Sequel

This! This chapter was written on my brand new NETBOOK. Oh yeah. Meaning, hopefully, no more three day crazy thing happening every week. I can write at work and at school.

So, lovely, no?

The chapter, I suppose, reflects my giddiness about it. At the end Muan and Rel blur together, wherein Rel's mind is opening up and Muan is just being Muan. It is good amounts of fun and I hope you enjoy it.

Read, Review and Enjoy.

Edited because I fail at using my native language tonight. Geh. Feeling better but obviously my brain hasn't gotten the message yet.





Muan went about the motions of making dinner. Throw the steaks in a pan with butter and salt and pepper them. Slice the mushrooms, throw them in to cook in the meat juices. Rel preferred to fry mushrooms separate from anything else, a bit of butter and a little salt and that was it. When he tried to inform Muan of that fact, he got a fork waved in his face and several muttered phrases that seemed to imply that Rel should know better than to question someone who is cooking.

The beets were chopped up and put on to boil before Muan stepped away from the stove and looked pointedly at Rel, then to the cupboard where the plates were. Rel sighed, pulled down the plates and set the table for dinner. He tried to pour water to drink, but Muan took the water pitcher from him and replaced it with a milk container.

The Sidhe cut several rolls in half and set them on the table along with butter. Cheese was sliced and put beside the bread before the entire meal was assembled on two plates and served to Rel. Rel stared at the steak and then looked at Muan. The Sidhe grinned, speared his steak and tore a chunk off with his teeth. Rel couldn’t do that.

“I need my steak cut.” Rel said, motioning to it before he took a sip of milk.

Muan looked from Rel, to the steak and back to Rel. Obviously suspicious, Muan stood, took Rel’s plate and walked across the kitchen to the steak knives. The Sidhe cut the steak up into bite sized bits, placed the blade in the sink and then returned the plate to Rel. Upon resuming his seat, Muan buttered a roll and put cheese and mushrooms on it before tearing off a chunk of meat. Chewing thoroughly, Muan watched Rel poke at his food.

He wasn’t very hungry.

Rel forced down some of everything. A few pieces of steak and some mushrooms. A couple of chunks of beet. He liked all the foods in a general sort of way, but his stomach was clenching and unclenching and the idea of filling it with food as it protested so loudly was… disastrous.

Muan finished long before Rel did, wiping his plate clean with a roll of bread. The Sidhe eyed Rel’s food and Rel offered it over. Muan took half of the food left on Rel’s plate, put a piece of cheese beside the left over steak and gave Rel a look that clearly stated he had to finish eating.

Rel grimaced and began the process of forcing the remainder of the food down. Serving wise, Muan had provided almost perfectly small servings of each item. The Sidhe wasn’t trying to stuff Rel full or even force him to eat that much. But Rel’s stomach told him that it was going to puke it back up again and he tended to believe his stomach.

At the end of the meal, Muan pulled Rel into the bathroom and ran the water before politely turning his back. Rel sighed but obeyed. He dropped his clothing down the shoot and climbed into the tub, scrubbing himself from head to toe and back again. When he got out of the tub, Muan patted him dry and smacked his lips together before licking Rel’s cut to renew the invisible bandage.

When Muan made a ‘turn around’ signal with his hand, Rel was confused. Until Muan shrugged and started stripping off. Rel felt his face heat up, he turned immediately towards the toilet as Muan stripped down and pulled the plug in the tub. The Sidhe took a quick shower and stepped out, drying himself.

Rel was looking around the bathroom nervously, looking for something to distract him, when Muan stepped out of the shower. He saw the smooth flesh and the scar that laced around Muan’s hip and towards his back. Saw the lean leg and the ripple of muscle.

And he snapped his head towards the wall, feeling like his temperature had doubled in a matter of moments. Muan wrapped a towel around his own waist before tugging Rel away from the wall, murmuring something in Sidhe that was meant to be comforting.

All Rel could think about was how such a well muscled leg would reflect on how well Muan could thrust. The image was stuck in his head, just over and over and it wasn’t even that dirty, it was just Muan thrusting his hips at nothing at all.

Oh gods, why had no one invented mind bleach yet?

Muan steered Rel into the living area and towards the bed. The Sidhe handed him a set of clothing and then politely turned his back so Rel could dress. Rel dressed very quickly, catching Muan look over his shoulder and eye Rel for a moment before the Sidhe’s head snapped back around. He tried not to be irritated, just because Muan didn’t…

That hadn’t been a suspicious look, that had been approving, up and down and then a sly little grin look.

Once Rel was dressed, Muan retrieved a pair of clothing for himself and dropped his towel right there, with Rel looking right at him. Rel spun around, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the image of Muan’s pecks. They were like. Perfect man chest, manly man, hunter and warrior chest.

Which was totally what turned Rel on.

He would not have sex with Muan, he would not have sex with Muan, he would not…

A hand touched his shoulder tentatively, “Lel?”

“Mm?” the sound trailed off into high pitched bliss as Muan’s body pressed up against his back.

Maybe it was blood loss, maybe it was the tea from earlier. Maybe it was a million and one things.

But he wanted Muan’s hands all over him. Wanted those lips across his skin and a strong body between him and the rest of the world.

He wanted Raoh and Osht.

The thought of his adoptive parents startled Rel out of his lust induced heat. His eyes snapped open and he made a questioning sound at the back of his throat. A few days with Raoh and Osht and he was upset that they were gone because he didn’t have a big strong male to stay between him and the rest of the world? Even when they couldn’t stop Rel’s father?

Yes, because Raoh and Osht were stronger than most and Rel’s father just happened to be a freak of nature. All that power and crazy mixed into one huge blob of destructive doom.

He wanted Raoh and Osht.

Muan turned Rel in his arms and tilted the man’s face upward before bending and kissing Rel gently. As the Sidhe pulled away, Rel caught a comforting thought, a gentle push to remind him that Raoh and Osht weren’t the only strong males who would willingly protect Rel. Muan would protect him just as well, just as long.

“Eh… Come sleep?” Muan murmured almost questioningly, wondering if he had said it properly.

Muan drew Rel towards the bed and into it and Rel willingly curled between Muan and the wall. The Sidhe tucked blankets around the two of them gently and kissed Rel’s forehead once before reaching for a remote under the pillows and flicking the lights to the dimmest setting possible. The world was still lit up, from people living outside the apartment building, by drones floating by.

Rel let out a slow, long breath and closed his eyes, pushing his face against Muan’s chest, breathing in the male’s scent.

How strange, how quickly he could swing from overwhelmed to content when Muan set his mind on having his way with Rel.

The implication behind that thought drew Rel back to existence for a moment before he gave it all up and tumbled into sleep.


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