Sequel

One. I'd actually like to be privy to the conversation that led to that. I mean, what Rel... yeah. Una is not one to lay down and that probably bordered on violation. I liked writing this but I didn't. It moves faster than previous entries but at the same time. What can I say about a month of living? It's ... well... the crapper for anyone who has lived in a capitalist world. I know I can say that because... imagine life without anything. There's you. There's the woods.

Oh. And the animals that see you as food.

Then there are the daemon who want to either use you, abuse you or eat you. In an unpleasant sort of way.

How does Una know where to camp? While I hope he explains it in story ... he knows where the people dug and laid wire because of his powers. Which I also hope will be explained. But just in case the bugger *doesn't* explain. The tables he made bubble (two of them!) he can't expand that power to other things.

He's a firm believer in what I believe, which I like because I know how to work with it: perception is everything.

This somehow turned into a bit of a pimping of the new story. Of course, this is exactly how I found out about Una's story. He sat down with Rel, and to distract the young man from the whole... he destroyed the world... Una started this story. Which is the truth, oddly, through and through.

Anyways. Have I ever said that I absolutely love you guys? My constant readers and the people who put up with my insanity and crazy to get the better parts of a completely strange and badly written story? Well. I do. Absolutely. Luffles.

I also wish I could figure out what was wrong with the forum without having to uninstall and reinstall (which would result in the loss of ALL information).

Read, Review and Enjoy.





The troupe was still dressed entirely. One of the guards gave Mari his jacket. She wrapped herself in it and climbed up beside the man as if she owned the trailer.

Turned out she did.

Rel got a scratchy blanket and had to ride between Una and Muan. Una’s hand wandered up Rel’s leg randomly. Rel kept having to smack the immortal’s hand away. Muan wrapped his arm around Rel’s shoulders, keeping the young man upright.

The first night was the worst. None of them slept, but for Una, who claimed it was the best sleep he had had in centuries. When the group awoke the next morning, the cityscape they had left behind was half as high it had been before. Una made them move that day and the next and the next. On the fourth morning, out of sight of the city and on a plain that a river cut through, the immortal called a stop. The water tasted terrible. The food did not sit well with Rel’s stomach.

The troupe stayed there nearly a month as the ground shifted beneath their feet and the river went from clear to muddy and back again. Muan chittered every time the earth trembled. Mari developed morning sickness, that was only compounded by the fact that the earth moved the most in the mornings. She had difficulty keeping anything down and Rel worried.

Even as Una patted Mari on the head, gave her a cup of tea and insisted she try to eat something before she withered away to nothing. Not that anyone would claim the woman was too thin, she kept enough weight on her to look like a healthy female and slowly added to it around the stomach. Una, though, insisted that a woman needed to put on weight to burn through after the birth.

After the first night, the worst part was realising that life smelled. The troupe had no soap, nor deodorant or hairspray or any kind of anything to cover the smell of body. They used the sand of the river side to scrub themselves. No razors, the men preferred to grow out their beards. Rel, with a bit of help from Mari, kept his shaved off for the most part.

The next thing they came to realise was that Una without sex was like…

Poking an angry woman in the eye.

The immortal grew more annoyed as the days passed. It reached the point that Una growled and snarled at Mari before he stalked off. Growled at her enough to make her cry. Yes, she was hormonal, but still! Rel gave it ten minutes before he followed Una’s path.

And heard… an … odd… sound.

Rel frowned as he came around a little hill.

Muan was thrusting into Una, the immortal arching up against the Sidhe, moaning, panting as he thrust his hips against Muan. Una was pinned under the Sidhe, Muan’s hand holding Una’s wrists above the immortal’s head even as the other dragged through the tough turf of the plain. Muan thrust and Una cried out, begging for more.

Rel was very turned on and yet.

Pissed.

His man, his Sidhe, his lover.

Totally thrusting into someone and making them moan and mewl and… why couldn’t Muan do that to him more often?

Una shuddered and let out a small sound, orgasming as Muan’s head snapped towards Rel, as if catching the young man’s thought. Muan pulled away from Una, yanking up his pants as Una sighed out and covered his eyes with an arm.

“Rel,” Una sighed again. Exasperated, no one was supposed to see that, Rel got the distinct feeling that Una was embarrassed by the whole thing.

“I came to talk.” Rel started.

“I don’t need to talk,” Una snapped out, annoyed, before he sat up and snatched up his pants, “as you can obviously tell.”

“I see you naked but it doesn’t comprehend. Why do you…” in a moment Rel gave it all up, “he’s fucking mine. Don’t touch him.”

“Rel-” Una started.

“Mine.” Rel snapped. “you can’t have him, you,” he jabbed a finger at Muan, “do not have sex with Una, not if you ever want to have me again.”

Muan made several desperate sounds and looked at Una. The immortal sighed.

“He meant no insult. Sidhe do not think like people do-”

“I don’t care. If you want someone, you find someone. Muan. He’s mine.”

There was a long pause, as Una adjusted his clothing. The immortal took in a long breath and said, “if you want a threesome, just say so.”

“I am not-”

“Jealous? Darling, it’s all over you. I don’t agree with it, but I can understand it.” Una shrugged, “though it also brings up the question of Muan, if he can’t make you mewl the way he makes me mewl.”

The Sidhe huffed out an annoyed breath. He muttered and grumbled and went down to the river, stripping off as he went. Una and Rel watched the male go before the two shared a look.

“I need sex,” Una responded, “and I don’t expect you to understand it.”

“Why him?”

“Who else? The only other homosexual in the troupe is you. And I will not seduce you. I will not touch or have sex with you. Rel. It was between you and he. If I need sex. Then yes, I will go to him.”

“He’s mine.”

“What is sex. Why is it important to you?”

“Because. If he’s with you-”

“One can love without having sex, without ever touching someone, one can love.” Una adjusted his shirt yet again and approached Rel, “there is a tribe of people. Several of them. Actually. To the north and south and east. Before war their greatest warriors visit nearly every woman. Procreate, make more great warriors. Sex is free. Have it with who you please, but your heart. It can only belong to one person.”

“And yours. Where does it belong?”

“My sister. The gods gifted me a mate. But then he died, because he was incomplete and Mother would not suffer him to live. He comes and goes. Yet in his absence I have found that I do truly love someone. Oh, I loved Tyz, I did. But my heart and all my being belong to Vera. Sister she may be, but she is my Mother, my saviour, and the only person I can say that I trust entirely and wholly. Come. I will tell you the tale of my life. And perhaps.”

Una paused in thought, “perhaps you will come to understand.”

“You. Want to tell me about your life?”

“Not something I offer many. Not a tale I have told in many thousands of years. Come back to the troupe. We will drink a tea, me a calming on and you… a cooling one. And we shall talk, you and I.”

Rel stood, looking at empty ground for a moment before he realised that his curiosity was getting the better of him. He wanted to know, needed to understand Una’s past. What could be so life altering to an immortal that even tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, of years later it affected him so deeply.

The young man groaned but turned on heel and followed Una’s scuffed footprints back to the troupe. He wanted to know.


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