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Prompt: Dream
From JayDee:
It was really sweet that it started with such warm intimite kissing, and Wraith's remaining fear of rejection in the kiss proving unfounded. I gotta say when I saw the HJ tag on the fic codes I though "YAY!" and I wasn't dissapointed, the jumbled heat mutual pleasure comes across really well and it's so great when you have Wraith's thought 'Alistair, mine.' pushing him over the edge.A real true five-plus stars effort.
Wow!
Thank you! You've stuck with this through the seemingly endless series of NoSex tags, and I'm glad that the sex, now that it's arrived, didn't disappoint! And Wraith's not the possessive type, nope, not at all... 
From bloodravyn:
awww!Thank you!
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Prompt: Nightfall
From JayDee:
[smutty remark] I bet Alistair has a place Wraith would fit right in [/smutty remark]With the jokey comment about sudden molestation in the slumber part, I figured Wraith was dropping a hint that he quite fancied some - so when he makes a similar reference here followed by the note that he doesn't dare for more, it's almost like he's a little frustrated the hint didn't get taken. Although I might be trying to read too much into it!
I don't know the game plot so I don't know whether Zathrian's thirst for vengeance was justified, but I can certainly see from what you've shown of Wraith's character why making the choice would be tough for him.
"She was beautiful, and yet an undercurrent of savagery ran through her words,"
That sounds rather like it applies to the forest itself, too... after all the beauty of nature often seems to have a right nasty side to it. Did I just totally spell out an obvious subtle comparison?... eep.
Thank you! Well, Wraith is a little frustrated, but he's being patient. As for Zathrian, it's really a coin toss. You can argue for it either way, really. Nature, well, nature can be crueler more often than kind, so yeah...
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Prompt: Slumber
From Sanura:
Very awesome, the more i read of him the more I like Alister. Great prompt.Yes, well, the Chantry boy grew on me. I didn't like him the first few times I played, but he wore me down.
From Darkling Willow:
Very good. I like the feeling of hesitant attraction in that kiss.Alistair is quite innocent, so he's not one to rush into bed, but I think Wraith will wear him down!
From bloodravyn:
lol, loved!Thank you!
From JayDee:
Whoohoo, back again!It's great how casually Wraith tosses out the idea of Alistair sleeping in his tent, although from the kisses and hugs and their growing relationship it seems as if that might actually increase his chances of sudden molestation. If their kissing is annoying the witch, they ought to do more of it
Also works in enough about what they're doing, and why, so those of us who haven't played the game can follow it all.
Oh, yes, Wraith is trying to be subtle.
And yes, annoying the witch is way too much fun. I'm glad that I'm at least making this somewhat intelligible for those who haven't been seduced by the CRPG!From Shadow Knight:
I have to congratulate you on your subtlety. The way you have the Dalish Warden discern all the implications (in tone, mood, attitude, etc.) between Zathrian's clan and his own is simply inspiring. You can definitely tell that Wraith is a Dalish through and through, and that he's intimately familiar with his race's customs. I do like the interactions, as always, though I'm less than pleased with Zevran's appearance (though I'm grudgingly surprised you managed to include him in such a seamless, natural way under the word limit). I think that the bit about what exactly awoke from its slumber could be expounded upon (as an aside, AWESOME use of the prompt. VERY subtle and appropriate), but as usual we have this pesky word limit to worry about. I find it a little disappointing we don't get more about that crucial step between "first kiss" and "kisses and embraces are now commonplace" but like I said just now, I really do hate that word limit.
I honestly don't have much else to criticise here. I like their dynamic. It stays close to the game and even the briefly-seen companions remain true to their selves (awesome dig on Morrigan at the end!). Keep it up!
Wow...
Thank you! Given that you've played the game and know it probably even better than I do, this is really wonderful! I'm glad to know I'm not too far off the mark, and even being subtle! -
Prompt: Embrangled "Haven"
From Sanura:
I love the prompt, the banter was brilliant. I love how the assassin complains about climbing and yet has it in him to enjoy his job. Also the relationship between Wraith and Alistair is wonderfully passionate.Thank you! I actually love writing interparty banter. To me, it's one of the best parts of writing, if I can use banter to cover exposition as well.
From JayDee:
Very first line - made me think I know how she feels, so many $%{:content:}quot;£%ing games have a similar thing. At least the Princess isn't in another castle, similar thing with "Not climbing every mountain we find would be nice." It's like they're getting self aware on all the quests"Is that even a word?" Alistair asked.
bwa ha ha... I'm with Alistair!
They seem comfortable in their relationship now, more than just at ease, but secure enough making jokes about the cold feet and that. It's sweet.
Thank you! Yes, I always imaging that about halfway through all of the games I play, my party should be bitching about the endless slogging through quest after quest, some of which really do feel pointless. And yes, the Chantry boy and his elf are definitely settling into their relationship, which is a good thing considering what lies ahead. (Yes, the other constant of these games...it's always going to get worse!)
From bloodravyn:
lovedThank you!
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Prompt: Callipygian "Sycophant"
From yukihime:
Very Morrigan. Great job!Thank you! I have to admit, I'm quite fond of Morrigan. She's a bitch, but she's certainly fun to have around.
From JayDee:
This is one of those stories where I suspect not having played the game lets me down a little in the background, especially as Morrigan's been something of a bitparter in your prompt stories! That said, I can at least enjoy the finely crafted phrasing
Thank you! I hope to have a little more fun with Morrigan this quarter. Having an apostate witch with a serious deficit in people skills as part of your party keeps it interesting.
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Prompt: Adduced "The Gamble"
From JayDee:
You did it! You gave dialogue to the mage that allowed adduce not to be out of place - with everything from conundrum to apostate keeping it company - and then followed it with a new type of sex from the previous encounters (unless I somehow missed creative use of boats before ) Can almost hear the lap of the water, and other slightly fluid sounds reading it... Go you!Thank you! Pulled this one out of my ass, actually, since I was struggling to think of how I'd fit this one in. To make it a real chalenge, I try to use the actual prompt word, and this quarter looks to be challenging!
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Erion slid his arm around Kansas's waist after he had bowed to everyone politely, grateful that Sand had insisted that they study spoken Japanese intensively with the aid of his modified permanency spell. Even as rapidly as Kansas and his friends were speaking, Erion could keep up fairly well, missing only a word here and there, and he was able to chatter back a bit, although he was a bit shy at first, sort of the way Kansas had been with his friends in Evereska. Kageoshi was the first to warm up to Erion, his sweet charm and beautiful smile putting Erion quickly at ease.
The six youngsters chatted happily as they devoured the sliced fruit and sweet rolls, and drank the tea that Willow prepared for them earlier. Vale and Yuji excused themselves to give Kansas and Erion a chance to talk a bit. When they boys found out that Erion was starting at university in April, he was hit with a storm of advice and opinions, and before he knew it, he was giggling and chattering like he had known them all forever. Momo was a little reserved, but even he warmed up a little when Erion and Kageoshi seemed to hit it off perfectly. Kageoshi seemed to like having someone who was apparently close to him in age, and he kept touching Erion's silvery hair, just amazed by the color.
"So how did you two meet?" Kageoshi asked, smiling his beautiful smile.
Erion looked over at Kansas and grinned. "We met when everyone came over with Yuji, to get him healed. It was kind of funny, because Satoshi met my uncle at the same time, well, met him again, sort of, and now they're together, too."
Kansas smiled, his face absolutely beautiful as he looked at Erion. "It was just one of those things. I saw Erion, and that was it. We just knew we were supposed to be together."
"Are you going to take a Japanese name, too?" Kageoshi asked, ignoring Momo's tiny frown.
Erion beamed. "I am! I will be Hayashi Yuki. For now, I'm going to get my papers so I can stay and study here, and then when I turn twenty, I can take my citizenship test. Until then, my uncle will be my guardian, and my parents have given him permission to take care of me until then."
Kageoshi grinned. "Wait, how old are you?"
"Eighteen," Erion replied, having figured out that this was the equivalent for this world.
"We're the same age! I'm December, so I'll be nineteen then." Kageoshi looked overjoyed. "This is so great." He looked over at Momo, who smiled at his enthusiasm.
"I'm in November, right before you." Erion laughed as Kageoshi pouted a little, and then relented and began to giggle.
The conversation was interrupted by the door opening, and Sand and Satoshi came in, laughing and windblown.
"Mori-san!" Kageoshi jumped up, followed by the rest of the youngsters, as Satoshi and Sand left their boots, jackets and helmets in the entryway. They bowed respectfully, and then Satoshi gave Kageoshi a hug, pulling him in tightly. The rest of the boys got one-armed hugs.
"How have you all been? I've missed seeing you around," Satoshi laughed, looking at the eager faces. "Let me introduce you to my partner, Mori Masato."
Sand bowed to the boys, and they all bowed back with great respect.
"We're pleased to meet you, Mori-sama," Ryo said shyly.
Sand smiled at him, his blue eyes bright. "Masato-san is fine, please. You will make me feel old."
"And I thought you were all going to call me Satoshi-san," Satoshi teased.
Kageoshi smiled his beautiful smile. "Of course, Mori-san."
Sand looked at Satoshi and laughed. "I'll get us some tea." He sauntered off into the kitchen.
"So how did Masato like the bike?" Kansas asked, trying not to snicker. Erion just giggled.
Satoshi broke out into a gorgeous smile, his brown eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "Oh, I think we may be taking the bike out a lot more often, especially now that the weather is getting warmer."
Sand came back with tea and handed a cup to Satoshi. "That would be wonderful, actually." His face was radiant as he looked at Satoshi, and Erion gave up and hooted with laughter.
"Come on, I'll show you the garden," Kansas said eagerly. "I want a smoke, anyway."
The youngsters went out into the garden, and a few moments later, Willow slipped back in through the portal, Ryuu holding on to Aika's stroller and Hikaru in his sling. Vale and Yuji hurried over to help her, looking a little surprised that she was alone.
"Where are Hawk and Sora?" Yuji asked in a low voice.
"They decided to stay," Willow replied equally softly. "It might be a little hard to explain a great-grandmother who looks like your sister, sweets." She grinned as Yuji made a face. "They'll have dinner at The Greymist, and they have the house to themselves. It's fine. Where are the boys?"
"In the garden," Vale replied, a drowsy Aika settled on his hip.
"Chichi! Tousan!" Ryuu ran into the dining room to tell Satoshi and Sand all about his day with Hawk-otooji and Sora hibaba, his small face bright and happy. Sand fetched him a sweet roll and some fruit while Satoshi listened intently.
"The boys staying for dinner?" Willow asked Yuji.
Yuji laughed a little. "Do you mind?"
Willow snorted a little. "When have I ever minded having a house full of starving boys? They're great kids, and we were going to order in food anyway, so it's no trouble." She put Hikaru in his portable seat so he could watch all the goings-on with his wide green eyes, smiling as he cooed happily.
"I'll go tell them," Yuji said, and headed out into the garden.
Vale looked over at Sand, grinning a little. "So, how was the ride?" He was a little surprised by the smile that came over Sand's face.
"It was amazing," Sand replied, his ear tips getting a little rosy. "I think I would like to make that a regular treat, actually. Honestly, I have no idea why I made such a fuss this morning."
Vale snickered, and swung Aika up to kiss her soft cheeks. "Your keifu is a very silly man, my lady, do you know that?" Aika giggled a little, nuzzling into Vale's neck a bit as she woke up. Then the garden door slid open, and Ryuu shrieked happily as he flung himself at his onii-san and their friends, Aika wiggling to be put down so she could follow and be hugged and petted. Sand and Satoshi slipped upstairs to change, and Vale and Willow began to clear away the tea things on the table, both of them very glad that Sand had soundproofed the rooms.
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Sand reached out and stroked Satoshi's cheek tenderly before pulling him into his arms. "Thank you, cormamin, for telling me. Such despair must have been hard to endure, but you are so very strong, and your heart is so very large. Whether she was a ghost, or real, or perhaps even a goddess drawn to your beautiful soul, I owe her a great debt. Without her, we might never have met, and I would never have found the other half of my soul in this life."
Sand kissed Satoshi tenderly, his blue eyes warm with love as he looked into Satoshi's gorgeous brown eyes. "Will you think me odd if I say that you have given this dark forest new meaning? For many, it is indeed a world that they enter, never to return, but for you, it was the place where you found the will to continue. Had you not come here that day, had you not been touched by that mysterious girl, you might have found another place, or another way. You might have used drink or drugs to drown the pain, and lost your soul that way. You might have used one of these infernal machines to end your life as Kenji's partner did."
Sand kissed Satoshi again, this kiss deeper, hungrier, as he poured out his love for Satoshi. "Instead, you walked out, and eventually into my life, and my heart, and you have given me a gift that I will cherish for eternity. And I will ask you for one more gift, my heart." He laid a slim hand on the crotch of Satoshi's leather pants, palming his cock and feeling Satoshi respond. "Take me. Love me in this place where you were strong enough to choose life. Let me worship our love with my body."
Satoshi's eyes widened a little, but he stood and took Sand's hand, leading him into the bushes. "You're crazy, you know that. Anyone could walk by."
"Then we will be quick, and we will be quiet." Sand's eyes glittered with desire, dark and wild. He unfastened his pants, sliding them down over his slim hips along with his boxers as he grabbed Satoshi's hand and sucked on two fingers, slicking them. Sand bent over, gripping the trunk of a tree for support and presenting his ass to Satoshi.
"Oh, fuck," Satoshi whispered, but he unzipped his pants and tugged his fundoshi to one side, freeing his cock, already hard and eager. Satoshi gripped one of Sand's hips tightly, and slid his spit-slicked fingers into Sand's ass, thrusting a few times as Sand bucked back into the intruding fingers with a tiny sigh of pleasure. A soft breeze rustled past, and Satoshi withdrew his fingers, lining his cock up with Sand's loosened pucker and driving in with a single powerful thrust.
Sand hissed, gripping the tree trunk tightly as he pressed backward, grinding his ass into Satoshi's groin, his husband's cock filling him wonderfully as it pressed against his prostate. Sand's own cock jumped a little, a bead of precum forming at the tip as Satoshi grabbed Sand's other hip, the tight heat of Sand's ass pressing around his cock.
"Hard and fast," Sand whispered, bucking a little to let Satoshi know he was more than ready.
Satoshi complied, a tiny moan escaping him as he pounded into Sand's ass, watching Sand's back arch with pleasure. A stray shaft of light caught Sand's hair in just the right way, and the raven darkness gave way to amethyst, spilling down across the padded leather of Sand's jacket, and Satoshi felt his balls tighten a little at the sight. Satoshi leaned forward, his breath hot against Sand's ear as he whispered to his elf, "Touch yourself. Spill for me."
Sand made an almost inaudible noise, somewhere between a purr and a growl, and he took one hand off the tree and fisted his own cock, stroking it with rough urgency, his legs spread for balance. Satoshi slammed into Sand even faster, punishing Sand's prostate with brutal thrusts as Sand's back arched even more, starbursts of white light exploding behind the elf's eyes, pleasure radiating out through his bond. Satoshi could almost taste the heat that coiled in Sand's belly, and his own balls tightened even more, Sand's ass clenching around his cock as the elf approached release.
Sand's breath hitched, and he let out a gasp as he stiffened, his cum arching out to splatter against the pine needles on the ground, and his ass clenched like a velvet fist around Satoshi's cock. Satoshi managed a few more thrusts before he too came with a breathless mewl, his cum liquid fire as he filled Sand's ass with spurt after spurt as the elf shuddered beneath him. Finally spent, Satoshi leaned forward and pulled Sand upright, wrapping his arms around the elf as they both caught their breath, their hearts pounding and their cheeks flushed.
Satoshi let his softening cock slide out of Sand's ass, and Sand moaned a little at the loss, his voice soft. As Satoshi quickly adjusted his fundoshi and zipped up his pants, Sand tugged up his own boxers and pants before turning and pulling Satoshi into a searing kiss.
"So very wicked," Sand murmured, laughter dancing in his eyes.
"Look who's talking," Satoshi retorted, his own eyes bright with love for his elf.
Sand chuckled, utterly content. "Do you think the rice is still warm? All this fresh air and healthful exercise has given me an appetite."
Satoshi and Sand ate quickly, not needing to say much, just basking in the beauty of the day and their love for each other. As they ate, they watched a couple of hikers pass by, and they nodded and bowed in greeting, Satoshi silently offering a small prayer of thanks that the hikers had not come sooner. After they ate, Sand and Satoshi tidied the area, making sure to take their empty tea bottles with them. They walked back to the parking area where Satoshi's bike waited, gleaming in the sun.
Satoshi smothered a small grin as Sand put his helmet on with considerably less reluctance than back at the house and swung his leg over the bike as though he had been doing this all his life. Satoshi got on and started the bike, the powerful engine rumbling between their legs as Sand leaned forward to wrap his arms around Satoshi.
Satoshi went sedately down the road until he finally reached the country road that led back home. Sand leaned forward, raising his voice a bit to be heard over the engine's roar.
"Do you think we can go very fast again?" Sand's helmet hid his expression, but the raw lust and excitement in his voice made Satoshi's cock twitch and begin to harden even more than the vibration of the powerful bike between his thighs. As if reading his mind, the elf's hand brushed over his groin, and Satoshi groaned a little, hoping that Sand had restocked their room with healing potions. He had a feeling they were both going to need one come the morning. Satoshi opened up the engine, and the bike took off, both men moving in perfect unison as they sped home.
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"This place is beautiful," Sand said quietly, looking at the gorgeous landscape with shining eyes. "The forests, that jewel of a lake, and Fuji-san looking over it all. This feels like home, cormamin."
Satoshi looked a little surprised. "I always picture you in a city, or surrounded by books somewhere. I've seen you fight, and I know you're more than just a scholar, but I just never picture you as the type to be comfortable out here."
Sand chuckled a bit, sipping the sweet tea appreciatively. "I have spent years living among ruins while I studied them, sleeping under the stars and trading with passing caravans for supplies. While I did often miss the sound of another voice, there was a simplicity and peace that was compelling. This forest below us, for example. One could walk in there and be lost in another world, a green and quiet place. It reminds me of the forests of Tethyr. There are places in there that no human has ever seen, that I will show you one day." Sand leaned over, taking quick advantage of the fact that they were alone to sneak a quick kiss. "Thank you, my heart. This restores me in ways I cannot begin to describe."
Satoshi blushed a little, amazed as always by the many sides to Sand. Vale had called Sand mercurial once, and Satoshi was beginning to think that was a perfect word for the moon elf. One thing was always constant, though, and that was his love for Satoshi. It sang out through their bond no matter what, just like it did at that very moment.
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Sand just looked at that inviting little ass in front of him, and he thrust one spit-slick finger in past the tight pucker, encountering an unexpected but utterly delightful sensation of slickness. "How very foresighted," Sand murmured, sending the second finger finger in to join the first, thrusting a bit to loosen the tight ring of muscle, drawing out a little lube to slick the pucker further. Satoshi pushed back against Sand's fingers, panting a little as he writhed and Sand growled softly.
Sand rubbed his slick fingers over the head of his thick cock and leaned forward, pressing his cock into Satoshi's ass and breaching him, continuing his thrust until he was fully seated in Satoshi's ass, his balls snug against pale golden cheeks. Satoshi hissed a little at the intrusion, and Sand waited a moment, wanting nothing more than to pound Satoshi through the gas tank of the bike, but knowing his husband needed that moment to adjust. He rubbed the small of Satoshi's back where his jacket had ridden up.
"Are you ready?" Sand whispered, and Satoshi pressed backward in response. Sand stood, bracing himself with both feet on the ground and he withdrew slowly, admiring the sight before him. Satoshi's sweet ass was quivering with need and Sand's thick cock was still partially buried in that tight heat, glistening with the lube Satoshi had used to prepare himself. Sand gave another barely audible growl and slammed back in, his hands wrapping around the leather clad hips of his husband as he punished that pert ass with furious thrusts. The clean sweet air filled Sand's lungs, and he shifted his angle slightly, his cock ring dragging across Satoshi's prostate. Satoshi bucked, driving himself backward onto Sand's cock so hard that the elf nearly lost his balance.
The hot engine between his leg and the hot ass around his cock combined to push Sand to the limit fairly quickly. The thrill of knowing that they could be caught at any moment only added to Sand's excitement, and he let a small moan escape his lips as he continued to plunder Satoshi's ass, his thrusts increasingly erractic as the heat grew and coiled in his belly. Satoshi's back started to arch a bit, but Sand pressed him back down onto the gas tank, wanting to watch as his cock pounded the beautiful pale ass in front of him. Sand could feel Satoshi's own arousal through their bond, and he knew Satoshi was close to coming himself, his cock rubbing against the bike's seat as Sand hammered him. Satoshi writhed helplessly beneath Sand, that gorgeous flush of arousal painting the back of his neck and creeping across his cheeks.
With a grunt, Sand's balls drew up and the coiled heat in his belly exploded as Sand came, filling Satoshi's tight ass with what felt like an endless stream of cum, and Satoshi mewled softly as his ass tightened around Sand's cock hard enough to hurt, his back arching again. This time, Sand wrapped strong arms around Satoshi and pulled him upright, settling back down onto the seat as Satoshi writhed, impaled on Sand's cock. Satoshi's fundoshi was the recipient of his orgasm, and Sand dipped one finger into the folded fabric and pulled it out, licking it to taste Satoshi as he shuddered through his own orgasm.
"You are amazing, cormamin," Sand murmured, his breath hot against Satoshi's ear. Satoshi trembled, his muscles relaxing all at once as he milked the last drops from Sand. Sand nipped lightly at Satoshi's jaw, careful not to leave any visible marks, but when Satoshi turned his head to offer his sweet little mouth for a kiss, Sand dove into the offered kiss, tugging at Satoshi's lip piercings as the imp mewled a quietly as possible.
"Do you know, you are the most wicked person I have ever met?" Sand murmured, his breath hot against Satoshi's ear. "And I assure you, if this is how you intend to punish me, I shall be sure to misbehave regularly."
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Sand was grateful for the helmet that hid his expression, since he was sure that terror and panic were a large part of what that expression would be. His arms were wrapped so tightly around Satoshi that Satoshi had to loosen them twice, and the roar of the powerful engine had him nearly deaf, his sensitive elven ears overwhelmed. Still, he had lost enough face bolting back toward the house, and Sand was grimly determined to survive this ride and then never go near the infernal machine again.
Satoshi took a sharp turn out of the gate of the estate, and Sand's heart gave a convulsive leap. It was sheer instinct that made him follow the movement of Satoshi's body, that and the fact that he was clinging so tightly to his husband that he almost had no choice. The powerful engine vibrated between Sand's legs, and even through his thick padded leathers, he could feel the heat of the engine. Satoshi screamed something to Sand that was largely unintelligible through the roar of the engine and the pounding of Sand's own heart, but he picked up a few words about relaxing and closing his eyes. Sand snorted to himself. The very last thing he planned on doing was closing his eyes. If death awaited, Sand intended to stare it down.
The trip through the city streets was utterly unnerving, cars going past and Sand very aware of the fact that only a thin layer of leather stood between him and those lethal metal bodies. Satoshi seemed completely at ease, and Sand growled inwardly. While he had to admit, at least to himself, that this really was the equivalent of his ease with the arcane and Satoshi's fear and mistrust of it, Sand was still inclined to think that what he had done inside the telkiira was nowhere near as rash and foolhardy. That was when Satoshi turned onto the country road leading toward Mount Fuji.
Satoshi accelerated and and Sand's mouth went dry with terror as the bike hurtled along at unimaginable speeds. Sand had thought driving with Wench had been the pinnacle of insanity. He was not too proud to admit that he was wrong. The wind buffeted him, and he clung to Satoshi with renewed fervor, trying not to crush his husband since that held the promise of certain death, but his eyes did flutter closed for a moment as he muttered a quick and very fervent prayer to Labelas Enoreth. Then he lapsed into Ilythiiri, swearing fluently and savagely for nearly a full minute before lapsing back into terrified silence.
It was peculiar, though, because Sand began to notice an odd sensation. The vibration of the powerful engine beneath him, coupled with the heat of his husband's body against him was becoming more than a little arousing. There was almost a feeling of exhilaration that teased its way along the elf's nerves, a reckless embrace of mortality that was thrilling and wanton. Sand could feel the increasing pressure of his cock against the thick leather of his pants as it hardened, and his curses were slowly replaced by soft mewls each time Satoshi hit a section of straight road and opened the bike up again, the engine screaming between his legs. Sand was quite sure he had either gone entirely mad from fear, or he had just crossed that threshold into euphoria that resulted from an overdose of adrenaline. Either way, Sand was sorry that his helmet prevented him from doing anything more than moaning as his cock throbbed with anticipation.
Vale collected the mail, leafing through it on his way back into the kitchen, and his eyes widened as he saw one envelope in particular, addressed to Hayashi Akira, Assisant to the Headmaster, Hayashi Academy of Music. Vale laid the rest of the mail on the table for Willow and Yuji to sort through, and opened the envelope carefully, his slim fingers tugging the stiff stationery out. He opened the letter, reading the lines of kanji quickly, and a whoop of joy escaped him.
"Yuji!" Vale yelled, his green eyes shining. He raced into the garden, where Yuji was having a quiet cigarette and chuckling to himself over the look on Sand's face. Vale hurried over and dropped onto the bench next to him, all but trembling with excitement.
"What is it, a'maelamin?" Yuji asked, looking at the radiant face of the blond elf.
Vale took a quick breath. "We got one. We got one!"
Yuji looked at Vale, utterly confused. "We got what?"
"Do you remember when I told you that I thought I might be able to get companies to give us money for scholarships and endowments?" Vale asked, watching Yuji's eyes glaze over a bit. "Okay, never mind. But look!"
Vale thrust the letter into Yuji's hands, watching as Yuji read it, his perfect eyes widening. "They're giving us money?"
"Yes, to pay the tuition for a student that's good enough but can't afford our fees," Vale confirmed. "And this is just the first, Yuji. If we got one, we'll get more. We'll get funds for equipment, technology and even uniforms for performances, and we'll get more scholarships, too. And if the Juilliard School decides to partner with us..." Vale threw his arms around Yuji's neck. "We are going to have the best and most incredible music school in all of Tokyo!"
Yuji just hugged Vale, reeling a bit. His dream was not only becoming a reality, it was becoming a success before it had even opened its doors.
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BW looked the paper over, frowning slightly. "Wonderfully obscure, which is the point of prophecies, I suppose. I think the bulk of these refer to the characters here, more than to any of us." She handed the paper to Apollo.
The stir fry had been more than good, and BW was surprised to see that she had cleaned her plate. She had not thought she was hungry, but she did feel better for the meal. She got up to get herself more coffee, grabbing Apollo's cup to refill it at the same time.
"You can't even guess?" Sanura asked, curious. Her dark green eyes seemed to bore into BW, missing nothing, a hunter on her game.
BW shrugged. "I can see the bit about the strangers from beyond applying to the Sues, but that could also be about us. After all, we're not here to warp this 'verse. But the rest? Probably the locals, and I don't know enough about the intersection of characters here to guess with any accuracy."
BW handed Apollo her coffee, and took a drink of her own. "Point me at the hostiles, and I'll do my best to take them down. Aside from that, I'll rely on the judgment of those who know this 'verse better."
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Hey I'm ViperSagara I have been a long time reader of the site and a writer outside of it. I have finally got the courage to post a story on AFF and this will be my first story published for the people to read. But my problem is its a DBZ yaoi story and I can't find the catergories for it...plz help me
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Sand looked at Satoshi with great trepidation. "You are going to take me on your bike?" he repeated, looking wide-eyed at his husband. "Oh, I do think you have found the perfect revenge. And here I thought I was the one who ran headlong into places any mortal should fear to tread."
Satoshi's grin widened. "Oh, I promise I won't go too fast. Well, not fast enough to break the sound barrier, anyway." He burst out giggling at the look of horror on Sand's face, curling up with his husband happily.
Hawk looked at Sora, not quite daring to believe his ears. "I know this may be hard to believe, but I never stopped loving you either, Sora. Sending you away that day was the hardest thing I've ever done." Hawk sighed a little. "I didn't want to, believe me."
Sora looked at Hawk, her beautiful eyes seeing him easily in the gloom. "Then why did you?" There was no accusation, no bitterness in her voice, only honest curiosity.
Hawk reached out and stroked Sora's cheek. "I am an Evereskan Graycloak, and while that is a worthy position, it doesn't pay a great deal. My family is noble enough, but certainly not wealthy, at least not wealthy enough to provide properly for the only child of Nosse Sathoness. Your father wanted you to have the best of everything, and I could barely promise to be home one night in ten. He wanted the very best for you, and so did I, and I wasn't it."
Sora put her hand around Hawk's hand. "Foolish, both of you, not asking me." She sighed a little herself. "But the truth is, I probably would have agreed with my father. I was used to getting everything I desired. I barely had to ask. If I looked at a thing, it was there the next day, waiting for me."
"It didn't spoil you," Hawk said quickly. "Seldarine, you were never one of those prissy little things that thought she belonged on the throne in Evermeet."
Sora giggled a little at the picture Hawk painted. She remembered those elflings well, beautiful and empty-headed, dressed in exquisite gowns and jewels, and only interested in fripperies and elven princes. Sora had always thought them silly bits of fluff, and her parents had agreed. She might have been given anything she desired, but her parents had seen to it that she was well tutored. That had served her well when she had wound up on the other side of the portal, alone and knowing nothing of the language or the culture. The intelligence her parents had encouraged in her allowed her to adapt, and there was Yuichi. She had managed to put Evereska and Hawk and her parents out of her mind, and she had made a life, a full and often rich life.
But now here was Hawk, once again, and Sora realized how much she still loved her dashing rogue, her Graycloak in his tight leathers, with his easy laughter and his jeweled braids. Even more astonishing, he still loved her, had always loved her. He had loved her enough to walk away when he thought it was best for her.
"Hawk?" Sora looked up into his wonderful blue grey eyes. "Do you think you could stay with me tonight? Just maybe hold me? I don't want the nightmares to come back." She smiled a little as she stroked his hand that cupped her face so tenderly. "I don't think I'm ready for more than just that, not yet. I want to take this slowly, and do it right this time."
Hawk smiled, a beautiful smile that made him look surprisingly young. Sora had seen the same thing happen with Sand, how their faces could light up and all the years would drop away. Even Eryn could do it, so perhaps it was just a trait that all the Iradil shared, but it was astonishing all the same when it happened.
Hawk carefully slid into the bed next to Sora, and gathered her in his arms, holding her very tenderly as she rested her head on his strong shoulder. He felt to familiar, so warm, and Sora could feel herself relaxing. Hawk tilted her face up, looking into her warm brown eyes, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. It was sweet and loving, asking nothing of her except to accept the kiss and the love behind it, and Sora smiled at her Graycloak as she let herself fall asleep, the nightmares far away.
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PenName: BronxWench
Story Link: Haven
Rating: Adult+
Type of Fic: Flash Fic
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: Anal, AFFO, ChallengeFic, M/M
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"I promise you that I will not overuse magic here on Earth, at least not for things that can be done well enough without magic. I cannot promise that I will not use magic at all." There was a faintly mischievous glint in Sand's eyes. "Without my healing potions, none of us would be able to walk most days, and the silence spell for our rooms is most useful. But I agree, using magic carelessly would be a problem, and I will refrain."
Sand leaned in and nibbled Satoshi's lower lip, teasing his piercings. "And I do promise that the next time I decide to take full leave of my senses and attempt something no living mage in his right mind would try alone that I will tell you every detail, and if it is at all possible, I will keep you by my side."
Sand's eyes widened slightly when Satoshi asked about the new telkiira, but he smiled as Satoshi's fingertips ghosted over his skin, tracing a heart shaped path where the telkiira rested. "It is a new telkiira that I created in the time I spent as part of the Weave. It seemed terribly simple when I was part of the Weave, although I am not sure I could recreate what I did again. I took from the Weave the most powerful protective and beneficial magics and placed them within the telkiira, and I crafted it so that I could attune it to others as well. A telkiira protects itself, and it is dangerous to touch one unprepared, but this telkiira will know my loved ones and not harm them. I have often feared that the telkiira would appear, and you or Ryuu might touch it inadvertently, but I need fear that no longer." Sand's skin glowed and the telkiira appeared, glinting with its many colors: evergreen, cool silver, amethyst, and sapphire blue. He took Satoshi's hand and guided Satoshi's fingertips, letting them brush over the glittering telkiira. It was warm to the touch as Sand laid it in Satoshi's hand.
"None of the magic in there is harmful. I think I can safely say that I am done with my life as a battlemage. I will, of course, always protect my family, but I want to be a husband and a father before all else." Sand watched Satoshi's eyes light up as he turned the telkiira, watching the colors play across its facets.
"Those are all my favorite colors," Satoshi said, looking up at Sand with wonder in his eyes. "I was even thinking of getting a tattoo, another koi on my right arm in blue and amethyst."
"You were in my heart when I crafted this," Sand admitted, his blue eyes gentle. "I am not surprised it took your favorite colors, cormamin, and I think your new tattoo would be beautiful. You are beautiful." Sand kissed Satoshi again, this kiss lingering and loving. "It is late, and cold, and we should rest. You are shivering a bit, even with two hoodies and a spell to warm you. Go inside, and I will tidy the table and follow you directly."
Satoshi slid off Sand's lap after giving him one more loving kiss. "You should be freezing, poldoramin. I've got your hoodie and all you have are sleep pants."
Sand shrugged and laughed a little. "I do not feel cold as readily. Go warm up and I will be right there."
Satoshi went in, closing the sliding glass door behind him and Sand spoke again without turning. "How much did you hear?"
Kansas slid back the divider between the balconies and looked at Sand. "Most of it, but I promise I won't tell anyone what I heard. But there's something I need to show you." Kansas looked a little nervous, and Sand walked over to stand beside him, cupping the imp's face in one hand.
"Whatever it is, you know that you can trust me, Kansas." Sand looked at the beautiful stormy eyes of his youngest spouse. "Is it Erion?"
"No, nothing like that," Kansas said quickly. "Erion's fine, just a little restless. Give him a day or two, and he'll be his usual self. No, this is something else. You know I can see soul lights? Like Santhiel?"
"Can you? As clearly as he does?" Sand was intrigued, his eyes widening with curiosity.
Kansas nodded. "Satoshi's soul light, well, it's easier if I show you." Kansas reached out through his bond with Sand, and he could see Satoshi as Kansas saw him, beautiful and smiling, with two koi swimming around him in lazy circles, one evergreen and silver, the other sapphire and amethyst. "That's Satoshi, and you appear to me as a full moon, with her trail of stars, shining over still water, all blue and silver. And Satoshi's koi are swimming just beneath the surface, where the moonlight touches the water. They have a place to swim now, with you. They're home. That's how deep your bond is. His koi can't live out of your water, and your water is lifeless without his koi."
Sand smiled, his face radiant as he leaned in to kiss Kansas. "Thank you, my love. That is such a gift you have given me, that beautiful image. You have a healer's gift, you know, much as our mother does."
Kansas looked relieved. "Don't shut him out. No matter how scary it is, or how bad, don't shut him out. You two are too closely bound to ever do that to each other. You're like I am with Erion. I wish I could show him like I showed you. I'd even show him my world, if I could. He saved me a thousand times, from everything, most of all from myself. I owe him so much. There's parts of my world that are so beautiful, and that he'd love, and I want to show him so badly."
"There may be a way," Sand said. "I would have to discuss it with Satoshi first, of course. But I can bring Satoshi into my reverie, and from there I can bring us both to our world. It is easiest in that state for him."
"Really? You could do that?" Kansas's face lit up with one of his beautiful, innocent smiles.
"It would not even involve magic, merely my inherent elven ability to link our souls," Sand replied.
Kansas nodded. "Can I let you know when I want to do this? Does it take a lot to prepare?"
"Tell me before we sleep, that is all," Sand said. "Whenever you are ready, I will bring him."
Kansas threw his arms around Sand and hugged him tightly. "Okay, that's perfect. Now go warm up your husband, and I'll go check on mine." Kansas blushed a little, looking utterly adorable to Sand. "I know Erion's not really my husband yet, but in my heart that's what he is."
Kansas slid the divider back, and Sand went back into his room, looking at his beloved Satoshi waiting for him on their futon. He slipped his sleep pants off, sliding under the covers to nuzzle his own precious imp, the one who had guided him home safely and always would.
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Sand stood and pulled Satoshi into his arms, not giving Satoshi a chance to pull away. "When did I ever think that you were stupid? Have I ever said such a thing to you?" His voice was sharp, sharper than he had intended. Sand took a deep breath and let it out slowly, holding tightly to Satoshi. "You are sometimes so perceptive that I forget that you were not raised with magic as part of daily life. I assumed you understood what I am, and what I am capable of, and I assumed incorrectly."
Sand led Satoshi back over to the loveseat, taking off his own hoodie and wrapping it around Satoshi for extra warmth. "Will it help if I try to explain now?"
Satoshi nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak yet, his anger and pain still radiating off him through his muted bond.
"I suppose the place to start is to tell you what I am. I am a wizard, which means that I can access a pool of raw magical power that we call the Weave. This Weave exists everywhere, reaching across the multiverse, which is why I can use my magic here as easily as I can on Toril." Sand stroked Satoshi's back gently, feeling his husband shiver, and he murmured something in elven and Satoshi began to feel warmer. "Just now, I cast a spell to protect you from cold. I am a creature of my magic, and have been since I first felt its touch. I left Evereska to learn more than merely elven magic, because the magic that humans use on my world is less conservative, less rigid. Humans live such a short time compared to elves, and they take more risks with magic, and they achieve more than we elves ever could in centuries of study."
Sand waited while Satoshi lit a cigarette before he continued. "Both Vale and I have reached a proficiency with magic that has earned us the title of archmage. It means we can dip into the Weave and use it with greater ease and use more of it that most wizards and sorcerers. But I have also studied the high magic of my people, an ancient magic that we brought with us to Toril from the Feywild, the home plane of my people. It is elven high magic that created something we called mythals."
Sand ran a hand through his hair. "Do you remember the statue of Hanali Celanil, in the heart of the gardens at the temple? The very old and somewhat shabby one? I will tell you something that many Evereskans do not know. That statue is the mythal that protects Evereska. It was damaged thousands of years ago by the phaerimm, and no one has ever known how to repair it. We have lost the ability to create new mythals because it takes far too many high mages working in unison, and there are not that many left among us. A mythal is simply a way to hold a piece of the Weave and use it to power the defenses of a city, or power a network of portals. My telkiira was a very minor application of that power. A gem is crafted that can hold lore or spells, primarily, but it can also function as a miniature plane of its own, if you will."
"You want to know what I did. I pulled the phaerimm that had Hawk in its thrall into my telkiira, a world I could control, and I battled it there, and when it was weak enough, I split the telkiira into two segments. I imprisoned the phaerimm in one, and then I simply reached out and crushed it. There are two things that can happen when you shatter a magical artifact inside itself, for I was still inside the telkiira in reality." Sand took Satoshi's face between his hands, looking into those gorgeous brown eyes. "The first thing that can happen is that you die, which is what happened to the phaerimm. It is truly dead, ripped apart by the raw magic as it returned to the Weave. The second thing you can do is to ride that raw power back into the Weave, which is what I did. I would not have done that if I did not think I would be able to withstand it. Yes, I became a living mythal for a few moments. I was joined with the Weave, a part of it. I was living magic, much as Mystra, the goddess of magic must have felt when she was called to take up her power. Time is different in the Weave, and I do not know how long I appeared to you as a column of light. For me it was both a matter of moments and an eternity."
"It didn't matter how long," Satoshi said, his voice breaking. ""Whether it was one second, or one day or forever, I lost you! You were fucking dead, and I didn't know how I was going to go on without you."
Sand kissed Satoshi with great tenderness. "I felt you, even in the heart of the Weave, with magic filling me utterly. You were always there, and that is what gave me the strength to shed the Weave, to fling myself through the portal to Kansas's world. Nothing mattered to me except returning to you. I promised you that, did I not? I promised you I would not leave you, that I would not die. I was offered a chance to become a demi-power, a lesser god, to serve Mystra, and it had no appeal because it would have meant losing you. What can being a god offer me, without the love that sustains me? You are all that matters to me. I paused in the Weave long enough to gather what I needed to create a new telkiira and then I left, knowing that you waited."
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Erion was waiting upstairs for Kansas, his silver eyes cloudy. "Oh, 'lokiamin, I think my t-shirt is stuck." Erion looked so abject that Kansas rushed over to kiss him tenderly.
"I'm sure it's not stuck, isilmeamin, really. There's enough ointment and plastic film." Kansas guided Erion to the bed, and carefully peeled up his t-shirt. The plastic film on his back was a little bloody, but Erion's t-shirt was not stuck at all. Kansas realized that it had been the film tugging on the skin that had bothered the elf. "Masa put a lot of ointment on, but it always bleeds a bit, baby. I'm going to wash your back off, and then put more ointment on, okay?"
Erion looked up and nodded, his face absolutely crestfallen. "I knew it would hurt, but I'm not sure I can even reverie."
"Shh, baby, it's okay." Kansas helped Erion peel off his tight jeans and little boxers. "Lay down on your stomach and let me clean you up a bit."
Kansas carefully peeled the plastic film away as gently as he could. A couple of scabs pulled away, and Erion twitched a little, but the young elf held very still and Kansas pressed a kiss to the unmarked skin of his shoulder. Kansas wiped away the old ointment and the dried blood, shivering a little when he saw some blood welling up from the scabbed areas that had pulled away. Kansas dabbed gently at the fresh blood until it stopped, and then he patted Erion's back dry with clean gauze. The water had eased some of the pulling and tightness, and Erion sighed a little in relief.
"That feels better already, 'lokiamin." Erion turned his head to smile up at Kansas, and Kansas smiled back, his face beautiful as he looked at the drawing on Erion's tanned skin.
"This is going to be gorgeous, isilmeamin," Kansas told his elf. Kansas used a clean gauze pad to apply a thin layer of ointment to Erion's back. "This is ointment, and it will help protect the skin where it's broken, and let the tattoo heal without any infections, plus it keeps it from getting too tight. How does it feel?"
Erion moaned a little, but it was a moan of pleasure rather than pain. "A lot better, love. I knew it was going to hurt, and I don't mind that so much, but we're not going to be able to fuck, are we?"
Erion sounded so mournful, and Kansas flopped on the bed next to him and kissed him very tenderly. "Well, not for a couple of days at least, and even then we'd have to be very careful. Your back needs to heal slowly. But we can still snuggle a bit. You can lay on your side and maybe cuddle up to my back?"
"The no sex part is going to be hard," Erion admitted with a rueful little smile.
Kansas stroked Erion's cheek. "I know, but it will be worth it."
Erion reached out and tugged at Kansas's pants. "Let me see Migime and Hidarime?"
Kansas peeled off his jeans, wriggling his hips a bit, and then he discarded his tight boxers. Erion ran slim fingers over Kansas's gorgeous tattoos, his eyes thoughtful.
"Will Nim'Cath look like this? Like he's looking back at you?" Erion asked.
"I think so," Kansas replied. He stroked Erion's silver and blue hair, the elf still thoughtful.
"Kansas? Did you feel almost like you were having sex when you got your tattoos?" Erion looked into Kansas's beautiful stormy eyes. "I felt like I was fucking and getting fucked. I really thought I was going to cum all over the chair."
Kansas smiled and kissed Erion's plump lips gently. "I did," he admitted. "It was fucking incredible." He kissed Erion again. "You were perfect tonight. You were so still and brave in the chair, and you looked so fucking hot."
Erion sighed a little. "I think I want to try and get some reverie."
Kansas arranged the pillows, making a comfortable nest for Erion so he could rest on his side without rolling over onto his back. Erion waited until Kansas had settled down next to him, and he slipped one arm around Kansas's waist, his cheek against the back of Kansas's shoulder. It took a while, but Erion finally slipped into reverie, Kansas's warmth and steady breathing comforting him.
Erion came out of reverie just before dawn, and managed to climb out of bed, stiff and sore. Kansas was already on the balcony, the sky beginning to brighten in the east, and Erion took up his usual poistion behind Kansas, wrapping his arms around Kansas's back. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he pressed it against Kansas's ass with a small sigh. Erion let one slim hand trail down Kansas's belly until it brushed Kansas's thick cock. As the sun began to lift over the horizon, the first rays painting Kansas with light, Erion wrapped his fingers around Kansas's cock and stroked lightly. Kansas raised his arms, offering his prayers, and Erion murmured his own in elven, feeling an odd tingle as the sun reached him as well.
Once the sun was fully risen, Kansas turned and kissed Erion, lifting the elf's fingers away from his cock. Erion nibbled Kansas's lips a little, his own cock bumping Kansas's hip. Kansas smiled a little at the look of pleading on Erion's face. "Come inside, isilmeamin. It's cold today."
Erion followed Kansas inside, and Kansas turned around and kissed Erion again, a much more lingering kiss this time. "We can touch, baby, if that helps, like we did before, when we first met." Erion's happy yelp was the perfect reward.
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Vale slid his slim fingers into Yuji's hair and tugged him in for a kiss, moaning a little as Yuji's cock rubbed against his thigh. "We don't have a word for jade, because that beautiful stone doesn't occur on my world. But if you want, you can call me calenanor, green sun, and I'll know the game is ended. As far as punishments, I accept a limit of seven strokes of the cane, and I also accept your additional punishment for serious mistakes."
Vale's eyes were bright with love as he looked at Yuji. "I will always be prepared for you unless you tell me otherwise, and yes, it's his lube trick. I think the teasing sounds like a good challenge for me. I'm sure I can manage to refrain from touching myself, but you might be a little harder to resist." Vale grinned happily. "But that's the fun part for both of us. As far as calling you something else, I don't know. How do you feel about it? You are always Yuji to me, and that doesn't change when I'm Akira, but if you're uncomfortable with it, I'd be happy to use a special name for you."
Vale pressed his own hard cock a little more firmly into Yuji's hip. "Satoshi said I can initiate a game by kneeling with my collar on, just inside the door to our room. Am I permitted to put out a few things as well, like my restraints or the cat if I want to play with them? That's not so much a contract point as just for my own understanding. Oh, and on that line of thought, I think maybe I need to keep our games just between us for a little while, until I'm comfortable with my role. But I don't think it will take me long, and I promise to tell you as soon as I feel ready to include our spouses. In fact, it might be fun to go clubbing as Akira once I'm ready to include more than just us. I promise, all the other dominants will be very jealous of your obedient and very wanton sub."
Vale's fingers teased Yuji's ears gently. "In fact, it's probably a good thing that I prepared myself while I was in the bathroom, just in case." His green eyes were dark with desire. "Not Satoshi's trick, but I am ready."
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Vale smiled at Yuji, his love shining in his green eyes. "Satoshi was wonderful, and I'm so glad you told me to talk to him. There were some things that he cleared up for me, and I know now that I am ready to be your submissive on a permanent basis."
Vale snuggled in closer to Yuji, utterly content. "The most important thing, I think, is something Satoshi mentioned. When we're out in public, we need a trigger that lets me know that the game is on, something that's discreet enough so that no one else notices, but that will let me know at once. Satoshi suggested that you touch my collar and say my name, and those two things combined will let me know that I am to immediately become Akira. If that works for you, then I agree to add that to our contract."
Vale snuck a soft kiss in, stroking Yuji's cheek gently. "We've already agreed that my punishment is to be struck with a tawse when I break a rule or don't obey properly or quickly enough. I'd like to set a maximum of fifteen strokes. If my transgression is very serious, then I agree that my punishment is to be caned. Aside from those two implements, all other spanking are play, and not punishment."
Vale looked Yuji straight in the eyes, loving the warmth in those perfect dark eyes. "The last thing I wanted to include is that you can tell me when you want me to be prepared for you. I can't ask when you'll take me, or where, but I must be prepared to be taken at any time after you've given me that command. If I'm not, I must accept the punishment you decide is appropriate." Vale was blushing slightly, but his smile was beautiful. "I was going to offer to be prepared at all times, but Satoshi said that sometimes you like to prepare me, and he suggested this as a good compromise."
"So, that's what I wanted to include in our contract, if you agree, and I'm ready to hear what you want from me." Vale waited with great joy and anticipation to hear what would please Yuji.
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Sora looked over at Hawk, who seemed a bit restless. She had asked Willow earlier if there was any place nearby where she could buy suitable clothing, and Willow told her about a clothing shop that had casual wear for both men and women. Hawk was sure to draw enough attention without his elven clothing, and Sora found that she missed the clothing she had worn for so long here in Japan.
"Hawk?" Sora had to smile as he looked up eagerly. "I was wondering if you might want to take a walk."
Hawk all but bounded off the couch. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Shall we walk in the garden?"
Sora did laugh. "I thought we might be a bit more ambitious. There's a small shop down the road where we can get some proper clothing. It's not that far, and it's really a lovely day for a walk."
"That is a perfect idea," Sand said, looking up from a scroll he was perusing. He stood, graceful and somehow still elegant in a t-shirt and tight jeans, and went to the entryway, fishing his billfold out of his jacket. He handed the entire thing to Sora. "There should be enough yen there, I think."
Sora tried to wave him off. "That's not necessary, really. I do have money of my own."
"Of course, but you have not had a chance to exchange it for yen yet. And my money is Hawk's, after all, since he is my brother." Sand smiled at Sora. "It is the least I could do for you, since you have come all the way here to look after my utinualta."
Sora relented, but only because she really had not had a chance to obtain yen. She promised herself that she would pay Sand back for anything she spent on herself, at least. She slipped on a coat that Willow had loaned her, and Hawk pulled on one of Sand's jackets, although it was a bit tight at the shoulders.
Hawk offered his arm to Sora as they walked through the estate to the gate. She took it with a shy little smile, her cheeks faintly pink and Hawk felt an odd tingle run up his spine. It felt right to be walking with Sora like this, though, and he could not keep a smile from his face. Once they left the estate, though, she released his arm, walking next to him without touching him.
The shop was small, as Willow had said, but it did have quite a nice selection of casual wear. Sora chatted with the shopkeeper, her Japanese utterly fluid, and Hawk watched her with a mixture of pride and amazement. The pampered daughter of House Sathoness would have had the tailor come to her, but this Sora, this competent and strong woman, was both gracious and efficient. The shopkeeper brought over a selection of slacks for Sora, and some lovely silky blouses that would flatter her delicate skin and her beautiful eyes. They chatted and laughed as Sora made her selections, and added some undergarments and a coat to her pile.
Then it was Hawk's turn, and Sora turned to him, speaking English. "What were you thinking of? Jeans and t-shirts like Vale, or perhaps pants like Satoshi wears?"
Hawk looked slightly taken aback, but recovered quickly. "I do like the jeans and t-shirts, and perhaps some of the shirts like Sand wears, with the collars?"
Sora nodded, and turned back to the shopkeeper. There was a good sized pile in front of Hawk in no time at all, and he selected some jeans and several solid colored t-shirts. He was slightly more flamboyant in selecting shirts, though, and chose a beautiful plaid shirt as well as some striped shirts and a lovely chambray shirt that complimented his eyes perfectly. Sora added another shirt or two, brighter colors that would suit him, and she also added boxers and socks, giggling a little with the shopkeeper. Hawk did flush a little when Sora chose the boxers, but she shot him a sidelong glance that made him wonder if he might not have a chance after all.
The shopping had been a little more tiring than Hawk expected, and Sora looked at him as they left the shop. "Do you feel like eating something? There's a ramen shop over there, and we can sit for a while."
"Ramen?" Hawk asked, puzzled.
Sora's laugh was so adorable that Hawk could not help but grin. "It's a soup with noodles and vegetables and sometimes meat or shrimp in it. It's very tasty, and because it's inexpensive, it's very popular as a quick meal here."
"Oh, well, then, I'd like to try it." Hawk let Sora lead him into the tiny shop, and she called out their order politely as she found them a table. Tea was brought over, and they both sipped gratefully as they waited for their ramen.
Hawk looked down at the chopsticks in front of him, and grinned a little ruefully. "I still haven't quite mastered these yet."
"Oh, you'll get the hang of them quickly." Sora deftly broke them apart, and set them on the chopstick rest for Hawk. "Think of them as extensions of your fingers."
Hawk picked up the chopsticks and tried settling them into position. Sora reached over to adjust them, and Hawk bent his head at the same time, and their foreheads touched sweetly for a moment. Sora moved back fairly quickly, for propriety's sake, but her cheeks were sweetly pink again. For his part, Hawk was sure his cheeks were flushed as well, but the feel of those cool small fingers was just intoxicating.
The ramen arrived, and Hawk started to eat, getting progressively more assured as he managed to get some noodles to his mouth. He tried very hard not to make a mess, and reached up to tuck a braid behind one graceful ear. Sora's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at his ear and shook her head a little, hoping Hawk would take the hint. Fortunately, no one else was eating at the moment, and the cook and server were talking quietly in the front, so Sora reached over and pulled Hawk's hair over his ear.
"Oh!" Hawk said softly, startled. "Did I do something improper?"
"Your ears," Sora murmured very quietly. "We don't have elves in Japan."
Hawk blushed even more, and dipped into his ramen to cover his embarrassment. He ate in silence for a few minutes, until Sora spoke up.
"Hawk, it's alright." Sora's voice was very gentle. "It was hard for me at first, too. I didn't know anything, not the language or the customs, nothing. I wasn't trying to make you feel awkward, but I don't know what Sand or Vale or Erion have said if anyone saw their ears."
"True, and I never did ask my little brother." Hawk looked up at Sora, his blue grey eyes solemn. "How did you manage, all alone?"
Sora just smiled. "I managed. I met a man, and he brought me home to his family's estate. I was given a place to live and food, in exchange for working for them as a servant. I know that's hard to imagine, but I learned the language, and the customs, and I learned how to work hard."
Hawk shook his head slightly. "You're an amazing woman, Sora, do you know that?"
"Amazing? I thought I was too young," Sora replied, but there was no anger of bitterness in her voice. "The truth is, I was too young then."
"And I was too blind." Hawk smiled a little. "I think maybe I'm wiser now, and not quite as blind."
Sora colored even more, but her smile made Hawk think that maybe she was not entirely displeased. They finished their ramen in silence, and Sora paid as Hawk gathered their parcels.
"Can you manage all that?" Sora asked, concerned.
"I can manage," Hawk replied. "I promise I'll let you know if it becomes too much."
Hawk walked beside Sora back to the estate, reveling in the thought that perhaps she might not think of him as just some fickle rogue, flitting from bed to bed. In truth, it had never filled the void, all the endless pursuit of partners for a night or two. That emptiness had a shape, and a scent, and a sweet giggle, and wore a glass lotus in her hair.
Vale and Satoshi did make it down to dinner, and the wonderful air of love and confidence that surrounded them both made for an enjoyable evening. Hawk and Sora talked quietly through dinner, and although they tried to be discreet, their furtive touches did not go unnoticed. Sand was delighted for both their sakes, since Hawk looked happier than he had in a long time, and Sora seemed quite pleased by his attention. Sand was quite surprised by how tentative Hawk was, though. He was used to his brother being much more bold, and Sand could only speculate that his interest in Sora was far too serious for Hawk to behave in his usual cavalier manner.
Sand and Satoshi did the dishes after dinner, Satoshi's glow of happiness making Sand feel especially delighted, and they managed to bump into each other and rub hips and shoulders almost non-stop as they cleaned up. Aika had reclaimed Hawk as her chosen patient, and Ryuu watched her carefully and offered suggestions on proper ways to kiss away the owies, much to Sora's amusement. Willow fed Hikaru, whose green eyes were half closed in sleepy satisfaction, and Vale curled up next to Yuji on the couch, radiating a peacefulness that made Yuji feel calmer himself. Even when Vale murmured quietly that he wanted to talk later, his slim fingers straying to the emerald circle at his throat, Yuji did not feel any distress from his elf, only a sweet joy.
It was quite late, and the children were already in bed, when Kansas and Erion returned, laden with twice as many parcels as Hawk and Sora had brought home. Erion was slightly pouty, twitching at the slightest touch of anything against him, and Kansas hovered over the young elf protectively, taking his parcels and easing his jacket off.
"Itai," Erion whined, and Kansas kissed his forehead sweetly.
"I know, isilmeamin. Go upstairs, and I'll be right up to put something on that will help." Kansas hurried in to the kitchen to find some of the gauze pads that Willow kept in her first aid kit.
"What in the Nine Hells did the pair of you get up to?" Sand asked, his tone mild. "Do you need a healing potion?"
"Erion started his tattoo," Kansas explained. "Thanks for the offer, but it needs to heal the old-fashioned way. I have some ointment that will help, and I'll take good care of him."
Satoshi laid a gentle hand on Sand's arm. "Kansas went through this with his own tattoos."
"Ah." Sand smiled slightly, understanding what Satoshi meant quite clearly. He had seen Kansas's dragons unveiled in his world, and he made the correct assumption that Erion was getting a similar tattoo, one that would live in that magical world where Tatsuya was a god. "I know you will care for Erion properly, melamin."
Kansas flashed Sand a beautiful smile, his love for Erion shining in his eyes, and he ran lightly up the stairs to his elf.
Vale finished brushing his teeth and sauntered into the bedroom, where Yuji was already waiting in the bed.
"You wanted to talk?" Yuji asked.
Vale nodded. "I spoke to Satoshi, like you suggested. I think I'm ready to talk about our contract now, if that's alright with you. If now isn't good, then let me know when." Vale looked completely peaceful and he radiated a calm love as he watched Yuji with his wide green eyes.
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Vale looked into Satoshi's gorgeous eyes, his own green eyes widening. "A living mythal? Fuck... and I understand. If it was Yuji, I wouldn't have given a shit about anyone else either."
Vale nibbled another kiss before adding, "I'm glad Eryn helped. She's a very powerful healer, but then again, she's had centuries to hone her skills. But you know, I've always thought you were pretty hot." Vale pulled Satoshi into his lap, kissing him again, sweet and loving, his long fingers trailing through Satoshi's hair. "I love you, mela en' coiamin. You made me welcome when I came here, and you opened your heart and home to me, and you understood, maybe more than I did, what was happening between Yuji and me. You'll always have a piece of my heart that's yours and yours alone."
Vale nuzzled Satoshi tenderly, holding him and nibbling kisses on his pierced lower lip. The kisses deepened slowly, becoming more and more heated, and Satoshi moaned a little as he felt Vale's hard cock pressing against him. Vale's hands slid under Satoshi's shirt, and Vale broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over Satoshi's head, his own shirt following. It was a little chilly on the balcony, and Satoshi wriggled out of Vale's lap and led the elf inside, a sweet smile lighting his face.
Vale helped Satoshi unroll the futon and arrange the covers and pillows, and then Vale was pulling Satoshi down onto the futon, kissing him with the same languid sweetness, his green eyes bright with love for his husband. Vale palmed Satoshi's hard cock through his cargoes, his tongue swiping over the piercings in Satoshi's lip, and Satoshi moaned a little as he reached around to cup Vale's firm ass, sliding his hands into the back pockets of Vale's jeans and pulling the elf closer against him.
Vale nibbled light kisses down Satoshi's throat and over his chest until he found a pierced nipple, his tongue flicking the ring a bit until he caught it between his teeth and tugged playfully, Satoshi's hand buried in his thick gold and green hair. Satoshi's other hand toyed with Vale's nipple rings, tugging and twisting until Satoshi had coaxed a wanton little moan from the elf.
Vale looked up, his green eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he said, his fingers busy with the waistband of Satoshi's cargoes. Satoshi moaned and lifted his hips, letting Vale tug his cargoes down. Vale pressed a kiss to Satoshi's cock as it strained against his tight little boxers, mewling as he breathed in the scent of Satoshi's arousal. Vale peeled the boxers down, discarding them as he ran his tongue from the base of Satoshi's cock up to the head, swiping his tongue stud across the cleft under the head. Vale slid his lips over the head of Satoshi's cock, savoring the taste of Satoshi's precum before sliding his mouth down until Satoshi's cock was bumping the back of his throat. Vale pulled back up, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks, his tongue flattened against the underside, and then he slid down again, still not taking Satoshi in fully, teasing just a little as he listened to Satoshi's happy whimpers.
Vale cupped one slim hand under Satoshi's sac, cradling his balls gently, and he pressed one finger firmly against the tender flesh under the sac, probing Satoshi's prostate from the outside as he continued his lazy sucking of Satoshi's cock. Vale's free hand dug in his pocket for his tube of lube, and he slicked his fingers and teased Satoshi's tight little pucker with one finger as his mouth slid down Satoshi's cock again. This time, Vale relaxed his throat and took Satoshi in to the root, his nose buried in the soft black hair of Satoshi's groin as one finger breached Satoshi's tight little ass, finding his prostate and stroking it. Satoshi moaned loudly, his hips bucking a bit, and Vale swallowed hard as he slid a second finger into Satoshi's ass, loosening the tight muscle as he hummed a little. Satoshi's hands were fisted in Vale's hair, and he tugged to draw Vale back up a bit, the elf sucking hard again and thrusting with his fingers at the same time.
"Oh, fuck, that's so good," Satoshi moaned.
Vale chuckled a little around Satoshi's cock, and swallowed him to the root again, swallowing hard and feeling Satoshi's balls tighten. His free hand crept up to grip Satoshi's hip, and vale swallowed again, pressing on Satoshi's prostate at the same time. Satoshi howled, his balls drawing up sharply, and Vale pulled back a bit, Satoshi's cum filling his mouth as he drank his husband down, saving the last mouthful. Vale withdrew his fingers and rose up over Satoshi, his lips finding Satoshi's lips, and Vale let the last mouthful of cum trickle from his mouth into Satoshi's tight little mouth, the imp moaning as he tasted himself while Vale plundered that sweet mouth.
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"I promise you, Satoshi, I'll never say a word to Yuji." Vale leaned in and kissed Satoshi, an undemanding kiss, just loving and tender. "Whatever happened, I don't need to know. But you've helped me more than you know, really. There was so much I really wasn't sure about, and I didn't want to make Yuji any crazier than I already did. But this trick sounds really interesting, and I'd appreciate your teaching me."
Vale pulled Satoshi into an embrace, just enjoying the feel of his husband in his arms. "You think drinking the Puff in Evereska gave it an extra kick?" Vale asked with a giggle. He nuzzled Satoshi's hair, breathing in deeply.
"I think the sexual submission is plenty for us. I can't see Yuji wanting the rest of it, and it's not really something I want, either." Vale sipped the whiskey and lit a cigarette. "But my head feels much clearer. And thank you for last night. I needed that time with Sand. I'm not asking you to tell me what happened. I know some of it, and I can guess the rest pretty accurately, being an archmage as well. I was mad as the hells at him for not taking me, and scared to near madness when I felt some of what he was doing in the Weave, the pool of magic we both tap into." Vale kissed Satoshi again, teasing his pierced lower lip with his tongue. "He loves you so much, and I'm so happy for you both. And for what it's worth, I don't know what else happened in Evereska, but you seem so much more relaxed and you look so very much at peace. You look more beautiful than ever, actually."
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BW grinned at the thought of a shower. "I think I'll claim a bathroom myself."
It was wonderful to peel off her leathers and stand under the hot water. Rae had thoughtfully stocked the bathroom with a lovely assortment of shampoos and conditioners, and wonderfully scented soaps, and BW was all but purring as she washed the grime of the battle in Sanctuary from her skin. It also gave her a chance to think. They had picked up a few new people, and certainly the fae, Jem, looked like she'd be a good addition. She was a healer, and she also had the scent of other magics about her, but nothing dark, which was comforting. Sanura certainly looked like she could handle herself, and that sword rifle of hers was a nice little toy.
The thought of facing multiple versions of Sues was a little unnerving, and although BW wasn't all that familiar with this 'verse, it remained to be seen how the local heroes would react to a group of outsiders hunting here on their turf. It wasn't as though their Author was going to be any help, either. This motley little band of 'verse-hopping Authors was on its own, most likely.
BW finished showering and grabbed a towel to dry off. She muttered a quick cantrip that one of her elven lovers had taught her, her hair drying perfectly, and she morphed her leathers into a fluffy robe. BW headed for the kitchen, not so much hungry as in the mood for a nice large, strong coffee. Rae had a very nice coffeemaker on one of the granite countertops, and BW found a bag of French roast coffee in the refrigerator. Humming happily to herself, BW set up the coffeemaker and brewed a nice large pot of strong coffee, and waited for the rest of the team to show up.
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Thank you! I'm glad it all worked, from the challenge to the claiming of the Chantry boy. That challenge actually did happen in one of my games, and it was a jaw-dropper!