Namesakes

Forgot about this because I had two deadlines to meet. Geh.

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He and Rava avoided each other as much as possible. Herla-she
didn’t reward him for Rava’s information, she
congratulated him and promised to reward him… if Rahl-ta and
Tahl-ra lost the game. Which left he and Rava to figure out dominance
on their own but he was aching and wouldn’t bow to a people.

<I>“Only an idiot would think that I could beat my
mates into submission.”</I>

Nax was actually surprised when Rava had called him stupid.
Instead Rava was gaining his submission one bit at a time. But Vera
had assigned them to the same bathing room and told them that they
weren’t allowed to leave until they had accomplished something.
Rava had explained what Vera considered an ‘accomplishment’
and Nax had hit Rava.

An entire month of staying off each other’s nerves and
suddenly he was cornered, in a bath, with no place to go and the heat
of the water loosening his resistance. Heat always compelled Sidhe to
relax. Heat meant fire, fire meant home and home meant safe. Heat for
Ayato meant blankets, blankets meant sleep and sleep meant Rava was
actually there.

Nax was beginning to understand why Ayato had submitted to Rava.

He found it harder and harder, as days passed, to resist the
fantasies that played out inside his head. They were what Ayato came
up with when he thought of Nax and Rava together, or perhaps they had
only started that way and changed into his own fantasies. They made
him shiver and moan and touch himself. Sidhe didn’t like having
to help themselves when it came to sex, it was harder to accomplish
and having someone else in sex meant having someone else you trusted
with your life. They were social creatures, after all.

Rava probably didn’t understand the effect he had on Nax.
All that he saw was a look, a look he had seen on Ayato’s face
too often during this life time. Nax didn’t understand for a
moment, but Rava was touching him. The Death drew him so very,
agonizingly slowly into a kiss that lingered for so long.

When Rava pulled away, Nax couldn’t believe that his legs
still worked.

“Tsuzutsu neh,” before he realised he had fallen back
into his native tongue, Rava kissed him again, when it broke off he
translated, “What are you doing?”

Rava thrust and he moaned. When had that happened? When had he
tangled a hand in Rava’s hair and dug his nails into the
Death’s shoulder?

“You agreed to this.” there was panic in Rava’s
voice, “should we stop?”

“No.” Rava thrust again and Nax thrust down onto him,
“you still aren’t dominant,” a startled gasp, harsh
breath against Rava’s neck as he pulled himself as close to the
Death as he could and moaned again.

“You idiot, Ayato’s the dominant one,” Rava’s
lips against his neck, Rava thrusting into him, “I’m only
doing this because he asked me to.”

Nax shivered, not able to control himself as he climaxed. Rava
held him and rocked into him, reaching his own climax quietly as he
kissed Nax’s neck. Afterwards he held the Sidhe close and
washed him with the soap he had chosen for himself. Washed himself
with the same. They spoke no words, and the interaction was a gentle
one. As if Nax might shatter at any moment.

Rava helped him dress and drew his lips across any bare skin he
found, especially up the back of his neck. It sent shivers through
Nax’s body. When they were dressed, and only then, did Vera
open the door, dressed in boy’s clothing, with her long black
hair tied back. She escorted them to a room where a table was set up,
covered in all kinds of appetizing foods. Rava grazed his hand up
Nax’s back, sending shivers through the Sidhe, before breaking
off and sitting beside Ayato.

The young man was pouting, he slapped at Rava’s hand and
wouldn’t let his first mate get anywhere near him. Nax sat on
the other side of the table, across from Rava and immediately helped
himself to any food he could get his fork into. Sidhe knew how to use
cutlery… they just preferred their hands. Ayato nibbled on the
flowers that were meant to decorate the table and Rava waited
patiently. The people didn’t touch his food until Tyze and Una
arrived, Tyze’s cheeks reddened and a delighted look in his
eyes.

A foot travelled up Nax’s pant leg. And Nax, well, he didn’t
really care which one of them it belonged to.

According to Sidhe laws it was alright to have two mates, and no
more, in a case such as theirs, where the first was thought to be
dead and the second was necessary to keep the Sidhe from killing
himself, or herself, and hurting those around them at the same time.
But for some reason people had a serious problem with a person having
more than one mate.

But… they were male, a mate was meant to provide children
and… well… He knew he wasn’t able to carry
children. Sidhe females were often indistinguishable from males when
they were clothed -perhaps that was why no one cared if ones mate was
male or female so long as there was a mate?- but Ayato looked more
like a woman sometimes than a man.

Which just confused Nax at times like this, when he was wearing
baggy clothing and was pouting and throwing a fit over his first mate
trying to get him to eat.

It was probably easier to just call Nax the male version of a
mistress, as the second mate had nothing to do with the first mating
pair unless they chose so and usually became the loner without
children. Not that one Sidhe would mind such a role, it meant also
that he could play with everyone’s children and be their
teacher because he had none of his own to distract him.

He informed Ayato of this, across the supper table and in Sidhe
and Ayato shrugged. When Sidhe mated their minds sort of stuck
together so that they knew each other more than one Sidhe would know
another, random, Sidhe. Ayato was stuck with Nax even if Nax broke
himself off of the original pair.

But Ayato wanted to play bed games with Rava and Nax. He was tired
of being monogamous but he felt terribly, awfully guilty at the idea
of having sex with someone whom his mate didn’t approve of.
Which meant Nax was just a convenience to him.

After Nax had eaten his fill, and Rava had tested each dish and
tried to persuade Ayato to eat with words, he sat back and watched
the others. Rava managed to convince Ayato to sit on his lap and as
soon as the little Sidhe, for as far as Sidhe went Ayato was small,
was in his lap, the Death began tricking him into eating. It was only
then that Nax realised that all the dishes on the table were meats.
The fish and roast bird was on the other end of the table, because
those were the dishes Ayato always gorged himself on.

But wild boar and rabbit and a stew of some sort and meat stuck on
a stick with vegetables, meat pies, gravies made of meat juices,
these things were all within reach of Ayato. The only other edible
things were the plants. Which made Nax pause and then look away. He
didn’t want to eat them.

“They’re a medicine,” Vera leaned from her seat
at the head of the table and whispered to Nax, “you take it
after a long winter without dried fruit and it keeps you from getting
ill.”

“I don’t care.”

Ayato made a whining sound and Nax felt an urge to stab Rava. But.
But what?

He couldn’t figure out why he was so terrified of attacking
Rava. Even if Rava died Ayato would be his and Ayato wouldn’t
know it was him. Because Nax had a few tricks even Ayato didn’t
know.

Ayato whined again and Rava gave him a light smack to the head.

“You act like. Such. A. Child.” Rava clenched his jaw
in a pause, “sometimes.”

Nax saw a flicker of something flash across Ayato’s face but
then it was gone, “I’ll eat,” the Sidhe said, his
voice sounding hollow as he accepted the bit Rava held out to him.

His eyes flickered to Una, and Nax followed Ayato’s gaze.
There was that… look. Nax dared to glance at Vera, she too had
that look. Like they were sharing a sad, sad secret that would just
break their hearts if they dared spoke it out loud.

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