Partner

I had to stop while writing this several times. Due to... concentration issues.

And you know when I have concentration issues to the point where I have to stop and take a cold shower...

Anywho.

Want to see the Paw/Rel? Read the next Sequel update. Not joking. Even if you don't read Sequel generally. It may be worth a gander. No. There is no Paw/Mik/Rel. Not unless I hear a horrendus crying from everyone. This is supposed to take place over the course of a night, but if a threesome, as in all three of them together, was to happen, it would likely take them until afternoon.

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Mik winced just slightly as the elevator doors dinged and opened. Paw hadn’t exactly been gentle. There was a distinct difference between fucking, sex and lovemaking, he noted miserably to himself. He wasn’t certain if he preferred lovemaking or sex more, but he certainly did not appreciate being fucked. Although the action had it’s own kind of heat and lust, its own kind of release.

Who knew that being dominated like that could work out so much pent up aggression? Especially when he hadn’t noticed it himself.

They had chosen the so called empty level, had asked Souse to alter the floor a bit for them and the tribe had set to work quickly and efficiently. The garden was still visible, but the little nests around pillars had been cleaned up and one nest had been made by the first pillar. A joke, or a subtle hint? Souse hinted all evening that Rel might enjoy being tied.

Mik and Paw agreed on one account, and only one, that Rel would not enjoy being tied down. It would only serve to remind the young man of times in the past when he had been defenceless. Beside the nest was a bowl of hot water, which would likely be cool or cold by the time they needed it, a bottle of lube and… a box of condoms. Paw knew what a condom was and didn’t like them in the least, but after Mik had explained how prisons worked… something Paw wanted to know so he could prepare for all of Rel’s possible reactions… Paw had suddenly produced a box and told Mik to use them or lose it.

He winced at the idea of telling Rel that he had to stop to put one on. Because Paw said so. Paw was just looking after Mik’s safety. Diseases didn’t transmit between Sidhe and people like that, Paw said, only between people or from people to people when a Sidhe was used as a sex toy.

Some paper towel had been added at the last minute, so that Mik could dry his hands or wipe away lubrication, rather than wiping it on the blankets or -gods forbid- on Rel. Mik didn’t entirely understand why Paw insisted on all the little details. Real sex wasn’t going to be clean up and then move on, it was messy, dirty and yes, it wasn’t all fun and games.

But when the doors opened and a nervous Rel stepped off of the elevator, Mik forgot all his annoyance. It occurred to him only then that Rel likely had never gone someplace expecting the encounter to end in sex. At least, not the kind of sex he consented to having. If Rel had any kind of an appetite…

Mik glanced at Paw, who was off in the near twilight, sitting with his back against a pillar. The Sidhe was, for some reason, licking his arm, tongue out, eyes half closed. Like a cat preening himself. Paw paused mid-lick and blinked at Mik before huffing, turning around and continuing to lick the spot on his arm. Right about where the scar was from the gunshot wound. Hadn’t quite faded yet.

He turned his attention back to Rel and beckoned to the young man. Rel cringed for a moment before he gained control of his fear and moved to Mik with purpose. Bent on changing, then, Rel was forcing himself to do this, even though he didn’t believe it would really do him any good.

“Hello,” Mik said quietly.

“Hello.” Rel muttered, looking away, “So how do we go about this?”

Mik watched the young man look the other way, amused at how Rel seemed to be looking for someone who wasn’t there, “by not looking for the police. I’m not a prostitute and you aren’t a john,” which startled Rel and made the young man go bright red, “I’ve agreed to this because I find you amusing, just as you find me amusing. Sidhe have sex for pleasure of both partners, nothing more, nothing less. To assume otherwise is not only people, but also insulting.”

“I never said…”

“Not verbally, you have to recall that for them,” Mik motioned towards Paw’s turned back, “body language is taken as verbal language.”

“What if…”

“If you get halfway through and decide you want it to stop?” Mik asked, smiling kindly at Rel, “all you have to do is say stop. Say no. Say don’t.”

“What will make you stop?”

“My honour.” Paw. The fact that Raoh was sitting in the stairwell, just in case he was needed. The fact that Violet was less than two floors away. The female had made it very clear that cement and metal were not going to stop her if Mik screwed up. But they weren’t telling Rel about the back up. Mik knew that he wouldn’t want his mother knowing he was about to have sex.

“Oh.” Rel looked down at the floor.

“Oh. And by the way, we’d like you and Muan to attend a rally next week, think you can talk him into it?”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s arousing.”

“Wasn’t meant to be arousing, I haven’t started that yet.”

Rel muttered something like “could have fooled me.” and scuffed his foot on the floor. There was a moment of pause before the young man looked up, realising that he hadn’t responded yet, “yeah, I can talk to him.”

“Good.” Mik held out his hand, “come on, let’s start, shall we?”

Rel took Mik’s hand and it was… something.

“You must remember at all times one thing, Rel has power. And he has no control over when it works or how it works.”

“Whoa,” the young man’s eyes had darkened, from leaf green to a sort of pine green. Power use couldn’t be that simple, could it? That noticeable?

Rel stepped closer to Mik, and Mik led the way to the nest, leading Rel gently by the hand. The young man never wavered, not until Mik had laid him down on the nest, not until Mik had pulled away and they were no longer touching. It was only then that Rel shivered and clenched his hands in the blankets. Nervous yet again. Mik pulled his shirt over his head, laying it beside the bowl of water, before he bent to capture Rel’s lips. Something that Paw had said would be innocent enough to start with, but was also important to sex.

Says the guy who wouldn’t let Mik do just that to him.

The young man placed his hands firmly against Mik’s bare chest and shuddered. For a moment, Mik thought it was a shudder of revolution, of distaste with Mik’s body. Certainly, he was no longer the lean, mean, military man, his muscles had softer edges to them. But he hadn’t gained weight, he hadn’t gotten fat. Just not as muscled as before. In that moment Mik worried about his self image.

Until he realised Rel’s eyes were that darker shade of green again. Until he realised that Rel had inadvertently thrown himself into whatever he had tasted when he had taken Mik’s hand.

Mik pulled first one, then the other, of Rel’s hands off of his chest and kissed the palm before he set the hand back on the blankets. No longer touching, Rel took a moment to come back to himself, a little gasp was the first indication, and then Rel was looking around and at Mik. Rel swallowed and waited.

He waited patiently, for another moment, before he bent and captured Rel’s lips with his own. No school yard kiss, no first meeting, chaste little peck. Mik parted Rel’s lips with his tongue and delved into the younger man’s mouth. Rel tasted of mint. Obviously he had brushed his teeth moments before stepping on the elevator. Rel shivered under him, one hand tangling in Mik’s hair instinctually. The young man arched upward, pressing his clothed torso against Mik’s bare one. When Mik finally pulled away, he felt bad about leaving Rel dazed, so he pecked the reddening lips.

Rel panted several times. The young man’s mouth worked as if he were fighting the urge to say something.

So Mik pulled away, meaning to give him some distance. Rel reached out and caught the back of Mik’s neck. The young man sat up and mashed his lips against Mik’s. Rel got points for trying, certainly. But that kiss sucked. Mik parted his lips just slightly, made the younger man work for it. Knowing that how he acted would reflect in how Rel behaved in bed from that moment on gave Mik a little shudder of pleasure.

He was going to enjoy this. Actually, honestly, enjoy having Rel.

Mik broke off the kiss and hooked a finger under the hem of Rel’s shirt. He met the young man’s eyes pointedly, letting his body make the statement. Rel looked uncertain but reached down and pulled his shirt over his head.

Such a little thing. Here and there were the marks of growth. Rel had the lean body of a teenager. Was Muan fixing past damages to Rel’s body, would Rel be able to become a man, body, mind and soul? Not just a man, but a capable man? Mik bit his bottom lip gently as he thought about it.

Rel blushed and looked away, trying to cross his arms across his chest to cover himself. Mik captured Rel’s hands and pushed them back to his sides. There was nothing wrong with Rel’s form. No scars, no deformities. Mik kissed just above one nipple before he glanced up and took the nipple between his teeth, biting just enough to create pressure as he swirled his tongue over the lump. Rel shivered at the teeth and made a small sound at the back of his throat at the first touch of the tongue.

Mik released the nipple and kissed ever downward. Rel trembled with each brush of the lips, by the time Mik reached Rel’s belted pants the young man was a shivering mass. Nerves, or pleasure? Mik was desperately hoping it was the latter. He glanced at Paw for confirmation, but the Sidhe was concerned with his business, back still turned to Mik and Rel.

“No,” Rel stopped Mik when the man tried to undo his belt, “n…. not yet.”

Rel’s breathing was harsh, drawn in through his teeth in small, little gasps. Panicking. Mik released the belt and placed a hand on either side of Rel’s torso, well away from the young man’s belt. He returned to Rel’s lips and once again captured them with his own. A long, deep kiss and Rel was shivering with pleasure again. Mik ran his hands up and down the young man’s bared chest as he decided what to do. Once decided, Mik sat back and flicked the button on his pants. Rel shivered, jaw clenching for a second. But there was no protest. Mik stripped off his pants and dropped them atop his shirt by the bowl.

A glance down at the briefs had Rel going red again. Blushing at the sight of an aroused man? Mik settled back on the nest, pushing Rel’s legs apart to accustom Rel to the position they would be in.

“You don’t want me on my-”

“No,” Mik snorted, cutting Rel off quickly, “I want you on your back, so I can tell when you’re shivering from pleasure, and when you’re cringing in pain.”

“The one goes with the-” Rel mumbled something against Mik’s lips. The man was getting tired of Rel’s rationalising and logic and utter absurdity. Another long kiss and when Mik pulled away Rel let out a little moan, “wha… was I saying?” Rel looked around Mik, trying to recall.

Mik didn’t give him time to recall. He pushed his hips against Rel’s and watched the young man shiver. Rel was caught in the moment, and as the other was caught, Mik flicked the belt open. Mik pressed his lips against Rel’s neck as he tugged at the belt, pulling it out of the loops of the pants. He had the belt set to the side before Rel stopped him again.

The young man was struggling. Mik could see it in the panic in his features, in the tense feeling of the young man’s body under him. Rel hummed with panic and uncertainty. So Mik pulled away. And didn’t say a word. Not one word.

“I’m afraid.”

A million meanings and yet none. Rel was afraid of this, Rel thought this would cause pain. Rel was opening up to another being.

Mik settled against Rel’s hips and pecked Rel’s cheek, he pulled Rel into a full, real kiss once again. Considering the rapes of the young man’s past, it was understandable, but how did he say that in words that wouldn’t open the wounds of the hear even more? Not a thing. There was nothing that he could say to make Rel feel better. His fingers found the button of Rel’s pants, he flicked it open and pecked Rel’s neck.

“You don’t have to be,” Mik murmured finally, pulling the zipper down on Rel’s pants, “just let me lead.”

And Rel did. The young man let Mik pull down his pants and set them to the side. Rel allowed Mik to strip off first his own and then Rel’s underwear. When they were naked, the difference was obvious. Mik was ready to perform and Rel… not so much.

Mik grabbed the lube and snapped open the bottle. He dabbed a bit on the tips of his fingers and trusted that that would spread it about. When he inserted the first finger, Rel gasped, but pushed his hips onto Mik. The young man had had wider, and recently. Loose but not so much as to make some kind of comment on his sex life. At the second finger, Rel cringed, but accepted it. Mik scissored his fingers, wider and then smaller, wider and smaller. Once Rel adjusted, Mik considered his size, honestly. He decided against adding a third finger. It would only make Rel anticipate what wasn’t there.

He pulled his fingers out gently and noticed how Rel’s hips moved with them, how the young man made a small sound at their loss. Obviously Mik was doing something right.

Mik washed his hands in the bowl as Rel watched. Then the man sat back and pulled a small package out of the condom box. Rel didn’t seem too impressed. The young man watch Mik fumbled with the package for a moment before he snatched it out of Mik’s hand and tore it with an odd kind of expert ease with this teeth. Rel pulled out the condom and held it for Mik to take.

Of course Mik took the condom from Rel and rolled it onto his aroused penis, but Rel was still unimpressed when Mik finished. He got it on the first time without tearing or bumbling or fucking up in some manner, shape or form. Shouldn’t he get points for that?

“No one else wore a-” Rel looked away.

Rel was hurt. Because Mik wore a condom and that suggested that Rel was diseased in some way or form. Mik nipped at Rel’s jaw as compensation.

“Paw is making me,” he murmured, “poor guy’s afraid I’ll up and die if I touch another person without protection.”

“Oh.” was all Rel said as Mik settled between his legs once more.

Rel wasn’t hard. This was not going to be easy. The pleasure that had been rolling through Rel’s body hadn’t been enough to arouse the young man, but had been enough to send the sort of wave washing through Mik that would make him think that Rel was ready and eager.

Odd.

The lubrication Mik had placed on his fingers would help. The stretching Mik had done with his fingers would help. Yet Rel, despite his reaction and his pleasure, to foreplay, didn’t exactly seem interested in the rest of the process.

Mik caught Rel’s lips. It was a light, airy kiss as he pushed his hips forward and nudged Rel’s entrance. An odd feeling, having someone besides Paw. And yet it made him crave Paw even as it drove him mad at the idea that he could, and would, have Rel.

He pushed against Rel’s entrance, just enough to penetrate, but not go much further. Rel tensed under him, the young man’s hands were clenched into the sheets. Like Mik, Rel was doing this for a reason. Rel wanted to change, was Mik’s only possible answer for the sudden desire for a sexual partner. Rel was trying to overcome something. Mik was in it for the pleasure. That he would receive, that he could give.

And so he bent at a very awkward angle and nipped at Rel’s nipped, causing the kind of shudder that he had encountered during foreplay. Rel was enticed enough to allow Mik to push just deep enough to taunt the man. The heat that surrounded him made him lust for more, even as his mind told his body to behave.

So he waited a few moments for Rel’s body to adjust before he pushed deeper. His lips trailed across Rel’s skin, his fingers grazed over the surface. Each time he pushed a little deeper, Rel was brought back to reality, but the trailing of kisses and fingers pushed Rel beyond reality, into actual pleasure. By the time their hips met, Mik was almost as confused as Rel seemed, as to whether or not the young man was enjoying the motion. Rel was only half-erect.

Not exactly a good sign for Mik.

But he pushed ahead nonetheless. Mik pulled out and pushed back into Rel slowly. The angle, the way Rel pushed his hips upward as Mik pushed in, something made the young man tense up, tighten around Mik and the low moan of pleasure escape Rel’s lips. A hand tangled in Mik’s hair as the man kissed Rel’s shoulder. He withdrew and pushed back into Rel faster, causing shivers. Withdraw and thrust, a real thrust, not gentle pushing.

Rel moaned and pushed his hips against Mik’s, wrapped a leg around the man’s hips and dug nails into a shoulder that had been bit by Paw earlier in the afternoon. Mik moved faster and Rel responded, trying to keep his hips moving in time with Mik’s, trying to thrust against Mik as Mik thrust into him. Rel did a poor job at getting the motion right, getting it down pat, but the odd sway of Rel’s hips, the difference in having someone not moving in perfect timing to his own thrusts was driving Mik mad.

He couldn’t understand it, but this kind of sex was so much … hotter… than sex with Paw.

Rel moaned under Mik. His member grazed over Mik’s stomach as the man thrust into him. Tight, surrounding heat. Mik tried to focus. Withdraw, thrust, withdraw thrust. Withdraw, thrust.

Except each thrust was faster and he was desperately wanting release as he slammed into Rel. If the young man didn’t receive him so eagerly, Mik wasn’t certain he’d be able to stop. Harder and faster, both of Rel’s legs were wrapped around Mik’s waist. At some point Mik had pulled Rel’s hips upward, to get the angel better, to get it right. Each thrust was accompanied by a moan.

Gods.

Again and again. It seemed Rel was just on the cusp of it all when Mik moaned against his neck, no longer able to control himself. Rel shuddered and let out a desperate sort of sound. Nails digging painfully into Mik’s shoulder. Each successive thrust made Rel moan louder, cry out in a larger voice.

Mik ended up pinning Rel down by the shoulders as he eagerly thrust into the young, lithe body beneath him. Rel shuddered and trembled as his legs locked suddenly around Mik’s waist, drawing the man tight against him. Mik had no choice but to rock, groaning at the lack of sensation as Rel gasped and moved in time with the rocking.

“Oh.”

He had seen pornos like this, but he had never imagined…

“Please,” Rel shuddered upward, convulsing, trying.

Mik captured Rel’s lips in his own, tongue delving into the young man’s mouth as Rel drew him close, as he met the young man’s hips. And suddenly the muscles that were convulsing tightened around him and Rel shuddered to a groaning, moaning stop. Mik loosened one leg and thrust into Rel, hard, biting his lip as small sound escaped his throat, as he thrust again and came into that marvellous body beneath him.

Oh yes. He had enjoyed that.

Mik withdrew carefully, removed himself as if he was still trying to seduce someone, and pulled the condom off, dropping it into the little garbage bin that had been provided for him. He pulled Rel close and nuzzled the young man’s neck.

He had most definitely enjoyed that.


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