Sequel

Some of you may notice a something in this and I know about it. I know it happened.

And let's just say there is going to be a surprise. The sex was not the best I've written.

And that last bit? Creeped me the fuck out. The. "male chest above him" because when we consider Rel's history. He'd be the only one to notice that kind of thing. I know it's just the size difference but it could also be the show I was watching that made it creep me out. Rel seems to be fine with it though. So. I dunno.

The very last bit made me giggle though.

For some reason I've been thinking of writing about vampires. But my next two stories don't includ vampires. And I've never written them before.

Read, Review and Enjoy.





Dinner was eaten and the parents settled around the coffee table. Una and Rel cleared the table and as they did, Una made a motion with his eyes towards Muan and back to Rel. The male Sidhe was watching Rel intently, interested. Una’s eyebrows moving upward in a suggestive manner made Rel hand the stack of dirty plates to Una, if only to make the immortal do something with all that spare time he had, and walk towards Muan.

As Rel marched up to Muan the parents turned to watch and Muan tried not to look at Rel. He stopped, nearly stepping on Muan’s toes as he did so and looked up at the Sidhe. Muan still tried not to look at Rel. And Rel, being as short as he was, had to stand on tiptoe to press his lips against Muan’s. Immediately the Sidhe made a sound at the back of his throat and parted his lips. Muan’s tongue pushed into Rel’s mouth, caressing the inside of it before it rubbed over Rel’s tongue in slow, sure strokes.

Oh gods. Muan was imitating what he wanted to do to Rel. A shiver ran down Rel’s spine. Heat clawed at his belly. The thought of Muan thrusting slowly into him and withdrawing was just.

Rel took a step back, breaking off the kiss as he struggled to pull in a breath, to get his emotions under control. He pressed a finger gently against his bottom lip. Wanting to bite it.

Muan’s tongue darted over his reddening lips. The male closed the distance between them quickly, arms wrapping around Rel, drawing him close. Muan bent and captured Rel’s lips with his own once more, a deep, leg weakening kiss. A hand roved down, from his lower back to gently cup his buttocks. The other hand moved upward and between Rel’s shoulders, pressing on the point and thusly bringing Rel closer.

A tingle moved down Rel’s skin. He could feel his heartbeat around Muan’s hands. Not under the Sidhe’s hands, but around it. As if the flesh Muan was not touching wanted to make itself known. Wanted Muan to caress and touch.

Muan ended the kiss with a light peck to Rel’s lips. The Sidhe turned his attention to Rel’s neck, nipping and kissing, tongue playing over Rel’s skin.

“Please,” Rel moaned.

Only to growl a moment later as strong hands separated he and Muan. Raoh stepped between them as Osht pulled Rel into a protective embrace. Muan snarled at Raoh and told the male to move in Sidhe. Raoh snapped back and an argument began. It was Osht who stopped it, with a muttered couple of words the one eyed male released Rel and stepped around him, setting a hand gently on Raoh’s arm. Osht said something in Sidhe in a low tone, something that made the one eyed man smile and made Raoh blush.

Something about how sometimes sentences that started with ‘please’ did not end with ‘stop.’

Raoh growled once more at Muan but allowed Raoh to pull him away, lead him back towards the couch. Muan watched Raoh go before he looked at Rel and smiled.

“Lel,” Muan motioned towards the bed.

“Our parents are right there,” Rel muttered, looking past Muan to the couch.

Where… their parents no longer could be seen. There was someone’s toe but they were hiding or sleeping or… hiding.

“I’m not having sex with them there.”

Muan looked over at the couches and said something in Sidhe. There was a collective sigh and the parents stood and walked towards the elevator. They left, just like that, just because Muan asked them to.

“Lel,” Muan grinned and took Rel’s hand, pulling Rel towards the bed. Rel followed, anxiety playing with his heartbeat.

They stopped beside the nest, not the bed. Muan turned to Rel and pecked the young man’s forehead, fingers fumbling over the buttons of the shirt Rel wore. Rel reached up to help Muan with the clothing, but the Sidhe captured both Rel’s wrists in one hand and held them down, by Rel’s groin.

By a… growing concern…
Rel bit his bottom lip and tried not to think about how hard he was getting. Nor about how Muan could have his way with Rel any time he wanted to. Gods knew the Sidhe was strong enough to. The idea that Muan could have him just excited him more.

Muan made a sound, snapping Rel out of his daze. The male looked upset but took a button between two fingers and flicked with a twist of his hand, snapping the little black button off. Muan looked at the button and dropped it to the side. Each button below that followed the same path. When the last button was on the floor, Muan released Rel’s wrists.

Two hands slid under the shirt and up. Rel shivered at the feeling of Muan’s fingers and the pads of the male’s hands across his chest and over his shoulders. Muan pushed the shirt off of Rel’s shoulders and bend down as if meaning to kiss Rel’s lips.

At the last moment Muan moved his head and grazed his lips down Rel’s cheek, going down on one knee. Muan nipped at one of Rel’s nips, bringing a moan out of the man. When Rel felt the air against his hips, he realised what Muan had done. Distracted him while stripping him.

“Muan…”

The Sidhe grinned up at Rel, standing and kissing Rel, tongue darting into his mouth. “Lel. Joo.” and a graze of fingers over his arousal.

Rel bit his bottom lip, making a sound.

A flick, a foot against his one leg and a twist. They ended up on the nest, Rel below Muan with a knee between his legs. The warm of Muan’s clothed body against his bare one…

Why was he reacting like that?

Rel bit into his finger and brought himself back to the present. Muan blinked at Rel and made a small cringing face. The Sidhe was worried Rel had changed his mind, so the male leaned back and slowly began unbuttoning his own shirt to give Rel time to think. There was no question that Rel wanted to do this, but the question was what the hell made him react to strongly to everything?

Muan’s shirt fell to the side. The male gave Rel a questioning look but had closed off his mind to Rel. Muan kissed Rel’s cheek. Rel tried to send the question of why Muan’s mind was closed off, but the Sidhe ignored it, or didn’t hear it. Teeth nibbled at Rel’s neck, starting by his jaw and working down, nibbling and licking until Muan found a sensitive spot. The Sidhe paid special attention to that spot, hands running down Rel’s front.

It was getting hotter -the temperature in the room- by the passing moment and Rel was getting bored with foreplay. Rel reached downward and tugged at Muan’s pants, trying to find the button and get it undone. Muan chuckled against Rel’s neck and reached between them, flicking the button open.

“Auh?” Muan murmured, kicking his pants off and to the side.

“Auh.”

The Sidhe grinned and buried a hand in the blankets for a moment, pulling a bottle of lube out. Muan popped the cap and coated two fingers. Rel looked at him questioningly. Until the fingers slid into him and moved immediately to the general area of the place. That place. The one Mik kept hitting. Muan’s fingers brushed over it and Rel gasped, arching upward even as Muan’s spare hand held him down. The fingers made a scissoring motion, stretching Rel. Rel bit his bottom lip, trying not to make a sound.

The fingers withdrew and there was the click of the lube cap again. Rel tried to look down, wondering how big Muan was hard, only to be kissed.

Hands came to either side of Rel’s head, the lubed one digging into a towel set a bit further away from Rel’s head. Muan settled his hips between Rel’s legs, spreading them wider. There was a shuffling moment where Muan adjusted his hips and his body overtop or Rel’s. A poke made Rel stiffen for a moment.

Muan gave Rel’s cheek a reassuring kiss, “Auh?”

“Auhhhh” Rel’s agreement drew out as Muan penetrated him.

Anticipation rolled through him. Yes, yes he did want this. Rel shifted his hips towards Muan, encouraging the male to push deeper. Muan obliged, pushing deeper and pausing when Rel stiffened. Mild pain and his body had to adjust. Muan’s fingers moved down Rel’s hip bone, poking and poking and all or a sudden there was an explosion of pleasure. Rel gasped and dug his fingers into Muan’s shoulders as the Sidhe hit that nerve that made it so hard to breath but was oh so nice.

Fingers moved away from the nerve and upward, caressing over Rel’s stomach and chest. Thrust deeper and light caresses, touches and kisses. When Muan’s hips met Rel’s, the young man moaned out, relief over being done that part of sex.

“Auh?”

“Auh,” Rel’s voice broke, shivered out of his throat.

The Sidhe made a sound at the back of his throat and withdrew slowly. Not all the way, not quickly. No. Slowly. An agonizing move. Yet still not so painful as the slow. Slow. Thrust back in. Rel shivered and mewled, nails dragging over Muan’s shoulders, wanting and needing more.

“Please.”

Muan chuckled against Rel’s throat, reaching an arm back and grazing a hand over Rel’s leg. The leg that was wrapped around Muan’s waist, preventing the male from thrusting or really moving. As if to reinforce the fact, Muan thrust shallowly once more. The next thrust, Rel pushed his hips against Muan’s as the male thrust into him, making more friction. The motion sent a rumble through Muan’s chest.

The Sidhe reached back and untangled Rel’s legs from around his waist. Muan bent and went down on his elbows, placing his face closer to Rel’s. Lips locked, tongue darted into Rel’s mouth as Muan withdrew and slammed back into him.

“Auh.” the sound was cut off by another kiss.

Muan took up a steady pace. Not hard but a fast thrusting. Rel moved his hips in time to the thrusting and moaned. He found Muan’s shoulder and bit down, moaning at the roiling pleasure. He desired this.

The male groaned and pushed Rel back to the blankets. Held him down with one hand and brought Rel’s hips upward. Muan leaned back, angling Rel’s hips upward as the male thrust slowly into Rel. The angle allowed Muan to strike that wonderful little spot. Pleasure burned through Rel’s limbs. He moaned and shuddered thrusting his hips to meet Muan’s, desperate for climax. Muan’s thrust changed. From carefully planned to the quick, shallow thrusts of someone who was nearing their end.

“Auh.”

“Auh,” Muan responded, moaning as he thrust faster.

Rel met the thrusts, closing his eyes as his body tensed, as the fire in his belly boiled through him. At the last possible moment, as Rel thought he might come, Muan pressed himself against Rel, down into the blankets. Warmth beneath him, male chest above him, Rel cried out in release as Muan rocked slowly into him. Muan’s eyes closed as he thrust several more times, sending lesser waves of pleasure through Rel. The male shuddered, small sound escaping his throat and collapsed atop Rel, holding himself off with his arm.

The apartment was very. Very hot. And Rel was very. Very sleepy. Like a content kitten, Rel purred and gave Muan’s shoulder a little push. Muan sat back and looked at Rel, concerned.

“Sleepy.”

“Awuah,” a declination and a possible invitation for more. Muan withdrew slowly and sat back, plucking Rel off of the nest, “Shower time is fun time.”

“That is a hair commercial.”

Muan grinned, “Shower time is fun time.”

“And now it is very, very dirty.”


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