Sequel

When I first plotted this, it was a hundred percent consensual. Rel changed his mind from when I started writing to when it got to that point and I was like ... but I couldn't change the post. Despite all and all, I'm quite pleased with the results. It's a language and cultural barrier.

I feel sorry for Rel, but only because he's in denial.

Oh, and his ass is sore. But that was a ... issue. I'd say I'm unhappy with Rel, but considering his god is Illuva, I really should have expected him to be unable to keep his mind made up about sex, most especially after his experience with sex in the past.

Sucks. It does.

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Mm moved close to Rel and poked the man with his nose, a strange touch, though completely within most bounds of public touching. Just a light poke in the shoulder and a sad puppy dog look. Rel frowned at Mm, not understanding what the Sidhe wanted and went back to eating.

Mm seemed to not be interested in the food this time around. His entire focus was Rel. After getting up from a nap, they found more food waiting for them. Rel’s stomach was already growling, and so he sat down to eat, but Mm looked over the food and seemed uninterested in the variety available to him.

The Sidhe had put on weight over his time with Rel. He was no longer bones and flesh, but had a thin covering over the bones, there was some meat on his tall frame. The healthy appetite Mm showed towards food was beginning to tinge the rest of Mm’s interests.

At that thought, Rel stiffened and pulled away from Mm. It was said that any healthy male had certain appetites. And there was one specific appetite that Mm hadn’t satisfied in any way or form.

Sexual.

Mm’s hopeful look drooped, the Sidhe hunched just slightly and grasped the index finger of one hand with his other hand. He looked away and downward, then back at Rel to gage the man’s reaction before hunkering lower and looking back downward.

Rel sighed and spread his arms away from his sides. He was there for the Sidhe, not for his own comfort. That’s what he told himself as Mm grinned widely and tackled him.

The air wooshed out of Rel’s lungs as he hit the floor. Mm hovered above him for a moment, looking him up and down as if asking him if he actually meant to …

Rel spread his legs and Mm grinned.

Mm sat back and stripped off his shirt and pants, kicking the pants to the side. The look he gave Rel clearly stated that he expected the man to do the same. Rel stripped and lay on the cold concrete, not entirely certain that he really wanted to do this on the floor. He didn’t really want to do it, but fucked if he was going to tell something that could tear him limb from limb that nookie wasn’t an option because he didn’t feel like it. He glanced at the bed and wondered if he could convince Mm to move there.

The Sidhe followed his look and plucked Rel up off the floor, carrying the man to the bed. Mm set Rel atop the blankets and climbed atop him once more.

“Neh,” Mm murmured against Rel’s neck.

Mm settled between Rel’s legs and went about his business. Rel clenched his teeth at the intrusion and the burning pain of it all. The Sidhe was not quick, not by far, he took his time and may have even tried to be gentle.

But the Sidhe wasn’t some murderer, in prison because his wife made one too many comments about his micropenis. Mm was the largest Rel had ever had, likely an aspect that most Sidhe shared, considering the differences in size between a people and a Sidhe body.

When Mm finally came, Rel breathed a sigh of relief. The Sidhe carefully withdrew, sweat glistening over his arms and shoulders as he dropped beside Rel, panting. For several minutes, the only sound in the room was Mm’s breath.

Then the Sidhe sat up and frowned. Mm looked down at Rel’s flaccid form and then up at Rel’s face. It seemed that whatever Mm was thinking about, it frustrated him. The Sidhe slid part way down the bed and kissed just above Rel’s groin. The Sidhe managed to hit just the right nerve, sending shivers through Rel’s body.

“Neh,” Mm’s fingers grazed over Rel.

“Eh?” Rel didn’t understand what Mm meant, didn’t understand how Mm’s fingers could elicit such a reaction out of his tired, abused body.

In moments Rel was hard. The man gasped at the sight of himself rising -the first time in nearly a year such a thing had happened outside of a dream- and shuddered as Mm opened his mouth and breathed gently over him. Mm teased for only a moment before taking Rel’s entire length into his mouth.

The warmth of another’s mouth reminded him of a certain other warmth that he really didn’t want to think of. The flick of Mm’s tongue over the underside of his shaft made him gasp and tingle from his toes up to the top of his head. As Mm’s head moved up and down, Rel groaned and bit his hand.

Even the throb of his ass couldn’t stop the pleasure riddling his system. With a gasping moan, Rel came into Mm’s mouth and the Sidhe lapped it up eagerly.

Quite satisfied with himself, Mm laid down between Rel and the wall, closing his eyes and seemingly falling asleep.

Rel waited ten minutes, until the trickling between his buttocks became too much for him to bear, before he slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, scrubbing every inch of skin he had, as well as some he forgot he had had. He winced as the water ran between his legs and carried off the red of blood.

He thought he understood, about the sex. Sidhe didn’t have one way sex. It wasn’t one getting off and the other just taking it. Rel could have said no, which meant he only had himself to blame for the pain in his ass. Not that anyone from the program had bothered fucking explaining that.

Thank you very fucking much.

He scrubbed until his skin was red from heat and soap before he shut off the shower and stepped out. He dried himself and went back to the living area, towel around his waist, for his clothing.

Mm was up. The Sidhe was looking at the bed, puzzled.

“Problem?” Rel asked Mm.

The Sidhe plucked up the blanket they had had sex upon. In the middle of it was a spot of blood, larger than was healthy, really. Well. Mm was big and there hadn’t been lube, what had been expected? The creature walked towards Rel and motioned towards the blood questioningly.

“Blood,” Rel said.

Mm frowned, turned his head just to the side, like a dog catching a far off sound. The Sidhe’s nostrils flared, his chest puffed out.

Rel could feel the trickle of blood down his leg. He had hoped that that had stopped, considering his time in the shower and all. But obviously he was wrong.

Mm pointed at Rel’s crotch, “boo lud?”

“…yes…” was admitting it a bad thing?

Mm snarled and threw the blanket away, the Sidhe turned his back on Rel and snapped several words in his own language, annoyed and angry and in tones that didn’t need translations. Mm was pissed.

When the Sidhe turned back to Rel, his expression was one of concern, not anger or annoyance. The Sidhe picked Rel up easily and took the man back to the bed. Mm set Rel down very carefully and tucked the blankets around him. Mm wandered off as Rel stared up at the ceiling, completely confused.

Was Mm seriously upset because Rel had gotten hurt?

Mm returned a moment later with his blanket. The blanket. The one that Rel couldn’t touch without Mm freaking out in some manner or form. The Sidhe tucked the extra blanket around Rel and crouched beside the bed. Mm gave Rel a mopey, sad kind of look and set his head on the bed by Rel’s hand. The Sidhe very gently took Rel’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Rel closed his eyes and told himself that Mm was doing something that for a Sidhe meant something like good sex.

He just wouldn’t let himself believe that the reassuring squeeze of Mm’s hand was Mm doing for Rel what Rel had done for Mm. Mm wasn’t doing a bedside vigil. He was just…

Rel squeezed his eyes tighter shut.

He was just doing something that in Sidhe meant something entirely different.


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