Partner

At this point a partner would rather be convicted of rape of another person, than rape of a Sidhe. The punishment for tormenting/abusing a Sidhe is higher than that of tormenting/abusing a person. Why? because someone is going to be stupid enough to do it and the military is trying to scare them off now, before Sidhe are lost.

I could have made you wait until Rel gets involved to hear that bit... but I figured I'd be nice.

Taln might be twenty, I haven't got much info on him actually, and he is bisexual.

What Mik did, I felt, was a bit demeaning, what with Paw saying that he didn't want to go into heat and all.

Apparently Paw thought so too.

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Mik left the bedroom for some food and came to a halt as Taln blinked at him. Lillow looked the man up and down and cocked her head to the side. Four days. Already?

“Uhm. Hi.”

And he was naked.

Taln looked away and down, unhappy at the sight and uncomfortable. Mik could almost see the thought processes going through the young man’s head as he wondered if he traded one rapist for another.

“So… yes. Paw and I were just. Uh, you know… and-”

Paw came out behind Mik and thumped into the kitchen, just as naked, just a little sweaty and… toy-less. Mik had left the Sidhe tied to the bed and with several select toys playing about with him. The bindings were supposed to be. Paw turned at Mik’s thought and arched an eyebrow at the man.

“Mik needs new bed frame.”

Taln was looking at the door very intently. Lillow was frowning between Paw and Mik, not quite understanding what was going on. The entire apartment likely smelled of sex and sweat and there was the teenaged, seemingly oblivious to it all.

“Uh, Paw. Why don’t we get some clothes on. We’re making Taln uncomfortable.” Might as well be straightforward, Paw was not likely to handle playing about.

The Sidhe slapped the fridge shut, bit into an apple and made a motion to Mik, “Paw thinks Mik one uncomfortable. All shrivelled up and balls nearly gone into body.”

“Paw.”

“Taln not see Paw. And Paw not touch Taln. Taln know that,” Paw bit into the apple he had and padded past Taln, “By way. Taln. Why not take Lillow to pool. Lillow assio iihplesh.”

“Auh.”

“Now,” Paw took Mik’s arm and tugged the man, “let us get Mik in some clothes.”

Mik saw the look on Lillow’s face and decided that he didn’t want to go to the bedroom with Paw. Not a good idea. Maybe four days of sex without actual sex wasn’t the best idea either, but damn it, it had been fun. The only reason he went with Paw was because of the look on Taln’s face. Embarrassment and what might have been fear.

Paw closed the door and leaned against it, eating his apple as he surveyed the room.

Danger. Danger.

Mik glanced about and saw the shattered remains of his headboard, the cuffs tossed idly to the side and toys dropped between the bed and the door. The window had been thrown open earlier in the day, to let in light and a bit of air.

The man gulped at the splinter of wood that was embedded in the wall across from the foot of the bed. He turned back to Paw.

The Sidhe lazed against the door, one foot propped up, arm across his abdomen and the other sitting by his mouth, apple in the hand. Paw bit into the apple, eyes watching Mik intently as the man took in the small bits on the floor, in the walls. Calmly the Sidhe chewed, slow at doing it and knowing that all the while Mik watched him and wondered.

“What am I going to do with you,” Paw murmured after swallowing the bite of apple, “after what you did to me.”

“Now, to be fair, you never once said no,” Mik responded, feeling his heart leap into his throat as he took a step back.

Paw dropped the half-eaten apple and advanced on Mik, “what about don’t, didn’t you understand? Is it a people thing? To not understand don’t? If I decided to take one of these splinters,” the Sidhe reached down and plucked one up, “and shove it up your ass and you said don’t, I would think that that would be a pretty clear indication of what you don’t want.”

The Sidhe waved the splinter of the headboard in Mik’s direction and the man backed up another step. The creature advanced on him until the back of his knees hit the bed. Paw crossed the distance until he stood toe to toe with Mik.

“But for you, for some reason, don’t means, please. Continue, I thoroughly enjoy falling into heat with someone who is incapable of understanding what that hell is like. Please, all but rape me.”

“I didn’t-”

“The only reason you still have that useless piece of meat between your legs,” Paw snapped at Mik, jabbing his hand, and the splinter downward, “is because you never tried to put it inside me. How dare you.”

“How dare me? You can’t tell me that you didn’t know that I’d try it after your damned comment about me being incapable.”

“I was being honest,” Paw pressed his lips into a thin line, “This. This is not about Mik. This is not about you. This is about what you. Did. To me. Four days of hell.”

“What do you expect me to do, give you back the time? You could have said no. And obviously you were capable of getting away.”

“If I had broken free, I would have killed you then and there.”

“What do you expect of me?”

“Get down on your knees.”

“What?”

Paw’s hand struck Mik across the cheek, the Sidhe caught the man before he fell and straightened him once more, “on your knees.”

“No. I have-” the second strike was to his stomach.

Paw slammed Mik up against the wall and then threw the man to the floor, mounting him in seconds. Mik cried out at the sudden and unwelcome intrusion. The man shuddered, nails digging into the palms of his hands as he clenched his teeth and tried not to make a sound. Paw bit Mik’s shoulder viciously as the Sidhe pulled out and slammed back into the man.

Harder and faster than any previous time. A hand wrapped around him, dragging him along through a pleasured pain. His cries turned to moans, his struggling to arching against Paw’s hard thrusts. Mik came as he screamed out his discontent and pleasure, face pressed into the splinters and hardwood floor. His nails bit into his skin so hard that he bled and Paw’s teeth were renewing the marks from Souse’s teeth.

Paw thrust for several more minutes, groaning as he finally came, collapsing against Mik’s back and forcing the breath out of the man’s lungs. It seemed forever before Paw withdrew and curled up in a ball in the shadow the bed created, falling asleep just as the blanket from the bed fell atop him.

Fell?

A rough hand dragged Mik upward. Essuan frowned at the man and said something over her shoulder. Mik stumbled and Souse caught him, cradling the man against his chest as he murmured something to him. Something he couldn’t seem to focus on or simply could not understand.

Through the apartment, Mik was dumped into a tub full of strange smelling water and held there as Essuan growled and grumbled in Sidhe and Souse muttered in response to her. Something about a bad idea.

Of course they would have known what Mik was doing. Considering the fact that the other Sidhe always seemed to know when Mik and Paw were coupling. He felt invaded, violated. Mik batted Souse’s hand away from his temple feebly as the Sidhe delved into the cracks and made him shudder with pleasure that had no source.

“You are fine,” Souse murmured, “in tact in mind and soul. Let us deal with the body.”

“I didn’t know he’d go…”

“Wild?” Souse chuckled, “I am surprised he didn’t jump you like that before. You practically beg for rough treatment. Paw meant nothing by that, you know that, right?”

“Heat,” Mik muttered.

“He couldn’t get out of it, not without you riding along with him,” Souse murmured, dumping that foul smelling water over Mik’s shoulder and causing the man to hiss out in pain, “he can be… demanding… when pushed. I will speak to him. He will make amends for the damage he has caused.”

“Nothing worse than you’ve done.” Mik muttered, feeling his words slur.

What the hell was in the water?

“Cracked cheek bone, splinters in your face, in your hand. Your shoulder. If you want gentle pain, you can come to me for it,” Souse muttered, “Paw cannot draw the line between gentle and real pain.”

“I don’t need pain,” Mik spat out at Souse.

“Seems so,” Souse murmured, dumping another bucket over Mik’s shoulder, “pain is good, reminds the body it is alive. But mixing it with sex… not such a good idea. Especially not with a Sidhe in heat. And here. What did you do here, slam your hand into the splintered headboard?”

“I… no…” Mik tried to look at his own hand but couldn’t focus.

“There is a reason why he said you were incapable of seeing him through heat,” Souse muttered, “though you proved him wrong, you have paid a heavy price.”

“He’s hot when he’s like that,” Mik muttered, mostly to himself, “but damn, dangerous.”

“He can be hot without being dangerous. If Mik doesn’t taunt him for days on end,” Souse muttered, “close eyes, rest now. Let us tend the body. As your mind seems very well indeed.”

“Takes more than a bit of rough treatment to put me off the trail of a hot guy,” Mik muttered, sighing out as he closed his eyes.



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