Arrow Inferno

Stan was sitting at the VIP section of his club chatting with his pals when he smelt his mate. He took in a deep breath and moaned low in his throat. What a pleasant surprise he thought as he downed the whiskey in his glass and got to his feet. "A moment, guys." He excused himself and moved to meet Will with a sexy swagger that turned heads.

PAWZ was buzzing. The club, which was one of Stan's clubs was so big it could hold up to five hundred people but it still managed to feelintimate. It boasted of a restaurant, a café, a theatre, and three dance floors which had enough space where everyone could dance away all their troubles.

PAWZ had a stellar reputation for top-notch local and international DJs who dished out scintillating sounds. Packed full of people, amazing music, and pure fun, PAWZ was not only the hottest party spot every night of the week, but it was also the perfect environment for a dose of dancing way into the night. Stan eventually met Will near one of the bar areas and stopped in front of him, the front of their bodies virtually touching.

"I didn't know you'd be passing through tonight," Stan murmured, a hand reaching out to settle on Will's hip. "You look good." He leaned in to nuzzle Will's cheek and breathe him in.

"And smell like heaven." A lustful groan left his throat when his mate's scent went straight to his brain. But even as he smelt that unique tantalizing scent, Stan also sensed that something was off. "What is wrong?" he whispered as he leaned back to watch Will with a hooded gaze.

"Can we talk?" Will glanced around the busy club.

"Sure." Then Stan signaled the bartender to give him a glass of whiskey.

"Here, drink this."

"Stan..."

"You're too tense." Stan gave Will the glass and watched him with blatant longing as he took a sip.

"Down it. I need you to loosen up." His voice was rumbling and dripping with so much sexiness Will moaned.

"You're distracting me," he mumbled but he did as he'd been told. Thenhe signaled the bartender to refill his glass to the amusement of Stan.

Will took a swig of his drink and then gestured to his smiling mate to lead the way. The two took the elevator to Stan's office. On the elevator, neither spoke.

Stan watched Will who concentrated on his drink until they entered Stan's spacious but cozy office where the music automatically became muted. Through the office's transparent glass walls, everything that was going on in the club could be

seen.

Immediately after the door closed after them Stan pushed Will against the door and began to plunder his mouth as if he hadn't seen him in months.

At some point, he took the glass from Will and placed it on the mantel by the door. And that's when the kiss gentled, becoming soft and oh so fucking sweet. It went on for ages... just a slow and gentle caress, Stan's lips teasing and playful, but not hungry.

'Tell me what's bothering you,' he asked on their mind-link.

'You bought me a house.'

'Not just any house. Your childhood house.'

'But why?' Will ended the kiss and looked at his mate. Stan grinned at the drugged look on his mate's face. The soldier was trying very hard to stay focused but he couldn't hide how affected he was by their kiss. And that was giving Stan some masculine triumph that he just couldn't shake off. He went in for seconds, kissing Will again soundly. By the time he ended the kiss, Will was clinging to him as though he couldn't let go.

"Do you really need to ask why?" Stan murmured against Will's soft kiss"That was insane," Will moaned as he buried his face against Stan's neck, his body responding to his mate's scent like it always did... with the wildest and hottest desire. ".. and you're distracting me again. I want to be angry at you but all I can think of right now is fucking you."

"What's stopping you?" Stan husked as he reached behind Will to lock the door. Then his fingers fell to Will's belt buckle.

"We really need to talk," Will groaned.

"I think we've said everything that needs to be said on the subject." Stan unzipped Will and released his throbbing length. "You spoil me."

"And I'm going to do that until I draw my last breath. Get used to it. "With that, Stan dropped to his knees and took his mate into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Will's head fell back as pleasure assailed his senses. Stan's mouth on him felt amazing.

He sucked hard and fast for a moment, then pulled off to blow a breath of cool air over the moistened tip which sent Will's lust spiraling out of control. Stan couldn't hide his roguishly naughty smile as he got back on his feet and started to unbuckle his belt.

"Where do you want me?" he husked.

"Right here." Will grabbed Stan, turned, and pressed Stan's back against the door. He was trembling with hunger but still asked; "You sure about this?" he searched his mate's lust-filled eyes.

Will usually wanted to be very sure that Stan was okay when it came to receiving. Albeit they'd come a long way and Stan was okay with anything he wanted, it had become second nature to Will to be a hundred percent sure that Stan was for it. And they were so comfortable and free with each other that neither hesitated to let the other know if they didn't want something... which virtually didn't happen anyway.

"I'd rather ride you but hey, you do you." Stan grinned as he toed off his white smart sneakers and then stepped out of his pants and boxers. He wasn't worried at all that someone might see them because the glass was just a one-way view. The people outside could not see inside the office.

"You can ride me all you want in a bed later but for now, I want you like this."

Will pulled out his wallet and took out a sachet of lube. He kissed Stan sensuously as he reached between his legs to apply some lube. He sure as hell didn't want to see his mate in pain.

When he was done with Stan, Will got himself slick, not bothering to get out of his pants. He wrapped an arm around Stan's waist and picked him up.

"What are you doing?" Stan gasped.

"What does it look like? Wrap your legs around me." Will instructed.

Despite his bemusement, Stan obeyed. He wrapped his arms aroundWill's neck and pressed his head to Will's with a groan. "For fuck's sake."

Will chuckled, wryly amused at his mate's reaction to being picked up. Although the man was six 'three and weighed about two hundred pounds, Will felt no strain due to his werewolf strength. "Ready?" he murmured huskily.

At Stan's nod, he began to enter him as gently as he could. Stan threw his head back with a groan as his fingers gripped Will's hair.

"Are you okay?" Will whispered, his eyes on his mate's face.

Stan opened his eyes, his face flushed and his gaze dark with lust. "Don't stop," He rasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Feels so good."

With their eyes locked on each other, Will fucked Stan, grinding deeply as he knew his mate liked it. His hips worked so sensually it looked as though he was doing an erotic dance. Both grunted and gasped their pleasure as they raced towards the edge. For Will, the climb to raptured was swift. He felt that decadent pressure and just knew he couldn't hold back.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last," Will gasped, the look on his face showing just how surprised he was. Upon hearing that, Stan dropped a hand between them with the intention of stroking himself so that he could come too.

But Will was having none of that. "Don't," he said roughly. "Oh, here it comes..."

Then closing his eyes, Will pressed his cheek against Stan's and simplylet go. He came hard, growling Stan's name as he filled him with thick, dhot gushes. The two panted as they clung together, one lost in exquisite bliss and the other rock hard and frustrated.