Sequel

I was going to update Partners first, but this was a bit of an inspiration.

Those who are on the forum, can go over there and poke me during my abscences. Making a comment on a story won't get a response, as unfortunately to reply I would have to make a chapter on AFF and that takes up space on the harddrive thing or something. AFF also frowns on it, so, no response.

I didn't mean to take the abscence and I tried to write several times but it didn't work. At all. Writing this last night was odd and I had slid into a mood, thus by this morning I couldn't recall most of the last page or so. I adjusted a bit of it but was afraid to change too much. Chalk it up to Rel's issues.

Personally, I think you all will enjoy this.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




Rel walked back into the apartment after the party and smiled politely at Mari as Muan frowned at him. The woman accepted his goodnight and left, leaving an echoing silence throughout the apartment.

Which would have been fine, except Rel was having a panic attack and he couldn’t seem to calm down. All the usual tricks did nothing except make him worse. He rubbed a hand over his heart and glanced around the apartment, searching for something -besides drugs- that would help ease the ache that had been building in his chest all night.

Once the elevator doors closed, Rel turned towards the kitchen and decided to find food. He searched through the cupboards and fridge, searching for something that seemed edible to his twisting stomach. He didn’t want food, but he recognised the signs of his body crying out for nourishment when everything screamed that he shouldn’t eat. His stomach did loops and squeezed shut as he thought about eating each bit of food he found. First he wanted one thing, then when he found it in the fridge or freezer he found that his craving for the food vanished entirely. He ended up staring up in the cupboard, wanting something crunchy and finding absolutely nothing that was crunchy. Muan couldn’t eat crunchy foods, not yet, anyhow, not with the half mouth full of half formed teeth.

Rel sighed and closed the cupboards for the third time. His mind did a leap, his heart skipped a beat and round and round in circles his fear and emotions spiralled. Rel turned from the cupboard and right into Muan’s arms.

The Sidhe looked down at Rel, concern playing over his features for a moment before Muan pulled Rel into his arms. Gently the arms tightened around him, head bent to nudge at the crook of his neck. Rel took a breath through his nose, air hitching in his throat as he drew inward. The hitch in his breath made Muan tighten his grip. After a long moment of holding, Muan pulled away and tipped Rel’s head upward.

Rel was okay.

Until he met Muan’s eyes and then he felt the panic well up again, like he must have done something wrong, like he must have deserved to be punished. Muan sighed as soon as their eyes met. The Sidhe pecked Rel’s forehead and looked around the apartment. There were several sounds made, at the back of Muan’s throat, before the Sidhe pulled Rel towards the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Muan looked about, as if wondering what everything was for, before positioning Rel at the end of the bathtub. The Sidhe ran the water and plugged the tub, passing his hand under the water with each adjustment to the taps. Muan moved around Rel, very carefully, and to the cupboard that held the bath extras. Muan pulled out a bath fizzy, several odd looking flowers, and salts. The salts went in immediately.

As the tub filled, Rel beat his fear, his panic, trying to get it under control. His feelings sometimes ran rampant, he sometimes didn’t have control over them. At times like those he drove himself to anger, because anger he could control. Fear he could not stop, he could not direct, he simply experienced it over and over again.

That was the problem with fear. It was not possible to master his fear. His fear mastered him. He could gain control in situations, through motions of events that caused fear, he could gain control, but the fear still remained.

He doubted Muan realised what was going on.

Which didn’t explain the bath.

Muan shut off the water, having filled the tub, and motioned from Rel to the water. The Sidhe expected Rel to get into the tub. Muan was hoping that the act of taking a bath would somehow set Rel back into the routine of the apartment.

Rel sighed and undressed. He dropped his clothing on the floor and stepped into the tub. The water was hot, but not overly hot, just hot enough to be enjoyable. He sat there and looked over the bathroom, he was clean already, he wasn’t certain what exactly Muan expected him to do.

The Sidhe plucked up the bath fizzy and began picking at it. A quizzical look as Muan’s nail snagged on the plastic of the ball he held. A twist to the side and the bath fizzy was out of the wrapper. Muan looked over the ball and eyed the bathwater sceptically before reaching over the water and dropping the fizzy into the bath. The ball immediately burst into a ball of bubbles, fizzing up like hydrogen-peroxide on a wound. Rel watched the bobbing ball for a moment before Muan tapped the ball under the water and giggled. Giggled.

The ball popped up from the surface again and Muan cupped his hands under it, bringing the fizzing ball into his hands, the Sidhe grinned at the ball for a long moment before dropping it back into the water as it’s fizzing stopped.

Muan turned away from the tub, reaching for the odd shaped flowers, and Rel watched the bouncing fizzing ball. It made the water take on a murky sort of look. The young man reached out and tapped the fizzing ball, it bobbed under the water as the unique feeling of a thousand bubbles bursting against his finger tip delighted him. Rel reached out and cupped the bath fizzy in his hands, drawing it up from the water as it bubbled up in them, as the fuzzing of the bath ball tickled the palms of his hands. As the bubbles stopped, Rel dropped the fizzy into the water by his feet and leaned back.

Amused and distracted by the new sensation, Rel turned it over in his mind, over and over and over…

Rel’s heart skipped a beat, fear clawing up his throat as clenched his jaw and tried to ignore it, even as it thrust itself back into his mind. Even as he struggled for control, Muan held a pastel blue flower between two fingers. Muan set it on the water and snapped his fingers away from it, as if expecting it to explode. The flower drew out from its closed bloom, to a looser shape, before the outer petals unfolded and dropped into the water, almost forming a crown around the flower as the water ate out the bottom, soaking it and deteriorating the flower too quickly.

The flower ended as a puddle of goo, floating upon the water. It melted into the water, drifting slowly under the surface as Rel watched it go. Rel glanced away from the flower and to Muan. The Sidhe studied the circular… ooze shape for a long moment before glancing at Rel and leaving the bathroom. Rel plucked up another flower from the small container Muan had left on the edge of the bathtub and tried to set it onto the water as Muan had. His flower melted faster than Muan’s.

Rel watched it melt, feeling calm for a moment before the fear gripped him once more.

When he was distracted he was okay, but as soon as his distraction was gone, the fear came back.

Muan returned a moment later, cupping something in his hand. The Sidhe bent and deposited first one then another pink flower that floated off on the water. A small pink bloom that didn’t melt away into the murky water like the blue ones.

Rel watched the pink flowers float on the water, amazed with them, as the fizzy ball suddenly shot to a very private place. The young man cringed and reached between his legs to flick the fizzy out of that particular spot. Muan smiled kindly at him, as if that hadn’t happened. The Sidhe touched one of the flower gently, sending the bud spiralling towards Rel’s right leg.

The heat of the water calmed his nerves, the floating flowers took Rel off. Yet there was no controlling the fear that edged his thoughts, his mind, his capabilities. The water was milky, the blue bits melted into the water, changing the colour of it just slightly and all that remained were the real flowers.

And the fear.

By the gods and higher spirits, may Illuva protect him, what was wrong?

Rel drew in a deep, calming breath, deep and full, he held it for a long moment before letting it out slowly. The bath wasn’t working. He hadn’t eaten in nearly a day and he had slept only a few hours before but he felt like he had worked an entire day, a long, hard day.

Muan pulled the plug on the bathtub and gave Rel a look that clearly stated that Rel was wasting time. The Sidhe manhandled Rel, pulling the man from the tub and wrapped him in a towel. Muan’s hands roved over Rel’s body, simply a rubbing to dry him off. Yet Rel could not feel what he felt as Muan’s hand pushed just enough pressure against just the right spots. Yes he was panicking still.

But how many men had touched him in just the right way?

Rel shivered, finding himself highly aroused as Muan pulled away to herd him into the living area. Directly into bed, the Sidhe pushed Rel, seemingly ignoring the obvious arousal. Which was a problem, as arousals didn’t exactly go away. Rel was pushed and prodded into the bed, under the blankets before Muan took the towel back to the bathroom and hung it up on the rack. The Sidhe returned a moment later and slid under the blankets with Rel.

He tried not to meet Rel’s eyes, but the Sidhe pulled his face away from the wall, Rel was forced to look at Muan. The Sidhe met his eyes, something playing over Muan’s face for a moment before Muan smiled just slightly. It wasn’t the look of someone who thought that he was going to get sex or something. It was the… it was… a … it…

Was a smile…

Rel couldn’t read what was behind it as Muan leaned in and kissed him. The Sidhe shifted closer something hard, and not an appendage, poked Rel in the hip. A moment of them looking at each other. Then Muan’s lips met his and Rel dove into the moment, leaving behind all emotion.

This was wrong, it was too fast and sex was dirty and wrong and painful and rarely pleasurable between males.

Muan’s tongue darted into his mouth, caressing over his tongue and teeth, sending shivers through Rel’s body as hands roved over his bare torso and hips. Shivering, trembling, moaning at the back of his throat, Rel thrust his hips upward and met the side of Muan’s hips. A move of the Sidhe’s hips led Rel towards a path of thought that implied the Sidhe was interested in him. Which was ridiculous.

Which was insane. No one could be interested in him, he was plain, he was ordinary and he was-

Muan’s hand cupped his balls and gave them a light, affectionate squeeze. The sound that came out of Rel’s mouth seemed impossible, even as the Sidhe’s lips, teeth and tongue focused on his neck. A flick of Muan’s hand and the buttoned shirt the Sidhe had been wearing was gone. Nails grazed over Rel’s skin, barely touching yet firing up every nerve in the man’s skin. Rel gasped, arching everything upward as he wrapped an arm around Muan’s neck. He wanted something but he wasn’t certain what he wanted.

“Lel?” Muan murmured, teeth nipping at his collar bone.

“Mm?” The idea that Rel was call Muan by his original name drove Rel mad, absolutely mad, as he thought about it. They both had insanely special names for each other. Rel called Muan what Muan first called himself, Muan called Rel something that had started off as a mispronunciation.

“Lel.” a word, that commented on… everything. It was a confirmation yet…

Rel moaned. Muan grinned against his neck. Rel felt the hand moving between their tightly pressed bodies. Every movement between them he could feel. The flick of the fingers at the button of the pants, Rel felt. The pushing of the pants downward, Rel also felt, yet his heart thundered in his chest.

Teeth nipped at Rel’s neck before Muan murmured, “Lel on lee vfewn no wow kepft mmmm.”

Was Muan saying that this was only for now? That their reaction to each other would change once the emotion had passed? Was Muan seeing what Rel was feeling? Gods. Or was it nothing at all?

Naked and naked, skin against skin, Rel couldn’t help but think about that as Muan rubbed against him. The Sidhe settled between Rel’s legs. A hard something, even though Rel knew what the hard something was, poke between his legs, pushing at his entrance eagerly. Muan stopped long enough to reached under the bed for a small bottle. The bottle was uncapped and liquid flowed into a free hand before Muan rubbed himself vigorously. A moan, an intake of breath and self imposed pleasure, as Muan covered himself completely. Muan thrust forward, almost into Rel, penetrating but not taking too much. Rel gasped at the penetration even as Muan paused, waiting for Rel to adjust. When Rel was almost adjusted, Muan thrust deeper, causing the young man to let out a high pitched, almost moan, as he brought his hips upward to alleviated the pain, even as pleasure washed over him.

He lost track of how many times this happened, of how many times Muan thrust into him, to wait until Rel was ready to accept more. When their hips me, Rel groaned, moaned, begged for more, despite the fact that Muan would not know what he meant, for more.

Once their hips met, once Rel had adjusted, Muan withdrew, even as Rel breathed out.

As he expected the harsh pain of thrusting inward.

Muan pushed slowly, steadily, into him, hitting just the right place, making Rel contract, around Muan, arching upward as he wrapped his arms around the Sidhe’s neck and moaned loudly. Rel couldn’t think about how the first thrust made him moan, even as Muan thrust once more and hit that spot. That spot that men hit once, maybe twice during sex. Rel cried out, emotionally driving the thought of THAT SPOT, as Muan rubbed against it and pushed deeper.

Muan was as slow at coming to conclusion as he had been before, that first time. In and out and in and out and -

Rel opened his mouth and let out a sound that was similar to him being hurt as he tensed. It was a long moment before he realised that that feeling was pleasure. Muan pulled out and pushed back in slowly, striking every pleasurable spot in his body. Rel moaned loudly as Muan pulled out, he wrapped his legs around the Sidhe’s hips, wondering if he would have gone through with this, had he not been having a panic attack.

“Harder,” Rel moaned, even as Muan’s lips and teeth nipped at his collar bone once more, “please, harder.”

“Neh?”

“Harder,” Rel tightened his hips, trying to drawn Muan closer, even as the Sidhe thrust so very. Very slowly. Into him. So slowly, so… the same. Rel’s hips met Muan’s, halfway through the thrust. He wanted Muan to thrust harder even as the Sidhe settled there, between his legs. Between his…

Rel moaned, a huffed out sound as he thought about his past lovers, as he thought about their size, compared to Muan. The Sidhe was larger than any of them. Larger than any toy he had used before. And he had used some pretty large toys to see how it had felt to be had by something besides a micro-penised crazy.

When the Sidhe thrust into him, harder than expected, faster than expected, it caught Rel un-aware, made him arch up, even as Muan withdrew and thrust back into him, hitting every spot that was possibly pleasurable. The man panted out, drawing Muan closer, feeling the ache, as Muan thrust into him.

Again and again and again.

Gods.

Rel shuddered as muscles tensed around Muan’s huge size. As he cried out and orgasmed even as the male inside of him continued to thrust. Pleasure rocked though him as Muan continued to thrust. When the Sidhe stilled, fully inside of Rel, the man moaned once more, wanting more yet unable to take it as Muan stilled.

…

And all fear was gone.

Rel groaned and pushed against Muan, wrapping arms around the Sidhe, even as the two of them adjusted. Sleep. That was all Rel thought about as Muan let out a small sound.

Strangely, it was a good ending to the day.


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