Sequel

I started this yesterday and got to the house part before having to go to work... thus all I thought about at work was the house. The part I wrote today didn't quite turn out as planned...but considering the fact that Rel doesn't exactly have a good history with male/male sex, I'd have to say that is what is going on. Muan will fix that with enough time.

As of tomorrow, my Tuesday/Wednesday thing turns into a Monday- Wednesday thing. As in, I'm basically gone for three days. Having to work full time to put yourself through university has a slight downside... So if I don't update tonight, I'll see you all Wednesday night or Thursday afternoon.

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Muan took Rel’s hand and stepped off of the rock formation, onto a path made of ash and bone. As they stepped onto the path, the ground beneath Rel’s feet turned to a thick mud. He didn’t pause to see what was actually going on, he simply followed Muan, not wanting to be left behind on this path.

The sun over head turned red and then dimmed before going out completely. Sand quickly changed to blackened, dead trees that still stood. Stars over head winked out, one by one, by one.

Rel glanced behind them and started at the blood that now filled his footsteps. He tightened his grip on Muan’s hand, even as the Sidhe disappeared in the darkness. Rel could still feel Muan’s hand, could ‘feel’ Muan if he focused everything he had on the Sidhe. But he couldn’t see or hear Muan. It was like suddenly going blind and deaf.

While the sand creature was about to eat him.

Rel trusted Muan’s grip in his own and allowed the Sidhe to lead on. At the first sign of movement to one side of the path, Rel closed his eyes and squeezed them shut tight. He counted to ten and then opened his eyes.

And gasped.

Around them the trees had come to life and swelled, growing so large that Rel could hardly see the top branches. The cracks in the trunk went so deep that he could have lost his hand in one of them. Roots dove under the path, but did not break it. Sunlight filtered in overhead but speckled the path instead of beating down mercilessly. Not a single leaf sat on the path. And to either side was grass. Grass, as if. This were someone’s lawn and the trees had sprouted up over night.

The forest around them took his breath away, but the path they were on frightened him, if only for the context. The ash here had been worn away, revealing bone after bone after bone. White, bleached, aged bones were laid down as their path. Embedded in the bones, here and there, were nails and bits of metal that had broken off. Rel glanced down and leapt a foot in the air when he realised he was standing on a child’s skull.

“The path to everything is laid with the bones of our ancestors,” Muan murmured, grinning when Rel looked at him, “Rel understanding? Understanding is part of this world, the stripping away of language barriers. Understanding?”

“Yes,” Rel squeaked.

“Good! Almost there.”

“Almost where- isn’t this your world?”

“No. This is me. World is beyond that hill.” Muan motioned and a hill appeared before them.

The pair walked to the hill and up it. They stopped on the ridge and looked down at the land.

The path abruptly stopped. Nothing but grass and wildflowers to step on for miles around. Off in the distance Rel could make out mountains, rising proudly over the lands. The forest they had walked to surrounded a huge plain, protecting it and yet cutting it off from everything else. A small river bent its way through the plain and fell into a basin. To the east the plain dipped down suddenly, a rocky outcrop creating a waterfall as the river tumbled over it. At the base was a lake. Large enough to swim in, large enough to have fish in.

And beside the lake was a stone house. Made of huge stones and every shade of gray possible. The small glass windows had shutters on either side of them and the door was painted blue. Between the house and them was a small, lightly trod path, but a path none the less. Muan led Rel down the path, smiling at the house.

“Wouldn’t…” Rel puzzled over the house, over the huge trees, over it all and couldn’t quite understand, “you prefer a tree or something. A… big one? To. You know. Life in?”

Life in. He had said life in.

“Tribe was cave dwellers. Envy the people and their houses but never want to life such a way. Bad for health and such. But…” the sky darkened over head, even though there wasn’t a cloud up there and the sun was still shining, “past four generations… raised on farm, by masters. Buildings seem more comfortable than cave now. Tree seems… stupid.”

They stood at the door of the house. The house was not huge, it was not small either. It was a perfectly reasonable size and had one floor and a thatched roof. One that likely never had to be replaced. Beside the door was a rain barrel. To the other side of the door was a bench made out of what looked like drift wood. Into one arm was carved a set of initials with a heart around it. A.A.

When Muan opened the door, Rel half expected a pack of screaming children or a wife or… something. But inside was empty. The heart stood along the west wall and to the east there was a set of steps. Outside one floor… inside two? The steps led to a porch like second floor that held several single beds. At the end of each bed was a small wooden chest, painted many bright colours.

Under the steps, and thus under the porch like second floor, was a double bed. It’s frame was light coloured and its bedding made up of scraps of other things. A patchwork quilt. Another quilt, apparently in the middle of being constructed, lay neglected on a table by the bed. The bed was turned down and a discarded pair of clothing sat in an orderly pile in the basket that sat atop the chest at the end of the bed. The chest itself was carved, inlaid and then varnished.

Muan walked immediately toward the hearth. Cabinets lined the wall and a long table stood between the cabinets and the rest of the house. To the other side of the hearth was a dining table, lined with chairs made of driftwood and all different sizes. Muan opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a loaf of bread, a chunk of cheese and a covered butter container.

“Hungry?”

Rel’s stomach growled.

“Yes.”

Rel moved towards the kitchen as Muan fetched two bowls and spoons. The Sidhe moved to the hearth and filled each bowl with thick, hearty stew that appeared over the fire before setting it before Rel on the long table. Rel waited until Muan had cut thick slices of bread for both of them and was about to eat his own stew before picking up his own spoon.

They ate in silence. Rel couldn’t taste the stew. He knew it was good, he knew it was comforting and filling and that his body enjoyed it. But he couldn’t taste the stew. When the bowls were empty, Muan cleared the table and set everything in the wash tub that was set under the window.

“What now?” Rel asked Muan.

His heart skipped a beat when Muan’s eyes locked with his. What did he want now? Did he dare ask for what he wanted? What he felt he needed?

Gods.

“Lel… not enjoying self?” Muan murmured, sounding concerned, “is not this place nice to people?”

“It is, it’s beautiful. It’s gorgeous and I could spend the rest of my life here,” Rel responded honestly, “but… we can’t. This. Is… beyond us, this isn’t real.”

“Very real,” Muan snorted, laying a hand on the table as he stepped up beside Rel, “very, very real. Place where tribe once lived. Behind waterfall is main chamber. During winter months sleep there and along the cliff are many caverns, never really needing shelter but for in winter.”

“And this place?”

“He built it for the other,” Muan looked around the house, “to this place they came and the other was hurt and from us he begged protection and guidance and help. To that one we gave it. Because we knew, ehm… knew to trust him without knowing why. And so he built this place. Bits of wood, a trader brought him every time the trader visited and with those he built the bench, the chairs. To them was brought a woman and through her they had many children. Then she died in child birth. Her… stone. A great slab he carved with her name, still stands where he buried her. And two children. And then his lover. But this place stands still. Not like this. That would be silly. This was built over a century ago. Before…”

Muan gave his head a shake.

“Before Muan,” Rel filled in, “how long did they live here, together?”

“Ehm. Five tens of winters. Five ones of spring and summer. We buried him when he died. Alone, he was, but still so happy. Strange, people are.”

Rel shrugged, “you’re strange to me.”

Muan laughed easily, “true, yes.”

There was silence for a long moment before Rel asked, “so… what now?” The flicker of concern across Muan’s face made him backtrack their conversation. He had asked that before, but didn’t recall the answer or … what had come before that.

“Now… what does Lel want to do?” Muan murmured carefully, shifting closer to Rel, “anything at all. Anything.”

“Mm,” Rel adjusted his weight from one foot to the other. Had they really been standing the entire time? “Well… we could-”

Muan kissed him. It was not a tame peck, it was not the kind of kiss Rel had seemed to get from everyone else. It was a deep kiss that made his legs weak. Rel whimpered, pressing himself against Muan. The Sidhe responded by wrapping his arms around Rel and thrusting his tongue into the man’s mouth. Muan’s tongue played inside Rel’s mouth for a brief moment before withdrawing and thrusting back in, slowly.

Rel gave a shuddering thought as to what that tongue could possibly be imitating.

Muan pulled away first. No grin on his face, no look that might ruin the mood. The Sidhe looked like he was thinking, nothing more. He stooped and scooped Rel up as easily as if he were plucking up a babe, and moved towards the bed. Rel felt the muscles moving under Muan’s skin and wondered…

How strong was a healthy, fully grown male?

The Sidhe set Rel ever so gently on the turned down part of the bed. Muan climbed over Rel, pushing his weight and his mind ever closer to the man’s.

Rel whimpered again. This was definitely not like that time with Rahl-ta. With Rahl-ta he hadn’t been able to think, for starters. And the god hadn’t touched his mind at all. It was funny how trailing a thought across his mind could make him shudder and moan like that. Muan’s lips against his throat was pleasure, but the growing pressure from another mind was intoxicating.

Fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt before it was pushed off of him. Rel turned his attentions to Muan, fumbling in his attempt to undress the Sidhe. Muan helped Rel. Soon they were naked. They had gotten the clothing out of the way first thing. And Rel hadn’t looked down, despite his temptation, despite his curiosity, he had not looked down to see how big Muan was. Muan settled between Rel’s legs, with his hips almost to Rel’s knees and his head by the man’s chest. The Sidhe drew up the blankets and Rel sighed at the sudden extra warmth.

Muan set a hand to either side of Rel and eased himself upward, removing his weight and his warmth. Rel reached up and caught Muan, drawing the Sidhe back down with a kiss.

“Please.” Rel murmured. His body was begging for it, he wanted it.

Muan pulled away again and reached down, under the bed, and withdrew a bottle of oil. The Sidhe showed it to Rel as if asking if Rel would rather do the act without the lubrication, before he popped the top and very carefully covered his member in it. As Rel stared very intently at the ceiling. Knowing how big someone was always made him tense.

“Lel?” Muan murmured, concerned, as he set the bottle back into its hiding place.

Rel smiled and leaned up, capturing Muan’s lips in his own for a brief moment, “just nervous.”

“Ah, understandable,” Muan responded calmly, pushing Rel back to the bed gently.

The Sidhe settled between Rel’s legs, forcing them to spread just a bit more than Rel was used to. It wasn’t quite uncomfortable, but had the dull ache that meant that tomorrow morning it would be uncomfortable. He had only a moment to consider this as Muan adjusted his weight onto one hand, using the other to guide himself to the right spot.

Rel tensed at the intrusion. It was not sudden, it was not unexpected, but it was an instinctual reaction. Muan didn’t say a word. Instead, the Sidhe turned his lips and tongue to Rel’s nipples. Nipping and licked at each until Rel moaned. Muan pushed further in and Rel hissed out, fingers digging into the blankets. Each time Muan delved further into Rel, he distracted the man with kissing or caressing until Rel had relaxed enough for Muan to move further. By the time their hips met, Rel wasn’t certain he could last much longer.

Muan’s lips met Rel’s as the Sidhe withdrew nearly entirely. Muan’s tongue was still in Rel’s mouth when he thrust- it was there when Rel tried to clench his teeth. The Sidhe’s weight bore down on him, pushing in such a way that Rel could hardly move and Muan was at such an angle that he could do no more than short, shallow thrusts.

“Faster,” Rel moaned at the second thrust. He was growing weary and craved sleep almost more than he craved release.

Muan’s next thrust roved over that spot… Rel forgot the name of it completely as he moaned loudly and thrust his hips upward to meet Muan’s. Once, twice, three times and Muan shuddered against Rel, face buried in the man’s neck as a small sound that might have been a moan escaped the Sidhe’s chest. Rel was so near completion. He reached down to finish himself, only to have his hand batted away by Muan. The Sidhe withdrew, sending a shudder through Rel’s body.

Muan took Rel into his mouth and lapped at Rel’s member eagerly. Rel bit a finger, trying not to make a sound as he came into Muan’s mouth. He managed a shudder and a whimper. The Sidhe pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and settled against Rel’s side. The blankets over them and the hearth fire, not to mention the sex, had warmed the room up to an obscenely hot temperature.

“Sleep now,” Muan murmured.

Rel closed his eyes, sighing in content as he prepared himself for the long trip into sleep. All he had to do was let go, no travel, no work, no concentration, just let go. And everything drifted away as Rel fell asleep.


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