Aftermath

Let's just say being sick while on vacation and stuck at home because your plans got cancelled at the last moment is like having your teeth pulled by king kong.

I've done no writing since my last update besides what is below and this was done (while recovering) because of a review I found this morning as I was starting to feel better. I'm still okay, not the best to be sure, but that doesn't mean I will get much writing done over the last few days of my vacation.

To those who read Adaptation and are awaiting the new chapter, recall I said it is one of those stores that will likely take a very long time between chapters. That being said, I've yet to start the new chapter due to being ill as could be.

This has been flouncing through my head since my fever and let me tell you, it is not fun having a fever and having Una getting a wicked idea in his head. This is not the original conversation they had though, due to the face that... well.. I was fevered. I woke remembering only the position. Sad, but true.

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Una closed the door of the spice trailer, locked it and then leaned on it for good measure. The immortal removed his hat and placed it a peg in the wall. Purple eyes roved up and down Durth before Una sighed and placed his hands behind his back.

“What happened?”

“Apparently I tried to drink Ayan under the table,” Durth grumbled, slumping into a nearby chair.

“What do you recall happening?”

“Raya fighting Deaths,” Durth muttered, rubbing at his face, “Tanek shaking him like a doll.”

“By the neck?”

“Yes.” The oddity of that comment made Durth look up at Una, “how’d you know?”

Una sighed again, “Because Raya came to me complaining of a sore neck. Said he slept funny. I will go fetch Whisper. He can help most headaches, no matter the cost. Sit still and try not to move too quickly. I will be back shortly.”

Durth didn’t have time to answer, for Una was gone by the time he looked up again. With a groan, he rubbed at his eyes and tried not to think too loudly. It seemed like moments later that Una returned and closed the door a bit too loudly. Durth growled, wincing at the sound of his own voice, and looked up.

“Whisper died in his sleep,” Una muttered, locking the door behind him. The immortal chewed his bottom lip, considering Durth, “a tea then, I suppose. Though if Ayan was playing about inside your head, the tea won’t do much for the pain.”

“What will it do much for?”

“Your libido.”

“My wha…?”

“Sex.”

“So. If it works, I’ve got no pain and if it doesn’t work, I get sex?”

“Yes.”

“Give me the tea. It’s a win, win, either way it goes. And no, before you say something, I don’t care if it causes me to want sex or something because I already want it and if it’s an excuse to tumble in bed with you, I’m not soon to decline it.” Durth winced as he finished speaking, his whole head feeling like an enormous, echoing cavern.

“Then why not just skip the tea and go straight to the sex?” Una said, kneeling by Durth’s side, “since we both know the tea won’t help that head of yours.”

Durth leaned towards Una and captured the immortal’s lips in his own. His tongue thrust into Una’s mouth, hand tangling in the troupe master’s hair. Durth shuddered and pulled away. He wanted it and he wanted it badly. Tongue flickering over his lips, Durth contemplated his reaction. He wanted Una, there was no question about it, but it was how he could practically feel the other man’s skin, how he knew about the way Una’s muscles could ripple beneath the skin.

“Durth.”

Durth kissed Una again, a desperate thing that he fumbled up, “I need you.” needed him to wipe away the memories, needed him to prove that this was existence.

Una didn’t hesitate, he stood and drew Durth to his feet, nuzzling the young man’s neck as he tugged upward. Lips and teeth nipping at exposed skin, Una walked backwards and pulled Durth with him towards the bed. At the edge, Una turned, pushing Durth onto the bed.

The immortal smirked down at Durth and slid out of his shirt. The fabric hit the floor, rustling quietly as Una leaned forward to capture Durth’s lips. Hands agonizingly absent from Durth’s flesh, Una deepened the kiss. For a moment all there was were those lips, and then suddenly hands were pushing up under Durth’s shirt, nails grazing over the skin. Una worked Durth’s shirt up and over his head, tossing it over his shoulder idly.

Una tangled his fingers in Durth’s hair, tugging just hard enough to cause sensation, “take them off,” Una whispered in Durth’s ear, adjusting his weight.

Durth leaned back to untie the lacing that held his pants up, looking down he realised where Una’s hands had been before. The immortal was completely naked and hard. Durth swallowed and tugged at his pants. The fabric seemed to cling in all the wrong places and refused to be pulled down. Una’s hands slid down Durth’s sides and snagged under the disobedient fabric, pulling it down and off of the young man.

Skin against skin, the two lay for a moment before Una smiled at Durth, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the last time we lay together.”

It was only a few days before. Durth didn’t dare tell Una that and instead smiled and leaned up, kissing Una passionately. He spread his legs and adjusted his hips, expecting Una to take full advantage.

“No,” Una pulled back, growling as he did so, “shift onto the bed, there’s a position I want to try with you.”

“There’s a position you haven’t tried yet?” Durth said jokingly.

“Probably,” was Una’s response as he slid off the bed and moved to a cupboard, “I’ve not tied a partner in over a thousand years, does that count as not trying it?”

“I… suppose so,” Durth said, moving onto the bed properly.

He watched as Una pulled a glass bottle from the cupboard and pulled the cork out of it. The immortal dipped a finger into the glass and Durth realised what the liquid was. Una set the bottle onto the bedside, fold down table and settled beside Durth. The young man spread his legs obediently and looked up at the ceiling. Una made a small sound at the back of his throat as if acknowledging Durth’s sudden uncomfortable feeling.

The finger seemed worse than the first time. It took longer for Durth to relax and for Una to add another finger. Even longer before Una withdrew both and slicked himself up, settling between Durth’s legs.

“Now this may be uncomfortable.”

Durth frowned at Una and the immortal made a small sound at the back of his throat, picking up first one, then the other of Durth’s legs and positioning them over his shoulders. Durth understood the position, had heard of it even, but didn’t quite understand what was so good about it. Not until Una was inside him and thrusting. Not until he was shuddering and unable to quite his moans. Biting down on his finger, Durth tried his best not to make a sound.

Every movement was too much and yet not enough. It drove him to the very edge of sanity to be pleasured like that and all he could do was mewl and dig his fingers into the blankets, praying to the gods that he didn’t make enough of a racket to bring the villagers to the trailer.

Una shuddered to a stop a moment before Durth came. In truth the movement kept him going because he wanted more and the lack of it was too much for him to withstand. He tensed, waiting for the tidal wave of pleasure to disappear before he forced himself to relax, forced himself to breath. The panting that came from his mouth was accompanied by little sounds as Una withdrew and collapsed beside him.

The immortal looked very pleased with himself as he said, “I thought you might enjoy that position.”

Durth shuddered at the mere thought of the motion, “yes, yes I did enjoy that.” he panted heavily, wanting to be able to have the breath to express some sort of gratitude.

Even as his breathing calmed down, Una curled around Durth, setting his head on the younger man’s shoulder, and let out a sigh of contentment. The immortal traced lazy circles across Durth’s chest and abdomen, distracting Durth from the odd memories and thoughts.

“We are several weeks away from a Whisper,” Una murmured finally, “your head, like as not, will act up until we get you seen to. Ayan will not reverse what he has done and no one else is capable of reversing it. And. Well. That Whisper is the Sidhe Whisper. Would that be a problem?”

“No. Sidhe Whisper, people Whisper. All of them could eat my brain just as much as the other one.” Durth huffed out with a breath, right before he breathed in heavily. Durth paused for a moment, “wait. Do you mean. That Sidhe Whisper? The Sidhe Whisper?”

“Yes, he’s on his way back to his tribe from an outing. He wants to meet up with the troupe and chat with Ayan. You might as well get fixed at the same time,” Una lifted his head off of Durth’s shoulder, fingers pausing in the middle of a circle, “is that a problem?”

“No. No problem.” except that Whisper would likely kill him.

“Whisper Paw is harmless, really.”

“I said it was no problem.”

Silence presided over the trailer for a long moment before Una said, “I can tell when someone is lying, Durth.”

“So fuck me,” was the only response Durth could come up with and it was really a reflex action.

“Fine. I will.”

“Fine. You do that.” Durth snapped a moment before it dawned on him what he had just said.

Oh, bad. Or… was it good?

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