Partner

For 15k hits? Or... because plot happened to say it should happen. I do hope you enjoy it. If there is a continuity error? It's because I kept going off in search of unsexy thoughts so that I could at least focus and stop writing morn and vord. Why vord? Because it's just that side of cried. On your keyboard.

Anywho... I was surprised I got this done tonight. I was surprised I managed to write it without alerting anyone else in the house as to what I was doing and I'm also surprised I got it done in under an hour. Go me.

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Paw was waiting for Mik when he got home. Mik tossed his keys onto the counter unceremoniously and sighed in Paw’s general direction.

“Sidhe may not trade favours, but I’m still people, I had to trade one to get the cameras off.”

“Off for many hours, cameras are,” Paw’s head turned to the side.

“Can you hear the cameras?” Mik motioned with a finger towards the ceiling, “do they buzz or something?”

“All technology make bbbbbzzzzzz or whzzzzzz on low tone,” Paw shrugged, “I hear, some people do hears, because some people in-tune with odd tones of the hearing spectrum… with.. Yeah. Some people hear them too.”

“Ah. So… tonight,” Mik shifted from one foot to the other.

“Yes. Souse be over soons. Edno has drink of smelly stuff then goes to sleep with newspaper on face on nights of the second day.”

“Interesting…” considering none of the partners were supposed to have alcohol. How much had that cost Edno? Or was it a test for the program, see how Sidhe reacted to the stuff?

Paw wrung his hands together, “Mik hungry? Paw can make salad or…”

“No. Mik not hungry. But I am going to go shower,” he murmured, giving Paw’s temple a peck as he passed the Sidhe on the way to the bathroom, “no questions?”

“No.”

“Not even, ‘was it good for you?’” Mik asked.

“Mik stop jokes.”

“Not quite a joke, love.”

Paw giggled as Mik turned to face him and clamped a hand over his traitorous mouth as he glared at Mik, “no time for questions. Save energy for night.”

“Save energy? For what a…” Sidhe stamina… was far beyond people stamina. And he was about to… “I’m going to go shower and pray to the gods that this doesn’t end with me dead or something.”

“Mik no die!” Paw called after him.

“Don’t plan on it,” Mik called back.

He showered, he shaved, he looked himself in the mirror and wondered if that was fear knotting up in his stomach or anticipation. Paw didn’t know how to have sex, everything he had learned had been from bad pornos and Mik. Souse knew how to handle a woman… did he know how to handle a man? Was there a difference to Sidhe love making, between a man and a woman and a man and a man?

Mik dressed and moved to the kitchen to wait Paw. It wasn’t long before Souse entered the apartment. To say Mik felt uncomfortable was putting it lightly. He had no idea what to expect.

Souse’s blue eyes darted over Mik, then to Paw and back to Mik, “Mik agrees?”

“Yes,” Mik murmured.

The change was instant. Something dangerous flashed over Souse’s eyes as he slouched back just slightly, “Bedroom.”

Paw turned and moved. Mik hesitated. Souse’s eyes fell on Mik and Mik thought his body had dropped out from under him and he was only a floating head. He turned and moved to the bedroom in a daze. In the bedroom, Paw sat at the end of the nest, awaiting the next order, perhaps. He shot Mik a dirty look as Mik entered but smiled at Souse when the older male entered.

Souse took the time to close the door, bringing the room to a suddenly very small size. He turned back to Paw and motioned to the window. Paw closed the curtains and flicked on the small, dim light that the Sidhe bedrooms had been equipped with. Nothing more than to give enough light for a person to find the door with, really. Maybe a little brighter than that. Bright enough for a Sidhe, he supposed, as he saw Souse’s eyes flash.

Like an animal’s does as night when it catches the light just right.

“Undress,” Souse said.

Mik reached for his shirt as Souse held up his hand. The Sidhe pointed at Paw, “not you.”

Souse… only wanted him… undressed? Even his mind squeaked out as Mik’s fingers shook and the buttons seemed to stick in their place. The shirt finally came off and the pants, being sweats, slid right off and hit the floor. He stepped out of those and stood naked before Souse’s eyes.

Up and down and back up again without pausing on anyone aspect. Souse met Mik’s eyes and said, “undress me.”

Mik forced himself to breath slower as he stepped towards Souse and fumbled with the Sidhe’s buttons. Souse was going to think him a fool. Grew up with these clothes yet couldn’t get them off when he had to get them off. Damned fingers.

Damned shaking.

Souse’s pants were on the floor before Mik knew it and Mik tried not to look down. The small glance as the pants fell was enough.

Sidhe were larger than people in… all aspects except perhaps waist size.

“On the bed. Nest.” Souse caught himself as he glanced at the nest.

Mik moved to the nest and sat on the edge. Souse came over and pushed him into the blankets with a steady, strong hand. The hand trailed down his chest and for a moment, Souse almost looked dreamily at Mik. For a moment Mik wondered where Souse’s other hand was.

Then something hard poked him. Souse saw the shocked, mildly pained look on Mik’s face and adjusted his hips. The Sidhe buried his face in the side of Mik’s neck as he penetrated Mik.

Mik gasped, arched upward and found his fingers were digging into Souse’s shoulders. Bigger than Paw. Big enough to notice the difference immediately. Maybe that was how it always-

“Ah,” Mik shuddered and pushed his hips downward, trying to alleviate the pressure but doing nothing more than impaling himself further.

Souse’s teeth found his throat. A gentle growl and a hand pushing his hips into the blankets, so that he couldn’t move quite so easily. The other hand plucked first one, then the other of Mik’s hands from Souse’s shoulders and pinned them above Mik’s head. A small trickle of blood rand down Souse’s right shoulder.

Hazily, Mik felt Paw’s hand on his foot, a reassuring, comforting pat as Souse pushed further in and his toes curled. His hips wouldn’t move under Souse’s hands, not by much, but his back came off the blankets and he tensed, shuddering as Souse’s breath came quicker on his neck. Pressure and not quite pain rocked his body even as he tried to rock his hips downward.

Souse muttered something and gave a quick but shallow thrust, murmuring in Mik’s ear when he cried out in actual pain. The hand left Mik’s hip for a moment, to brush a bit of hair out of Mik’s face. An instant later Mik tried to adjust his hips only to cause Souse to brush against … something.

He didn’t think the sound that came from his mouth was possible. A wave of pleasure rocked him and he tried to move his hips like that again but Souse’s hands, both of them, held his hips still as Souse pushed further into him. Causing more pain and driving him back from the edge momentarily.

“Ha, ha, what?” Souse murmured, pushing further before Mik was ready for it. Their hips finally met and Mik cried out as he desperately tried to move his hips, “ha, ha, what? Hmm? What do you want Mik?”

“Please,” he struggled uselessly as those strong hands pinned him to the bed.

Souse pulled out of him. Mik whimpered at the loss and how Souse managed to brush that special spot as he withdrew. A motion over his shoulder and a naked Paw came to lay beside Mik, pulled Mik atop him. Mik kissed the bared neck, the shoulder’s, spread Paw’s legs and slammed into the Sidhe. He moaned as Paw whimpered but made to protestation. Kisses around Paw’s mouth, wanting Paw to accept him fully as he rocked into the creature beneath him.

Paw finally drew Mik’s lips to his and locked lips with him, kissing, tongue darting over his lips and teeth.

Mik should have known it was a distraction.

When Souse slammed into him, his back arched, his head hit Souse’s chest and he cried out as shudder after agonizing shudder ran through his body. He wanted it to end. He wanted it to go on forever. He had heard of blissful agony before but he had never thought that it was actually possible to attain that level in the real world.

An arm wrapped around his midsection. Paw pulled him down as Souse leaned down on him and slammed in again. Mik’s hips thrust against Paw’s, finding little to cause friction. It was enough to drive him mad, but not enough to give him release.

Trying to find it for himself, he thrust back onto Souse as the Sidhe behind him slammed into him and when Souse withdrew he slammed into Paw below him. His hand found Paw’s shaft as he stroked faster than he thrust. Finally Paw moaned, gasping as Souse slammed into Mik as Mik lost the rhythm. The motion cause Mik to thrust into Paw and for one moment they were all so close together.

Souse moaned… or gasped… or something… behind Mik, fingers digging into Mik’s shoulder as the pace quickened, as the breath on his back came out in ragged sounds. Mik did his best to keep up an even pace but every time he thought he had it, thought he could please Paw with more than just sex, his mind stumbled, Souse hit that spot or Paw’s muscles tightened around him.

It was all… too much.

Mik gasped as Souse slammed into him again His muscles clenched around Souse as Paw’s clenched around him.

It wasn’t even possible.

Of course it was possible. Paw’s half lidded eyes met Mik’s for one moment of startling clarity before the smaller Sidhe cried out, arched upward and came with a shudder.

Possible. But improbable. Mik moaned as Souse continued to thrust into him, faster and harder, a desperate kind of rhythm.

Improbable? As if. Mik could almost hear a chuckle as he came and Souse’s teeth found the now healed shoulder. A gentle nibble to remind him who was in control as Souse moaned against his skin and stilled.

Mik collapsed against Paw, sweat the only thing that offered him coolness as he lay between the two panting Sidhe.

He didn’t think he could do that again.



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