Sequel

Someone suggested doing a threesome with Mik/Paw/Rel as a oneshot. I may work on that and post it on the site...

I may have been dragging my feet for part of this. Part I wrote at work and I think it's noticable when someone was in the breakroom with me. Six pages, it be. And the sex isn't that hot, but Paw's a smart cookie for this one. What do you want to bet, the next time Rel has sex, he's going to know which way to move to get more pleasure?

I'm of a mind that writing, or reading, about the same sex scene is boring. Hence, the written the way it is. For those of you who just read Sequel? Want a better sex scene? Head over to Partners for the last chapter of Partners. You won't regret it and you don't really need to know much more than you know from Sequel.

This was really difficult for me to write, oddly. I blame something that is unmentionable, but also, it wasn't the easiest sex to write. One person was like. Not participating.

bah.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




Rel shaved off the new beard, noting an odd patch just under his chin that had a few hairs of blonde in it. His mother had been blonde, his grandfather blond. Even his brother had been blonde. But him and his father? Black hair, green eyes. The mark of the ancient Aniege, the sign that a DeAniege had been born. DeAniege and LeAniege together, should the lines ever cross, were said to be the lines that would spawn a god, or the ancient line of Aniege.

Those ones so powerful they were compared to gods. Those ones so strong, so loved by the people that several of them had ascended and become gods. Only one ever achieved the status of a higher god -Ramen-Ai- but the lesser gods played an important role in the lives of the people.

Well. The LeAniege were going to die out with him and his father. And there was no DeAniege to breed with them. Even if Rel counted as a DeAniege, he’d need a female LeAniege… and have his eyes gouged out and such on down the line, as he’d never be caught dead with a LeAniege in bed. Or anywhere else for that matter.

Rel gave his head a shake and stepped into the shower. He washed thoroughly. Washed like he had just been raped and tried not to think of the connotations, of the oddity of washing before sex instead of afterwards. He dressed in clean clothing and brushed his teeth just as Ashun started pounding on the door, wondering what was taking him so long.

The ride down the elevator was one tinged with fear and anxiety. When the doors opened, Ashun made herself as small as possible. Rel stepped off the elevators and swallowed hard.

Whatever Mik had been thinking was a dark, worried thought. But at the sight of Rel, the thought disappeared. Mik hadn’t tucked it away on purpose, it had simply vanished. One track mind? Something flushed through the other man’s mind, something that brought heat to his cheeks and look away.

Towards Paw, who was looking rather bored, eyes half lidded. The Sidhe was using power. Implying something over the floor that was edging into Rel’s mind. Rel picked at Mik’s mind, wondering what the other man saw. Paw licking his arm.

…

Which was so off-putting that Rel slide into the twilight comfort, the feeling of protection that wrapped itself around him.

Behold the power of Whisper. A near illusion, the point of the power was only to enforce the kinds of emotion one could, and should, feel during such an encounter. Something intangible danced on the edges of Rel’s perception, some thought, some emotion.

Anticipation.

Like that first day of university classes, like waiting that extra minute to get the results he knew he was going to get. Rel had never thought that that emotion could be tagged to a sexual encounter.

Mik’s attention shifted back to Rel. The other man made a beckoning motion with his hand. Something about that hand and the dark brought up a half-forgotten memory and Rel cringed, stuffing the memory into the darkest place he could find, as quickly as he could. Fear gone, Rel approached Mik and forced himself to meet the other man’s eyes. Meet the other man’s mind.

All he felt was the odd glow, dimmed and muted. From the illusion, or did it come and go for Mik?

“Hello.” the word pulled Rel out of Mik’s mind, even as his own voice echoed Mik, “hello.” as if Mik’s mind had given Rel’s body the order to speak.

Rel looked away quickly, “So how do we go about this?”

Mirth, amusement, “by not looking for the police. I’m not a prostitute and you aren’t a john,” Rel felt his face heat up when he realised that seemed to be exactly what he had been looking for, “I’ve agreed to this because I find you amusing, just as you find me amusing. Sidhe have sex for pleasure of both partners, nothing more, nothing less. To assume otherwise is not only people, but also insulting.”

“I never said…”

“Not verbally, you have to recall that for them,” Mik motioned towards Paw’s turned back, “body language is taken as verbal language.”

“What if…” Rel tried not to cringe, tried not to wring his hands.

“If you get halfway through and decide you want it to stop?” Mik asked, smiling kindly at Rel, projecting a gentle emotion across the room, “all you have to do is say stop. Say no. Say don’t.”

“What will make you stop?”

“My honour.” Something passed over Mik’s mind, some reassurance that went beyond those two, simple words.

“Oh,” Rel couldn’t bring himself to meet Mik’s eyes, not without telling the other that Rel knew he was lying. So Rel looked down at the floor.

“Oh. And by the way, we’d like you and Muan to attend a rally next week, think you can talk him into it?”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s arousing.” Rel snorted out

“Wasn’t meant to be arousing, I haven’t started that yet.” that glow brightened. Made Rel want to do what Mik wanted him to do. Strangest. Thing. Ever.

Rel clenched his teeth and muttered, “could have fooled me,” before raising his voice, “yeah, I can talk to him.”

“Good.” Mik held out his hand, “come on, let’s start, shall we?”

He took the out held hand. And was dropped into a bright, colourful laughter. The true, real laughter that made Rel feel like he had finally slaked his thirst after days without water. The glow that was Mik wrapped around Rel and lifted his spirit.

“Whoa.” Rel wasn’t certain if his stomach was going to drop out from beneath him. Or if he was going to start floating at any moment. He stepped closer to Mik and allowed the other man to lead the way to the nest, built under a pillar.

He hadn’t even noticed the world around him, Mik had consumed his entire attention. And Mik continued to, for nearly an hour. Being with Mik was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The glow vanished when Mik took off his pants. But by then an odd hunger was clawing away at his stomach. When Mik had donned a condom, yes, he had been hurt, for one illogical moment, until he recalled what Ashun had said to him about Paw being worried.

Until Mik had explained and made up for it with nips and nibbles. Mik was gentle about it, nothing eager or fast about the sex. Slow and steady and Rel’s body reacted eagerly to the slow pace.

Afterwards, when Mik curled around Rel, the young man assumed that his night was over. That he could sleep and feel better that he had been with someone else and thus he could just stick with Muan.

He was so very wrong.

Rel was just drifting off when Paw nudged him awake. It was a gentle push to his shoulder and then a nose against his cheek. A cold nose, damn it. Paw led Rel away from the nest and to the pillar where the Sidhe had been sitting before. Rel was naked and the air was chill against his skin. His body was just beginning to ache for sleep.

Paw had given him… what… half an hour before waking him? Which Rel, after a moment, recalled was the average length of time a man needed before he was physically capable of performing again. The average. And that only made him physically capable of rising again, that didn’t count in the whole problem that getting Rel to rise the first time was difficult enough. The second time?

The Sidhe turned and leaned against the pillar. Green eyes looked him up and down, so like his own in the mirror…

Was it Illuva, who spoke of how the Aniege line crossed with the Sidhe, in order to bring Ayato into the Sidhe and thus save the race from destruction? Paw’s eyes were almost the same shade as Rel’s, the hair, black as the darkest night, was rare amongst the Sidhe, but was found amongst the people often enough. Except in the true Aniege line, where those with power all had that black hair and green, green eyes. Paw didn’t have the distinct jaw line or the air of an Aniege.

But then. Neither did Rel. The jaw, Rel had, yes, but it was softened over generations. And the air, well. While account after account said that powerful Aniege had a distinct air about them, no one had ever thought it necessary to write down what that air was. Or what counted as air. Yet those same accounts all stated that one would always know the air, even having never heard of it, even having never seen it or not knowing what it was. It was just. Obvious.

Paw opened his mind, allowed it to unfurl around him. Whereas touching Mik was a welcome drink, touching Paw was a dash of cold ice. The shiver that ran down Rel’s spine had nothing to do with the Sidhe himself, Rel knew that Paw was too innocent to use that kind of power. The other thing though, that thing that had made itself known to Rel the last time his father had visited… the indescribable, unspeakable thing, was there, not in Paw, but working through Paw. Like and unlike, the two beings surrounded Rel and as Rel opened his own mind, understanding that that was what was expected of him, the other disappeared.

The other. That was the only way to describe it.

Ayato.

Paw was watching him curiously. The Sidhe was completely unaware of anything or anyone influencing him. Lips twitched upward. Something rumbled through Paw’s mind that made him want to laugh, but the Sidhe was polite enough to hold it back.

“It’s my size…” Rel muttered, “isn’t it…?”

For the first time, Paw’s eyes went below Rel’s waist and pointedly looked at Rel’s flaccid form. The Sidhe cocked his head to the side, “can’t say I like it better than the one I’ve got… to play with…” an emotion that made Paw’s heart swell for a moment before it went away and Paw focused on Rel’s face, “but it is definitely not something one would turn away. It looks healthy and is of a descent length,” Paw sighed, “I open myself to show you that I am not using power and you see a dozen things besides what I want you to see. That is something I do not understand. I can block anyone else. Except you. Why? Oh. That doesn’t matter right now.” the Sidhe shook his head, tossing shaggy black locks about. Paw had, by the looks of things, been cutting his own hair.

Rel’s mind did a spin and pointed him back to what Paw had said. Not using power.

The emotions from before, the comfort and protection and close feeling of the floor were not Paw’s doing, not anymore. Rel was feeling those things.

Which meant…

Rel was feeling anticipation for what Paw was going to do to him and it was his own anticipation. He. He wanted. Wanted to…

“Have sex?” Paw murmured, “Lel speaks out loud, realise that?”

He meant to clamp and hand over his mouth but ended up biting his finger instead. Rel expected Paw to laugh or point something else out. But the Sidhe just watched him. Curious, pondering, turning the action over in his mind, wondering what it would mean. Wondering why with other people it was so easy to find out what was wrong and lead the way. Wondering why Rel stubbornly remained when Lel was ready to grow. Wondering if maybe…

Was Rel afraid to become Lel? Nothing of Rel would be lost.

Paw thought all this as he stripped, ever watchful of Rel standing several feet away. Rel suddenly felt awkward. He could alter his logic to fit almost any other person’s logic, something his teachers had called a gift. But when it came to using power, suddenly it was hard to tell his own mind, his own existence from others.

For in that instant of Paw’s thoughts. Rel was Paw. Paw was Rel. They were one and Rel was so very aware of the differences in himself. From when Paw first met him to that moment. Almost everything had changed.

Except his perception of himself.

Paw snapped his fingers, drawing Rel’s attention to him. And when the Sidhe pointed downward, Rel looked down and made a face. Paw was larger than Mik. Likely not as large as Muan, but Rel was fairly certain there was no way that was going into him easily.

“People usually get that look on their faces.”

“I’m surprised your females don’t get that look on their faces.”

Paw blinked at Rel and looked down, “I don’t have any females and Mik doesn’t complain… often…”

“Are all males your size?” Rel gave a motion to Paw’s groin and then looked towards the nest, wondering if Mik was awake. The other man was either fast asleep or was good at pretending.

“Sidhe males? No.” Paw shook his head, “I’ve grown since I saw another males’ joo but Souse is fairly large as well. Mik says he’s the size of the wallbanger toy and I’m bigger than that now. And Souse claims he’s big so… what?”

Rel found himself staring at Paw, a puzzled look on his face, “I don’t think this is going to work. We both just seem to want to talk.”

Paw made a face, “not about hot sex. This is just about showing you how to pleasure your body. Come,” the Sidhe settled at the base of the pillar, pressing his back up against it, “set yourself here. I react quite willingly to the closeness of a male.”

Not quite believing Paw, Rel straddled the Sidhe, as he was directed. Which he found odd, because he was okay with this and… was Paw using power, or was that just him? Just him deciding enough was enough and he had to change?

As Paw had said, his body reacted quite eagerly and Rel had to lift himself, not wanting anything to be poking anywhere…

Which was the point of the whole activity, so what was he whining about?

“Now,” Paw placed his hands carefully on the floor, where Rel could easily see them, “press yourself onto me.”

“On… to. That? Without a condom, or…”

“People and lube,” Paw muttered, “takes so much time.”

The Sidhe motioned to his pants and Rel pulled the fabric over to himself, going through the pockets until he found the little bottle. When he went to hand it to Paw, the male gave the bottle a look and then looked at Rel pointedly.

As if. Do it yourself. Rel looked from the bottle, to Paw’s face and then down. He didn’t want to touch it. No. No way, no how. He was uncomfortable enough touching himself for anything besides peeing, cleaning and the occasional scratch. Rel shook his head and looked pleadingly at Paw.

Paw sighed and almost rolled his eyes, but he took the bottle, “you will you have to come to terms with it eventually, that is the organ that males achieve release through. Unlike females, we cannot achieve orgasm without touching it in some manner or form.”

The male popped open the lube bottle and squeezed an amount onto his fingers before he brushed his hand downward, grazing Rel with the backs of his fingers as he reached for his member. Rel lifted himself a little further as Paw covered himself.

“There,” Paw placed his hands back on the floor on either side of himself, “now lower yourself?”

Rel closed the gap between Paw’s hardened form and his bare buttocks. He pressed himself down until he was penetrated. Even Rel was surprised by the startled mewl that escaped his mouth. He was anticipating it and his body was translating his emotion into pleasure at the first sign of touch. Rel expected Paw to take hold of him and push him further, but the Sidhe’s hands were still on the floor and Paw, while looking like he was trying very hard to do something, was doing nothing at all.

“You do it, Rel,” Paw murmured, “down and down.”

Rel waited until he was adjusted to the sensation before he pressed downward. Each time he waited before going on and Paw looked troubled by it all. When was the last time Paw had had sex where he could actually control the sex in some way? Their hips met in a moment of startling clarity. Rel made a sound as if unsatisfied, even though he was filled completely.

“Now what?” Rel murmured, adjusting his hips, trying to get more comfortable. The motion made Paw graze against something inside him, sent shivers through Rel’s body.

“Find your pleasure.”

“What?” startled, Rel looked at Paw.

“Find your pleasure. Rock or thrust or however you please. Up and down.”

“That’s hardly-”

“It’s not meant to be sensual, like you had with Mik, it’s meant to be educational. Find your pleasure.”

Rel tried to shift nervously and forgot his current position. Letting out a squeak at the very noticeable hunger in Paw’s eyes, Rel settled back into place. He began by rocking his hips, because he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the whole thing and he had to do something. Each rock brushed him in pleasurable ways so he began small, shallow thrusts.

Paw’s head set back against the pillar, eyes shut, mouth partially open.

Rel moved to no given rhythm, letting out small sounds when he managed to find those areas that were more sensitive than others. The two of them worked up a sweat. Rel from moving and Paw from, assumingly, trying not to thrust upward. The Sidhe drew Rel against his chest, bringing a musky, masculine scent to Rel’s nose.

It drove him mad.

He thrust down onto Paw with a moan, shuddering. Rel knew he was coming close but couldn’t seem to push himself that extra bit more, that bit over the edge. He let out a stifled, frustrated sound and rocked in the way that he knew would cause pleasure, and hopefully release.

“That’s it,” Paw whispered, making Rel groan against the Sidhe’s chest. Arms wrapped around him as he continued to rock. Almost there. “that’s it, find your pleasure.”

His…

Rel moaned and shuddered to a stop as he pushed his hips against Paw’s desperately. There was a moment’s delay before he felt the warm against his stomach. He stopped moving and panted against Paw’s chest. His body told him he was tired, but his mind told him that he had worked out some tension. Amazing what a little pleasure could do.

“Oh.” Paw hadn’t. Rel sat back and looked at the Sidhe, who had a smirk on his face, “you did. Didn’t you?”

“Never have I seen a people outlast a Sidhe,” Paw murmured with a grin, “come, back to bed for us both. Rel is handful, but Paw,” Paw pulled Rel’s face upwards and pecked his forehead, “would enjoy having Rel again later, if Rel would want Paw.”

Rel eased himself off of Paw before he answered with “Mm” which was a non-answer. He couldn’t decide if he wanted sex again. That was like giving him a huge meal and then asking him what he wanted for breakfast. So he added, hoping to keep Paw from being offended, “ask me when I’m hungry.”

Paw chuckled, standing first and helping an unsteady Rel to his feet, “fine, will ask when Rel hungry.”


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