Aftermath

This took ... a week? To write. Wow, that sucks. Part of this taking so long was the ending. I don't know if it's Durth or if it's me in my current state of mind or what kind of issues are causing that. But, holy gods is that awkward. I think part of it is Durth's mindset. Part of it is most definately me.

As I said in the last author's note, it is really hard to write happy when you're about ready to declare yourself emo for a month.

The first half was written before I got any reviews on the last chapter. One made me giggle, because of the content of the review, one made me question my commas and periods. Which might have added to the awkwardness of it, but it's good practice to pay attention to those things.

Read, Review and Enjoy.





Cool hands touched his temples, a youthful face turned to the side and grinned at him, green eyes bright but too deep.

“Ayato.”

“Ayan,” the face corrected him, “he’ll have moments,” Ayan pulled away as Durth recalled who and what he was, “if you catch him off guard like what you do with father to get him to answer. But I wouldn’t suggest doing that.”

“What happened?” Durth asked, “And who is Ayato?”

Una glanced at Durth and looked back at Ayan, “what did happen? Higher spirits awaken at the end of their lives, not at a fit young age.”

“He’s not a higher spirit,” Ayan muttered, holding up his hands as if to stop Una from doing something, “Lillow started something the other day, something that’s not doing anything bad, but something you did sent him off.”

“He talked to me like I was Tyz,” Durth groaned as he sat up, then he realised the oddity of such a specific statement, “whoa.”

Ayan turned back to the bed and settled on the edge, “Well he’s a bit emotional right now, Una, not you.” those cool fingers touched the side of his face and Durth felt the icy tingle. Like an air conditioner on a hot day, “nightmares and such.”

“He told me he hadn’t slept and that he had a craving he couldn’t act upon.”

“I didn’t expect to act upon,” Una said quickly, “there is a difference.”

“Which isn’t me, by the way,” Durth frowned at how the words he didn’t mean to say came out of his mouth, he batted Ayan’s hand away from his cheek, “what’d you do to me?”

“The memory wasn’t sitting in the right spot, I’ve placed it where it belongs,” Ayan muttered, “of course, you aren’t ready to recall the rest of that memory yet, so you may find yourself a bit hazy on the details of what you remembered.”

“Vera.”

“Right, and what colour are her eyes?”

“Uhm.” and he knew it, he knew he knew it but couldn’t seem to recall. It was like getting a pop quiz in school. He had studied for the test but somehow nothing came to mind when he actually needed it.

“You will remember in time,” Ayan said quietly, standing from the bed and turning to Una, “he needs food and rest. Don’t forget food.”

Why was he stressing…

Durth shook his head and almost missed the door closing behind Ayan as the young man left. Una was sitting at the table, a plate with a piece of fish and cubed potato, a bun on the side. The immortal stood and walked to the bed. A hand set on either side of Durth’s head and drew the man’s face upward. Lips met his for a lingering moment.

“You scared me,” Una whispered, “I don’t like being scared.”

He liked the taste of Una’s lips. The sweet oddness that meant Una had helped himself to a bit of wine while he waited for Ayan to do finish. Durth leaned forward and captured Una’s lips with his own, tongue darting into the immortal’s mouth as he lifted his hands and tangled his fingers in Una’s hair. He leaned backwards, pulling the immortal with him.

They ended up sprawled across the width of the bed, Durth on the bottom, Una atop him. The immortal held himself off of Durth with his hands but the rest of Una was tense.

“Durth,” Una tried to protest as their lips parted for the briefest of moments.

No, Durth wasn’t entirely certain what he was doing, but he ground his hips upward, against Una’s leg. He wanted this and he wanted it badly. Durth finally pulled away and settled on the mattress.

Una swallowed, hard, “I don’t think we should. It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“It’s hard to resist you as it is-”

“So?” Durth snapped at him, shifting out from under Una and onto the length of the bed, “I. Have invited you to. To. Well, you know.”

“Ravage you.”

“Ravage me. And there you are denying me of the pleasure I crave and, and…” his head gave him words he didn’t think would work, but he said them anyway, “by denying me the fulfillshon of my craving you are denying me my instincts. I want to be ravaged. If you don’t ravage me I might never want it again and you’ll be to blame for my lack of… craving.”

“Fullfillshon?” Una muttered, lips curling upward, “is not a word.”

“Well. It is when I’m not being ravaged. I will make up words until you -”

“Put your mouth to better use?”

It was Durth’s turn to swallow hard, “I’m not sure I want to do that. Part of. That.”

“Are you saying,” Una grinned, “oh, I am going to enjoy this.”

“Enjoy what?”

“Pleasuring my little innocent,” Una’s finger trailed down the side of Durth’s face, pausing on his chin, “young man.”

“I’m not a young man,” Durth snorted, “I’m twenty-four, almost twenty-five.”

Una rolled his eyes and kissed Durth. The kiss deepened as Una’s hands roamed up Durth’s torso and back down again. Fingers pushed under the top of Durth’s pants, sending tremors of anticipation and fear through the younger man. The tongue that delved into Durth’s mouth distracted him from Una’s hands slipping further under his pants, pushing the fabric downward. Una adjusted his weight and stripped the pair of pants off of Durth.

“Flesh against flesh,” Una murmured, pressing his torso against Durth’s. The immortal’s skin was on fire, his usual cool flesh burning up as if he had a fever.

“Are you-” Durth reached out and touched Una’s arm lightly, “sick?”

“I’m fine, it will pass,” Una said in response, capturing Durth’s lips with his own. The lingering kiss broke off and Una grinned, “it just means I’m aroused.”

“Aroused? But you’re between my legs and I don’t feel anything,” Durth said puzzled. Una adjusted his weight again, poking Durth’s hip and causing the young man to squeak.

Una kissed and petted his way down Durth’s torso and made a small, curious sound at the back of his throat when he reached the younger man’s privates. Durth hadn’t expected the teeth on the side of his member, grazing over his skin. The tongue darted over him, teasing him for a moment before Una sat back, looking very pleased with himself.

Una climbed off the bed and kicked off his pants. He walked to one of the cupboards and pulled it open, glancing over at Durth as he smiled.

“Mint, or jasmine?”

“Jasmine doesn’t grow around here.”

“I… know a person who knows a person,” Una said, smile growing wider as he pulled out a glass bottle with a cork stopper in it. The immortal approached the bed and set the bottle on the little table beside the bed. He slid under the covers once more and pecked Durth on the forehead, “Jasmine and orchid and the like. Whatever,” a kiss, “I,” a nibble to Durth’s shoulder blade, “want.”

Durth wrapped his arms around Una’s neck and dragged the immortal’s face to his own. Their lips pressed together, Durth’s tongue delved into Una’s mouth. Durth could tell Una was groping at something beside the bed but he didn’t let the immortal’s lips go. The heat that was building up in his stomach.

This was nothing like when he had been with the Brother back at the compound.

It was awkward as hell, despite all and all, and Durth was going along with it because he wanted to. But wanting something to happen and actually getting through it without the awkward, embarrassing mistakes was impossible.

So he let Una pull away and stiffened when he realised what Una had been playing with. The immortal had two fingers coated in whatever was in the bottle.

“What are you doing with those?” Durth squeaked.

Una bent, kissing Durth’s cheek as a hand slipped between Durth’s legs, “What else would I be doing with them?” The intrusion was not unwelcome but Durth still stiffened. Una murmured reassuringly in Durth’s ear until Durth relaxed. When Una pushed his fingers deeper into Durth, the young man whined and pushed his hips downward.

And then he moaned as Una’s fingers grazed that spot inside of him.

“There?” Una pressed his fingers into it, eliciting another moan from Durth, “Oh yes, I think that is it.”

Durth whimpered as Una stretched him. Something was clawing at him and he was fighting to keep it controlled but at the same time he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to fight it. Una withdrew his fingers and reached for the bottle again.

“I don’t think either of us would survive much longer if I continued that,” Una said, quickly popping the cork out of the bottle and poured a small amount of the oil into the palm of his hand. He spent a moment covering himself, then setting the re-corked bottle onto the table once more, “relax.”

“I’ve been had before,” Durth muttered as Una settled between his legs.

“Good, then you know.”

Durth almost asked ‘know what?’ but kept his mouth shut as Una spread Durth’s legs just a little more and adjusted his own hips. There was no warning, Una penetrated Durth. The young man bit down on his lip and tried not to make a sound. Una bent his head to Durth’s shoulder and let out a small sound.

“Owe.”

Una’s head jerked upward, “what? You said you had been had before.”

“I have,” Durth winced and adjusted his hips, “it didn’t hurt as much last time.”

Which only made the immortal grin and push deeper into Durth. Again Durth tensed. This time Una kissed and caressed, petted until Durth relaxed. The slow movement eased Durth into it but at the same time drove him mad. Every time Una pushed deeper, the immortal managed to graze over that spot. When their hips finally met, Durth wrapped a leg around Una’s waist to keep the immortal from withdrawing too far.

Una pulled as far out as Durth’s legs would allow him and then rocked back in. The motion made them both moan.

“Move your leg,” Una grumbled, thrusting again.

Durth’s body tingled. The small thrusts were just enough. He rocked into them and stubbornly refused to move his leg. Una moaned against his shoulder, biting down on Durth’s flesh. Tangling his fingers in Una’s hair, Durth rocked into each thrust, breathing heavily as he tried not to lose control.

“Move your…” Una let out a whine against Durth’s shoulder, shuddering as his shallow thrusts sped up.

The heat in Durth’s belly spread into his limbs. Pleasure riddled his system but not so much that he didn’t catch Una’s hand by the wrist and pull it away from his leg. Una clutched at the bedspread instead, thrusting desperately. Moving his hips in time to Una’s thrusts, Durth closed his eyes and focused on staying in control. He had to stay in control.

And then he caught something, like a shadow out the corner of his eye except inside his head. Durth cried out as Una slammed into him. The immortal moaned and thrust three more times before he stilled, panting against Durth’s shoulder.

“Again?” Durth panted, wanting that feeling to continue.

Una withdrew and dropped to the side, still panting, “maybe later. If you still want it later.”

“What’s that mean?”

“That means,” Una said, curling around Durth, “you might change your mind when your body catches up to your mind.”

“Body catches up-” Durth tried to adjust his hips and cringed, whining at the throbbing that was spreading too quickly through his bottom half. Not unpleasant, but not exactly enabling movement.

“Like I said, maybe later.”


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