Partner

Spent eight hours working on a paper and the entire time I was thinking about Partners only to be so tired by the time I finished that I don't know if I'll be able to do another update today.

Excuse me while I attempt to recharge.

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Mik entered the pool room. Completely empty, as everyone was back at his apartment, taking over his living room. The man stripped off his shirt, kicked his shoes to the side and dropped his pants beside the pool right before slipping into the cool waters. Paw was on the other side of the pool, facing the wall, bobbing slightly up and down in the water. Mik swam across to the Sidhe and leaned against the side of the pool beside Paw.

The Sidhe sighed heavily and dropped his chin onto his arm, head tilting just slightly towards Mik to indicate that Mik could speak.

Mik considered a long moment, “I want you.” the fastest way to repair a male’s ego was sex. Or. At least. That was what Mik was hoping. Paw was upset because Ell had thought compromising and bad stuff. The only way to clear that thought from Paw’s mind was to distract him with something Paw enjoyed. Sex.

Paw made an unexcited sound.

“New male will likely be here soon, Souse likes his blood.”

“Less Mik planning threesome with male, not interested,” Paw growled at Mik.

“Why not? Why do you want a threesome?”

“Wallbanger not give Mik that look that Souse did as Souse had Mik and Mik had Paw,” Paw muttered. A moment later the Sidhe shuddered.

Mik moved closer and put an arm around Paw’s shoulders, “Paw. It’s okay.”

“Not okay. Not. Okay.” Paw made several hand motions, “Might. Be okay if Ell didn’t broadcast loudly. Like. Lucky people of people. Actually have power. You people make me so sick.”

“Us people?”

“Mik same way. Like having a dirty window and someone cleans it for you. Then you realise the view you have is of a landfill covered with dirty, old homeless people having sex with animals while eating the animals.”

Mik swallowed hard, “that’s.”

“Like what I woke to,” Paw sighed, turning his head and setting it on his arms at the edge of the pool, “and Mik thinks sex is going to make Paw better?”

“It could,” Mik muttered, “I can’t read minds, so that doesn’t really help. Can you read my mind?”

“Not really. Strong thoughts, maybe.”

“Like,” Mik thought of that night with Souse. Paw went a brilliant red colour and made a sound, “really? How about…” their first night together.

Paw whined out, “stooooop.”

“Strong thoughts, only other strong thoughts I have are of Piho…” both winced and looked about the pool for something else to talk about. Anything else. Finally something occurred to Mik, “can you-”

“Can you-” Paw looked at Mik as both spoke at the same time. They paused and both turned bright red and looked away.

“I’ve. Uhm. Asked Souse about possibly making something to. Make it clear that the Sidhe are taken and who they are taken by without us having to explain every time,” Mik murmured finally.

“Good. Good idea.” Paw nodded several times.

They turned and looked at each other. Paw sighed out. Mik struggled. It was one of the few awkward moments they had ever had and he knew he should be happy with that. But he also wondered why it was so hard to accept that something could be awkward between them.

“Sex would just be the motions,” Mik muttered, “what’s wrong with us?”

Paw was silent for a time, “Nothing. There’s been a change now and. And you are in an awkward position because Galt will try to use me, he will. Essuan’s powers are now known and they will try to use her as well. Everything has changed. Except you.”

Was he being…

“Which is why I love you, en ma ayata estuen,” Paw turned to Mik and pecked him on the cheek, “te whisen… te whisen ayata Sidhe normosh…”

And the rest Mik couldn’t catch. That first part. His brain recognised it but refused to make the connection until Paw stopped talking. Paw had just, possibly inadvertently, asked Mik to mate him. A life long commitment.

“Ka.” the ancient, age old agreement. A word military men were taught on their first day of basic training. Even though it was no longer used in the military.

“What?”

“En ma ayata. That’s what you said. Ka is my response.”

“But. It’s too early we were just. By tradition it states that-”

“That what? Whose traditions? Yours? Mine? What does it matter what tradition states? Does law state it?”

“…no…”

“Look, if it’s too soon…”

Paw leaned forward and kissed Mik on the lips, opening permission for that kind of touch. The Sidhe pulled back a moment later, “please to be of the waiting. To do that is to compound an already complex problem. And the waters are murky. So. That means … how to put this so Mik understands… shit is hitting fan.”

Coming from anyone else, Mik would have taken it as being blown off, brushed aside. An excuse to not mate. From Paw…

Mik’s chest hurt, and he was disappointed, but he could accept Paw’s words. Even if it hurt.

Mik kissed Paw, one hand keeping himself above the water level. Their tongues darted over one another, playing a moment. The two broke apart, took several breaths and then came together once more. Mik pushed, and Paw moved easily, Paw back and around, so that the Sidhe was against the between Mik and the edge of the pool. One hand around Paw to keep himself upright and Mik slid his hips between Paw’s legs. Kissing all the while, Mik thrust into the Sidhe and shuddered at the moan that escaped Paw’s lips.

The man turned his attention to Paw’s neck, grazing tooth and lip and tongue over the skin as he withdrew and thrust back in. Paw thrust against Mik’s hips, whining as he did so.

“Mik, please.”

“Please what?” Mik muttered against Paw’s neck.

“Harder,” Paw cried as Mik slid out and back in slowly.

Mik complied, as best he could in a pool, where he had no footing and only his hand was keeping him above water. Paw rocked against him, one arm wrapping under Mik’s arm, to help keep him above the water as he thrust. Each successive thrust caused Paw to tighten his muscles more and more around Mik. It wasn’t long before Mik was clenching his jaw, trying not to let the moan out, as he came to a shuddering stop. Paw gasped as Mik came and pulled the man close.

“One more.”

Mik complied and Paw cried out, tightening and arching.

They stayed like that until their breath came back to them, then they pulled apart and Mik pulled himself to the side of the pool desperately, afraid that he would go under the water.

“That wasn’t just for the motion,” Paw muttered.

“No. No. That was definitely for the pleasure.”


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