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Vale opened his eyes, and looked in the mirror, and his eyes widened. Around his neck was a thin leather collar in an emerald green, almost the exact shade of his eyes. In the front there was a gold o-ring, and to the right, a gold name plate with the kanji that Vale knew spelled his Japanese name. He knew, from the sensation when Yuji had touched him, that there was a buckle in the back, but the entire collar was so soft that the buckle did not rub at all.
Yuji had not told him that he could touch, so Vale kept his hands by his sides as he answered. "I accept. I am Akira, and you are my master, and I wear your collar proudly." His green eyes glowed with love and happiness as the words left his lips, and he knew that this was the moment he had hoped for since the first night he had let Yuji take control. He waited with perfect patience and love for his master's next command.
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It took Satoshi a few moments to regain his composure, and Sand merely held him, stroking his back and allowing his husband a chance to recover. When Satoshi lifted his head, taking off his glasses for a moment to scrub the back of his hand across his eyes, Sand just offered a small smile.
"I am so sorry, cormamin. I seem to have a tendency to touch on things that are painful for us both." Sand crossed to a vending machine, and purchased more bottles of tea, sorting through the bills in his billfold with more confidence. He came back and handed Satoshi a fresh tea, opening his and drinking a little. "We have all known tragic losses, it seems, and it does not get easier with time. We just get better at coping."
Satoshi lit another cigarette, drinking some of the tea gratefully. "Right after that was when I was hurt. Yori and I just understood each other after that. We didn't have to pretend with each other."
"I suppose one must be grateful that Kenji and Yori were able to keep their love alive." There was something sad in Sand's eyes, and then he smiled at Satoshi, a gentle smile. "If you are feeling ready, perhaps we should get home. I feel the need to hold our son, and kiss his cheek, and to live in the moment." Sand got into the car, and Satoshi got behind the wheel.
~ x x ~
Vale snuggled closer to Yuji, grinding his ass into Yuji's groin as he twisted a bit to slip a breath mint into Yuji's mouth. Yuji chuckled a little and gave his elf a light slap on the ass.
"Hikaru will be waking in a minute. We don't have time." Yuji chuckled again as Vale pouted a little.
"I just fed and changed Hikaru, and he's sleeping again." Vale wriggled around to face Yuji, nuzzling in for a kiss as his fingers slid into Yuji's hair to stroke his ear. He pressed his hard cock into Yuji's thigh, bucking his hips a little to rub it against the hard muscle of his husband's leg. His green eyes sparkled as he felt Yuji's cock against his belly, as hard as his own.
Yuji growled a little, but he nipped at Vale's lower lip before plundering the willing mouth that pressed so sweetly against his, feeling Vale's nipple rings brush against his nipples. Vale moaned happily into the kiss as Yuji's hands moved down to grab his ass, squeezing the pert cheeks.
They broke apart for a moment, Vale's lips already a little swollen from the searing kiss, and Yuji looked into his elf's bright eyes. "You're such a little cockwhore lately." Yuji nuzzled Vale's ear, making the elf gasp.
"But only for you," Vale murmured, rubbing his cock against Yuji's cock. "I'm your cockwhore."
"Mine, eh? Then turn over and put that sweet ass in the air for me," Yuji growled, and Vale complied eagerly, his torso pressed against the bed, his ass raised and his legs parted to reveal the tight pucker. Yuji reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube, smearing a little on Vale's asshole and working it in a little roughly with his thumb. The cold lube made Vale moan, and Yuji gave the inviting ass a stinging slap, watching the skin redden a little. Yuji pushed himself between Vale's legs and pressed the head of his cock against the slick muscle and pushed in, sinking himself to the hilt on his first thrust.
Vale howled into the bedcovers, his hips bucking as he shoved backwards into Yuji's cock, his own cock leaking precum. Yuji grabbed a handful of gold and green hair, and yanked Vale upright, rocking his hips to withdraw a little before slamming his cock back into that tight ass. Vale mewled, his head falling back against Yuji's shoulder and his fingers tugging on his own nipple rings, pulling and twisting as Yuji began to punish Vale's ass with strong thrusts.
"Let me see you play with your cock," Yuji ordered, his voice stern, and Vale wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking firmly and dragging his thumb across the weeping head on every upstroke. Yuji gripped Vale's hip with his free hand, the other wrapped around the elf's slim waist and he proceeded to fuck Vale hard, pounding his prostate as Vale mewled and ground himself down onto Yuji's cock.
It did not take long for Yuji to start to feel himself approaching release. Vale's wanton moans and his utter compliance with Yuji's orders were a potent combination, and Yuji turned his head so that he could reach the long throat laid so invitingly open. Vale shifted to give Yuji better access, and Yuji bit at the sweet pale flesh, sucking hard until he could taste the metallic tang of blood. Yuji licked where he had bitten, knowing the mark would be livid for at least the next couple of days and also knowing that the sight of it would rouse Vale even more than it did him.
Vale's breathing was a little ragged and he worked his cock faster, his green eyes fluttering closed as he let out a howl, cum spattering his chest and belly. His ass gripped Yuji's cock like a velvet vise, and Yuji sank his teeth in Vale's shoulder as his balls drew up sharply. It felt like magma when he came, his cum even hotter than the hot ass it was filling, and Vale howled against, writhing against Yuji and milking every last drop of cum from him.
They collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap, Vale shivering as his ass clenched and unclenched a few more times. Yuji eased his cock out of Vale's ass, and turned the elf around to face him, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.
"You're going to be the fucking death of me," Yuji muttered, his perfect eyes bright with love.
Vale's green eyes were equally bright. "Can you think of a better way to go?"
Yuji started to laugh. "Not at the moment," he admitted, and Vale sighed happily and nestled closer.
They lay curled up together for a few minutes longer, Yuji stroking Vale's silky hair. Then Yuji gave Vale another light smack on the ass.
"Aren't we supposed to go see Kai today, and get our hair done before the holidays?" Yuji grinned as Vale's face lit up, but then Vale's expression changed, the elf looking uncharacteristically uncertain.
"I was thinking, Yuji, that while we're there, I might stop and see Cho," Vale began hesitantly.
"Is this about the tongue stud? You know that's fine with me," Yuji said reassuringly, amused by Vale's sudden desire for approval.
Vale took a deep breath. 'I know that, a'maelamin. I was thinking about another piercing, a barbell right here." Vale indicated the shaft of his cock, right below the cleft at the back of the head. He looked up at Yuji, his green eyes utterly serious. "What do you think? I won't do it if you don't like it."
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"It is one of the things that I cherish about Satoshi." Sand smiled as he watched the younger men, chattering and eating non-stop. "He has a healer's soul." Sand deftly lifted a small bite of rice to his mouth, still marveling at Satoshi's appetite, considering how he had woken.
Across from them, Yori shifted in his seat, and then whined, "Watashi no o shiri ga itai." Satoshi giggled and the two younger men were off again, their Japanese far too rapid for Sand to catch more than a word or two. Still, Yori was far more relaxed in Sand's presence than he had been at first, and Sand loved seeing Satoshi so engrossed in their conversation. In time, Sand knew he and Satoshi would find many shared interests themselves, but right now he was still learning about Satoshi's world. The training with Kenji was a wonderful first interest that they could share, and Sand was genuinely looking forward to mastering a new discipline.
Satoshi and Yori were still chattering, and Yori made one of those small gestures. As Satoshi shifted in his seat to reach the dish, he winced a little and moaned, "Watashi no o shiri ga itai." Sand quirked an elegant eyebrow, recognizing the phrase even if he did not understand it, but Satoshi ignored him and kept chattering.
Kenji smirked a little. "They are complaining, Sand-san. They are saying 'My ass hurts'," Kenji explained, and Sand smiled wickedly at the two younger men.
"Really? I do not recall hearing complaints last night, Kenji-san." Sand paused for a moment, watching the most delicious shade of pink creep up over Satoshi's cheeks. "Or this morning, for that matter."
Kenji chuckled, reaching for his tea. "I didn't hear any complaints myself, unless you count 'More, harder, faster' as complaints."
It was Yori's turn to color a bit, and the two younger men squirmed a bit in their chairs, which only made them gasp a little and start giggling again as Satoshi squeaked, "Itai."
The teasing was done with such love, though, and Satoshi and Yori looked quite pleased with themselves as they finished devouring their meals.
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Sand tugged off his boots, eying the delectable leather-clad ass that swayed so enticingly in front of him. "Satoshi, cormamin, turn around."
Satoshi got his second shoe off and turned, looking at Sand with a wide-eyed look that sent shivers up Sand's spine. Sand stepped closer, and then bent slightly to hook his arms under Satoshi's ass and lift him, Satoshi's arms wrapping around Sand's shoulders as his legs wrapped around Sand's hips. Sand latched on to Satoshi's sweet mouth, plundering that tight little cavern and nibbling on his pierced lower lip with a soft growl, feeling Satoshi's cock pressing against him through the supple leather.
Sand carried Satoshi over to the bed, still kissing him, and sat him on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of his husband with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Satoshi moaned a little as Sand murmured something under his breath, his fingers dancing down the buttons of Satoshi's shirt. Sand peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside and dropping his deft fingers to the waistband of Satoshi's tight leather pants. He slid them down just past Satoshi's hips, and then peeled back the skimpy boxers with another soft growl. As Satoshi watched, Sand slid his mouth over the head of Satoshi's cock, and Satoshi yelped as he felt something hard rub against the cleft under the head.
Sand released the head with a soft pop and looked up, sticking the tip of his tongue out to reveal a stud. "Transmutation, cormamin, not a real piercing, but it will do."
Sand fell back on Satoshi's cock eagerly, running the stud up and down the slit at the top before sliding it down along the underside of the shaft, dragging a wanton mewl from Satoshi. Sand kept sliding down, relaxing his throat as he worked the stud along Satoshi's cock until his nose was buried in the soft black curls at the base. Now Sand hummed lightly as he swallowed hard, and Satoshi howled, feeling the tight muscles of Sand's throat ripple along his cock. Sand's fingers cradled Satoshi's sac, massaging gently, and one finger pressed firmly on the tender flesh just behind the sac. Satoshi howled again, that finger working his prostate, the tongue relentless. Sand's free hand crept up to tug and twist a nipple ring, and Satoshi screamed, his balls tightening sharply as he spilled his cum into Sand's eager mouth.
Sand swallowed each thick spurt, his fingers working on the buttons of his own silk shirt which followed Satoshi's onto the couch. Satoshi's hips were still bucking weakly as Sand drew back, releasing his cock with a soft pop and peeling off his tank top as he moved up to kiss Satoshi. Satoshi reached out, his eyes dark with lust, and opened the waistband of Sand's jeans. freeing his thick cock and moaning as the elf skinned off his jeans and boxers.
"Turn around, my heart," Sand murmured, and helped Satoshi to stand before bending him over to brace himself on the bed. Sand ran his hands along Satoshi's strong thighs, still wrapped in the supple leather of his pants, the sweet globes of his ass nicely in the air.
"So beautiful," Sand murmured. "Shall I leave those leathers on you? Mmm, I think I shall." Sand dug in the shopping bag that Satoshi had tossed on the couch and found the lube. Then Sand bent over again, running his stud embellished tongue over the tight pucker of Satoshi's ass, and Satoshi shivered at the sensation. Sand's tongue circled lazily, and then returned to probe at the muscled ring, pressing in, the stud teasing the tender flesh. Satoshi mewled, his hips pressing back to try and take more of Sand's tongue within him, one of Sand's hands reaching around the imp to toy with his nipple ring.
"I've wanted to do this all night," Sand murmured, taking a last lick before lubing his fingers and sliding one past the spit slick hole. "I wanted to take you, and bend you over a table, and peel down these tight pants, and bury my cock in your ass."
Satoshi shivered, the combination of Sand's words and the feeling of his finger arousing him all over again. Sand added a second finger, thrusting them in as far as they could go, and then hooking them on the way back out, teasing Satoshi's prostate and feeling him quiver. Satoshi was moaning quietly, bucking his hips against Sand's thrusts, and his moans got louder as Sand added a third finger, stretching the tight muscle gently, easing the way.
"I love how tight you are," Sand said, thrusting a little more firmly. "I want to feel that sweet tightness around my cock, my heart. Are you ready for me?"
"Fuck," Satoshi gasped, his ass pressing backward. "I've been ready all day. So fucking hot with your sword..."
Sand chuckled. He pulled his fingers out of Satoshi's ass, admiring how his hungry little pucker gaped eagerly, and he quickly lubed his cock, pressing the head against the relaxed muscle. Sand leaned in, and the head pressed in as Satoshi's moan increased in volume. "Oh, but I'm in no hurry, my heart. I'm going to take my time, and I'm going to enjoy feeling you, so hot and tight around my cock. I'm going to fuck you slow, and sweet, and after I cum, we will eat the sandwiches you bought, and drink some tea, and then we will fuck again, until we have no voices left with which to scream."
Sand pressed his thick cock forward, slow and easy, a groan escaping his lips as he slid into the delicious heat of his husband's ass. He slid in until his balls rested snugly against Satoshi's ass, his thighs pressed against Satoshi's leather clad thighs. Sand leaned forward, draping himself across Satoshi's back, letting Satoshi adjust to his girth as he bit and sucked a love bite into the back of Satoshi's shoulder, working the tender flesh until the mark was suitably livid.
"Mine," Sand murmured, and trailed a line of paler bites down Satoshi's back, licking where he had bitten, Satoshi's little shrieks of pleasure at each bite music to Sand's ears. He straightened up again, and pressed his groin against Satoshi's ass more firmly. Satoshi howled happily and pressed backward, and Sand gripped his hips firmly and pulled back. Satoshi mewled, and Sand slid forward again, slowly, taking his time. Sand reached around, feeling Satoshi's cock, already half hard, and he chuckled wickedly.
"So eager tonight, are we? I am as well, but you are too delicious to take quickly." Sand kept up his languid pace, feeling the heat growing slowly in his belly and enjoying the leisurely build-up. "You were so beautiful tonight," he informed Satoshi. "You and Yori, dancing together, you were breathtaking. So many others watched you as well, but I knew I would be the one to love you tonight, my husband, my heart."
Satoshi shivered, listening to Sand somewhere between the feeling of those slow, sure strokes across his prostate and the feeling of being filled by Sand's cock until he could hold no more.
"I spent all night wanting you, thinking about how you would feel around me, wanting to taste you on my tongue." Sand pulled back and paused, and Satoshi mewled a little. "Do you know, you are even more wonderful each time we love? Each time it is new, and even sweeter." Sand thrust forward again, slowly increasing the pace of this thrusts, pounding Satoshi just a little harder with each thrust, and making Satoshi howl with pleasure.
Sand threw his head back, a groan escaping him as he felt the heat building faster now, coiled in his belly and waiting for release. Sand thrust harder, his breathing a little ragged now, and he tightened his grip on Satoshi's hips. Sand's balls tightened, and he screamed as he came, his cum feeling ragingly hot as he emptied himself into Satoshi's tight ass, letting that sweet passage milk him dry as he shuddered.
Sand reached down, and carefully began to slip Satoshi's leather pants down over his trembling thighs. Satoshi whimpered a little and tried to hold on to them, but Sand stilled his hands. "I don't want to ruin them, my heart. They look so good on you, and I want to go dancing with you again in them."
Satoshi relaxed, and let Sand skin the pants down until he could step out of them, Sand's strong arms supporting him. Then Sand carefully eased himself out of Satoshi's ass, letting his husband sag forward onto the bed. Sand leaned forward and kissed Satoshi, and then went into the ensuite bathroom to moisten a cloth with warm water, returning to wash Satoshi lovingly.
Sand brought over the sandwiches Satoshi had purchased, along with the tea, and they set up a picnic on the bed, feeding each other bites of sandwich and stealing soft kisses between bites. The kisses grew more heated as they finished their impromptu meal, and Sand cleaned up hastily, feeling the desire building in him again and wanting to bury himself in his husband again.
Sand and Satoshi stretched out on the bed, Sand pushing Satoshi on his back gently as his tongue danced over Satoshi's pierced nipples, his teeth tugging the steel rings. Satoshi writhed a bit, arching his back into the tugging, his hands fisting in Sand's hair as the elf sucked hard on one nipple, teasing the nub until it was as hard as a pebble before he switched his attentions to the other nipple. Satoshi was mewling again, his eyes glassy with pleasure, and Sand chuckled a little wickedly as he sat up, moving between Satoshi's legs and pulling those wonderful muscular thighs over his.
"I need you, cormamin. I need to be in you," Sand murmured, reaching for the lube again. He quickly slicked his cock, already rock hard again and weeping, and he positioned the head at Satoshi's pucker. "Can you take me again?"
"Yes, please," Satoshi whispered, and Sand pressed in, amazed at how tight Satoshi was. He leaned forward, feeling those strong legs wrap around his hips, and he swiped his tongue across Satoshi's pierced lip, tugging the piercings with his teeth before plundering that tight little mouth again. Then he slid strong arms around Satoshi, lifting him up so that Satoshi was seated on his thick cock, Sand's balls snug against his ass, and Satoshi brought his legs underneath him. Sand smiled, rocking his hips a little to grind himself against Satoshi, and then letting Satoshi set the pace.
Satoshi howled a little as he found his angle, raising himself and then slamming down on Sand's cock, pounding his prostate with every thrust. Sand moaned with the pleasure of feeling Satoshi's ass impact his things and belly, and he reached down to wrap deft fingers around Satoshi's cock, stroking in time to the powerful thrusts. Sand bucked his hips as well, pressing himself in as hard as he could, loving the look of utter abandon on Satoshi's face as he rode Sand. Sand could feel Satoshi's cock, hard and so close to spilling, and he knew he was as close himself, his balls already aching with the need to empty themselves.
"Poldoramin," Satoshi howled, his face flushed bright red, and then he spilled, his cum spattering Sand's face as the elf bent forward to try and catch the thick ropes in his mouth. Satoshi's ass clenched spasmodically, clamping tightly around Sand's cock, and Sand threw his head back, a scream tearing loose as his balls drew up and he came almost as hard as the first time, more cum that he thought possible filling Satoshi's ass.
Satoshi's arms went around Sand, and Sand wrapped his own arms around Satoshi, and they rocked together for a few moments, both shivering as they felt their heartbeats begin to slow down again. Satoshi turned his head and licked a bit of cum from Sand's cheek, and the elf turned his head to kiss Satoshi, a sweet and passionate kiss that held all his love for his beloved imp.
Finally, Satoshi was able to move enough to ease himself off Sand's now flaccid cock, and they curled up together on the bed, Sand stroking Satoshi's cheek, brushing away a few stray tears of pleasure that had beaded on the thick black lashes. He feathered kisses over Satoshi's swollen lips, smiling as Satoshi rubbed his pierced lower lip over Sand's mouth. Sand brushed a few strands of sweat damp hair off of Satoshi's forehead, murmuring, "Watashi wa anata o aishite, I love you, my Satoshi."
"Amin mela lle. I love you, my Sand." Satoshi snuggled closer, the exercise of the day, both on the practice ground and on the dance floor, taking its toll as his eyes fluttered closed. Sand cradled him, his heart at peace, and let himself slide into reverie.
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Sand walked with Kenji over to the bar, somewhat overwhelmed by Kenji's offer. "I would be honored to be your student, sensei, and I assure you that I will not shy from training, no matter how rigorous. And after seeing you and Satoshi today with your katana, I am most intrigued by that discipline as well. I will also try and perfect my Japanese quickly." Sand flashed Kenji a bright smile. "I intend to take citizenship here, and make my home with Satoshi."
"Good, and it's just Kenji-san unless we're training," Kenji said firmly. "That means you really will commit to being my student. I don't like wasting my time." He turned to the bartender and spoke in rapid Japanese. "And maybe you can talk to my stubborn nephew about taking his proper rank."
Sand chuckled a little. "Oh, rest assured that I am on your side in that."
The bartender put four bottles of beer on the bar and Kenji handed him money with a nod. They each took two bottles of beer and walked back over to the table slowly.
"So tell me, Sand-san, what do you do?" Kenji asked.
Sand looked a bit startled, and then laughed. "At this point, I am mostly a scholar, although I have what I am told is an unfortunate habit of finding dusty ruins in which to poke around. But we learn so much by studying the past."
"The past defines us," Kenji agreed. "But it should not limit us to the point where we can't grow."
Satoshi looked at them, and then leaned in and said something to Yori which made Yori duck his head with a small laugh that he hid behind his right hand.
"If you two are going to get serious on us, then it's time to go dancing," Satoshi said, and Yori seemed in agreement.
Sand felt his pulse quicken at the prospect of dancing with Satoshi, and seeing his husband move in those tight leather pants. He thought back to the night at the bar, when they had been on the vacation, and the dancing he had done with Wench, and he wondered if it would be the same. He leaned down to give Satoshi a kiss after handing him his beer, stroking Satoshi's cheek lightly.
"We had best drink up, then," Sand murmured, glad himself that their bond was not open at the moment, since his thoughts had shifted to the prospect of seeing Satoshi dance and seemed intent on remaining there.
Sand was dazzled anew by the bright lights and bustle of the area as they walked to a dance club that the Japanese men assured him was perfect. Sand slipped his arm through Satoshi's arm, as much for the contact with his husband as to not get separated in the crowds of cheerful people. He was amused to see foreigners mingling freely with the Japanese locals, and he felt much less out of place. Vale had assured him that he would stop feeling like an outsider quickly enough, but Sand was still acclimating. He had done this often enough on his travels through Faerun, though, and he knew he would adjust quickly, especially once he had mastered the language. He did not have Vale's extraordinary charm to smooth things over.
The club was much louder than the bar, and busier, and Sand could not help the delighted smile that crossed his face. They found a small table that was unoccupied, and he went to the bar to get drinks. The bartender spoke excellent English, and Sand ordered a round of beers and sake, carrying everything back to the table on a lacquered tray along with a bowl of a savory snack mix.
The four men raised their sakes, and Satoshi grinned. "Kanpai!" They drained their sake and took swallows of beer, and then headed to the dance floor.
Satoshi was surprisingly uninhibited on the dance floor, writhing against Sand with a wicked gleam in his eyes, and Sand ground against him, letting the music fill him and make his hips sway as Satoshi kissed him with great passion. Sand returned the kiss eagerly, nibbling on Satoshi's pierced lower lip as he slid his groin across Satoshi's well filled out leather pants, feeling Satoshi's nipple rings press against his chest.
Kenji and Yori were dancing as well, and Sand hitched a breath at the picture they made, the slender young man undulating sensuously with his back to Kenji, sliding his swaying ass across his lover as he moved with fluid grace. Kenji's eyes were bright, and his cheeks flushed with desire as he danced with his beautiful lover, both of them lost in their own sweet world of movement and seduction.
But Sand had his own exquisite husband, and Satoshi had no trouble holding the elf's attention as he slid one hand teasingly across Sand's shoulder and down across his chest. Between seeing Satoshi demonstrate his mastery of the katana, and the wanton play on the dance floor, Sand was more than aroused and looking forward to ravishing Satoshi later on.
As Satoshi had requested, Sand had his bond closed, but the heat in his eyes was message enough, and Satoshi ground against Sand as he kissed him again, letting Sand know in no uncertain terms that Satoshi was just as aroused. Sand let one hand slide around to cup Satoshi's perfect ass, encased in smooth and supple leather, and it was all the elf could do not to groan aloud and plunder Satoshi's mouth right there. It was only his formidable will that kept Sand from dragging Satoshi to a dark corner and devouring his cock on the spot. When the music ended, Sand all but shuddered as he forced himself to step back a bit.
They returned to the table, and Satoshi and Yori went for more drinks, Yori's delicate cheeks flushed slightly and his beautiful tilted eyes bright. He said something to Satoshi in his soft voice and Satoshi laughed with such carefree abandon that Sand's heart soared to see his husband this cheerful and relaxed.
"This is truly most enjoyable, Kenji-san," Sand said, grinning and flicking his hair back carefully. "I look forward to more nights like this."
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Sand looked over at Satoshi's uncle, his smile widening as Yori and Satoshi returned to the table with their drinks. Sand waited until Satoshi had seated himself before leaning over to kiss his husband softly, his eyes shining.
"I have been longing to do that all day, cormamin," Sand murmured, letting his forehead rest against Satoshi's for a brief moment. Then he sat back, one hand reaching out to hold Satoshi's hand. "I must thank you again, Kenji-san, for allowing me to use your practice arena today. It was an honor, and one for which I am humbly grateful. Your skill is truly remarkable. I studied for many years myself, but your mastery puts my poor efforts to shame."
Sand took a sip of his beer before continuing. "Sora was indeed a remarkable woman. She and my mother were fast friends, and indeed, she had the heart of a warrior. In my homeland, women train as do men in the use of the blade and the bow." Sand was careful to keep his comments in the past tense, remembering that the people of this world assumed she was dead, and not at the beginning of her years. He waited while his remarks were translated for Kenji's beautiful lover, wondering if it would be worthwhile to investigate some of the tomes he had brought with him to see if he could accelerate his mastery of Japanese. He felt rude excluding the quiet young man, and hoped his lack of Japanese would not cause Yori to remain so silent all night.
"So what do you think of this place?" Satoshi asked Sand, his eyes bright with mischief. "Not what you expected when we decided to go for a drink, was it?"
Sand chuckled. "Not at all what I expected, cormamin. It is a relief to be able to touch you without offending." Sand briefly tightened his grip on Satoshi's hand. Even in the dim light of the bar, it was apparent that the ring gracing Satoshi's left ring finger matched the one on Sand's left ring finger as he traced slim scarred fingers along the side of his beer.
Sand watched Kenji and Yori for a moment, seeing the tenderness between them and feeling a momentary sadness that the laws of this land did not permit them to marry, as he and Satoshi had done. The bond between them seemed deep and loving, and Sand wondered how they had met. Satoshi's family was proving to be a study in contradictions, but this certainly explained why Kenji had been so eager to train Satoshi, seeing the effects of his parents' rejection in the sensitive child. Sand opened his bond to Satoshi a little wider, sending forth a wave of love, and vowed to himself that Ryuu would never know an instant of such pain if he could help it.
Yori said something to Kenji in his delicate voice, and Kenji answered with a smile, and Sand marveled again at the tenderness between them. Then Kenji turned to Sand with a smile.
"That word you use when you talk to Satoshi, is that your language?" Kenji asked.
"Forgive me, it is," Sand replied. "I forget that I slip into my own tongue sometimes. It is an endearment that I have for my husband, and means 'my heart' since Satoshi is indeed that." Satoshi blushed a little, and Sand wondered if he had been somehow inappropriate, but Kenji's smile widened.
"I think you will make Satoshi happy for the rest of his days, Sand-san," Kenji chuckled.
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Sand followed Satoshi to the bathroom, and they dove into the shower quickly, soaping each other's backs and rinsing off as quickly as they could before padding back down the hall to dress. Satoshi had anticipated going for drinks as well, and had packed clothing for both Sand and himself, but first he gave Sand a quick lesson in properly folding hakama. Sand was a quick study, and Satoshi nodded in approval as Sand folded his hakama neatly and carefully.
"That is very important," Satoshi told Sand. "Respect for the sensei, and respect for the uniform of the dojo."
Sand nodded, and then reached for the clothing Satoshi had packed for him. He slipped on the tight boxers, and then the ass-hugging black jeans that he loved, and which Satoshi apparently loved as well. Sand undid his thick braid and quickly shook out his hair, the silky strands falling down his back. A thin white tank top followed, topped by a silk shirt in a deep sapphire blue, and Sand was ready. He turned around, and stopped, almost breathless as he looked at Satoshi.
Satoshi was wearing a pair of leather pants that clung to his muscular thighs, and hugged his sweet ass perfectly. He had opted not to wear a tank top or t-shirt, instead wearing a thin fitted cotton shirt with safari type pockets and shoulder epaulets in a bottle green that made his skin glow golden. He blushed a little as he saw the heat in Sand's eyes, but Satoshi's smile was radiant.
"You look so very beautiful," Sand said, and he leaned in and stole a quick kiss. Then he let Satoshi lead him off to rejoin his uncle.
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Sand retrieved his songsword and moved to the center of the practice ground. "I am not using the magic of the blade, nor am I using any other magic. That would be inappropriate." Sand waited until Satoshi was facing him. "You must attempt to penetrate my defense, cormamin, for my bladedance is a defensive style."
Sand and Satoshi bowed to each other, and Sand immediately moved into the opening steps of his dance, his sword seeming to effortlessly counter all of Satoshi's attacks. Still, Satoshi was a master as well, and each failure revealed more to Satoshi about how Sand's style worked. The bladedance depended on magic as much as the sword, and without the offensive magics to supplement the defensive blade, openings began to reveal themselves to Satoshi's trained eye.
The two men were beautiful to watch, though, each moving with a fluid grace and elegant economy, no move wasted. Satoshi, although unused to a double-edged weapon, quickly learned how to take advantage of its capabilities, and the melody of his blade wove in with the melody of Sand's blade, the resulting song even more hauntingly beautiful. Sand's defense was precise and fluid, and he was able to adjust the dance as Satoshi adapted to its weaknesses. They were well matched, both masters of their own disciplines, and Ishikawa watched in approval as both Sand and Satoshi concentrated fully on the match.
Finally, Sand's defense could no longer withstand Satoshi's determined offense, and Satoshi's songsword slipped past Sand's, its point coming to rest lightly against Sand's collarbone. Sand immediately lowered his sword, his eyes shining as he looked at his husband.
"The win is yours, cormamin." Sand bowed to Satoshi, and then moved to the fountain to water his blade and wipe it carefully before sheathing it.
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BW arched her back, her head falling onto Fury's shoulder as her eyes closed in bliss. She could feel Fury's hot breath against her ear, and she turned her head slightly, exposing her throat and inviting him to taste. It was an invitation he was all too eager to accept, his teeth scraping across her skin as he bit and then suckled the tender flesh beneath her jaw. BW purred in approval, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick at her lower lip and revealing a cabuchon ruby ball stud.
Fang was equally intent on plunder, his teeth tugging on one delicate gold nipple ring as BW rocked her hips, feeling the cocks inside her shift and slide with an intoxicating rhythm. This was exactly what she wanted, two equally delicious men intent on driving her to the point of screaming oblivion. If only she could actually shift, and soar as high as her wings could bear her, and then plummet Earthward in a reckless dive as they spilled within her.
BW realized something was tickling her nose, and she wriggled a little, trying to avoid whatever it was. The wriggling merely sent a sudden wave of electricity up her spine, and as she arched even more, Fury took the opportunity to plunder her mouth as Fang slid a rough thumb over her clit, making BW buck and forget everything for a moment.
BW broke the kiss, sucking in a deep breath, and the urge to sneeze returned. She turned her head quickly, hoping to the hells that this was not going to be one of those sneezes. Fang and Fury had picked up the pace, distracting BW once again, and then it was too late to worry as she felt the heat that had been building in her belly pushing her inexorably closer to what promised to be a shattering orgasm.
That was when she sneezed, and a gout of flame erupted, washing over the table where Kagome sat with her conquest.
Oh, fuck, BW thought. It was her last coherent thought for several minutes as the sneeze finished what Fang and Fury had begun, and BW screamed in ecstasy as she surrendered to a momentary oblivion, her nails digging deeply into Fang's shoulders.
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Sand bowed deeply, holding his bow as was proper. His sword was sheathed still, but he had not fastened the belt around his waist, instead holding it in both hands as he bowed. Then he straightened after what felt like a long enough period to show his respect, and entered the training ground, his slim bare feet barely disturbing the hard packed dirt. The arrangement was remarkably similar to an elven training ground, and Sand carefully laid his sheathed sword on the table. He tugged a thin leather lace loose from the scabbard, and pulled his long back hair back into a thick braid, binding the end with the leather lace before approaching the fountain. He saw a bamboo dipper, and filled it, turning away to pour a little water over each hand in turn, careful not to let the water from his hands fall back into the fountain and despoil it. Then he unsheathed his songsword, laying the scabbard gently back on the table, and using the remaining water to clean his blade as he murmured, "Corellon, guide my hand."
Sand moved lightly to the center of the training ground and bowed again to Ishikawa and Satoshi, his sword held lightly in his right hand. He straightened again and raised his sword, holding in front of his face as he breathed in and out, centering himself. Then he launched into the first intricate steps of a bladedance, each movement precise and graceful. The style was primarily a defensive style, designed to allow an arcane spellcaster like Sand the time and space to launch a magical attack. This bladedance was one Sand knew as well as breathing, one of the first he had mastered to the level where it no longer required thought. His body simply knew where it had to be, allowing his mind the freedom to focus on his spells. As he moved, the air moving through the delicate pattern of holes in his sword's blade sang an ethereal melody, and Sand seemed slightly insubstantial to Satoshi and Kenji as they watched.
Satoshi caught his breath a bit as he watched Sand move through the steps of his bladedance. If it was not for the bare sword in his hand, it could have been a court dance, graceful and fluid. The blade's song kept perfect time with Sand's movements, and Satoshi could see no openings in the defense Sand created. His eyes widened slightly as he watched his husband, seeing the elegant elf in yet another light. It struck Satoshi as he watched that Sand had tied his hair back, his gracefully pointed ears on full display. Satoshi was so accustomed to the sight after the time in Evereska that he had not noticed, but he knew his uncle would not have missed it. His uncle missed nothing, as his raised eyebrow indicated.
Kenji leaned over to Satoshi, as Sand entered the final movements of his dance, his blade nearly a blur. "You know, if I hadn't known Sora, I wouldn't believe a thing I'm seeing, not a bit of it. But... I guess I'm as crazy as she was."
It was Sand's turn to arch an elegant brow as he finished, his sword upright in front of his face, not even breathing hard. He lowered his sword and bowed again, low and graceful, and held the bow, awaiting the sensei's verdict.
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Satoshi giggled a little. "Sand, this is my uncle, Ishikawa Kenji, my mother's younger brother. Otooji-san, this is Sand Iradil, my husband."
Sand looked at Ishikawa for a long moment, and then he smiled one of his radiant smiles. "My intentions, Ishikawa-sensei, are to make your nephew as happy as possible for the rest of his days. As his husband, that is my proper duty. Would it be appropriate for me to say that I am honored to meet my husband's esteemed uncle?"
"It is very appropriate, and I am honored to meet the man that can make him smile like that again. Welcome to my home and to my family." Ishikawa's tone grew warmer as he added, "Those are very honorable intentions, and I hope he'll make you as happy."
Sand felt a quick wave of relief, glad that he had judged the situation correctly. It was difficult for him to hide his feelings for Satoshi, and he was proud to call him husband. It made it easier when he could be open about how he felt. Sand looked at Satoshi and let his love show in his smile and in his eyes.
"I am happier than I ever thought possible," Sand said, and his voice echoed his sincerity. "I do apologize for my graceless inability to speak your language. I intend to remedy that as soon as possible, since we will make our home here. While it is very different from my homeland, there are many things I find most gracious and appropriate here." He smiled again, his eyes bright. "Your home is both elegantly beautiful and remarkably serene. I am most curious, though, about the area outside, bounded by the low railing. It looks quite like the practice grounds where I was taught to wield a sword."
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Sand managed to catch Satoshi's arm as he swung Ryuu up to come to rest on his hip, a strong arm supporting him. "Careful, cormamin," Sand laughed. He turned his head to nuzzle Ryuu, thrilled to be having a day out with his husband and son. "Now, my wise and brave sochi-chan, I have never ridden a subway before. Vale tells me that I have nothing to worry about, but he is often very silly, so I think I would rather ask you."
Ryuu started to giggle as Sand swung him back down to the ground to stand between him and Satoshi. Sand gave Satoshi a look, opening his bond to his husband to convey a tinge of regret that he could not kiss him as he caught him, although it was what he had wanted to do. Then Sand focused entirely on the very energetic child bouncing between them.
"Well, a subway is like a big steel snake," Ryuu began. "A big snake that can go very fast and roar like a dragon." His eyes were dancing. "But it doesn't eat you, tousan. It has doors that slide open and then you can walk inside."
Satoshi caught Sand's eye and gave a small shake of his head, and the delighted glint in Sand's eye made Satoshi smile.
"Is it very squishy inside this big steel snake?" Sand asked, keeping a straight face, but Ryuu started to giggle all over again.
"Now you're being silly, tousan. It's not squishy inside, there are seats," Ryuu giggled.
"The steel snake ate seats, too?" Sand asked in mock surprise.
"Tousan!" Ryuu began to laugh harder and held his hands up, one to each of his fathers. "Chichi, you tell him, he's too silly!"
The three of them wound up in alternating fits of giggles as Satoshi gave Sand a quick description of the train system, peppered by Ryuu's enthusiastic interjections. As they were giggling, the train arrived, and they got on and found three seats together.
The Shinjuku shopping area took Sand's breath away. He was used to towers, but they were rarely taller than ten floors or so. Here, there were buildings that rose to many times that height, shimmering in the sunlight that reflected off the glass panes that covered them. There were brightly lit signs and a multitude of shops selling such a variety of goods that Sand simply stood still for a moment, until Ryuu tugged his hand impatiently.
"Tousan, we have to walk now," Ryuu said, grinning up at Sand.
Sand chuckled a little. "Of course, sochi-chan. You are quite right." The bemused elf let Ryuu tug him forward, looking over at Satoshi with wide eyes. "This is... there are so many people here! And all these cars!"
Satoshi laughed happily, delighted to have impressed Sand. He pointed out many of the more important buildings, including the Tokyo Government Building with its twin towers. Sand just shook his head in amazement, trying to take it all in at once and still finding it quite overwhelming.
Most people did not seem overly surprised to see the trio, finding the sight of someone who appeared to be a Western man holding hands with a small boy and a Japanese man. They wandered in and out of stores, with Sand falling in love with Takashimaya, and with the Kinokuniya book store, where he purchased several books on learning to speak Japanese and to read kanji. Satoshi had to remind Sand a few times that Vale already had a language program at home that Sand could use as well, and that the elf did not really need to purchase every single thing that caught his eye, at least not in a single day.
Sand kept noticing a sign in several windows, written both in kanji and in the English letters that he could read, although the words made no sense. "Satoshi, what does this mean, 'Merī kurisumasu'? And what sort of gifts should we be buying? Do you think Willow would like jewelry? We should buy gifts for Hideko and Tsutomo and the children as well, shouldn't we? And what about Yuji's family?"
Satoshi burst out laughing. "Stop, poldoramin, one question at a time!"
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BW purred as the two Were-Hunters flanked her, perfectly content to let them have their alpha display. Fury was behind her, grinding what felt like an impressively large cock against her ass, while Fang was in front of her, her nipples dragging across his t-shirt, already well sensitized by the links of her chainmail bikini.
"Tell you what, my lovely playmates, let me get this exercise in adolescent wank-fodder off," BW murmured, unhooking the annoying bottom of the bikini and letting it slither to the floor with a faint ringing sound. "That's much better." She skinned Fang's t-shirt up over his rock-hard belly, hissing in approval, and flicked her tongue out to lap at his tight nipple before teasing it between her teeth. Her hands dropped down to work open his belt buckle and undo the waistband of his tight pants. His zipper was next, and BW was delighted to see that he went commando, his thick cock springing free.
"Like what you see?" Fang growled. He reached down and slid his hands under BW's ass, lifting her up against him. She grinned and slid her arms around his neck as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She levered herself up and let his cock slide between her folds, nudging at her wet pussy.
"I'll like it even better when I can't see it," BW replied, her grin a challenge that Fang was happy to take as she lowered herself down onto his cock with a hiss of pure delight.
Behind her, Fury growled and ground in harder, and BW turned her head to catch his eye. "What are you waiting for?" She laughed as she heard Fury's pants open, and a moment later, his cock was pressing against her ass. He smeared a little precum around the puckered hole before pressing in, and BW moaned happily. It had been a while since she had two playmates, and the Were-Hunters fit the bill, and the Wench, very nicely indeed.
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Sand shuddered as his orgasm rocked him. his entire world reduced to this single moment of being one with Satoshi, bodies and minds joined. Satoshi ground down a final time, milking every last drop of cum from Sand, and the elf moaned happily as his hands wrapped around Satoshi's hips. He gently guided Satoshi off his cock, easing himself out of Satoshi's undoubtedly tender ass.
Satoshi stood for a moment, his legs trembling a bit, and watched as Sand turned, sliding off the reverie couch and stretching his torso out along it so that his ass was presented perfectly. Sand looked back over his shoulder, sultry and inviting, as he purred, "Fuck me, cormamin. Fuck me fast and hard, and make me scream so loudly that they hear me in Skullport. Make me yours."
"Poldoramin," Satoshi moaned, his cock jumping a little at Sand's invitation, the sight of that pale firm ass so tempting. He knew Sand wanted it rough, and so Satoshi just smeared the precum from his dripping cock across the head and positioned himself at that eager puckered hole, grabbing Sand's hips tight enough to bruise. Sand was watching over his shoulder still, his face bright with anticipation, and Satoshi drove into that willing ass.
Sand howled, his eyes fluttering shut and a tear working its way free to glitter on his dark lashes, but the look of ecstasy on his face almost took Satoshi's breath away. Sand sucked in a shuddering breath, the burn of Satoshi's cock stretching him so delicious that he moaned. Satoshi seemed to be waiting to see if Sand needed to adjust, but Sand wanted the burn, the edge of pain giving the pleasure even more depth, and Sand shoved backwards, grinding himself against Satoshi's groin.
Satoshi took the hint, and set up a brutal rhythm, pounding into Sand with abandon, his balls slapping Sand's ass and the impact of flesh against flesh enough to redden that pale skin of the elf's cheeks. Sand arched his back slightly, the parallel scars striping his back rippling as he moved, and Satoshi leaned forward and sank his teeth into one thick ridge. Sand screamed in total wanton delight at this new sensation, more pressure than actual pain, but adding to the edge of the burn and the sweet pleasure of the non-stop assault on his prostate. Sand had not thought it possible, but his cock was thickening, hardening more with every thrust of Satoshi's cock, and he howled out his pleasure as Satoshi bit again. Sand's ass tightened involuntarily around Satoshi's cock, and it was Satoshi's turn to howl as that impossibly tight ass got tighter.
It was more than Satoshi could stand, this willing and wanton elf spread so invitingly in front of him, his cock buried to the balls in Sand's ass, and Sand looking at him with those loving blue eyes. Satoshi could feel his balls drawing up, and he growled and slammed home again, grinding himself against Sand's reddened ass as he screamed and unloaded spurt after spurt of cum into his husband's quivering ass. Sand howled as well, the last thrust slamming into his prostate and sending him over the edge as well, his cum spilling onto the reverie couch as he clenched around Satoshi's cock.
Utterly spent, Sand slumped forward, falling prone onto the reverie couch. Satoshi trembled as he eased his now flaccid cock out of Sand's ass, and Sand rolled to one side, holding out his arms for his beloved husband. Satoshi eagerly dove into the embrace, his lips seeking Sand's lips, and they kissed tenderly, Sand smoothing the sweat-damp hair from Satoshi's brow.
"Shall we sleep here for a bit, or shall we go home?" Sand asked, nibbling Satoshi's lower lip gently.
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BW looked around, sipping the excellent bourbon and toying idly with her cake. The Sue hunt had been fun, but quicker than she liked, and the prey had not put up much of a fight. They never do, BW thought, amused.
Foe seemed to be enjoying himself with Demonsangel, and Kagome was happy enough to chatter and eat cake. BW stretched, her chainmail bikini shifting slightly, and she wondered why she had worn the ridiculous thing. It looked fabulous, but the truth was it chafed her nipples in a most irritating manner. She made a mental note to wear her drow leathers the next time she decided to hunt in human form. DA had been marvelous enough to modify them so that they would shift with BW, eliminating the annoying need to try and strip while shifting in battle, never a wise plan unless the prey was a barbarian male.
Being in human form was fine for certain things, though, as she looked around the room. Fang and Fury looked interesting enough, to be sure, but this was not BW's home 'Verse, and she was reluctant to piss off any local powers. Pity, though, BW mused. She was well aware that her thoughts were not hidden from the powers that ran this Sanctuary, but a little honest admiration for some delectable males should not be cause for alarm, especially since she was managing to restrain her usually forward nature. Still, cake and bourbon were not going to remain sufficient diversion for long, not with the escalating sexual tension in the room.
Fucking chainmail bikinis. BW's mental snarl made DA look over with a small grin as BW shifted irritably in her seat, crossing one bare leg over the other. At least I didn't appear in those ridiculous high-heeling boots. Who the fuck fights in stilettos? BW returned to admiring Fang and Fury, imagining running her tongue over all that fine sweet flesh. Oh, Hells, who was she kidding? Playing with Were-Hunters was dangerous, and that was the largest part of the attraction. BW shook her head, her silvery hair shimmering in the dim light of the bar, as the Were-Hunters' heads turned simultaneously in her direction. Wanton disregard for personal safety, her personal creed...
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Sand silenced Satoshi with a kiss, and then looked at him, utterly bemused. "Slowly, cormamin. What are you talking about? What is this christmas? And what are oseibo gifts?"
The elf looked so puzzled that Satoshi forgot to panic. Instead, he began to giggle.
"Christmas is a holiday that Willow sort of brought with her. We celebrate it on the night of December 24th, which is actually the night before, but that's okay." Satoshi snuggled a little closer to Sand who sat beside him with his arms around him. "We buy presents for each other, for everyone in the family, and we try to find something that is just right for that person. We wrap them up in special paper, and make it a special night, and then there's Willow's traditional holiday dinner. That woman is cooking for days."
Sand looked intrigued, both by the prospect of gift giving and by the general prospect of shopping, and Satoshi giggled again. Sand did seem to know every merchant in every city along the Sword Coast.
"And what is the other?" Sand asked.
Satoshi smiled. "That's more our tradition. We give gifts at the end of the year, usually before christmas, to our bosses, the people we work with, the teachers at the kids' schools, our friends, our family, everyone." He looked up at his puzzled husband. "Don't you do anything similar?"
"We celebrate Midwinter, which comes at the end of Hammer and at the beginning of Alturiak, what you call January and February, I think. We do give gifts to those we know and those we love, so I suppose it is similar, and we dine with friends and family as well."
"But we really need to get to Tokyo to shop, or we're completely fucked," Satoshi said, beginning to look anxious.
Sand quickly kissed Satoshi again. "We have a permanent portal now, cormamin, and we each have a portal key to activate it. We can go any time you want."
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Character Description:
Name: BronxWench
Race: Unknown. Appears human but can shift to a red dragon at will
Age: Unknown. Aside from silver hair, can be taken for late 30s
Height: 5' 5" but looks taller
Hair: Silver-white, slightly wavy, falls to mid-back
Eyes: Very dark brown, with a slightly slitted pupil
Build: In human form, slender and fine boned, but is much stronger physically than she appears. In draconic form, a fully adult red dragon, capable of breathing fire.
Personality:
Sarcastic, often impatient, and has a pathological dislike of Sues. Can be very patient with friends and is loyal, both to people and to causes she espouses, which are remarkably few. She is fond of elaborate armor, in particular drow elven armor, and prefers daggers when she needs to resort to weapons.
Abilities:
In human form, she is an adept fighter in hand to hand melee combat and uses her deceptive strength to good advantage. She is fast and agile, with almost preternaturally fast reflexes, and has above average hearing and sight. She is also quite charismatic, and can often sway an opponent with her words when violence is not the prime option.
In draconic form, she is capable of flight, can breath fire and has considerable resistance to both magical and non-magical attacks. Her scales are nearly impervious to most weapons, although she is susceptible to cold-based attacks. Her talons can penetrate and tear steel, including armor and most vehicles. Her teeth can crush bone easily, and she can digest the most saccharine of Sues with ease.
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BW raised an eyebrow as Apollo strolled over to Acheron, only to be intercepted by Tory. She watched as Apollo swiftly diffused Tory's jealousy with a well-placed kiss, and then shrugged and turned back to her drink, which was irritatingly empty.
"Sam?" BW smiled and waved to their waitress, the picture of pleasantry if one did not look too closely at her teeth.
Sam came over with her sweet smile in place. "What can I get you?"
"I'll take another round for the table, and do you have anything sweet for dessert? Maybe something chocolate?" BW looked at Sam hopefully.
"Sure thing. I'll bring out some Death by Chocolate cake." Sam looked around at the rest of the group. "Anyone else?"
Demonsangel perked up at the mention of the cake. "Oh, I'll have some of that, too!"
BW grinned. "Tell you what, Sam? How about you just bring the whole cake and a bottle of your best bourbon."
"And a bottle of cabernet, too!" Demonsangel chimed in.
Sam just shook her head and walked away as Foe looked at BW.
"At least I didn't ask for popcorn," BW grinned.
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Sand moaned in delight as Satoshi withdrew his cock almost to the point of pulling out altogether, and then slowly drove back into his ass. It was wildly erotic, and Sand shivered with pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the sensation of Satoshi's cock sliding slowly through his tight passage.
"Cormamin, i' nat'ea umalle," Sand gasped, forgetting for a moment that he was speaking in elven. His cock was so hard that it literally ached, and each time Satoshi slid over his prostate, Sand could feel his cock get harder. Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, Sand registered Satoshi's puzzlement. He struggled for a moment to remember the English words, and then they returned to him in a rush. "The things you do," Sand said, his voice ragged but full of desire. Satoshi pulled back quickly, and Sand mewled a little, feeling empty until Satoshi started his slow push back in.
Satoshi was reveling in Sand's utter abandonment to the sensations Satoshi was arousing in him, watching as Sand struggled not to buck his hips and ruin the careful pace of Satoshi's thrusts. It was the kind of sweet, slow fucking that made Sand even more determined to cherish this marvelous husband of his for the next five hundred years, and beyond.
Satoshi moaned a little at the sight of Sand's straining cock. Satoshi could feel himself getting close to coming himself, and he wanted Sand to come with him. He reached down and captured Sand's face, turning the muddled elf to look at him.
"Poldoramin, I want you to touch yourself, for me. Let me see you, my love," Satoshi said. He watched as Sand's eyes darkened with arousal, and the elf wrapped his fingers around his cock with a wanton moan. He stroked languidly, his eyes heated as he watch Satoshi watching him, the tips of his elegantly pointed ears rosy with passion.
Satoshi felt himself close to the edge, watching as Sand stroked his cock, those blue eyes molten with lust. Satoshi could see the subtle shift in Sand's eyes as the elf sucked in a harsh breath before letting out a howl as he came, his cum painting his own chest and face. Sand's ass was impossibly tight as he spasmed around Satoshi's cock, and he licked his cum off his lips.
That was it for Satoshi, and he screamed as he felt his balls draw up so tightly that it was nearly painful. He poured what felt like an endless load of cum into Sand's ass as the elf's back arched, driving him further onto Satoshi's cock. Satoshi shivered as he sank forward, Sand's strong arms wrapping around him as he murmured sweet nonsense in elven into Satoshi's ear.
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The tight heat of Satoshi's ass was almost maddening, and it was all Sand could do to restrain himself from pounding Satoshi into the reverie couch. Sand planned on enjoying Satoshi more than once tonight, and it would not do at all for the moon elf to need to send out for healing potions after the first time. Sucking in a deep breath, Sand withdrew again, only the head of his cock still in Satoshi's sweet ass, and he looked down at his husband, his blue eyes filled with love.
"I do love when I make you scream," Sand murmured, and slid forward again, making sure to hit Satoshi's prostate and draw another delicious howl from the imp. Sand shivered with the intensity of Satoshi's response, feeling Satoshi's ass clamp around his cock. Satoshi's cock was starting to harden again, and Sand grinned wickedly as he pulled back again, as slowly as he could manage, Satoshi mewling as Sand paused before driving home again.
"I see you like this, so wanton beneath me, taking me so eagerly, and I know I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life," Sand said, and slammed in to the hilt yet again, his balls slapping against Satoshi's ass. "I can taste you on my lips, and I feel you so tight around me, and I know I am home because wherever you are is home."
Satoshi looked up at Sand, the truth of those words echoing through their bond. Satoshi gasped a little at the intensity of Sand's emotions, love and desire and pride mixing in a heady storm that washed over Satoshi in a cleansing wave.
Sand kept up his maddening pace of withdrawing slowly and then driving his cock all the way into Satoshi's ass, never taking his eyes off his beloved husband as he plundered him, Satoshi's cock rock hard again and bouncing against his belly with every thrust.
"Tonight, we love like elves love, each time new again, rediscovering all the ways we can please each other and never letting this become ordinary," Sand purred. "And I promise you, when we fight, as we will, it will be even more extraordinary when we make amends in bed. And on our last day together, it will be as sweet as our first." Sand's slim fingers wrapped around Satoshi's cock, stroking possessively as he continued to bury his own cock in Satoshi's ass. He could feel the pleasure building in his belly, the sweet heat coiled and waiting for release, and Sand stroked a little faster as Satoshi moaned loudly, precum dribbling over Sand's fingers.
"Come with me, cormamin. Fall over the precipice, let yourself go, and I will catch you," Sand promised. "I will always catch you." He could feel the telltale throb in the thick vein beneath Satoshi's cock, and Satoshi's strong legs were tightening around the elf's hips. Sand thrust again, hitting Satoshi's prostate dead on, and Satoshi screamed and came, ropes of cum splattering Sand's belly and chest as his ass molded itself around Sand's cock. Sand flung his head back, his silky hair brushing against Satoshi's legs as he screamed along with his husband, filling Satoshi's ass with spurt after spurt of cum, his release feeling like it would never end.
-
Nytara bowed to Satoshi with great respect. "I'm not sure how much I could teach you, Satoshi. It's obvious that you've studied with a swordmaster, and although you said your expertise is with a katana, I think you'll be a natural with this weapon."
Nytara bowed again, and kicked off her shoes as well. She was wearing thin breeches and a short tunic without sleeves, and the finely honed muscles of her arms moved smoothly as she stepped into a fighting stance, her sword held with casual ease. When Satoshi nodded, Nytara stepped into a fast and graceful attack, her sword swinging up fast and deft, the notes different from Satoshi's, more militant. Satoshi parried easily, almost anticipating where Nytara would be, and Sand watched appreciatively as they circled and traded a few blows.
Nytara stepped back, lowering her blade and bowing very deeply. "You honor me, Master Satoshi. Your skill is remarkable." She straightened up, her reddish eyes bright. "If you're ever in Skullport for a moonhunt, I'd be honored to have you join my team. Sand has been on one with me."
"We will keep it in mind, Nytara." Sand held out a hand to Satoshi, who had sheathed his sword in an elegant leather scabbard that Nytara had offered him. "We do have a dinner engagement, though."
Sand slipped his arm around Satoshi's waist again, and they were standing in The Greymist, Beredir hurrying over with a smile on his face.
"Sand, Satoshi! It's good to see you both. The wedding went well?" Beredir asked, showing them to a barely visible door. "Never mind, tell me another time. Dinner's waiting inside already, and some wine." Beredir closed the door behind him, and Sand pulled Satoshi into a kiss, plundering the small tight mouth of his husband eagerly as his fingers worked Satoshi's shirt buttons.
"You are extremely arousing when you wield a sword, do you know that?" Sand informed Satoshi when they broke for air. "My jeans have been uncomfortably tight since you picked up that blade. We must start sparring together, I think." Sand gave Satoshi a wicked grin as Satoshi looked down to see the bulge in Sand's jeans.
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Nytara examined his right hand carefully, and then his left hand. "Very good, Satoshi. You have a swordsman's hands, indeed."
Nytara rummaged among a selection of hilts, beautifully shaped and inlaid with strips of gold and mithral. Sand watched with interest, pulling Satoshi closer and wrapping his arms around his husband from behind. "I wanted this to be a complete surprise, but the hilt needs to be properly fitted to you." He nuzzled Satoshi's ear a bit, nibbling very lightly on the lobe.
"Try these," Nytara said, her ebony face gleaming in the dim light of the smithy. "I think they might do nicely."
Satoshi took the first hilt she offered, his fingers curling around it easily. Nytara frowned a little and handed him a second hilt, which fit better, the grip feeling natural in Satoshi's hand.
"Almost," Nytara said, and gave Satoshi a third hilt.
No sooner did Satoshi wrap his hand around it then he burst into a bright smile. It felt as comfortable and familiar as the hilt of his katana. He tried it in his left hand as well, and it felt just as good, as though it had been made for him.
Sand grinned happily. "And now the blade."
Nytara took the hilt over to a long table, and brought out a blade, shimmering and beautiful, with a delicate pattern of holes of varying sizes at the top of the blade, running down the center for several inches. She carefully fitted the hilt to the blade and chanted softly, a glow surrounding her hands as she worked, and the hilt joined to the blade.
"Now, let's see you try a few practice swings." Nytara presented Satoshi the sword, hilt first, with a graceful bow. She reached for another sword, already in a scabbard, and drew it forth.
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Sand looked at Satoshi, his eyes bright. "Then this will indeed be a perfect gift for you, cormamin." He grabbed Satoshi's hand, as excited as Satoshi had ever seen him. They hurried down the walkway and into the temple through a pair of graceful doors three times the height of Sand.
Inside the temple, the song was clearer, but Satoshi could not recognize a word of what was being sung. It did sound elven, but different, the accent a little harsher.
"What language is that?" Satoshi asked.
"It is the Ilythiiri tongue, and it is a hymn of praise to the goddess," Sand explained. "The Ilythiiri have lived apart from the rest of the elves for so long that they have evolved a language of their own."
A slim drow female walked up to them, and held out her hands in welcome. "Sand, it's been a while. How are you?"
"I am very well, Nytara. This is my husband, Satoshi. Satoshi, this is the Lady Nytara, priestess of Eilistraee and and one of her Huntresses." Sand took her hand and smiled. "Satoshi is the one I wanted the sword for, my dear."
"Oh, wonderful," Nytara said. "Come this way, then." She led them into the main chapel, where an obsidian statue of a naked elven woman revolved slowly, Her hair was mithral, and hung to her ankles, wrapping about her as she revolved, and in her raised arm was a beautiful sword, the blade of which had a delicate pattern of holes.
"Is this the goddess?" Satoshi asked, looking at the beautiful elven face of the statue, her lips in a warm smile.
"Yes, it is," Nytara replied. "That is how she appears to us, and how we Huntresses go forth when we seek out those who cause harm." She led them further on, into a small and tidy smithy. "Now, let's see your sword hand."
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"If you wear your jacket, how will I admire the view?" Sand asked, a very wicked gleam in his eye. "We will teleport there and back, and the place we are going is sheltered from the weather, so it will not be necessary." Sand had shrugged a shirt on over his t-shirt, one of the plaid ones that Satoshi had bought for him, and he tugged on a pair of boots quickly, delighted by Satoshi's enthusiasm.
"We should be at The Greymist by dark," Sand told Yuji. Sand slipped his arm around Satoshi's waist and they disappeared.
Sand was still holding fast to Satoshi when they appeared on a quiet walkway. The light seemed a bit odd to Satoshi, until he realized that they were in a vast underground cavern, and he turned to Sand with an expression of wonder.
"Welcome to Skullport," Sand said, smiling. "The name is much worse than the city truly is, I assure you. This is part of a network of caverns, connected by a river." Sand gestured at docks, with ships moored, loading and unloading cargo. "We are, in fact, beneath the city of Waterdeep."
Satoshi was shocked to see an elf walk by, an elf with coal black skin and stark white hair, his eyes gleaming with a faintly reddish light. "Poldoramin, is he an elf like you?"
"Mm," Sand murmured. "He is drow, or Ilythiiri, as they were known on the surface. For their crimes, they were banished by the Seldarine to the Underdark, along with all their gods save one, Eilistraee, Lady Silverhair. She was told that she could remain in Arvandor, but she chose to go to the Underdark as well, so that some drow might remember love, and laughter, and the sweet light of the moon."
Sand gestured at an imposing building, elven in appearance, with soaring, graceful windows. An incredibly sweet song floated out to Satoshi's ears. "That is our destination today, the Temple of Eilistraee. It is the largest one in existence, and the priestesses constantly sing their hymns to the Silver Lady, so that the song is unending."
"They never stop?" Satoshi asked.
"Never," Sand confirmed. "There is a statue within of the goddess, and it is held aloft in a perpetual dance by the power of the songs. If they stop, the statue will fall and shatter."
Satoshi just shook his head in astonishment. "But what are we going there for?" He dodged someone that looked exactly like a minotaur from the stories Willow read and wrote.
"A songsword," Sand said with great satisfaction.
Week 24: 3-20-11
in Weekly Prompt
Posted
Pen Name: BronxWench
Story link: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600086441
Type of fic: Flash fic
Rating: Adult+
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: Anal, AFFO, ChallengeFic, HJ, M/M, OC