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Bronx slid her fingers into Myr's silvery hair, her back arching as she felt raw energy pulsing through her, the pulses of magic as delicious and arousing as the wicked fingers and clever tongue currently pleasuring her. As wonderful as it felt, Bronx was not about to let herself come just yet. She needed a few more Tzus to get closer first, to benefit from a nasty little trick Bronx had learned from a particularly rowdy group of elves.

In the meantime, however, Myr was writhing happily on Kelk's cock, and the scent of her arousal was enough to make Bronx want to shift into her draconic form. Lousy for sex, unless there was another dragon around, but it was that avaricious streak, and Myr smelled... collectible. Bronx gave herself a good mental shake. No collecting the other Authors, she reminded herself sternly. But if she couldn't collect them, well... she could still play a bit.

Bronx gently took hold of Myr's hand, freeing Myr's fingers from her own wet pussy, and stepping back before kneeling in front of Myr. Bronx licked Myr's fingers clean with a small growl of appreciation, and then lowered her head as she parted Myr's thighs a little more.

Kelk's cock looked gorgeous as Myr rode it, the purple shaft glistening and so very hard. Bronx gave another pleased little growl as she looked at Myr's clit, perfectly rosy and just needing a little attention. Bronx dipped her head and flicked her long tongue out, dragging it lightly over the tender nub, and Myr's moans increased, as did the magic that she was emitting. Bronx absorbed the magic happily enough, the raw energy combining with her own latent magical energy, almost like recharging an arcane battery.

Myr whined as Bronx's tongue stroked again, a little harder this time, tasting the ample juices flowing from Myr's pussy as Kelk continued to guide her as she rode his generous cock. Bronx could feel Myr quivering, and she could feel a party of Tzus approaching, identical outfits, identical braids, and over the top weapons.

Bronx grinned a little as she lowered her mouth and sucked hard on Myr's clit, the tip of her tongue dragging across it firmly as the same time, and Myr's moans rose to a scream of pleasure as she came hard, her pussy spasming around Kelk's cock as Bronx tormented her clit. The wave of magical energy that Myr released was easy enough for Bronx to redirect, and the Tzus screamed in unison with Myr as they were all wracked by stupendous orgasms of their own, feeling exactly what Myr felt as Kelk's cock and Bronx's tongue reduced her to a quivering mess.

Unfortunately for the Tzus, nothing in their training had prepared them for a combination of alien cock and a female's mouth. No, they were supposed to be bedded by Princes and Paladins, in a bower of roses, with little butterflies and unicorns all around. They were supposed to have delicate little bursts of pleasure that reddened their cheeks and made them moan prettily. They were not supposed to grunt and howl, and feel their pussies leaking enough hot juices to instantly soak their little pink panties.

The Tzus dropped in a collective pile of trembling limbs, and Bronx counted mentally to ten, waiting for the inevitable. She made it to six before there was a loud crack and the Tzus were reduced to a cloud of ink that dissipated before it reached the ground.

Bronx released Myr's clit, her eyes glittering wickedly as she looked over at 'Cune. "Why don't you come on over here and join us?"

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Sand looked at Kansas and Satoshi with shining eyes, his love for his two husbands making him look young and radiant. "Of course you can go first, alasse'amin. We've been sneaking in quick fucks since Satoshi got moved to the regular ward, but you've missed out. I can't be greedy all the time," Sand laughed, and shifted to one side of the bed to give Kansas and Satoshi room. His long fingers teased through Satoshi's hair, and he tilted his head to steal a kiss from Kansas as the slender little imp wrapped himself around Satoshi with a sweet moan.

There was something so tender and almost hesitant about the way Kansas touched Satoshi, an innocent feeling of newness, and Sand caught his breath with tears of joy beading his lashes as he watched Kansas kiss Satoshi softly. There was desire and need, yes, but there was a healing power to Kansas's gentle devotion, and Sand sent out a wave of love to them both, feeling like he was witnessing something magical.

Kansas moved to let Satoshi roll slightly on to his side, so they could entwine their bodies more closely, their lips touching in gentle kisses. Kansas withdrew from his bond to Sand, suddenly wanting to only feel Satoshi in this moment, and he could feel Satoshi withdrawing on his bond as well. Not closing it down completely, but only letting the faintest trail remain, his one thread to Sand.

"I love you, Satoshi," Kansas whispered between kisses, and Satoshi moaned into his mouth, his strong hands guiding Kansas to straddle his hips.

"I love you, Tatsuya," Satoshi whispered, his eyes perfectly dark, and his face radiant with love for the slender imp.

Kansas let out a sweet cry when Satoshi reached down and pressed a finger against Kansas's twitching pucker, then crashed their lips together in a deep kiss. Kansas reached out a hand and grabbed at the sheets, as if he was looking for something, never taking his eyes off Satoshi, or his lips off Satoshi's lips.

Sand pressed the vial of sweet oil into Kansas's hand, enjoying being allowed to watch his husbands as they renewed their love for each other. He pulled back on his bonds as well, understanding that they needed to feel only each other at the moment, and knowing it did not mean he was any less loved by either of them. What Sand could do, and did do, was to reach out to Hawk and send him a wave of calm reassurance, feeling his older brother's emotions settle.

Kansas was only half aware of Sand handing him the sweet oil. His mind was so completely focused on Satoshi at the moment that he could barely comprehend anything else. Satoshi seemed to be just as taken by Kansas, and they both moaned loudly when Kansas hurriedly dripped some oil on Satoshi's fingers, and the pierced imp reached down again, teasing the tight pucker with his fingers, before pressing one finger into the tight muscle.

Kansas moaned loudly, his voice keening slightly in his throat as his back arched, and his eyes fluttered closed, Satoshi raising his head to latch on to one small nipple, teasing the nub to hardness with gentle nips and sucks. Kansas started to press his hips down to meet the thrusting finger, and Satoshi smiled radiantly around the tight nipple between his lips. After a few minutes, Satoshi added another finger, and Kansas's hands fisted in the sheets on either side of Satoshi's shoulders, the little imp utterly lost to the sensation of being so carefully teased open.

Satoshi moved his attention to Kansas's other nipple as he eased a third finger into the tight pucker, making Kansas throw his head forwards and bury it in Satoshi's hair, and Satoshi whispered ever so softly, "It's alright, baby, I've got you. Just like the first time, I've got you. I love you. Let go for me."

Sand scarcely dared to breathe, watching as Satoshi tenderly opened Kansas up, the slender imp responding with such sweet need and desire that Sand wanted to reach out and stroke that black and blue hair. He was reminded of how appealing Kansas had been at the vacation, and how he had tried so hard to make up for his foolish lack of understanding. Of course, he had not known then what he knew now, and that was in the past, his inadvertent cruelty forgiven by a generous young heart, and Sand knew he would never make Kansas hurt again.

Kansas mewled loudly as he pushed himself down on Satoshi's fingers, lost to his sensations. Satoshi's eyes were bright with his love and adoration for the young man on top of him, and for this moment he could see nothing else.

Kansas mewled and jerked his hips in an odd way, which made Satoshi chuckle softly. He withdrew his fingers quickly and rolled them over gracefully, so he was lying between Kansas's spread thighs, the small imp keening softly, his dark gray eyes hooded and glittering with pleasure.

"I've got you, my sweet. I've got you. Just like the first time," Satoshi whispered, and Kansas bucked his hips, lifting his thighs.

"Just like the first time." Kansas whispered back, and threw his head back with a howl of pleasure when Satoshi moved, pressing the head of his cock against Kansas's loosened pucker.

Satoshi stopped when he breached his precious little imp, letting Kansas adjust to the intrusion, then he pressed in so slowly that he barely seemed to move. When Satoshi was finally buried balls deep in Kansas's ass, the little imp wrapped his arms and legs around Satoshi as tight as he could, and Satoshi kissed him deeply, waiting patiently for Kansas to be ready for him to move.

The love between them seemed to practically glow around them, so strong that it washed out of them in warm waves, and they only had eyes for each other. Finally after a long while Kansas moved his hips ever so slightly and Satoshi withdrew slowly, then pushed back in just as slowly, angling his hips so that he would drag over Kansas's prostate, drawing the sweetest mewls from the little imp. His own voice was lost to his moans and cries, and their lips never strayed further from each other than to necks and ears, only to find each other again, taking turns plundering each other's mouths with all of their passion.

Sand was lost in the sweet love between his beautiful husbands, watching them with loving eyes. He knew that somehow, on some deep level, Kansas and Satoshi were healing each other, ancient wounds finally closing thanks to the balm of their love for each other. Like Erion, Sand cherished this precious bond between Satoshi and Kansas, and vowed to nurture it and keep it alive for all their days.

Kansas mewled sweetly under Satoshi, his head thrown back against the pillows and his eyes hooded, his hands digging into Satoshi's back, trying to draw Satoshi closer. One of Satoshi's hands was wrapped around the back of Kansas's shoulder, while his other moved up and down his side, stroking his ribs gently, moving down to lift his hip slightly occasionally.

Kansas's eyes slowly filled with tears, but the smile on his face told that they were tears of pleasure, and Satoshi's smile was just as radiant as he plundered the young man under him with delicious slow thrusts, Kansas's whole body trembling with the intense pleasure.

Soon pearls of sweat were gathering in the hollow of Satoshi's back, and Kansas's forehead shone with glittering beads of sweat, their eyes glazed with the pleasure. Tears fell constantly from Kansas's eyes, the little imp mewling constantly, Satoshi mumbling loving words to him between panting breaths.

Satoshi slowly tugged one of Kansas's arms loose and laced their fingers together on the pillow beside Kansas's head, the imp crying out in pleasure as Satoshi thrust a little harder.

"I've got you, sweet love. Just like the first time. You're safe. I've got you. I love you," Satoshi whispered and Kansas cried out, his back arching into a tight bow, and the heavy scent of his cum filled the air, as he spilled himself between their stomachs, and his ass clamped down on Satoshi erratically, pushing Satoshi over the edge.

"I love you," Kansas whined loudly, his voice trembling, and Satoshi moaned loudly when he crashed their lips together and thrust in harder and more erratic. After a couple of more thrusts he spilled himself into Kansas, load after load of searing hot cum filling the little imp, and he ground himself down to milk every drop from Satoshi.

After long shivering minutes, they both sagged down on the bed, and Satoshi rolled off Kansas, the little imp hissing when Satoshi withdrew from his ass, then followed Satoshi to cuddle into his embrace, crying softly.

Satoshi stroked the black and blue hair gently, soothing Kansas with loving whispers, and then Kansas whispered, his voice filled with love, and strength, despite being a little wobbly, "Just like the first time."

Satoshi kissed the sweaty forehead of his young husband and nodded, whispering back, "Yes, my sweet love. My beautiful Tatsuya. Just like the first time." Satoshi's smile was radiant as he stroked his broken hand slowly over Kansas's cheeks, drying the imp's tears, holding him tightly, yet gently.

Sand watched as Satoshi held Kansas, the love between them so strong that he could practically see it as a golden light surrounding them. He smiled as they clung to each other, feeling no urgency. Satoshi would gain much needed strength from this time with Kansas, and that strength could only help him when it came time to head to the Spring to heal Satoshi properly. There would be time to make love to them both, his precious husbands, and then they could all heal a little more. Ardiel was right. They were what they all needed to heal.

Satoshi rested his head against Kansas's head for a long while, holding the imp tightly, the two of them murmuring softly to each other, but too low for the elf to make out any words, although it sounded a little like they were singing to each other. Kansas relaxed perfectly, and Satoshi lay him down on the pillows almost reverently, his eyes locking on Sand's eyes over Kansas's head.

"I love you, Masato," Satoshi whispered, crawling carefully over Kansas, the little imp mewling softly and curling up on his side, with the most radiantly sedate look on his face, his lips curved in a tiny smile.

"I love you, Satoshi," Sand replied, and he held his arms open for his beloved husband, his face radiant as he met Satoshi's lips in a tender kiss. "You're so beautiful together, you and Tatsuya. Thank you for letting me see that. I've watched you make love before but that was special, like he is and like you are, saiai." Sand ran his fingers over Satoshi's face, tracing the planes and angles and sweet curves as though he was memorizing the very feel of Satoshi. "May I love you now? I want to show you how much I love you."

Satoshi smiled radiantly, his eyes fluttering closed when Sand touched his face, the pleasure of feeling Sand's now scar free fingers on his skin heavenly. "Please love me. Show me how much you love me," Satoshi whispered, and let himself fall over onto his back, his thighs parting slightly, and his arms open to receive Sand.

"That was special, honestly. It felt so much like the first time," Satoshi whispered, sounding almost like he was talking to himself more than Sand.

"I don't think I want to try for our first time again as far as setting, but I do want to remember the feeling of you in my arms for the first time," Sand murmured, and he let his fingers wander down to Satoshi's shoulders, stroking down his upper arms and then drifting over to toy with Satoshi's nipple rings as Sand kissed Satoshi again. Sand explored Satoshi's mouth thoroughly, languidly, taking his time and nibbling on Satoshi's pierced lower lip.

Sand let his cock brush against Satoshi's cock, feeling the slender pierced man's generous length already hardening again, and Sand moaned into the kiss. Sand bumped his hips a little, gasping in pleasure as Satoshi's hand slid into his hair to tease one gracefully pointed ear, and his thick cock seemed to press a little harder against Satoshi. Sand inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of Satoshi, and he released Satoshi's lips in order to bury his face in the soft cherry red hair that crowned Satoshi.

Satoshi mewled softly as he felt Sand's cock slide against his own, his body still tingling from his session with Kansas, but his cock thickening merely at the thought of having Sand within him.

"I love you so much, Masato," Satoshi moaned as Sand breathed him in, his heart hammering in his chest in delight, knowing that he was loved beyond measure by this beautiful elf.

With a shy smile he looked up into Sand's eyes, and whispered, seeming uncertain whether Sand wanted to know this, but he felt the need to share it anyway. "I didn't mean it felt like the first time I made love to him. It felt like the first time, when I took him home."

Sand nodded, understanding the difference immediately. "I remember gathering you up, wounded and ill, but so strong and unafraid as I carried you to my small shelter, there on a snowy mountainside. I remember looking into those dark eyes of yours, and seeing the reflection of something so amazingly pure, and feeling very humble."

Satoshi's blush darkened and he looked down to hide his embarrassment, his smile radiant with love for the elf. "It is so strange to remember that. It isn't just remembering something we saw. I can remember how it felt. The feel of your skin under my hands for the very first time, the way your hair fell to your shoulders when I released it from your knot. The way you smelled after we made love next to the fire in the dead of winter, the tea warm in the pot and the incense burning on the altar," Satoshi said shyly, his fingers walking slowly up Sand's arms, tracing every little flaw on the perfectly pale skin.

"The scent of the pine on the winter breeze, and the way your cheeks would glow after we'd been outside for a while," Sand laughed, and his eyes were so loving. "And the way your hair felt after we washed it in the hot spring, like silk through my fingers."

Sand reached for the sweet oil, and looked at the vial for a moment, his eyes still bright. "You used to rub sesame oil through my hair after I washed it, to keep it from tangling. I remember using the sesame oil when we made love, too." Sand coated his fingers, his lips seeking Satoshi's lips as one finger slowly circled Satoshi's tight pucker.

Sand pressed one finger past the muscular ring, feeling the way Satoshi resisted initially, and then relaxed, a small mewl escaping his lips as Sand sank his finger in slowly, coaxing the pucker to relax as he thrust a little. Sand kissed Satoshi with gentle passion, adding a second finger when he thought Satoshi was ready. Sand let his fingers slide over Satoshi's prostate, lightly, but it was enough to make Satoshi moan, his hips bucking a little.

Sand added a third finger after another minute, and Satoshi opened his thighs a little more, his hips bucking a little as he welcomed Sand's touch. Sand thrust slowly, not wanting to rush, the slower pace helping him to mend small hurts that plagued his own soul.

"Please, Masato," Satoshi whispered, his dark eyes filled with love and desire. "I need to feel you in me, my love."

"Oh, saiai," Sand breathed, and he withdrew his fingers, sliding over Satoshi's prostate again as he moved between those strong pale thighs. Even with the inactivity of his convalescence, Satoshi's legs were so powerful, the translucent skin covering well defined muscles, and Sand ran his hands down Satoshi's thighs appreciatively.

Satoshi parted his thighs wide, shivering a little as Sand ran his hands down his thighs, the feeling of being stretched and ready to receive his beautiful elf making Satoshi breathless with happiness. "Please..." he moaned, reaching out for Sand, his eyes almost black with pleasure. Satoshi raised his legs from the bed, spreading himself as open as he could, a look of blatant invitation on his face, and his tongue snaked out to lick seductively at his lips.

Sand positioned himself and looked into Satoshi's eyes as he pressed the head of his generous cock past Satoshi's loosened pucker, feeling the velvet heat of Satoshi's ass surrounding his cock as he pressed himself in almost leisurely. Satoshi's back arched as Sand pressed in, and Sand let his hands slide up to cup Satoshi's firm round ass.

When Sand had sunk in to the balls, he leaned forward and captured Satoshi's lips in another passionate kiss, waiting for Satoshi to adjust to his cock. After a moment, Satoshi bucked his hips a little, and Sand withdrew slowly, his cock sliding over Satoshi's prostate and setting off white hot sparks behind Satoshi's eyes.

"You're so beautiful, saiai," Sand murmured, and he looked at Satoshi with wonder in his eyes. "I love you, Satoshi. I've never loved anyone the way I love you, the way I've loved you for so long, and for so many lifetimes."

Sand began to move again, long steady thrusts and languid withdrawals, gliding over Satoshi's prostate with every movement. Sand let himself fall forward, catching himself on his strong arms as he leaned over Satoshi to lap at his nipples before plundering his mouth again.

Satoshi mewled when Sand breached him, his eyes rolling back in his head as his mind emptied of everything except the glorious feeling of Sand stretching him and filling him. Satoshi had always loved just this moment more than everything, ever since that first time with Sand, because the elf filled him so perfectly, the burn just the right side of deliciously painful, and Satoshi somehow knew that they would always be like this. He bucked his hips, and arched into the licks to his nipples, whimpering into their kiss as Sand began to move, and the worlds all disappeared as Sand plundered him so slow and delicious.

"I love you, Masato," he moaned, his eyes sparkling with delirious pleasure, his voice raw and heated.

"The feeling of your coarse futon, and the blankets. And how we still preferred those after we returned to the court, and got to sleep with silk sheets, on thick futons. How we used to sneak quick encounters, in the stables, or down by the river."

Sand moaned wantonly as Satoshi surrounded him with molten pleasure. "Those stolen minutes were sweet, but not as sweet as our winter on the mountain, when I could love you without shame, watashi no samurai. That humble little hut, and that coarse futon was better than any palace."

Sand continued to thrust, feeling the heat in his belly expanding as he continued to plunder Satoshi. Satoshi mewled a little, his cock proudly erect and straining to find some friction, and Sand shifted to lower himself a bit, to press his belly against Satoshi and grind his cock between them.

"I'm so close, saiai. Come with me," Sand murmured, his hair falling over his shoulders like a glossy curtain. "Fall over the edge with me, watashi no kokoro."

Satoshi arched his back off the bed, his head falling back as he cried out in pleasure. Suddenly he grabbed Sand's hips and cried out, "Stop. Please stop. I want you to take me from behind. I want to feel that ring in your cock. I love that ring. And I love it when you make me come with your hands."

Satoshi pushed at Sand's chest, all but squirming under the elf, lifting his leg so he could turn around without letting Sand's cock slip from his ass.

Sand moved with Satoshi, helping him to turn and making sure he did not slip free, and when Satoshi had gotten his knees back under himself, Sand wrapped strong fingers around Satoshi's left hip and reached around Satoshi with his right hand, teasing his fingers up the length of Satoshi's cock. Sand pressed his own cock into Satoshi's ass, the ring in his cock riding Satoshi's prostate mercilessly, and Satoshi pressed himself backward, grinding his ass against Sand.

Satoshi's breath came in short gasps as he rolled over onto his knees, the feeling of Sand moving within him making him shiver uncontrollably with pleasure. Once he had his knees under himself, and Sand pressed into him, he rose up on his hands and knees, grinding back to take Sand in as deep as he could with a soft cry.

"Oh, fuck, Masato!" Satoshi howled, and grabbed the headboard to lift himself up on his knees, finding just the right angle to let Sand ride his prostate continuously, the thick ring in the head of Sand's cock setting off fireworks in Satoshi's head.

As Sand wrapped his hand tightly around Satoshi's cock, and stroked it, in time with his hard thrusts, Satoshi cried out with every movement, his head falling back onto Sand's shoulder. Then Kansas reached out and grabbed one of the steel rings in Satoshi's chest, giving it a slight twist and a tug, and Satoshi screamed. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming."

Sand fastened his mouth on the back of Satoshi's shoulder, where the neck met his shoulder, and he worked the mark he had begun earlier, darkening it as he felt his cock gripped by Satoshi's tight little ass. Sand's balls drew up as well, and he growled a little as he ground himself into that delicious heat.

"Oh, fuck, Satoshi, I'm going to come," Sand managed to gasp out, his hand stroking Satoshi's cock. Sand could feel himself hanging on the edge, and he knew he would spill the moment Satoshi spilled.

Satoshi shivered and whimpered, hot tears spilling from his eyes as his mind went utterly blank with pleasure, and he sobbed when his balls drew up hard and his cock twitched in Sand's hand. Long thick spurts of cum flew out over the pillow and Satoshi's ass clamped down around Sand so hard that Satoshi thought he could feel the shape of Sand's cock within him. He pushed himself back hard to meet the elf, still sobbing with pleasure and his muscles started to tremble with the intense orgasm, his ass rippling around Sand, drawing the elf in deeper.

Sand howled as his balls emptied convulsively, and he filled Satoshi's eager little ass with what felt like an endless stream of hot cum, his hips bucking as he pressed himself in fully, letting Satoshi milk him of every drop of cum. Sand buried his face in the hollow of Satoshi's neck where it met his shoulder, all but sobbing with the pleasure of his release.

Satoshi shivered convulsively as he felt Sand empty himself, grinding himself into Satoshi, his face buried in Satoshi's neck. Satoshi sobbed quietly as his muscles all went limp at the same time, and he slumped back against Sand, his head falling forwards and he could no longer hold himself upright.

"I love you, Ishikawa no Masato," Satoshi mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Sand eased Satoshi down to the bed, his cock slipping out of Satoshi. "I love you, Mori no Satoshi." Sand helped Satoshi to settle on the pillows, leaning over Satoshi to feather kisses across his damp cheeks tenderly. He curled up around Satoshi's back, his arms cradling Satoshi and he urged Kansas to nestle against Satoshi's chest.

"So beautiful, my loves," Sand murmured, one arm reaching out to drape across Kansas as well. "I'm so lucky to have you both in my life. I love you both, my sweet dragons."

Kansas smiled softly as he snuggled closer to Satoshi, kissing Satoshi's collarbone gently, his hand reaching around Satoshi to tease Sand's ear.

"I love you, Satoshi," Kansas whispered, nibbling the softest of kisses from Satoshi's lips and Satoshi moaned softly, hooking his leg over Kansas's thigh.

"I love you, Tatsuya," Satoshi whispered back, stroking Kansas's back, and Kansas looked over Satoshi's shoulder, smiling brightly at the elf.

"You've kept your promise to me. I love you, Masato."

"I love you, Tatsuya," Sand replied, his eyes filled with joy. "I'll always keep my promise. Always." He lifted his head, leaning over Satoshi's shoulder to kiss Kansas sweetly, tasting his youngest husband's mouth and loving the slightly minty taste that was uniquely Kansas. "If I ever don't, kick my ass hard, okay?"

Kansas moaned softly into the kiss, and giggled when Sand asked him to kick his ass if he ever broke his promise.

"Oh, I'll do worse than that. You know I will. The same goes for you, too," Kansas said, and crawled sinuously over Satoshi, into Sand's arms, his slim tattooed thighs straddling Sand's hips, and pearly white teeth teased the sensitive shell of Sand's ear.

Sand moaned happily under the assault on his ear, and his hands slid up along Kansas's ribs to tease Kansas's tight little nipples. His generous cock was already hardening, and he bucked his hips a little to press himself against the silken little ass that waggled so pertly on his thighs.

Kansas moaned a little and thrust his ass down to meet Sand's hips, grinding himself down on the thick cock that slid between his cheeks. For a moment he thought about taking Sand, and fucking him into next week, but he glanced over at Satoshi, noticing the longing look in Satoshi's eyes, and he decided against that. He realized that Sand and Satoshi both needed this, they needed this first time to be between themselves, their fresh start, their new beginning.

Kansas grinned a little wickedly at Sand, and grabbed the sweet oil and dribbled a generous amount into his palm, reaching down to stroke Sand's cock tightly, slicking it quickly. Then Kansas lifted himself up on his knees and smeared the rest of the oil over his slightly loosened pucker, grabbing Sand's cock again, and pressing himself down on the thick length with a loud howl. Kansas slammed his ass down, taking Sand in to the root in one swift plunge, his eyes filling with tears and he gasped breathlessly, his chin wobbling slightly with the intensity of the burn, as he sat prettily on Sand's cock.

Sand's hands wrapped around Kansas's slim hips, and he searched the little imp's face for signs of pain or unacceptable discomfort.

"Breathe, my sweet," Sand urged, not wanting to move until Kansas was ready for it. Their first time together had been far too rough on Kansas, and there was no way that Sand wanted to duplicate that. He knew Kansas had forgiven him completely, and he no longer dwelt on it himself, but Sand would not repeat mistakes if he could help it.

Kansas started to rise again, but Sand's hands on his hips stopped him, the elf urging him to breathe, and Kansas looked down into the dark blue eyes. Four years ago, they had been filled with longing, and a feral desire, and an appreciation for the beauty that Kansas was, and Kansas had screwed that up royally. Now those beautiful eyes were still filled with that desire and longing, but also with love. A deep never-ending love that belonged only to Kansas.

The little imp relaxed and ground his ass down a little, sighing as he adjusted to the thick girth, his eyes dancing when he smiled down at Sand. "You're still being smart for me. Here I go again, trying to take on something that's too big for me, too quickly," Kansas said with a slight giggle, splaying his hands on Sand's chest, and wriggling his ass around a little as the tight round muscle relaxed slowly.

"I want us both to enjoy this, my Kansas. It's been too long since we had a chance to play," Sand said with a radiant smile, looking at the beautiful slender imp and falling in love with him all over again. He reached up and ran his fingers through the black and blue mane that so perfectly framed the pale face of his youngest husband. "Look at you, so grown up and so gorgeous. I love you."

Kansas purred softly, his head automatically following the hand that ran through his hair, exactly like a loving puppy would do, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, but then focused back down on Sand, the imp unaware of what he had just done.

"I do enjoy this, you know. I like it rough sometimes. I just need to remember that I have a limit. And the size of your cock is toeing the line, especially if I'm not prepared for it," Kansas said with a soft giggle, and sank down on Sand's chest to kiss him sweetly, whispering between nibbles, "I love you, Masato."

As the short imp reached up to kiss Sand, his ass moved so that Sand's cock withdrew almost all the way, and Kansas moaned softly, lifting his chest a bit from Sand's chest as he slid back down on the thick cock, taking him in to the root. Kansas's generous cock skidded lightly against Sand's scarred abdomen, leaving behind a small trail of precum, and above the throbbing length, there roared Migime, his golden eyes now dull and looking just like any other human tattoo, the colors slightly faded.

Sand ran his fingers over Migime lightly, feeling a brief sorrow for Tatsuya's loss and remembering how wounded the young god had been. There were promises to be kept there as well, and Sand knew he would have to bring Satoshi to meet Tatsuya soon, when Satoshi was healed. Sand smiled up at Kansas, his smile tender and sweet.

"I know you like it rough sometimes. I do, too, but I don't like hurting you, not really hurting you. The burn, well, we both enjoy that." Sand laughed a little, his fingers teasing along the length of Kansas's generous cock to swipe a bit of precum. He licked his finger and smiled radiantly.

Kansas made a small playful growl deep in his chest and then barked at Sand, lifting his hips until only the head of Sand's cock was within his ass, and slammed down again, hard enough to make skin slap against skin. He sat up again, his hands splayed on Sand's chest, long slender fingers prodding at Sand's nipples, and he set their pace hard, his eyes rolling back in his head as he plundered himself on Sand's cock with wild abandon.

Sand moaned wantonly as Kansas's deft fingers toyed with his nipples, and he wrapped his own hands around the slender imp's hips, guiding him as he slammed himself down on Sand's thick cock. Sand's hips rose almost of their own accord to meet Kansas's frenzied bucking, and Sand could not bite back his moans as his cock was buried in that tight little ass. Sand shifted his angle, and he could tell by Kansas's shout that he had found the imp's sweet spot.

Kansas cried out deliriously when Sand hit his prostate dead on, and for a moment white light filled his head and his vision, his mind blank except for the heavenly pleasure that coursed through his small body.

Kansas could feel tears of pleasure pearling in his lashes, and he had lost his voice completely, the most coherent thing that came out of him a string of moans and cries. His whole body was singing with the pleasure that Sand was creating in him, and his heart felt light as a feather.

He opened up his bond to Sand as wide as he could, and his soul reached out to touch Sand's soul, allowing the elf to feel exactly how wonderful this all felt. Kansas's head lolled back as he arched his back, his mewls sounding a little bit like a little puppy's.

Satoshi stirred beside Sand and chuckled softly, nuzzling Sand's ear as he whispered, "I used to be able to make him mewl like that once."

Sand turned his head slightly to nibble a quick kiss from Satoshi, his love for Satoshi filling his eyes, and then he turned back to look up at Kansas, so close and so beautiful. Sand released one slim hip and wrapped long fingers around Kansas's cock, stroking it hard and fast.

"That's it, my joy, alasse'amin," Sand murmured, his voice husky with desire. "My beautiful little husband, my Kansas. Come for me, my love."

Kansas shivered slightly when Sand's hand wrapped around his cock, his back arching in a gorgeous arch, and his head falling back as he howled. His whole body twitched and his arms went limp, the imp so lost to his passion that he lost all control of his body, and his thrusts became terribly erratic. He started to mewl constantly, a long quiet string of nonsense, his eyes rolling back in his head and small tears trickling from his lashes, as he cried out and arched his back so hard that his head and arms were thrown back.

His balls drew up suddenly, and thick hot spurts of cum flew over Sand's chest, painting the pale chest with long glistening lines. Kansas's tight ass clamped down on Sand's cock painfully hard, and Kansas bucked his hips down almost hard enough to hurt, grinding down on Sand's cock as the tight passage rippled around the elf, drawing him over the edge with Kansas.

Satoshi sat up quickly and grabbed Kansas around the back so he would not fall backwards, his slender body utterly limp in Satoshi's arms, his hips unconsciously grinding down on Sand to milk him dry.

Sand screamed, his back arching as Kansas's tight little ass clamped down on his cock like a fist, and his balls emptied all at once, hot cum filling Kansas's spasming passage. Sand reached up for Kansas instinctively, stroking the beautiful pale skin as Satoshi supported the limp youngster. Sand could not even form words, so overwhelmed was he by the powerful sensations that gripped him, and he cried out as tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of his eyes.

Sand shuddered, his orgasm finally easing enough for him to focus his eyes, and he carefully lifted the limp Kansas off his softening cock and took him in his arms to ease him down in the bed. "Beautiful Kansas," Sand murmured, brushing sweat-damp tendrils of hair back from Kansas's forehead and kissing him tenderly. "Sweet little husband of mine, you're so gorgeous."

Satoshi helped Sand lay Kansas on the bed, then lay down beside his little lover, stroking his cheek gently. Kansas stared up at Sand with wide, innocent eyes, utterly lost to the power of his orgasm, his muscles trembling ever so slightly and his lips quivering as he smiled happily up at the elf. He was utterly unable to move, completely worn out by the explosive orgasm, and he could feel Tatsuya within, purring happily with his own release. Satoshi's arms around his small body felt wonderfully perfect, like home, and having the elf on his other side, only compacted that feeling even more. He felt a tiny pang in his heart when the thought flashed through his head that this would be perfect if he had his little silver haired star elf in his arms, but the thought was quickly replaced by the thought that he would be going home to his Erion only the next day.

Kansas licked his lips quickly, and tried to say something, but his brain would not cooperate, so he only managed a soft little moan, and his hand reached up to stroke Sand's cheek lovingly.

Sand cupped Kansas's cheek in his hand and leaned in to kiss Kansas's plump lips, his face radiant with love for his young husband.

"Thank you, my Kansas. Thank you, Tatsuya. I love you, watashi no ai. You're so perfect." Sand opened his bond with Kansas to share his own joy and love, the sated bliss of their lovemaking still sending small shivers up his spine. "Rest now, my beautiful imp."

Sand reached over and pulled Satoshi into a kiss, looking into those gorgeous dark eyes and smiling his radiant smile. "Let's cuddle this sweet imp for a bit, and then, if you feel up to it, will you fill me and make me yours?"

Satoshi shivered into the kiss, his hands fisting in Sand's hair and he moaned softly, his eyes sparkling with desire. When they broke the kiss, he licked his lips nervously and blushed sweetly.

"I'm sorry, I'm kind of exhausted. Maybe if we had some of those crazy wines you always make me drink, that keep me going like an elf, I'd have more in me. I'm so sorry. I really want to. I'm just too tired," Satoshi whispered, and his bond opened up to Sand again, to let Sand feel how Satoshi's muscles ached with the exertion, and how he really just wanted to lie down and sleep with his two most beloved husbands.

"Do you really think the Elverquisst would help?" Sand asked. "I don't want to push you too hard, saiai. Really, I don't, but I so want to feel you in me. I know we have Elverquisst here."

Sand reached out to stroke Satoshi's cheek tenderly. "I'm being greedy, aren't I? But I feel like we're being given a whole new chance. I'm being an idiot." Sand gave Satoshi a sheepish little look.

Satoshi leaned his head into the touch and smiled, his voice husky with his desire, and their bond pulsed with his longing for his elf.

"I'm sure. I'm just tired. I've been tired ever since I woke up from the coma. I'm not going to be able to fuck you to kingdom come, like you did with me, but honestly, I just want to make love to you now. And the Elverquisst would give me enough strength to do that," Satoshi said quietly, his hand reaching up to cup Sand's hand where it lay against Satoshi's cheek. "I love you, so much. I can feel it now. It's still buried deep, but I can feel it a little bit."

Sand gave Satoshi a radiant smile. "I know that you love me. I can feel it, saiai, even when you can't. I'm going to go and get the Elverquisst. You cuddle our little husband, and I'll be right back." Sand pressed a kiss to Satoshi's lips, his blue eyes bright with love. He slid off the bed, grabbing for his loose pants and slipping them on. He leaned over and kissed Satoshi one more time before dashing out into the main house, to the liquor cabinet in the living room.

Satoshi snickered a little when Sand all but jumped out of the bed and ran for the door. Satoshi snuggled down on the bed, gathering a softly snoring Kansas into his arms, and pressed a soft kiss to the young man's temple.

"I love you more than anything too, you know, Tatsuya. We've survived so much, and seen so much. I don't ever want to lose you, and I'll try my very best not to make you lose me. I promise, I'll try my best. I just wish I could let you feel it how much I love you, like I can let Masato feel it. Then you would never have to doubt me," he whispered softly, hoping that Kansas could feel his words, even if he did not hear them.

Santhiel looked up, startled, as Sand ran past him with a bright smile. "Masato? Is everything alright?"

"It's glorious," Sand replied over the clinking of bottles. "I know we have some here. Atara bought most of the production of Elverquisst for our wedding, and I brought some here. Aha!"

Sand leaned back, holding up a bottle triumphantly.

"I don't want to ask, do I?" Santhiel watched as Sand stood, his hair tousled and hanging loose, his pale skin marked with love bites, and his eyes glowing with joy.

Sand grinned and dashed back toward the apartment, his bare feet making no sound as he raced back into the bedroom.

"I have it, saiai!" Sand shimmied out of his pants and bounced into the bed, still holding the Elverquisst.

When Sand came hurtling into the bed again, Satoshi laughed softly and rolled Kansas to the side, tucking the little imp in with the blankets tight around his small body, and he smiled a little when Kansas stuck the tip of his thumb into his mouth, and curled up into a tight little ball, purring happily in his sleep.

"You are insatiable. Have I ever told you that?" Satoshi said with a giggle, falling back onto the pillows and licking his lips seductively, as he tugged on one of his nipple rings.

"You've told me, and I am, and it's because I can't get enough of you, my Satoshi." Sand leaned in and kissed Satoshi, nibbling his lower lip as he opened the bottle of Elverquisst. He handed the bottle to Satoshi as he reluctantly broke the kiss. "I forgot glasses."

Satoshi laughed brightly, and grabbed the bottle, huffing a little."Who needs glasses. I say they're overrated," he said with a snicker and took a long swig of the bottle, his eyes widening a little, then he moaned and his eyes fluttered closed as he chugged a couple of swallows before he handed the bottle to Sand again.

"Fuck. What is that wine? It's so weird. It tastes so... so... so... edoooo," Satoshi scratched his head as he tried to find the right words but when nothing came to mind he continued sheepishly, "Magical?"

Sand took a deep drink himself, savoring the flavor as the Elverquisst sent sparks up his spine and warmth through his veins. "I suppose it's magic," Sand replied with a grin. "It's the essence of a perfect summer's day, or so we claim, anyway. The fruits used to make it are only grown in a few carefully tended plots, and they ripen and need to be harvested in a single tenday." Sand shrugged. "Magic or masterful winemaking, either way, it works."

Sand leaned in and captured one of Satoshi's nipples in his mouth, teasing the little nub and scraping his teeth across it lightly.

Satoshi giggled and grabbed the bottle, chugging a few more sips, moaning softly between swallows as Sand teased his nipple to hardness.

"Okaasan is going to kill us for drinking this stuff like it's sake, though. I have a feeling that she does not approve of this being used as a pick me up so I can fuck some more, when I'm supposed to be recovering," Satoshi giggled, taking one more long swallow, before he reached out and put the bottle on the nightstand, precariously close to the edge, and tangled his hands in Sand's hair to pull the elf over to his other nipple. He could feel the warmth of the wine spreading through his body, reviving his muscles, clearing away the small aches and pains, and making his cock stir, waking up again slowly.

"Well, then, we don't have to tell her," Sand murmured between lapping at Satoshi's nipples. He moved lower, nibbling and licking his way down Satoshi's stomach and belly, heading for Satoshi's cock with singleminded fervor. "You taste delicious, do you know that? I love the way you taste."

Satoshi burst out in a giggle, knocking the back of his head against the headboard as he threw his head back. "Ow! What, you like the taste of sweat and haven't taken a proper bath in weeks? That's lovely. I think your tastebuds are broken, dude."

Sand started to giggle helplessly, but he still dragged his tongue across the head of Satoshi's cock with delight, tasting the velvety skin of the head with great delight. "No, don't think anything's broken. You taste like Satoshi, with a little hint of Kansas. Very nice."

Before Satoshi could say anything, Sand slid his lips over the head of Satoshi's cock, rubbing his tongue stud over the tender little cleft underneath. He purred around his mouthful, his hair spilling over his shoulders like a curtain as he began to lower his lips.

Satoshi moaned and banged his head against the headboard again when Sand lowered his lips over Satoshi's cock.

"Stupid headboard," Satoshi growled and smacked it with his hand, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his broken hand. He reached down and fisted his hands in Sand's hair, pushing a little to urge the elf to take him in deeper, wanting to bury his cock in Sand's mouth, and press the elf's pretty nose in the black curls at the base of his cock, much like he himself enjoyed doing when he went down on Sand.

Satoshi mewled softly, and lay his head carefully against the headboard so he would stop banging against it.

Sand purred louder when Satoshi fisted his hands in his hair, and he obligingly lowered his mouth, his tongue stud teasing its way along the thick vein that ran down the underside of Satoshi's generous cock. Sand slid down until Satoshi's cock hit the back of his throat, and he purred again as he shifted slightly and let Satoshi's cock slide down his throat, his nose buried in the soft black nest at its base.

Sand's cheeks hollowed as he drew back slowly, sucking hard the entire way, and Satoshi's hands cramped in Sand's hair as he writhed, his cock fully hard. Sand's tongue stud pressed firmly along the underside of Satoshi's cock and teased the cleft as Sand swirled his tongue around the head, teasing the slit with the very tip of his tongue.

Satoshi moaned loudly when Sand took him down to the roots, his hands pulling on Sand's hair a little to push the elf's nose into the curls at the base of Satoshi's cock. When Sand withdrew again, Satoshi growled a little bit, still tugging on the raven hair, but his growls quickly changed into a loud howl when Sand teased the cleft under the head.

"Oh, fuck. You're too fucking good at that," Satoshi mewled, his eyes glazed and his hips twitched as he tried to keep from thrusting into that tight mouth.

Satoshi groped around the bed until he found the vial of oil and reaching down to tug on Sand's shoulder he ordered in a husky voice, "Turn around. Let me taste that ass, while you suck me."

Sand shifted his position, straddling Satoshi's torso as he knelt and presented his ass to his pierced husband, never letting go of Satoshi's cock as his tongue continued to tease the slit and cleft. The position had the benefit of spreading Sand open for Satoshi, and Sand purred as Satoshi spread his cheeks even more.

Sand lowered his head, his agile tongue pressing against Satoshi's cock as Sand took him in to the root again, his nose pressed against Satoshi's balls this time as Sand swallowed around the generous cock in his throat.

Satoshi moaned as he felt Sand's nose press against his balls, the sight of the dark patch of skin before him utterly enticing. Satoshi purred like a cat and spread Sand's pale cheeks as wide as he could, swiping his tongue over the tight pucker.

"Oh, fuck, Masato," he moaned softly, twirling his tongue around the round muscle, flicking the tip of his tongue against the twitching opening, then pushed in hard. The ball stud in his tongue caught on the puckered skin and he twirled his tongue a little before he pulled out again and lapped at Sand's hole a few times, before pushing in again. He purred again, this time louder, and so hard that his chest vibrated, Sand's cock dribbling precum where it rested against Satoshi's sternum.

Sand purred as well, his throat vibrating around Satoshi's cock as he lifted his head, sucking hard as he withdrew. The sensation of being breached by Satoshi's tongue was maddeningly wonderful after so long, and Sand could not help pressing just a little into the strong muscle, feeling himself loosen in response. Mewling in delight, Sand sank down on Satoshi's cock again, his eager hole twitching happily under Satoshi's tonguing.

Satoshi's hips bucked a little, twitching with the longing to thrust into Sand's mouth hard and deep, and he tried to control himself by concentrating utterly on Sand's ass. Swirling his tongue around the tight ring of muscles, Satoshi dragged his lip piercings against the sensitive skin right behind Sand's balls, then pressed his tongue into the tight hole, breaching his elf and swirling his tongue a little. He pressed his thumb against the patch of skin behind Sand's balls and rubbed the elf's prostate from the outside, while he continued to fuck Sand's tight ass with his tongue. He could feel the muscle relaxing and pulled his tongue out to tease his thumb over the twitching ring, before pressing his thumb in and pulling slightly to stretch Sand a little. He chuckled faintly as the round muscle gaped a little at him, and he thrust his tongue in as deep as he could, suddenly wishing he had a long tongue like Vale did.

Sand drew back again on Satoshi's cock, his own cock twitching each time Satoshi pressed that wicked tongue into Sand's ass, and Sand had to concentrate so that he would not press back into that wonderful probing. His ass was loosening quickly, eager to be breached by the glorious cock he was sucking, and Sand mewled, torn for a moment between the pleasures of the cock in his mouth and the thought of that cock filling him perfectly.

Satoshi's thumb joined in the play, and Sand engulfed Satoshi's cock again, his nose teasing Satoshi's balls as Sand nuzzled them, the elf savoring the taste of Satoshi's precum as he swallowed. He could feel Satoshi's cock responding to the pressure of his throat, and Sand tried to focus on not pushing Satoshi over the edge too soon, a thought his ass seconded as Satoshi's tongue breached it again.

Satoshi pulled his tongue free for a moment and frowned with a slightly puzzled look, wishing that he had three hands because he wanted to touch that cock that was sliding against his chest so happily. After a moments hesitation, Satoshi left off rubbing Sand's prostate from the outside and wrapped his stronger left hand around Sand's cock, stroking it languidly. He pushed his thumb deeper into Sand's ass, stretching the willing muscle even more, and thrust his tongue in again, twirling it around and making sure that his tongue stud caught on the sensitive skin here and there. Sliding his thumb out slowly, he replaced it with his middle finger. Hooking his finger he found Sand's prostate, and teased the nub hard, while he fucked that wonderful willing ass mercilessly with his tongue, his hand stroking Sand's cock hard and tight.

Sand mewled, unable to keep himself from pressing back into the combined assault on his ass, his cock hard and leaking precum freely. He could feel his balls getting heavy, and the heat was growing low in his belly again, and he swallowed around Satoshi's cock almost desperately before drawing back and sucking hard. Keeping his mouth around the head of Satoshi's cock, he gave a needy moan, one hand fisting in the sheets as he shivered with the sensations wracking him.

Satoshi could sense how close Sand was getting, and he doubled his efforts, pushing his small tongue into Sand's ass as deep as he could, adding another finger to rub at Sand's prostate, and he tightened his fist a little around Sand's cock, despite the pain in his injured hand. His whole body longed to feel Sand come, just from this, and he thought to himself, Please, come, please, let go and come for me. Please, let me still be able to do it like this.

Sand shivered again, and then he gave a muffled howl as the heat in his belly spread, his balls drawing up and his ass spasming around Satoshi's finger and tongue. He released Satoshi's cock from the hot cavern of his mouth, his thighs quivering as he tried to refrain from pressing back too hard.

"Oh, fuck, Satoshi, I can't hold on," Sand moaned, his lashes beaded with tears of pure pleasure. "Oh, fuck..." His voice trailed off and then he screamed, his ass closing around Satoshi's finger as his cock jumped in Satoshi's hand, thick ropes of cum painting Satoshi's belly and his own chest as he screamed out his pleasure. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes as Satoshi pressed his prostate again, and Sand screamed even louder, his whole body trembling with bliss.

Satoshi pressed his fingers harder against Sand's prostate as the elf came so hard that he trembled, his tongue getting caught in the spasming muscle. Satoshi moaned as he felt the hot cum spread on his stomach, and he teased the spasming passage a little with his fingers while he withdrew them slowly, drawing out Sand's orgasm as long as he could, his hand milking every drop from Sand's cock.

Once he had the elf reduced to a shivering mess, Satoshi withdrew his fingers completely and gently eased Sand over onto his side, rolling him over completely and then crawled over to kneel between Sand's thighs.

Satoshi slicked his cock quickly with oil before lying down and pressing the head of his cock against Sand's loosened ass, breaching the elf in one hard thrust, making sure he jabbed Sand's prostate head on.

"Oh, fuck, my love. You are so perfect," Satoshi moaned and pushed in until his balls were snug against Sand's round globes.

Sand mewled as Satoshi breached him, his generous cock pressing past Sand's loosened pucker and making the elf's back arch in utter bliss as he was filled. Satoshi's cock hit his prostate, and Sand's mewl rose to a wail as lights exploded behind Sand's eyes again.

"Oh, fuck, Satoshi, yes," Sand managed to gasp out. "Oh, saiai, you feel so perfect." Sand's ass tightened around Satoshi's cock instinctively, the last echoes of Sand's orgasm still rocking the elf, and he spread his thighs as much as he could, welcoming Satoshi as his hands danced up Satoshi's chest to tease his nipple rings.

Satoshi stopped once his balls pressed against Sand's ass, and he rocked his hips a little to churn himself inside his elf, relishing the feeling of the prolonged orgasm that was still rippling through Sand.

"You are perfect, poldoramin. My perfect everything," Satoshi whispered softly, kissing Sand deeply as he withdrew slowly, and pressed in again, setting their pace mindnumbingly slow, and making sure he would drag over Sand's prostate in every stroke.

Sand looked at Satoshi, his blue eyes shining with his love for his slender pierced husband. "I love you," Sand whispered, tears of joy beading in his lashes as he gave himself over to the sensation of being filled, the slow pace drawing out the pleasure and amplifying the love that flooded Sand through his bond with Satoshi. It had been so long since Satoshi had even wanted to take Sand, and the sweet tender pace made it perfect.

Sand shivered every time Satoshi's cock dragged over his prostate, his own orgasm still sending faint tingles up his spine as Satoshi managed to prolong those final waves of rapture. Satoshi's dark brown eyes were the most beautiful sight as he watched Sand give himself over to the sweet lovemaking.

Satoshi sighed softly as he sank down on Sand, his head leaning against Sand's shoulder, his teeth nibbling on one sharp collarbone, his tongue painting delicate patterns on the pale white skin, his hips moving languidly.

Satoshi opened up to their bond, his soul reaching out to touch Sand's soul, and slowly the heat built in Satoshi's belly, as he climbed towards his own orgasm. Hot tears pearled in his lashes, his lips tickling up Sand's neck until he found that spot where he was used to marking his elf, and he nibbled on the soft skin, teasing it slightly until Sand lifted his chin to let Satoshi revive the mark.

The minutes ticked by, and after a long long while Satoshi's thrusts began to grow a little faster and slightly erratic, his balls heavy and full, and his body shivered with the pleasure that was building up deep within him.

"I love you so much. I can't tell you that enough," Satoshi whispered, looking into Sand's dark blue eyes, his hands stroking Sand's raven hair, and he pressed his lips against Sand's in a tender kiss, his hips moving a little faster, driving a little deeper into Sand.

Sand moaned in wanton bliss as Satoshi marked him again, renewing the dark mark that Sand wore proudly, his hips lifting to meet Satoshi's faster thrusts. His slim fingers slid into Satoshi's hair as he kissed Satoshi with tender passion, letting all his love flow outward to envelop Satoshi.

"I know you love me, saiai. I feel it, always, everywhere I am," Sand murmured into their kisses. "I love you, I've always loved you, and I always will. You'll never lose me, I promise."

Sand's hips lifted again, and he could feel almost a miniature orgasm building again, a heat in his belly and fireworks behind his eyes, and he gasped in pleasure as he kissed Satoshi again.

Satoshi moaned softly into the kiss and lifted Sand's hips a little more, driving himself a little harder into the tight ass. He could feel his muscles aching for release, his balls so tight and heavy it was becoming painful, and his cock twitched within Sand. Sand's ass spasmed around him erratically, suddenly squeezing him hard, and Satoshi howled as his balls finally jumped up and he emptied himself into the velvet heat of Sand's ass.

"Oh, fuck," Satoshi screamed, his entire body as good as convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm, an endless stream of cum filling the willing elf, and Satoshi could feel some of it spilling out as he ground himself against Sand. Satoshi's arms and legs gave out on him, and he fell down on Sand's chest, his hips bucking against Sand as he milked himself dry. After long drawn out minutes Satoshi finally stopped writhing, his cock softening slowly still in Sand's ass.

Sand wrapped his arms around Satoshi, his lips seeking Satoshi's lips as he kissed his beloved imp tenderly, his tongue teasing the pierced lower lip. "My beautiful Satoshi," Sand murmured, nuzzling the soft cherry red hair. "I've missed this, being yours. I know we'll get better now, both of us, because we still have our love."

Sand eased Satoshi over onto the bed, curling against Satoshi, cradling Satoshi against his chest. Kansas made a small and utterly adorable snort, wrinkling his small nose and then turning to wrap himself around Satoshi's back, one leg thrown over Satoshi as he snuggled close.

Sand managed to drag the covers up over the three of them, his entire body limp with relaxation. Kansas's arm as resting across Satoshi, and Sand laced his fingers with Kansas's thin fingers. "Let's sleep a bit, watashi no kokoro. I love you."

Satoshi pushed his arm under Kansas's neck and pulled the little imp closer, relishing the feeling of being squished between his two lovers. His husbands.

"Yes, let's sleep a bit. I'm exhausted," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against Kansas's forehead, then turning to press a kiss to Sand's lips. He snuggled down, leaning his head to rest against Sand's head, and his eyes fluttered closed, sleep claiming him within minutes.

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[The Great Sue Hunt]

Bronx looked at Kelk and arched a brow, a rather feral smile curling her lips as she considered the prospect. Myr was undeniably attractive, and the magic that seemed to ripple along her skin was both dangerous and delicious. Kelk was equally dangerous, and therefore equally delicious.

Bronx turned to 'Cune with that feral little grin that 'Cune was beginning to find worrisome. "Do us a favor. If anyone shockingly perfect wanders in, aim for around the midsection, unless it's Apollo. If they look slightly frazzled, don't shoot. The frazzled ones are either civilians or other members of our team."

"What – why do you need me to – oh!" 'Cune looked over at Myr, who was completely lost in the sensations that the purple-skinned Kelk was arousing with his all too deft fingers. She looked back at Bronx and gulped. "If I run into any trouble, can I – because I'm not really good at this sort of thing."

Bronx chuckled. "Everyone has to start somewhere. Just yell loudly. I'm prone to being inattentive when otherwise... preoccupied."

Bronx turned back to Kelk and the softly moaning Myr. Kelk was still wearing his stormtrooper helmet, although Bronx was sure he was wearing an amused expression underneath it. Her grin widened as she morphed her catsuit away, only the suggestion of delicate scales covering her as Bronx slid herself along Myr, tilting the smaller woman's chin up.

Magic was pulsing as Bronx lowered her head, her lips covering Myr's lips as her tongue danced along them. Myr could feel the stud in Bronx's tongue as Bronx moved to nibble Myr's jaw and up along the shell of her ear. The magic crackled on Bronx's tongue and sent a shiver down her spine, and she slid her fingers into Myr's silver hair as she turned her head to plunder Myr's mouth until the pinned woman was breathless. Myr returned the kiss with equal heat, and Bronx all but purred as she rubbed herself against Myr, sinuous and predatory.

Bronx finally let Myr up for air, looking into the other woman's eyes with pure lust. "Well, well. I think this could just about make up for missing out on that tasty man in the chainmail loincloth. You're right, Kelk. She's definitely lively. And very, very sexy. And all this magic, too." Bronx nibbled another kiss, sucking a little on Myr's lower lip. "I almost want to tuck you away in my hoard, so I can take you out and play with you whenever I want."

Myr's response was lost when Kelk stroked deft fingers across her swollen clit, and her head fell back as she moaned and whimpered, needing more than just the teasing little touches. Myr sent another pulse of energy into Kelk's cock and she heard Kelk click in amusement or pleasure, she could not tell which, and that was when Bronx's greedy mouth covered one of Myr's nipples, sharp teeth scraping with precise delicacy over the sensitive peak. Bronx nipped, enough to sting a little, and then lapped with her tongue to soothe the tender flesh before suckling Myr's breast with an appreciative growl.

At the same time, Bronx slid one hand along the hard muscle of Kelk's thigh, her fingers teasingly light as she moved her hand upward. Myr was still trying to coax Kelk along, her hand stroking his generous cock through the kilt he still wore, and Bronx chuckled as she let her own fingers ghost along his length and watched Kelk's mandibles twitch.

"You know, this could be a lot more fun if you'd let her off the wall," Bronx suggested. "And lose the kilt."

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[The Great Sue Hunt]

Bronx looked up and 'Cune, and she grinned, not one of her more feral grins, but a grin of genuine amusement. She reached up and grabbed the spear that was pinning 'Cune to the wall.

"I like you. Not sure I can do dickgirls nearly as much justice as I can do for highly oversexed and utterly depraved elves, but the elves have an edge. I like them, mostly naked and in pairs." Bronx yanked the spear out of the wall easily, catching 'Cune as she fell forward. "Now, you're off the wall, but in return, I'm asking you to not disappear. If one Tzu found you interesting, chances are others will, and I'm a lot less worrisome than a Tzu. That should give you some idea of what we're up against if I'm your safer choice."

Bronx looked 'Cune over and frowned. "I keep forgetting no one goes armed around here." She dug in the small red pouch on her belt, a pouch that seemed to hold a great deal more than it should, and 'Cune's eyes widened as Bronx pulled out a cloak and a hand crossbow with a quarrel of bolts.

"I'm going to trust you here. The cloak is a piwafwi, and its main advantage is concealment. Pull the hood up and step into a darker area, and you should be a bit safer. The bolts for this are loaded with a sleeping poison. I doubt the poison will kill the Tzus, but it might slow them down. I'd give you the ones loaded with Oil of Impact, but I don't know you well enough. Yet. If you make it through this and Foe doesn't kill you, I'll consider it."

"If Foe doesn't... KILL ME?" 'Cune squeaked, growing paler.

Bronx looked thoughtful. "Well, he did kill Kelk in the last 'verse we were in." She shrugged. "Thank the gods for spare bodies."

'Cune moved a step away from Bronx. "Maybe you should put me back on the wall. In case Foe gets mad or something."

"In that case, he'll be looking to kill me," Bronx said. "I'm not seeing the problem here. Unless you really don't think Sues are a bad thing?" Bronx chuckled at 'Cune's look of outrage. "Didn't think so. So, tell me what happened earlier. Why'd you two kill that civilian?"

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[Letter to my 16 year old self]

Dear 16 year old me:

Write. Really. All else be damned, pound the keys of that old Royal typewriter until they bleed. Other people can define success as they want to, but you have a voice and it should be heard.

And while we're at it, take that old Argus, and the black and white film that Harry gives you, and go take those photographs. Maybe you can't draw a straight line with a ruler, but you do have an eye for composition and form, and those tiny details you see? They work.

Laugh, a lot. They're right. Laughing makes for much better wrinkles than frowning, and more people are willing to laugh with you than are willing to sit around stewing in a pool of angst.

And lastly, you don't have to marry them. Sleep with them, sure. You can even live with them. But dear sweet gods on hairy pogo sticks, try to remember that you are a unique and free-spirited person who does not flourish in captivity. Unless he's willing to treat the ring on your finger as something other than a noose around your neck, RUN AWAY.

Love yourself,

Me, aged 55

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[The Great Sue Hunt]

Bronx spared a quick glance at 'Cune, pinned to the wall, as she muttered, "Oh fuck me."

"Civilians," Bronx growled. She reached into the bag of holding and pulled out the dagger Sanura had gifted her with, the red dragon blade she simply called Haurach--Fate. As she had feared, the pinned 'Cune attracted the attention of a Tzu. "And it just gets better and better. Foe wants to talk to you, and I'm going to assume he'd prefer you breathing for that, so you're in luck."

"Oh, you poor dear!" the Tzu said to 'Cune. "Let me dispatch this evil... person, and I can tell you all about the wonders of our great Mistress and the joys of self-insertion."

"I'm sorry, but did you just refer to me as a person?" Bronx said, her tone deceptively pleasant.

The Tzu arched a perfectly plucked brow at Bronx. "Well, yes, I did, you evil... person."

"Let me guess. Teen rating, right?" Bronx arched her own elegant brow, the faintest smile beginning to curl her lips.

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do specialize in Teen fiction for the greater glory of our beloved Mistress. I bring the joys of inserting one's own self into fiction to hordes of impressionable young girls everywhere," the Tzu chirped proudly.

"I see," Bronx said, and her faint smile grew a little more. 'Cune shivered, not liking that smile in the least little bit. "And you called me evil?"

"Well, yes!" The Tzu gestured. "Look at you! That outfit is practically painted on, and those heels just scream loosey goosey."

"They're fuck-me heels," Bronx said dryly, and the Tzu flinched. "Please don't mince words, since I'm hardly a teenaged girl. I'm dressed to entice, and that's because I do enjoy a pretty man with a hard cock and a desire to use said cock to make me scream loud enough to wake the fucking Pope."

The Tzu gagged a little and tried to move around Bronx toward 'Cune. "Please don't use words like that. They're offensive and totally unnecessary."

"Oh, really? I suppose that means you wouldn't want me to mention that I like the feel of a thick cock in my pussy, although I also enjoy taking it in the ass, and preferably at the same time, because two dicks are better than one. I like to suck cock, too. And I swallow the cum because spitting is really unladylike, and I would hate to be mistaken for a mannerless cunt." Bronx smiled cheerfully as the Tzu doubled over and began to vomit great gouts of black ink.

"But you know, the one thing I really never did like was inserting myself into my stories," Bronx continued, moving her foot out of the way of the spreading puddle of ink. "No, I prefer writing slash, and having all my pretty men fuck each other into a stupor, with cum slicking every possible surface and lots of asshole slurping. Tongue fucking, too. I really do like that. It's even better when I have men fucking elves, and the elves happily fucking the men, with big fat dildoes stretching assholes until they gape like barn doors."

The Tzu was twitching feebly as she dry heaved, the last few drops of ink wrung out of her. Her eyes were dull, the light fading as Bronx looked down at her. Bronx gave her a slightly anxious look.

"Do you think I'm too focused on slash? Do you think I should give dickgirls a try?" Bronx grinned as the Tzu collapsed and disappeared slowly.

Bronx looked over at 'Cune. "That one will need a good debriefing before she's ready to come back. But these Tzus... they're not nearly as tough as the first batch we encountered. I'm not so sure I'm happy about that, either. If they're not buffing the Tzus, who are they planning on throwing at us?" She examined Haurach pensively. "I wonder what you'll be able to tell us?"

[Probably an elementary question but how do you get notification of new reviews?]

It will be over the course of a few months, as I understand it. We would rather do this in stages, and deal with issues as they arise rather than do a sweeping change and perhaps wind up doing more harm than good.

I'd suggest keeping an eye on the monthly news announcements, since Apollo, our site owner, will be giving everyone warning before the next changes are rolled out, especially if there is anything that our users need to do to prepare.

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Sand looked at Satoshi and shook his head, smiling a little. "Saiai, anything we have forgotten, we can get from the house in Neverwinter. We will stop there before going on to Evereska."

"Did I pack my favorite hoodie? I can't go without that hoodie. It's my most comfortable one." Satoshi looked up at Sand, his pink tongue peeking out to poke at his piercings. "Maybe we shouldn't even be going. Maybe this is a bad idea."

"Nonsense, this is a marvelous idea," Sand replied, unruffled, as he leaned in to nibble a kiss. "And you are wearing your favorite hoodie, as you insisted you would." He reached past Satoshi to close the bag of things Satoshi had insisted he required.

"How will I keep up with my physio?" Satoshi asked, a fretful note creeping into his voice. "I need the swimming, Masato. That really helps, and it tires me less than other things. And I have to take my laptop."

Sand smiled angelically. "The point of going to Evereska, watashi no kokoro, is so that you will be healed and not require physio. Vale has asked his sister Ardiel to meet us there, to supervise the healing. He has also worked with the gnomes in Neverwinter to create a solar powered battery charger for your laptop. Mist and Santhiel have a lovely pool that is at our disposal, and the weather in Evereska is balmy. Yuji has put the Hayashi estate at our disposal as well, and there is an equally lovely pool there, as well as the onsen."

"Stop it, Masato," Satoshi said, glaring up at Sand. "Stop being so fucking reasonable."

"Would you prefer it if I put you over my shoulder and hauled you off like a sack of grain?" Sand chuckled. "You should know by now that I am not going to be put off by your grumblings."

"Masato." There was an entirely different note in Satoshi's voice, and Sand turned and dropped to his knees to face Satoshi. "I'm sorry. I'm just scared. I want to believe that this is going to work, but it's hard."

"I did not expect it would be anything less, saiai," Sand replied, reaching up to stroke Satoshi's cheek tenderly. "It is hard to believe in such things. It goes against everything you have known, and everything you have been taught to expect. But that was then, and this is now, and you deserve this and so much more."

"I know I should be used to what you can do by now, but I'm not, and you're right. It's hard to believe that it will work for me." Satoshi looked into Sand's eyes, his dark brown eyes utterly serious. "I want to believe. I'm trying." Tears beaded in his lashes. "I'm trying."

Sand pulled Satoshi close, kissing him tenderly. "You are doing marvelously well, cormamin. Let us go and get settled in at the estate in Evereska. We will deal with this like elves, one day at a time."

"And what if I can't deal with it? Or if it doesn't work?" Satoshi's lips trembled. "What then?"

"Then we try other things. Saiai, there is always another option. We are trying elven healing magic. Humans have their own magics, just as powerful, and that is what healed Yuji. This is not our only chance, and we will find a way that works. I am certain of it." Sand wiped the tears that had spilled over and trailed down Satoshi's cheeks. "Hawk and Sora are meeting us in Neverwinter, and will travel with us to Evereska. Duilin'ai is with Mist, and we will see them when we arrive. Now, do you think we should take the folding wheelchair?"

"I suppose so," Satoshi replied. "If we're really doing this, then let's just go. I want to get this over with." He looked sidelong at Sand, fighting to keep his lips from trembling. Sand could hear the rest of the sentence as clearly as if Satoshi had spoken it. Not that it's going to work anyway...

"I think that would be a wonderful idea," Sand replied, taking a deep mental breath. "Shall we walk over to the portal?"

"Yes," Satoshi said, standing and taking Sand's arm with grim determination. They walked down the hallway, to where the family was gathered to say goodbye.

Satoshi sighed under his breath as they approached the family, Satoru smiling at him with an encouraging smile, and Eryn had her "silly bird" look on her face.

"Have a good trip and make sure that you are fully healed before you come back. And don't push yourself too hard, Satoshi-kun. You need to do this slowly," Satoru whispered and held Satoshi tightly, kissing his temple gently.

"Yeah, I know, tousan. I'll be careful," Satoshi answered with a tone of defeat, and gave his father and Eryn an epically fake smile, his eyes almost black with sadness.

Eryn snorted a little, and pulled Satoshi over to kiss him. "The only thing you will need to be careful of is that Vanyaduilin doesn't wear you out. The Spring will work, Satoshi-kun. This is what I've done for well over five hundred years. Go and heal and come back to us with your beautiful smile back in your eyes as well as on your lips." She stroked Satoshi's hair with tender motherly love.

Satoshi blushed and ducked his head, nodding as he mumbled something that was supposed to be a promise, but not even the elves could hear it properly.

Satoru lifted Takara off the floor, so she could slip her arms around Satoshi's neck, and kiss his cheek. Satoru did not dare to let Satoshi hold the little girl himself, so Satoru held her as Satoshi wrapped his arms around his daughter and kissed her hair.

"I love you, wildcat. I'll see you in a few weeks," Satoshi said with a loving smile and Takara's chin wobbled a little bit as she nodded her head, trying very hard to be brave.

"You go and get fixded, and hurry home, chichi. And be careful with toufan, becaufe he ifs not very happy now. I will hold down the fort. And I promife to be good." Takara sniffled and kissed Satoshi on the lips, being careful of his piercings and Satoshi stroked her hair gently, nodding.

"I'll be good, too, and I know you'll hold down the fort. I love you, Takara."

Willow reached out and grabbed him into a tight embrace, kissing him with passion, and Satoshi moaned softly into the kiss, taken utterly by surprise. "You better get your pretty ass back here, all healed up. I've missed you way too much, and I'm going to miss you while you're away. And your children miss you even more than I miss you, so hurry back."

As Sand handed Michi back to Willow, the small half elf held out her arms to Satoshi, her little face bright as she chirped, " 'San!" Willow laughed and scooped her youngest daughter up, and brought her to Satoshi, Michi giggling in pure delight as her adored tousan came close enough for her to pat gently.

Satoshi's lips parted in a small beautiful smile, completely unconscious as he felt Michi's soft hands on his face, and he leaned in to kiss her cheek lovingly, whispering to her, "I love you, little bit. You be good to your mama, while I'm gone, and don't grow up too fast. I'll try to be back before you start talking and walking, alright. My pretty little bit."

Willow smiled, stroking his cherry red hair, and he nodded at his wife as he moved over to Yuji.

Yuji put his hands on Satoshi's shoulders, and stared at him for a few moments, until Satoshi blushed and looked down, to avoid Yuji's stare.

"I love you, Neko. It's as simple as that. And I trust these cracked elves that we're married to, you know. I trust them with my life. Please do the same. You trusted them with my life, and I trust them with yours. They would not promise us something they can't do. So, please, just believe them. I love you. And I'll miss you," Yuji said quietly, then pulled Satoshi into an embrace and Satoshi sobbed softly against Yuji's shoulder.

"I love you too, Yuji," he whispered and Yuji nodded, one hand tangling in Satoshi's hair for a moment, and they held each other for a long while, before Yuji let go of Satoshi, and they both nodded at each other.

Aika came over, her beautiful face solemn and her perfect eyes as serious as they had ever been. "You go and get better, keifu, because we all need you. Tousan is right, and you are our heart. I know, because mine hurts when you're not here, so hurry up and get better. I love you, keifu." Aika's chin wobbled just a little as she let Yuji lift her to kiss Satoshi, her arms going around his neck.

Satoshi's chin wobbled a little when Aika put her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his hands around her small back, giving her a tight squeeze. "Please don't be sad. I'm going to get better. I promise. I don't want your heart to be hurting. I'll hurry home, I promise, our little love song. I promise," Satoshi whispered, his voice trembling and he had to blink his eyes rapidly to stop his tears from overflowing. He sniffled a little as he let go of her, and stepped back.

Vale held out his arms and held Satoshi for a long moment, his face buried in Satoshi's soft hair. His voice was full of love when he finally spoke. "Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva, mela en' coiamin." Vale cupped Satoshi's face between his hands and kissed Satoshi with tender passion, not holding back on the wild love that filled the bond between them. "Sweet water and light laughter until we meet again, love of my life. My beautiful love, my sweet Satoshi. He's crazier than anyone I know, but trust him. He loves you without limits."

Satoshi managed the faintest of smiles as he looked up into Vale's eyes, and nodded his head. "He has to be the craziest for loving me so much. I left you a little gift on your pillow. It's only a demo, but I think you, Eryn and Yuki will get a kick out of it. I love you."

Hikaru let Vale scoop him up so he could press a sweet kiss to Satoshi's cheek. The little blond stroked Satoshi's cherry red hair. "I love you, pretty keifu. Get better and come home to us. I'll miss you. I'm going to practice Chopsticks on the piano with tousan, okay?"

Satoshi giggled softly at Hikaru's words and nodded his head, "I love you too, kame, turtle. You practice hard so you can be as good as tousan on the piano. I'll miss you, too. Keep being so nice to Takara, while I'm gone, alright, because she really does love you a lot." He leaned in and kissed Hikaru's blond curls, stroking his smooth cheek.

Erion stepped up next, wrapping his arms around Satoshi with a ghost of a sob. "I love you, Satoshi. Aishiteru. Come home healed and happy, because I'm going to miss you every day until you do. And I'll take good care of Kansas, and make sure he's okay," Erion promised, his silver eyes filled with love for Satoshi.

Satoshi nuzzled Erion's neck and kissed him softly, whispering into the fragrant skin, "Sukoshi otto. Little husband. I'm going to miss you. Make sure that you take care of yourself, too. I don't want you to fall apart thinking about Kansas too much. I love you, baby."

Erion nodded emphatically, not quite ready to let go of Satoshi. "I'll be careful, and take care of myself, too. Don't let atara fuss over you too much. She gets broody when she's pregnant, and starts mothering everyone half to death."

Satoshi chuckled mirthlessly, and shook his head, kissing Erion lightly on the lips. "I'll be careful. I'll probably just irritate her until she's about ready to throttle me, but I'll be careful."

Erion nodded, and released Satoshi, stepping back to give Kansas a chance to say goodbye, shrinking back into Eryn's arms.

Kansas slid into Satoshi's embrace when Erion let go of him and stared into the dark brown eyes intently, staring deep into Satoshi's soul. "There is nothing that I can say that will change your mind, Satoshi. I know it's hard to believe, and that you don't want to, but please trust us. You've never doubted us before, so please trust us. All of us, not just the elves. That is the one thing you have ever demanded of us, that we not break your trust. Now use that trust, my love," Kansas said, his voice sounding far older than his twenty-four years, and his granite gray eyes sparkled with a deep wisdom that only came with age.

Satoshi nodded his head slowly, unable to look away from Kansas's eyes, and his voice trembled ever so slightly when he answered, "But I do trust you all. I don't trust myself, on the other hand."

Kansas nodded, and leaned in to kiss Satoshi, slow and tender, the passionate love between them plain to see. When they broke the kiss, Satoshi was slightly breathless and Kansas whispered, "Then trust us when we tell you that you will be healed. If you can't trust yourself, then trust in us."

Satoshi nodded slowly, his chin trembling and small tears pearled in his lashes, his hand lingering on Kansas's cheek. They exchanged one last look, their love for each other obvious in their eyes, then Satoshi let go of Kansas and looked at Ryuu.

Ryuu stared up at Satoshi with a stoic face, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Satoshi's waist, holding him tightly, his face buried in Satoshi's abdomen.

Satoshi bent down unsteadily and kissed the top of Ryuu's head, his voice low and trembling. "Watashi no ryu," he whispered and Ryuu nodded slowly.

"Watashi no ryu no chichi. I love you," Ryuu whispered back, looking up at Satoshi with his dark brown eyes, and a tear fell from Satoshi's lashes, landing on Ryuu's cheek.

"I love you so much. You are my little bronze dragon. My son. You always make me proud, and I love you so much."

"I know, chichi. And I love you. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You are the best chichi in the whole world, and I could not be who I am without you. So, please don't be so stubborn, and listen to tousan. You know he would never lie to us. I will take care of the kids and sofu while you are away, and I'll make sure the girls behave themselves. Then you can come back for the new year's and we can start a new year together and be happy," Ryuu said softly, his arms tight around Satoshi, and Satoshi nodded, more tears falling from his lashes to land on Ryuu's cheeks where they mingled with Ryuu's tears.

Satoshi bent down again, even more unsteady on his feet now than before, and pressed a lingering kiss to Ryuu's forehead, the little boy stretching up on tiptoe to press a kiss to Satoshi's cheek.

"Now go, chichi, before I start really crying, and can't let you go," Ryuu said softly and patted Satoshi on the hip, waving at Sand to kiss him good bye as well, and Satoshi took a step back with a small wry smile.

"Yeah, we should get going, or I won't be able to leave," he said with a small mirthless grin, and looked at Sand, asking, his voice trembling, "Shall we, poldoramin?"

Sand thumbed the runestone that activated the portal, Satoshi's bag resting on the wheelchair. Satoshi took a deep breath, gathering his resolve, and he stepped through the portal, Sand right beside him.

The house in Neverwinter was quiet and familiar, everything in its place, and Maela could be heard in the kitchen, scolding Sorien about something or other while the wood elf just laughed at her. Hawk looked up as they appeared, and called out to Sora in delight.

"Sora! Miramin! They're here!" Hawk called out, and hurried over to embrace Satoshi and Sand. "Toror'ae, it's so good to have you both here, at last." He lowered his voice dramatically. "Sora's been checking the portal every few moments, and she's fussing more than she did when she was pregnant."

"I have not been fussing, you big idiot," Sora said, smacking Hawk's arm gently as she came into the room. "Why are you making Satoshi stand around? Come on, let's get you sitting for a bit. Knowing you, you stood around and said goodbye to everyone and got yourself all tired."

Sora had managed to get Satoshi tucked into a comfortable chair, and his bad leg elevated on a cushioned stool. Maela breezed in with a tray with tea and mochi that she had made herself.

"Hello, Satoshi-san," Maela said in her increasingly fluent Japanese. "It's so good to see you again. You rest a moment, and have some tea, and then you can head off to Evereska. Master Nathe has the portal all set up, to take you from here right to Yuji-san's estate there."

Satoshi waffled as he was all but manhandled into a fluffy chair, his leg moved onto a footstool, and then Maela came swooping in with the tea and mochi.

"Thank you, Maela. That looks really good, but honestly I just ate. And I'm really not that tired, hibaba. I got a good nap after my swim..." Satoshi started to move as if he meant to stand up, but Sora pushed him back down and ordered in her most grandmotherly tone of voice, "Sit, and drink your tea. You have to keep up your strength."

Sora glared at Hawk as she spun around to follow Maela to the kitchen again, and ordered, as if she was ordering a private in her own personal army, "Keep him sitting and no funny business. You're supposed to be the oldest and that should make you the most responsible. So, make sure he sits and eats his tea."

Satoshi stared after Sora as she sashayed out of the living room, then he looked up at Hawk and grinned impishly. "Did she hit her head and forget who she married, or...?"

Hawk burst out laughing. "Do you honestly think I'll cross her when she takes that tone of voice? She's a slip of an elf, but I'd rather take on a clan of orcs single-handed. Well, male orcs. Orc matrons could give Sora a run for her money in the 'scare the shit out of me' race." He winked and yelled toward the kitchen, "Of course, miramin!"

Sora peeked around the corner and glared even more at her husband, and if a tone of voice could glare, hers did. "Don't take that tone of voice with me, Hawk Iradil," she said then disappeared back into the kitchen, as if Hawk should know exactly what she meant.

Satoshi snickered and grabbed one of the sticky mochi balls, and bit into it, the sticky candy gluing his mouth closed, so all he could do was snicker through his nose.

"There, you see? And that's why I utterly adore her, and no other elf could measure up to her. She's magnificent," Hawk said happily, and the look of love he turned toward the kitchen was wonderful to see. "But that's good, you're gluing your mouth shut with sticky things, and Sora will be happy. These are really good, though." Hawk grabbed a mochi and popped it into his mouth while Sand snickered.

"You are quite the conversationalist, toror'alta," Sand teased, pouring tea for Satoshi and for himself. He waved the teapot at Hawk, who nodded vigorously.

Satoshi snickered some more, struggling to unglue his mouth by trying to chew. Eventually he managed to roll the bite of mochi into a smaller ball in his mouth and took the tea gratefully, to help dissolve the mochi.

"They're really good. A bit on the sticky side, but they're good," Satoshi said and licked at his fingers, biting into his mochi again, and snickered helplessly as his mouth glued closed again.

Sand reached over and helped himself to one of the candies, biting into it and promptly snickering as he too was silenced. Sora stuck her head in, grinned, and ducked back into the kitchen, announcing loudly, "You see, Maela? I told you, sticky is perfect. You make them that way, and feed them to the damned gnomes, and you'll get some peace."

Sand sipped his tea, freeing up his mouth, his expression one of amused outrage. "We were an experiment? Truly?"

"It's no worse than you and your potions, toror'ai. Mist still hasn't forgiven you, you know." Hawk grinned and reached for another mochi. "Me, I know what side my mochi is sweetened on."

Satoshi growled indignantly as he struggled to swallow his bite of the mochi, and eyed the two elves suspiciously. "Seriously? Did my hibaba just use me for an experiment? Me, her poor broken up great grandson? How cruel," he said in a slightly mock indignant tone, his chin wobbling dramatically.

Hawk began to laugh, or to at least try to laugh around the sticky mochi, tears streaming down his cheeks. Sand thumped him on the back helpfully, and Hawk collapsed in a heap, his shoulders shaking as he struggled to free up his mouth.

"Really, I have no idea why Maela has such a problem with the gnomes. They are quite helpful," Sand said with utter innocence.

"They never stop talking!" Maela yelled. "Never! They talk in their sleep!" She popped out of the kitchen with a new plate of much less sticky mochi. "Ask me how I know that. I dare you." She glared at Sand.

Satoshi grabbed the front of his sweater and buried his face in the neckline to try and hide his laughter, then suddenly piped up, using one of his many cute voices, from underneath his sweater. "Because one night they decided to sleep walk, ended up in your room, and decided to hold the annual gnomish debate about the efficiency of steam powered back scratchers."

Maela whirled around to look at Satoshi, trying to hold on to her outraged expression, but her lips were twitching, and she began to laugh. "You peeked!"

Satoshi roared with laughter, and yelled back, "Peeked at what?" His face turned beautifully crimson and he buried his face even deeper in his sweater, his eyes sparkling with his laughter.

Maela sank to an empty chair, laughing delightedly. "You know you like those back scratchers."

Sora came in and poured herself a cup of tea, looking at Hawk who had managed to get himself off the floor and into a chair. "More of a handful than Duilin'ai, you are." She seated herself on the edge of Hawk's chair, and he lifted her gently and sat her on his lap.

"Amin mela lle, miramin," Hawk said, his eyes shining.

"Mela lle, faralinamin," Sora replied, leaning back into her husband with a happy sigh. "Now, when we're done, we can pop over to Evereska. Taren's at the estate, and she'll be looking after you two. Don't say a word, Mori Masato. I've seen you in a kitchen."

Satoshi snickered as he popped his face out of his sweater again, and reached for another, less sticky mochi, and glancing apologetically at Sand he said, "She's right, Masato. I'd rather have Taren cook for me than you. Honestly with your skills in the kitchen, I'd be scared you'd poison me before you'd manage to scare up something edible. And no, rice does not make a good meal for every meal of the day."

Sand threw his hands up and laughed. "I surrender, saiai. I will not go near the kitchen, with the exception of tea. I can manage tea."

"Does he really make rice and call it a meal?" Hawk asked, beginning to laugh all over again. "Please, toror'ai, even I can manage more than that."

Sora looked at Hawk and snorted. "You cut up fruit for our daughter and think you've cooked. Although the grilled rothe on skewers was quite nice."

"No, he doesn't actually. It's just the only thing he can do right, so Willow lets him do the rice usually. He is good at cutting up fruit, too, and his tea is excellent. But anything involving the stove or the microwave he's banned from. Although given how well he's driving now, that might change. If you want to, that is," Satoshi turned and smiled lovingly at Sand, his eyes sparkling with his love for the blue eyed elf.

"Soup," Sand said with a laugh. "I am permitted to heat soup in the microwave, although Vale has left the note on the front reminding me to remove the spoon. But I do not think microwaves and stoves will be an issue here, and I am quite comfortable with braziers –"

"No!" Hawk yelled, sitting up and nearly unseating Sora, who smacked his chest reprovingly. "Please tell me that you won't cook on braziers. Do you remember trying to toast pieces of celarta in your room? Stick to microwaves, please."

Satoshi coughed into his tea cup and his eyes were wide when he looked at Hawk, his tone unbelieving when he asked, "What happened then? Please don't tell me it was worse than setting the microwave on fire, or exploding it like a fucking firecracker."

Sora quirked an eyebrow at Satoshi, and he automatically responded, "Sorry I cursed, hibaba."

"He never told you this one?" Hawk asked in disbelief. "Really, Masato, I had no idea you never shared this one." Hawk looked anything but sorry, however, and he leaned forward a bit. "You can ask atara if you think I'm exaggerating, but we needed to rebuild an entire wing of the house."

"It was not quite that bad," Sand protested.

"My little brother here loved celarta slices fried up and dipped in honey. So, one night, he decided to make a snack for himself, but since he was caught up in a particularly engrossing tome, he simply grabbed a celarta and a pot of honey and headed back to his room." Hawk grinned. "The first slice wasn't so bad, and he dipped it in the honey. But then he decided the honey would taste better if that was heated as well, so the next slice was heated, dipped and then he went to heat it again. Flaming drops of honey everywhere, on his desk, and trust me, his desks have looked the same all his life."

Satoshi started to laugh and imitated something going up in flames with his hands as he made a loud "Whoosh!" and roared even louder as he looked at Sand. Tears started to pearl in his lashes as he laughed and he gasped out between bouts of laughter, "Oh, man, Willow would skin you alive for that."

Sand shook his head and appeared about to protest again, when Hawk continued.

"Well, Masato here decided to do something about the flames that were engulfing his desk, and being who he is, the first thing he decided to try was, you guessed it, magic. But magic is tricky when you're first learning it, and it's really hard to concentrate when all your careful notes are going up in flames. He thought he was conjuring an ice spell, or even a water spell." Hawk began to laugh. "He conjured a fire mephit, who proceeded to set fire to everything the flaming honey had missed."

"In my defense, my masters later told atara that conjuring a mephit was quite advanced," Sand said, looking indignant.

Satoshi roared even louder, gasping for air, and tears flooded his cheeks, but somehow he did manage to squeeze out of himself. "Why does it not surprise me that that's the first thing you think of?"

"It was a magnificent blaze," Hawk confirmed gleefully. "It took three mages to put it out, and there was a rather irritated water elemental to be placated, but that was when Masato here learned his first mending and cleaning cantrips."

Sand shrugged lightly. "Atara did say that the storerooms probably needed cleaning out."

Satoshi was hanging sideways over the armrest of his chair, gasping for air and sort of twitching with his helpless giggles, his eyes bright with laughter. "Oh, I don't blame her. I wish I had been there to see it," he said between giggles and Sora snickered a little bit on Hawk's knee.

"I remember hearing that story. Although the way I heard it, it involved massive fireballs and at least two mephit," Sora said with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"It grew in the telling," Sand said with a smirk. "But now, if you are feeling up to it, saiai, shall we go visit the scene of the crime? Or at least the general vicinity, since we are staying at Yuji's house?"

Satoshi drew a deep breath and wiped his tears from his cheeks, looking up at Sand plaintively.

"Can't. He wore me out by making me laugh too much. I can't walk," Satoshi griped and pointed an accusing finger at Hawk, only to have Sora reach out and slap his hand lightly, telling him, "It's rude to point, Satoshi. Now go on, you're not an invalid even if you are little gimpy at the moment. Masato can help you."

Satoshi grumbled a little more, but he allowed Sand to help him stand, leaning on Sand while Hawk took charge of the wheelchair. Hawk kept giving Satoshi sidelong looks and snickering, until Sora smacked Hawk's arm and told him to stop distracting Satoshi.

Maela added a bundle of meat pies, sandwiches and a large flask of cool sweet tea, despite Taren being at Yuji's estate already, insisting that they would have enough to do settling in without thinking about a meal, and it would give Taren a break as well. She hugged Satoshi gently, her pretty eyes bright with friendship as she wished them swift healing.

Nathe had indeed arranged for the Neverwinter end of the portal to be in the house, and it was only a few steps down the hall to the playroom, where the portal waited. Satoshi held Sand arm as tightly as he could manage, his steps slower than his injured leg would need to make them, and Sora shot Sand a quick look of concern behind Satoshi's back. Sand looked back with a small nod, trying to reassure Sora that Satoshi would be fine, but she frowned a little to indicate her concern.

Hawk picked up on the exchange of looks, and set about distracting Satoshi. "We've moved your bed down to the first floor, and set you up in the guest apartments there. This way, you have your own bathroom attached to the main bedroom. Vale sent over a bathing stool with handles as well, for the shower, and the pool and onsen have been freshly cleaned. It should be pretty comfortable, I think."

Satoshi nodded, his dark brown eyes paling a bit as they approached the portal, and Sand could feel his apprehension rising through their bond.

"It is alright, saiai," Sand said quietly. "We will give it a day or so when we arrive before we begin anything. I know you need a little time to relax."

Satoshi looked at Sand mutely, the grief and pain in his eyes making Sand want to wrap his arms around Satoshi and shelter him. That would do nothing to help Satoshi for the long run, however, and letting Satoshi hide was a luxury they could not afford. Sand firmed up his resolve and managed a small smile of encouragement.

"You are walking so much better, saiai," Sand said, pouring all his love through their bond. "Just a few more steps, and we will be home."

"I'm tired, Masato," Satoshi replied, his voice as dull as his eyes, and Sand bit back a sob.

"I know, cormamin, and you can rest when we get to the house. I will take you straight to the bedroom." Sand wrapped his arm around Satoshi's waist, sending strength through their bond along with his love.

They stepped through the portal, into the small guest apartment at Yuji's Evereskan estate, and Sand guided Satoshi to the side of their bed, the beautiful wooden platform from Suldanessallar already set up with a futon and pillows, silk comforters folded neatly at the foot of the bed.

Hawk busied himself delivering Maela's food offerings to Taren, while Sora helped Sand to get Satoshi settled in the bed, the slender pierced man rolling away from them and curling in on himself. Sand's expression faltered a little, and Sora reached out to squeeze his hand.

"Sleep for a bit, Satoshi," Sora instructed, her voice soft but firm. "You have a little time before dinner, but then I want you up to eat a proper meal. You can't hide in the bed, magomusuko."

"I know, hibaba. I'll get up." Satoshi's voice was flat and emotionless, and Sand leaned over to kiss him gently, lowering his eyes to hide the grief in them from Satoshi.

"I will come back for you, saiai. Rest well. Aishiteru, watashi no kokoro." Sand stroked Satoshi's hair, and Satoshi turned a little to look at Sand.

"I know, Masato." Satoshi's eyes warmed a little when he looked at Sand, the moon elf's head bowed slightly. "Aishiteru, watashi no tsuyo."

Sora tugged Sand out to the kitchen, where Taren handed him a glass of wine. Sand sank into a chair and took the wine, sipping it with a grateful smile.

"He's been doing this a lot?" Sora asked. "The mood changing like that?"

Sand shrugged helplessly. "He is afraid, Sora. He fears that we cannot heal his hands, and that he will never be able to make his music again, that he can never again pick up a guitar and coax beauty from it. I will do whatever it takes to give that back to him, and I know we can do this, but he is afraid to even hope."

"And you're at your wits' end trying to figure out how to make him hope," Sora said with gentle sympathy. "The thing is, Masato, as you well know, he was never given any reason in his life to hope. I have no idea how he's hung on this long, really. He just keeps pushing back against the crap life throws at him. He does love you, though. Just hold on for his sake."

Hawk rubbed Sand's back with brotherly love. "Any time you need to blow off some steam, toror'ai, I'm here. I might not have answers, but we can drink enough whiskey to paralyze a dwarven clan and I can listen."

Sand smiled at Sora and Hawk, taking a deep breath and letting the very air of Evereska fill his lungs. Being home did give Sand added strength, and he let himself relax for a moment, in the company of elves, in the land where he had grown up.

"I will be fine," Sand said, his smile stronger. "What I do need to do is to finish my research on something I am working on. I believe I can create a shield to protect Satoshi's back from the effects of the Spring. He does not ever wish to lose those burn scars. He has come to see them as too much a part of who he is, and I respect that, utterly. If I can protect those, all the better. If not, then we will have to bathe Satoshi by hand with the waters. It will take longer, but I will not take this away from him."

Sora patted Sand's hand. "Thank you, Masato. It's taken him a long time to come to terms with that, and I'm glad you understand and respect his wishes." She reached up and smoothed Sand's hair. "I'm glad you two found each other. You complete each other perfectly. I love him like he was my own great grandson, and you make him happy."

Sora stood, her smile sweet. "Now, go do your research, Masato. I'll be here if he wakes up, and Hawk can go fetch Duilin'ai later, for dinner. She may cheer Satoshi up a bit. I think a quiet dinner tonight is best. We can drag him to Mist's house tomorrow."

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[The Great Sue Hunt]

The woman in the red and black looked at Bronx, her eyes widening. Bronx grinned back, her smile predatory and her pupils looking just a little more like slits than a moment ago.

"What the fuck were you playing at down there?" Bronx asked, tapping her booted foot as she considered the women.

"What are you talking about?" the woman in red replied, trying to brazen it out.

Bronx looked around at the empty ballroom and grinned again. "First rule of the Game. If you want to Hunt, clean up your own godsbedamned messes." Bronx began to shimmer a little and the next thing the woman knew, she was being observed by a red dragon, a delicate plume of smoke trickling from her nostrils. "What do you think people are going to do or say if bodies with their hearts ripped out are found here at the Con?"

The other woman found her voice. "You're smoking."

Bronx barely spared her a glance. "I don't smoke, I smoulder. And if you piss me off, I do a lot more than that. Now, if I've made my point, I'm going to shift back to a more appropriate form for Earth."

Bronx shifted back to her human guise, smoothing her silver hair into place irritably.

"We're here for a reason," Apollo continued. "We believe that the DragonCon is being infiltrated by a high level MarySue and her minions. It's bad enough that they threaten the existence of fandoms all throughout the Multiverse, but to threaten Earth? Most of us have ties here, and we're not about to let that happen."

Foe nodded, his blade not wavering in the slightest. "I've been hunting Sues for some time now. Over the years, I've picked up a few companions, and as Authors, we're committed to preserving the integrity of the written word. But the first rule is not to fuck with the rules of the 'verse that we're in, and here on Earth, it means no drawing the attention of the authorities."

"So that bring up back to the big question," Apollo said, folding her arms under her perfect breasts, her peplos accentuating her curves superbly. "Bronx says there was other magic in play, some kind of pheromone thing directed at males in the vicinity. What do you know about that? What's your game, and who was the dead woman?"

"She sure as fuck wasn't a Sue," Bronx snarled. "She bled real blood, not ink. That's another rule, ladies. Don't kill the civilians."

Kelk clicked, Tarenth laughter, and Bronx looked at him for a moment, one hand resting on her hip as she turned back to the women.

"There's another rule," Bronx added, narrowing her eyes. "I just missed out on a very nice treat in a chainmail loincloth, which is bad enough. What I want to know is why you were following Foe and Kelk? Particularly Kelk?"

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