Sequel

Three updates in one night and two of them are for the same story. That's almost gasp worthy. I was thinking about doing Namesakes. But I was kind of hoping to cause something which didn't happen. But what is actually happening is still amusing.

I totally thought Muan would full on kiss Rel.

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Hohi hopped back into the apartment as Rel set a fresh cup of coffee in front of Muan. Just in front of a heaping plate of eggs and the potato thing from a few days before. Muan was trembling from head to toe, exhausted from healing Rel. As for Rel…

He felt strangely good. He didn’t feel exhausted or tired or even sore. He felt upset that he had been beaten and abused yet again. But… that would pass.

All he was thinking about was sex.

Strangely. Oddly. Perhaps Muan’s healing had gotten out of hand, had just crashed through any kind of damage whatsoever. His ass felt fine and he felt like he had a fine ass.

Like. A hot ass.

Like. Would someone please do him already?

Rel ignored the up and down look Hohi gave him as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t offer Hohi one, as he really didn’t want to talk to Hohi. The tall male sat at the table and laid his hands flat on the wood surface, showing Rel his bruised knuckles.

“Gots intubble. Souse gots mad, Souse hits Hohi, Hohi hits back. Bit scuffle. Rel fahder got ways.”

Muan ignored Hohi, stuffing his face with the food. Rel sipped his coffee and tried to recall what Souse had looked like. He knew Souse was male and used to be the leader but what did he look at.

“Lel lahoo need joooo.” Hohi grinned at Rel. Rel blinked back at the tall male even as Muan reached out with one hand and cuffed Hohi upside the head. Hohi ignored Muan and looked at Rel, “So Lel idditchy,” the Sidhe shrugged, “Hohi halp wif dat.”

“Help…”

“Mm,” Hohi murmured, turning to speak to Muan instead, “Hohi lahoo syent.” Hohi glanced quickly at Rel, “Sidhe size.” he turned back to Muan, “Vahry genteel, go fasht as Lel wahnt.”

“I am not some pawn to be… traded off for sexual favours,” Rel snapped, slapping his hand on the table.

Muan paused in his eating and looked up at Rel, then at Hohi. It seemed to occur to Muan that Hohi had been speaking to him. Through a mouthful of food, Muan said something, swallowed, said something else and then stuffed his mouth full of food again.

“Un’erstan’ him bettah wit fuhl mouth.”

“What did he say, for those of us not Sidhe inclined?”

“That Rel rapped… ra… ra…raped…” Rel’s blood went cold at the word, and at how Hohi said his name properly, “sos Lel skeetish. Hohi now to please daht.”

“What, you’ve. Never mind, I don’t want to know. I am not having sex with you. Okay?”

Hohi turned to Muan and started talking in Sidhe. Muan grunted in response and stopped suddenly, looking up at Hohi and muttering something from a mouthful of food. The two carried on a conversation for several minutes as Muan finished the plate of food. Once the last mouthful was gone, Hohi stopped speaking. Muan licked his lips and then the fork before setting it on the plate and sitting back in his seat. Eyes of swirled colour studied Rel and Rel found himself looking away as he was pinned by that gaze.

There was something dangerous about the look. Something that Rel didn’t want looking at him.

Muan stood from the table and Rel turned his head further away, something he had seen Muan do when he didn’t want Rel to look at him. The Sidhe reached over and took Rel’s chin in his hand. His huge, long fingered hand. A squeeze and Muan could break his jaw, pulverise his lower face. All Muan did, however, was pull Rel’s face towards his.

Rel swallowed hard and tried to pull his face away, only to feel the tightening of those fingers. He couldn’t help the whine that escaped his throat, not with how little time had passed between the beating and that moment. Couldn’t help the tremble that ran through him as Muan pulled his face upward and looked over his face.

He had no idea what the Sidhe wanted. No idea what to say or do to stop Muan from doing something dangerous, something he didn’t want to happen. Rel swallowed again, looking away. Muan made an annoyed sound and turned Rel’s head just a bit, indicating to the man that Muan wanted Rel to look at him. Rel’s eyes flickered to Muan and then away and down.

Submission. He would look away like that when he was feigning submission to someone bigger than he was. Except this time he was really hoping Muan would just lead him, tell him where to go, let him submit because he had no idea what to do. His heart pounded in his chest, throbbing in his ears, his chest tightened.

He looked back at Muan. The colours of the Sidhe’s eyes drifted about as the light changed just slightly. Muan’s head turned just slightly to the side, changing light greens to a dark shade, changing brown to black, blue to navy. Rel let out another sound, a confused sort of squeak.

Muan had slid himself up against Rel, body hovering less than an inch away from Rel’s. Touching but not touching. Rel could feel the intense heat coming off of Muan’s body, could see the pulse of the Sidhe’s heart on the side of Muan’s neck.

One hand was over Rel’s jaw, the other grazed over Rel’s neck, sending shivers down Rel’s spine.

But he didn’t… rise… despite all his thought about sex, all his craving for it, he wasn’t rising to the occasion… as young men in his graduating class at college had said.

Muan’s face came closer and Rel let out his breath.

“No.”

When he tried to swallow halfway through the word, Rel realised how fucked up he was. There he was, wanting sex, not reacting to a sexual body in front of him, loving the attention yet saying no.

Muan’s lips moved to Rel’s cheek, a gentle kiss, and the Sidhe pulled away.

The dangerous look flashed again as Muan stepped away from Rel, then around the young man. Muan set a hand on either of Rel’s shoulders and gave him a gentle, affectionate squeeze.

“Hohi, Lel… shae’ar?”

“Him want Lel should haf fahder … figum. Figume. Fig…”

“Figure.”

“Tha one! Hmm. No Souse. Souse sexxums. Oh. Osht an’ Raoh! Hohi go fetch.”

“I don’t need a-” but Hohi was already running for the window, completely ignoring Rel. What the hell had just happened? Taking an instant to try to save himself, Rel did what he always did when he was cornered, “if I get a father, so does he.”

Hohi jerked to a stop and turned, looking over Muan and then Rel, then back to Muan. “Hohi sees whad can dig up.”

The Sidhe walked to the window and hopped out like he expected to be a foot off the ground.


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