Sequel

This took several days to write, unfortunately. I paused after they were... finished... and then forgot the plot. What came out was much better and I do have to give Muan points for catching Rel like that. I don't think there's anyone else who could catch Rel off guard like that. Not even Rahl-ta.

In this there are a few things that would be odd. Would be. In the real world. One, they dive right in. There’s no pain and afterwards there’s no clean up, because there’s no mess. Neither of them sweat or get out of breath.

Oh. And they both speak the same language.

Of course, we have to recall what the cabin is. A place that exists between their two minds, a place Muan created to give Rel a place to hide from his nightmares. Lala-land, let’s say, Rel’s happy place.

So yes, I know there’s no pain and no lube and what’s up with that sex? But if you were in Muan’s position would you apply the rules of reality to it?

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That night, Rel climbed into his bed to sleep after Muan had climbed into the nest. As soon as he was comfortable. The Sidhe got up, climbed into bed with Rel, between Rel and the wall, and kicked Rel out of bed. Sputtering, Rel stood up and glared at Muan, who pretended to be asleep. Rel climbed into the nest, only to be kicked out of that as well.

So Rel snatched up the pillow and beat Muan about the head with it. The male grabbed the pillow and twisted it out of Rel’s hands. Thusly pulling Rel towards Muan’s feet. Rel lost his balance and fell on Muan. His face hit Muan’s hip and he shot up like a rock, ending up straddling Muan’s torso.

Muan’s hands settled on Rel’s hips. Rel tried to bat them away but Muan’s fingers tightened just enough to put pressure on Rel’s flesh. He whimpered in response to the tightening fingers. The Sidhe shifted, toppling Rel into the blankets and then pinning him there with weight alone.

“Stop it.” Rel cried out.

Muan’s weight was gone in an instant. The Sidhe curled down Rel’s side, arm over him, nose pressed against the crook of Rel’s neck.

“Te hehsu.” Muan muttered before he kissed Rel’s neck.

“I am not stupid,” Rel hissed back.

Something poked at Rel’s mind. Muan. The Sidhe slid into Rel’s being, sending shivers through Rel’s body. Rel thrust at the Sidhe with his power, only to find his hands imitating the motion, to find that Muan was suddenly an unmoving wall. Rel opened his eyes and yelped when he saw the familiar log walls. Muan grinned at him.

“Idiot.”

“I am not-” Rel was cut off by Muan’s lips meeting his own, by the tongue that slid into his mouth and the promises of pleasure and comfort. Muan’s fingers trailed down Rel’s chest, dancing lightly over bare skin.

The male finally broke off the kiss, “you are,” Muan sat back and adjusted Rel’s legs. Spreading them and settling one on his shoulder to give himself better access, “a silly little fool.”

“What are you…” Rel moaned as Muan slammed into him. Arched off the bed as his body accepted the rules Muan placed over this world of theirs. No pain. Only edged pleasure.

Rel bit his lip. Muan pulled out slowly, smiling down at Rel through half-lidded eyes as he slammed back into the smaller body. Rel moaned, encouraging Muan to do it again. The male was more than happy to comply. Pleasure rolled through his body with each thrust, feeding the fire in the pit of his stomach. Rel pushed his hips against Muan’s, meeting each thrust with a moan.

One hand on Rel’s hip, the other roved up and down Rel’s belly as Muan took up a faster pace. Rel wanted to draw Muan closer, but the male leaned back, away from Rel’s hands as the young man reached. Leaving Rel to grasp at air and driving him to mewling for new sensations as Muan rocked instead of thrust. Slower and slower until Rel spilled over into completion like a cup that overflowed. Rel whine out, pushing his hips against Muan desperate even in the last moments as the Sidhe stilled.

Rel shivered as Muan withdrew. Bit his bottom lip. Trying not to ask for more. Muan lay between Rel’s legs, head on the young man’s chest. A contented sigh came from Muan’s throat. There was a moment of silence before Muan sighed loudly and sat back.

“Mm?” Rel murmured, eyes sliding shut as his body told him that he was much more exhausted than he had thought.

“Lel.”

“Mm?”

“Lel. No falling asleep on me,” Muan tugged Rel upward using Rel’s right wrist.

Rel groaned as he was pulled upright, “Why… I’m sleepy.”

“Mm knows,” Muan tugged Rel against his chest and wrapped his long arms around the young man, “but this thing Lel is upset with.”

“Upset?” Rel struggled to recall and then sighed as he did remember.

“Next time Lel needs reaffirming of this,” a motion between their chests, “Lel must speak to me about it, not my sister-”

“I wasn’t trying to-”

“You will speak to me,” Muan raised his voice to cut Rel off, “this. Here. Between Lel and M’wn. Is none of my sister’s business. It is between Lel and M’wn. I will not use her as a go between and you will respect my decision.”

“I don’t even know what this is, what’s going on. And I wasn’t using her as a go between!”

Muan frowned, “what this is.”

“Yes. What is this, what are we that you tell your sister that I’m beautiful and intelligent and you have me any way possible but you won’t tell me what this is. What are we doing, what are we trying? What are we becoming?”

Muan was growing hard under Rel. Which made Rel turn red.

“So many questions,” Muan purred, “you may have one answer.”

“They are all the same question!” Rel protested, feeling a mild panic at the upturning of Muan’s lips, “What. What are we? As. This relationship?”

Muan leaned forward, pushing Rel back into the blankets. The Sidhe thrust into Rel, angling at just such a way that every good spot inside him was hit. Hot breath caressed Rel’s cheek as Muan thrust again, making Rel moan with pleasure.

“There is only one word to describe this,” Muan responded before withdrawing and thrusting back into Rel, “ayata.”

Love beyond limits.

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