Partner

I wrote this and burst into laughter. Even though I really shouldn't have, given the face that I know the Sidhe would pity Souse for this and all that good stuff. I got to laugh because... of the whole being outside.

Anywho.

Mik should never think while on Essuan's tea. I highly doubt that whatever she's given him exists in our world... but if it did it would likely replace morphine, considering his reaction to it.

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Mik woke the next morning. Light was filtering in through the window, between the curtains. Voices drifted into the bedroom from the living room. Koln’s voice and Souse’s just loud enough for Mik to tell who was speaking. Paw was nestled against Mik’s side. The man made a small sound at the back of his throat and Paw stirred, sitting up in the nest.

The Sidhe kissed Mik gently, leaning over the man as a hand ran down Mik’s front.

“Don’t,” Mik murmured as the hand touched the bruise across his abdomen.

Paw kissed Mik to silence the man’s protest and slipped a hand down Mik’s pants. The man gasped, the sound muffled by Paw’s lips. Nails grazed just barely across his member. He shuddered out a painful breath as his body tensed.

“Hush,” Paw pulled away and gave Mik a small smile, “just see.”

The Sidhe pushed a hand firmly against Mik’s chest. Paw turned downward, his spare hand pushing Mik’s pants down just past his hips. The man tried to protest and Paw shushed him once more. The Sidhe moved back to Mik’s face and bent to his ear.

“Popsicle,” Paw murmured mischievously, before turning back to Mik’s obvious erection.

Paw swirled his tongue around the tip and pulled away, smacking his lips and seemingly to think about something. The Sidhe placed his hand back on Mik’s chest with a gentle pressure. The other hand pressed down on the man’s hip.

“No moving,” Paw murmured quietly, “just lay still.”

Lay still?

Paw’s tongue moved from the base up to the tip and back down again and Mik shuddered, pressing his head against the pillows as he bit his bottom lip. He tried his best not to tense, knew that his back wasn’t up for that kind of movement. When Paw’s tongue swirled around the tip, Mik gasped, digging his fingers into the blankets under him.

Pleasure. He couldn’t feel his cheek, but he was there enough to just feel normal. There enough to feel the tense muscles through his back and his abdomen.

Paw turned his head to watch Mik as his tongue ran down the underside. Touching from tip near to base. Mik’s hips jerked up involuntarily. The Sidhe’s tongue was impossibly long, still running nearly half-way down Mik’s member while the tip wrapped just around…

Mik arched up as far as Paw’s hand on his chest would let him, and moaned. The Sidhe’s tongue ran up and over the tip before being absent all together. Mik forced his eyes open and glanced down at Paw. The Sidhe watched him intently. Making certain that Mik was paying attention, Paw made eye contact and lowered his head, opened his mouth and took Mik into his mouth completely.

Heat wrapped around him, the pressure of Paw’s tongue caressing and arousing him more. The sound that came out of Mik’s mouth was low and muffled by his clenched teeth.

Teeth grazed him. Paw moved his head up and then slowly back down as Mik moaned again. The man reached down and tangled his hands in Paw’s hair pushing the Sidhe’s head against his hips as he moaned and came.

Too fast, perhaps, but who was he drawing it out for?

Mik let Paw’s head go and the Sidhe pulled away, giving the tip one last, playful lick.

A sound from the doorway turned both their heads towards the living room. Souse stood there, looking startled, embarrassed and slightly confused. The male swallowed hard and looked everywhere except at Mik and Paw, face turning red as his eyes finally settled on the floor by his own feet.

Paw cleared his throat and very carefully draped the blanket over Mik’s hips.

“Yes?” Paw murmured.

Souse glanced up and then back down at his feet, “Essuan here,” the male turned his head a bit further away, “see about wounds.”

Souse… embarrassed?

Mik reached under the blankets and tugged his pants back up before he sat up carefully, wincing at the twinge in his back. Paw made a sound as Essuan slid into the room as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing had happened and as if she owned the entire place. She glanced at Mik and Paw, arched an eyebrow and looked over at Souse. The female turned back and shot Mik a killing look.

She spoke, Paw translated.

“She not happy, say Mik not supposed to have sex.”

“I didn’t have sex.”

“Shh,” Souse growled.

Essuan frowned, made a sound and looked at Paw. She asked Paw, probably, what had just happened and Paw made a few sounds and Souse interrupted. Essuan turned and snarled at her mate before turning back to Paw and snapping something at the smaller male that made him twitch. Paw responded, his face pointing away from Essuan.

The female’s face went from confused to befuddled, a frown creasing her brow as her head turned to the side just a little bit. She squinted past Mik, lips scrunching up, hands raised up in the air and then.

“Fwahsha?”

Paw muttered something that made Souse turn bright red. Essuan frowned again and then jabbed a finger at Mik and muttered something. Paw made an affirmative sound. Essuan’s frown deepened and she jabbed a finger at Paw and said something. Paw nodded his affirmative. Whatever conclusion Essuan drew from this, she turned to her mate for the answer.

“Paw,” Mik murmured, “what’s going on?”

His words came out slightly slurred. But Paw seemed to have no trouble understanding.

“Paw told Souse once ‘bout popsicle. Souse say Sidhe not do that. Now Essuan not understand.”

The female was jabbing a finger in an annoyed fashion at Souse. Souse was bright red as he looked down at his feet, thoroughly rebuked by his mate.

“And that…?”

“Essuan not get sex. Souse ‘fraid of poking babe.”

“That’s not possible.”

“And Essuan still want sex. Now she wonder why Mik and Paw can have sex without sex and she not able to.”

“But… Sidhe have sex for pleasure. So … why don’t you know…”

“Paw know. Paw not like doing,” the Sidhe muttered quietly, “but Paw know. But… Souse not have parents or friends to watch. He know where it goes, which hole. ‘Bout it.”

Which… explained the lack of foreplay during the threesome. Explained why it had just been sex.

Mik snorted a laugh and instantly regretted it as pain lanced through his cheek and down the side of his neck. Essuan turned towards Mik and said something to Paw, Paw responded and she sighed, leaving the bedroom and a very distressed looking Souse.

Souse glared at Mik and Paw and Paw responded in a murmur. Essuan returned in moments with a cup of tea. She said something to Paw and made a head motion towards Mik.

“Essuan wants to borrow you.”

“I don’t work like that,” Mik muttered.

Paw made a hand motion when Mik tried to continue and responded to Essuan’s inquiry as he took the tea. The female sighed out real disappointment and said something that was mildly annoyed and likely about where she would find a male who knew what she wanted to know. Souse left the room, head down.

No one had laughed, no one had mocked. Souse was embarrassed and Mik was trying not to smile as Paw offered the cup of tea to Mik.

“Amongst people, very hilarious,” Paw murmured, “but not for Sidhe. Tea last night was perhaps too strong, Essuan has made this one less so. Still feeling affects of last night?”

“Yes,” Mik muttered.

“Mm. Giddiness one of side effects,” Paw murmured, tapping the bottom of the cup that Mik held, “only half of cup. Sip slowly.”

Mik sipped the tea and thought. Seemingly this was a problem. Souse had a problem, didn’t know what he was supposed to know. But Essuan didn’t exactly know either. And if the pair of them, Mik and Paw, had been having sex in public since their relationship started, the other Sidhe would have no doubt accepted it as real or true or right or… just them. The others might have tried something or Souse might have gotten ideas.

But it hadn’t happened like that and the walls cut the Sidhe tribe off from one another, separating a tribe into individuals where once they were a group.

He took another sip of the tea and set it on the nightstand. Very slowly, he eased himself off of the nest and shuffled past Essuan. Paw protested and Essuan cut him off quickly. Mik shuffled into the living room and eased himself onto the couch, between Souse and Koln.

The man blinked at Mik and Mik looked at him, a bit dazed.

“Are you okay?” Koln muttered, “heard from Palt when I took Essuan in for a check up. Galt didn’t tell us what happened.”

“If you deal with a Sidhe in heat, always do what they say,” Mik muttered, sighing as he turned his head towards Souse, he looked back at Koln, feeling a bit groggy, a bit drunk even, “Souse doesn’t know about foreplay.”

“And?”

“Can we remedy that?”

“…” Koln gave Mik a killing look, as if Mik was suggesting that Koln should be with Souse.

“Being serious,” Mik murmured, “not meaning Koln should sleep with Souse. Porn doesn’t really have foreplay.”

“If you’re being serious… there are things called femme-porn, bit of a back story, foreplay, sexual acts. Some softer porns might have foreplay.”

“Right.” Mik leaned forward, hissing out as he reached for the remote with the wrong hand. He flopped back against the couch, regretting it for only a moment before his back went numb, and handed the remote to Koln, “find one for me?”

What resulted was a very interesting, very strange, four hours.



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