, "do you like that?" or the statement of, "I love you.' Words were not necessary, for they each knew what was going to happen. The only uncertainty was exactly how it would be played out.

Taking his young lover's hand, the older man led him to the bed, easing him back to lie gently on the satin sheets he had brought along just for this night. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his young love, tracing the contours of his body. He wanted his hands to remember the feel of his lover's skin, to know the sensitive spots. He leaned down and placed his lips against the warm, wet mouth of his love. And so began their dance.

His tongue slowly invaded the warm recesses of the other, their tongues pressing against each other, each relishing the taste that was uniquely the other's. A soft moan escaped the younger man's mouth as he gave in to the overwhelming passion he felt, reaching to pull his lover beside him, so he could feel every inch of their bodies pressed together.

When he felt the soft velvet cloth wrap around his wrists, the young man sighed contentedly. Another thing mentioned in the darkness of the night remembered by one so eager to please him. He allowed his arms to be raised above his head, tied loosely to the headboard. He felt the warm lips of his lover press against the side of his neck, kissing and sucking the soft, sensitive skin there.

His lover's hands stroked his skin, softly at times, the pressure increasing when fingers reached his hardened nipples, pulling at them. He moaned his approval, hoping for something more but not wanting to ask just yet. No question needed to be asked, for the next thing brought forth was the black satin blindfold, placed lovingly around his head, closing off his sight, but allowing his other senses to become even more heightened than they were.

When he felt a warm tongue trace the lines from his jaw down the vein in the side of his neck, he sighed contentedly. When that same tongue traveled down to his nipples, the sigh deepened, telling his lover that he was indeed happy. Suddenly, he felt a hot, searing pain flash across his chest. Moments later, he felt the same skin tighten. Ah, candle wax. When his lover peeled the wax from his belly, he gently caressed the burnt flesh with his tongue, causing another sigh.

He felt the same tongue head south, laving his belly button with tiny flicks. He shivered in anticipation as he felt warm breath on the tip of his erection. Fingers gently caressed the skin on the inside of his thighs as warm lips kissed the moisture from the head of his cock. He felt the throbbing organ growing even larger in size, and wondered for a moment if it was possible for it to explode.

With his young lover tethered to the bed, his sight deprived, the man took a moment to enjoy the view. The young man before him was, without a doubt, the most radiant person he had ever seen. This man was the element that tempered his otherwise dreary life, and he would do anything, everything, within his power to make him as content as possible. At the moment, that meant opening his mouth and lovingly sucking every inch of steely flesh into his mouth and providing the suction necessary to bring forth the elixir of love he so craved.

The man on the bed writhed beneath him, his hips undulating obscenely, thrusting upward to get more of the warm, wet sensations his lover's mouth provided. He cried out, begging his lover to love him, love his cock, his ass, any part of his body he would. The older man gave in, slowly sliding his slick fingers into his lover's ass as he sucked him harder.

He felt the spongy lump of tissue inside his lover and probed it with a steady rhythm, sending his lover into a frenzy. His tongue worked its way from the base to the tip of his lover's cock, bringing forth even more of the crystal liquid. He lapped it up like a man who hadn't eaten in days, and that was when he realized he could feast on this man forever and never grow tired of his taste, his feel, his warmth.

When he heard the young man call out his name, edging closer to eruption, he stopped. The man had ignored his own throbbing organ until then, concentrating solely on his lover's pleasure. He removed his fingers from his lover, leaving behind an emptiness that was soon to be filled by the only evidence of his love he had left to give. He moved forward, hovering over his lover as he kissed him tenderly, invading his mouth as he easily slipped his cock inside his lover.

The young man urged him one, wrapping his legs around his lover's waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Their pace was slow and steady, gentle caresses both inside and out. He reached up and freed the young man's hands, suddenly needing the feel of his lover's fingers against his skin. He expected the young man to remove the blindfold, but it was left in place. He smiled. His heart swelled with love, much as his throbbing organ was doing inside his lover.

The young man leaned up, blindly seeking his lover's lips, need to be connected at every possible point. Their kiss deepened, as if the only thing that would sustain their existence was the fluid of the other. Reaching down, they both wrapped a hand around the young man's cock, stroking it in time with the older man's thrusts in and out. They both knew the end was near, their climaxes building within.

As their bodies began to tingle, their skin virtually humming a song as old as time, the older man reached up and removed the blindfold, wanting to look into the eyes of his love as he filled him. The young man smiled at him, placing a gentle kiss on his lover's throat, before speaking. "Promise you'll never leave me." He returned the kiss, gently shaking his head. There was no need for words as both of them reached their breaking points, calling out each other's names as their passion culminated.

Still buried deep inside his lover, he looked into his eyes and said, "eternity is enough time to spend loving you," as he gently kissed his lover. "Almost." The young man felt his lover's lips press against the pulsating center of his throat, kissing a trail over to the side of his neck. The young man tangled his fingers in his lover's hair, pulling hard as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck, crying out his love as he felt the warm blood draining from his body. He smiled, caressing his young lover, easing the pain that had been in his heart forever. The young man spoke, pleading, "promise me you'll never leave me." And as he pulled his fangs out of the young lover's neck he spoke, "Jeff you are mine now and for all eternity. Leave you, my love? Quoth the Raven…nevermore."