"Hi!"
G'raha blinked rapidly as his gaze shot up at the sudden voice next to him. A boy was standing over him – and it wasn't that weird that he didn't hear him get near, buried in lecture as he was – sending him the silliest, goofiest grin he saw in his life.
"Hi…?" he hesitated, blinking again as the boy's grin only widened. He looked extremely young and almost fragile – a Seeker of the Sun, with ink-black hair and very pale, blue eyes that somehow brought in his head a thought of ice. To see a boy this young in Old Sharlayan wasn't really a common thing – city of students as it was – and he nearly automatically looked behind him, searching for his guardian. A distressed parent ready to swoop in and rescue the kit from talking to an outcast, more like… He almost sighed at the thought, but with effort kept on a carefully neutral expression as he turned his eyes again toward the boy and raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Can I help you…?" he asked carefully.
"Do you want to be friends?" the kit asked, moving to sit down on his knees next to him while his longish, fluffy back tail hilariously waved behind him with too-obvious enthusiasm. The boy rested his hands on his thighs and leaned toward him still with that ridiculously goofy grin, seemingly waiting for an answer while G'raha blinked slowly, slightly tilting his head. Finally, figuring that it must be some kind of a joke – he again looked behind the kit, half-expecting to see a group of students nearby, who put him up to this… or something. "Do you?" the kit repeated, poking his knee to draw his attention back to himself.
"I…" he hesitated, frowning, then sighed and closed the book in his lap, careful to not disturb the cat sleeping between his crossed legs. Leaning back against the tree – this corner of Tranquility he somewhat considered his as whenever the weather allowed, he picked this spot to read – he narrowed his mismatched, red and cyan, eyes at the kit and looked him over with uncertainty. Finally, almost curious about where this… game was supposed to lead, he decided to play along. For a bit, at least. "…aren't I a bit too old to be your friend?" he smirked.
"I'm sixteen!" the boy gasped, his grin swiftly taken over by an offended expression. To be as quickly smoothed down to another cheery grin. "You can't be that much older," he stated with certainty as his pale eyes drifted over G'raha's face and something… strange flashed in their ice-like irises. Something almost like…
G'raha frowned, chasing the ridiculous thought away and looking the kit over again. He definitely didn't look sixteen – but if he didn't hit puberty yet, it wasn't that strange. The males of their race tended to change quite drastically once the hormones hit. Himself eighteen now, he went through that process two years before, and as unpleasant as it was to in mere few weeks grow and fill out at a rapid speed, and at a more careful look, he could see the beginnings of changes in the boy. Or at least he thought so, far from being a specialist in the area – isolated as he was from his peers.
"So…?" the boy drawled with amusement, leaning toward him harder, his pale eyes completely focused on G'raha's face… and that strange hunger in their depths. He blinked with surprise, biting his lip with uncertainty – and struggled to keep the shock out of his face when the kit's eyes instantly fell to his mouth and his hands fisted in his lap while his tail waved with agitation. If he didn't know better… he could swear the boy seemed almost like he barely stopped himself from pouncing at him… but that couldn't be right…? "Oh, Azeyma… but you're pretty," the boy gushed… and G'raha involuntarily gasped, flushing darkly and instinctively leaning away from the kit. "Sorry!" the boy flustered, with his own fiery blush – so visible on his pale skin – as he dropped his gaze and sat back on his heels. "I didn't… Don't want to make you… uncomfortable," he looked up with uncertainty then instantly dropped his eyes again and scowled, picking at the material of his pants… then sighed deeply and looked up with an earnest smile. "But I really would like… if you want to be friends. I really, really like your eyes," he flushed even darker, but fearlessly held his stunned gaze. "They make you look… unique, like me," he grinned triumphantly, leaning toward him again. "So… friends?"
Blinking rapidly – unsure what to think about that statement much less about the whole strange… situation – G'raha frowned, then sighed and narrowed his eyes at the boy.
"Listen…" he hesitated, rising his eyebrows expectantly.
"T'senri Tia," the kit offered, then cleared his throat and his tail waved with very, very obvious enthusiasm. "But you can call me 'Senri' if you like," he added with an adorable, shy smile… then hesitated and something… strange flashed in his pale irises before he dropped them bashfully.
Growing even more… unnerved by the boy's strange behavior, G'raha sighed, rising his hand and rubbing his chin before looking the kit over again.
"Listen, T'senri…" he accented slightly, telling himself that he didn't care about the hint of disappointment in ice-blue irises when the boy looked up at him. Or about the way his tail stilled and sagged behind him almost… sadly. He had enough… issues without weird boys pestering him – even if it wasn't some strange… elaborate joke. "I don't mean to be rude…" he sighed, rubbing his hand over Azem's fur – the cat he half-raised lifted his head and looked up at the intruder with a very wide yawn, then settled purring loudly under G'raha's hand. "…but you really don't want to be friends with me," he admitted with another sigh. "I don't know what are you doing here, since you're too young to be a student, but…"
"We arrived yesterday," the kit supplied eagerly, some hint of enthusiasm back in his expression. "Me and my mom," he added at G'raha's surprised look. "She's busy unpacking so she told me to go out and try to make friends," the boy blushed at that again adorably, then dropped his gaze and went back to picking at his pants again. "But everyone here looks… much older than I'm used to," he sighed with almost comical resignation and when he looked up again he was definitely pouting. Just… so cute! G'raha barely stopped his lips from twitching. "And I don't really… like it here. I still don't understand why did we have to leave the camp," his youthful face scrunched up in another pout. "All my friends and sisters were there… and the travel here was so… lonely," he sighed deeply then frowned and looked around before focusing his attention on the older Seeker again. "But Ares said we had to… so mom took me here," he finished with a shrug.
"…who?" he asked involuntarily.
"My best friend," the boy instantly grinned, leaning toward him. "Normally I'm not allowed to talk about him, but he says it's okay with you," he said with another eager wave of his tail. "Because you're unique… like me," he added and that strange… hunger flashed in his pale eyes again. "So… will you be my friend, G'raha?" he asked, moving slightly closer and leaning harder toward him.
He blinked, simply… staring numbly at the boy.
"How…?" he hesitated, tilting his head. "How do you know my name?" he frowned, quite sure he didn't tell him that – and now almost sure that someone had to put this strange kit up to this.
"Ares told me," a tiny grin tilted T'senri's lips as he moved even closer and reached out his hand carefully toward G'raha's lap. Thinking the boy meant to pet the cat in his lap, he didn't react – expecting Azem to hiss at the stranger – and almost jumped out of his skin when instead kit wrapped his hand around his thigh, rising on his knees and leaning toward him… to soon stun him even more as he pressed his nose against G'raha's throat and took a deep breath. "G-gods…"
"…what do you think you're doing?" he scowled, resting his hand against the boy's shoulder and pushing him back unceremoniously.
"Sorry!" the boy fell back without resistance, then blushed darkly and scrambled to his feet, backing away from him and folding his hands behind his back. "I… I…" he stammered, then turned around and sprinted away, soon disappearing from view.
G'raha scowled, looking after him with pure confusion as his tail tapped against the ground with agitation. Finally, he sighed and shook his head, deciding that whatever this was really about… that kit was definitely strange – and as probably he wouldn't see him again, he went back to his lecture, chasing away the weird, nagging feeling that slithered up his spine.
T'senri fell back into his nest with a gasp, then folded his arms behind his head and bit his lower lip with uncertainty, closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he muttered with a fiery blush. "I think… I spooked him."
Well, you definitely weren't very subtle, Ares hummed with obvious amusement, then sighed. Listen, Senri… You just have to wait for a few weeks, okay? Once you're bigger, I'm sure he'll be much more… accommodating.
T'senri downright pouted, opening his eyes and glaring daggers at the ceiling of his new bedroom. He was definitely not a patient type of a person – especially when he wanted something… And he wanted that boy something beyond fierce.
He wasn't sure at first when Ares directed his steps toward that shaded corner of the park – promising him a very special reward if he listens. Then he saw the redheaded Seeker buried in lecture with a cat sleeping in his lap… And even before he saw his beautiful, mismatched eyes he was instantly, painfully smitten.
And when his immortal best friend chuckled in the back of his head and said that this boy was meant to be his… it was sooo hard not to pounce at him instantly.
Azeyma, but G'raha was so unbearably beautiful, and the way he smelled… He groaned deeply, rolling over to his stomach, and pulled one of the pillows over his head.
Patience, my boy, Ares chortled at his expanse and T'senri muttered a string of profanities into his blankets.
By the time he saw the strange kit again, he almost forgot about the peculiar meeting – his attention spilt between his studies and refusing less-than-savory offers that were a norm since a year ago when his reputation around the city went to hell.
If you could even call him a kit, anymore… as the change that took place in mere few weeks was simply staggering.
Leaving Noumenon with a stack of books in his arms and intending to head to his usual spot, G'raha was busy considering the suggestion of some Students that he should try to earn Archon's marks – which would allow him access to a wider choice out of the city's library – when in his distraction and blinded by his books, he crushed into a wall.
Or so he thought until the said wall to his surprise wrapped its hands around his shoulders to stop him from falling on his ass… and his jaw simply dropped when he looked up and his wide-open eyes met amused ice-blue irises.
"Careful there, G'raha," the… boy?... grinned at him and only that truly… goofy grin had him remember that strange kit and his weird behavior. Blinking rapidly at the sheer… change in the boy's physiology, he barely collected his jaw and swallowed audibly, trying not to gape… too hard.
"…T'senri?" he had to ask, fixing his grip around the books between them – barely noticing that the other Seeker was not letting go of him – simply too stunned.
Earlier looking small and fragile, the change in the kit was unbelievable. Now, a head taller than him… not to mention unbearably beautiful as his features lost the earlier baby-roundness and grew handsome if a bit sharp. Not to mention added charm of the thick veil of jet-black lashes surrounding his pale irises and almost too-pretty lines of his lips. And as Seekers' males tended to be athletic past puberty, T'senri looked more muscular which was accented by the sleeveless black vest he was wearing.
"You remember me," the teen grinned at him triumphantly and his hands tightened slightly on his skin. "It is… nice to see you again," his voice now quite… deeper somehow sent a slight shiver down G'raha's back and made his tail flick with uncertainty – torn between agitation and… enthusiasm.
"You… too," he cleared his throat, blinking when the younger Seeker at that grinned even wider – instantly beyond enthusiastic. "You, ah… changed," he said, stupidly stating the obvious – but couldn't regret that as the ice-blue irises lit up with amusement… and something much, much hotter.
"Mhmm," T'senri's grin grew slightly crooked, then he finally let go of him and took a step back, holding his stare as he spread out his arms to his sides. "Do you… like?" a pretty blush spilled on his pale skin… but when G'raha flushed darkly and swallowed thickly, dropping his gaze – the teen chortled and let his arms fall to his sides. "I was avoiding you," he said quietly and when older Seeker's gaze shot up with surprise, T'senri smiled more than a bit sheepishly.
"W-Why…?" he stammered nervously, hating his stupid blush – that only went darker when pale irises almost… hungrily trailed over his face.
"Because after the last time…" the teen shrugged slightly, then carefully picked the books out of his hands and set them down on the ground by their feet. Uncertain, G'raha let his arms fall to his sides numbly, caught in the snare of pale eyes devouring his features. "…I decided I don't want to be friends, G'raha…" T'senri's almost too-pretty lips tilted in a smirk as he slowly stepped forward, backing him into the wall of the building behind him. When his back hit against it, he swallowed audibly, licking his lips nervously when the younger Seeker braced one hand by his shoulder and raised the other to carefully wrap it around the back of his neck as he leaned in and his breath fanned G'raha's mouth. "…but I knew you won't be interested until I… get bigger," he chuckled as his eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly and his nostrils flare delicately. "Your scent is absolutely mouth-watering, you know?" he purred and gods… but that had him instantly, painfully… aroused.
G'raha blinked rapidly, with uncertainty raising his hands against the taller Seeker's chest – completely unsure what he wanted to do… He was never before… interested in another male and the sight of students passing behind T'senri's back had him blushing furiously…
"Like mixed spices… so tasty," the teen purred again, his pale irises so unbearably… hungry when he leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss on the corner of G'raha's mouth, sending his heart to pound deafeningly.
"T-T'senri…" he gasped, involuntarily fisting his fingers in the younger Seeker's vest as his divine scent filled his head. Somewhat reminding him of fresh apples… and swollen with the tantalizing tang of arousal as the teen's hand tightened around his neck.
"Azeyma, you're really sooo pretty," the other boy whispered softly dragging the tip of his nose over G'raha's cheek as he sighed dreamily. "I am so lucky…"
"Huh…?" he couldn't collect his scattered wits, his head so unbearably full of that mouth-watering scent.
"…nevermind," T'senri chuckled – more than out of breath – as he pressed closed, caging him against the wall as the hand braced on it – somehow without the older Seeker noticing – moved down to settle on his lower back, right above the base of his tail. He could merely gasp with surprise when it pulled, forcing him against the hot, hard wall of muscles as the teen purred insistently when dragging his rough tongue over G'raha's throat. "…you taste even better…" he growled softly, setting the fine hair across his body to stand up at attention.
"T'senri… this is n-not a good idea…" he closed his eyes tightly, almost choking on a whine when the younger Seeker let that hand drop slightly and shamelessly coil around the base of his tail, sending a jolt of lightning along his nerves. Gasping for air desperately, he didn't even notice that his hands grew a mind of their own, smoothing to the other boy's back and fisted in his vest there, pulling him closer. Feeling a telltale hard flesh pressing against his stomach should be unnerving – he thought – yet instead, he barely stopped himself from rubbing against it…
"It's okay….G'raha," the teen cooed, nuzzling against his shoulder as he slowly, meaningfully, petted his tail – tearing a string of breathless whimpers from his throat. He knew it tended to be sensitive… yet none of his few, previous lovers would touch him like that… and gods, but the way it felt… Struggling to catch his breath, he didn't even think to resist when T'senri hummed with approval, then lifted his head and kissed him. Uncertain at first… yet he quickly blew his mind utterly, his eagerness and insistent purrs setting G'raha's whole body simply ablaze. And the taste that filled his mouth with every shaky, uncertain stroke of the younger Seeker's tongue – so quickly growing more confident and mind-blowingly… aggressive – had him whine under his mouth, climbing his toes to press against him harder, losing his mind. One of his hands shot up to tangle in the ink-black hair, pulling his head to the side for easier access as their tongues tangled. The soft growl-purrs that shot down his throat had him choke on his own embarrassingly needy mewls of arousal.
Drowning in his taste and surrounded by the heady scent, he didn't register when someone behind T'senri's back coughed meaningfully – not until the younger Seeker broke the kiss with a clearly aggravated hiss, turning his head away and looking toward the sound.
"Get lost," he snapped at whomever it was while G'raha fought to catch his breath, involuntarily dropping his forehead against the other Seeker's chest, trying to collect his thoughts.
"It is not a place for such… activities," someone snapped back but G'raha couldn't find it in himself to look – flushing darkly with mortification… and annoyance at the disruption.
"I said… fuck off," his companion growled defiantly, and G'raha blinked at the strangely… mesmerizing note in his deep voice. Then again when apparently that person walked off without another word, judging by the sound of steps. "Sorry…" T'senri chuckled sheepishly, then dropped his head against his shoulder, soon nuzzling against it delicately as he slowly pinned him against the wall. "…I don't want you to think… bad about me," he sighed softly, leaning against him as his hands slowly trailed down his sides and curled around his ass, tearing a helpless groan from his throat when the younger Seeker nipped on his throat while at the same time rutting slowly against his stomach. "But you taste so good…" he purred, rubbing his hands over his ass. "…and my self-control is really… crap," he chuckled sheepishly.
"T'senri…" he gasped, helplessly clawing at his back with one hand as the other involuntarily curled around the back of the younger Seeker's neck. Dropping the back of his head back against the wall with his eye shut tight, he couldn't help but whimper when the teen trailed small, sharp bites up his throat, purring loudly and insistently.
"Don't worry, my… G'raha, no one else will disturb us," T'senri growled softly, nipping on his lower lip delicately. "I should have cast the shield earlier… but I fixed it now," his next chuckle was mischievous.
"Huh?" he muttered, then gasped when T'senri chuckled fondly, then took his mouth again, seemingly determined to rob him of his mind… and more than doing that, as soon he could only mewl under his lips with painful arousal when the insistent movement over his ass had his aching, clothed erection rub in the most pleasant way against the hard body in front of him.
Soon feeling like he was eaten alive, he couldn't help how his hand on the younger Seeker's back trailed down to curl around his ass, digging its fingers into the tight muscles and without conscious thought pulling him closer. His other hand moved up again, sinking in almost too soft hair and holding for dear life as his head filled with static. His mouth so full of that addictive flavor, his lungs filling with intoxicating scent on every shaky, shared breath and the marvelous friction on his painfully aroused flesh as his blood seemed to turn to lava – so soon he had to fight his body not to embarrass himself, whimpering his need instinctively under devouring kiss.
"Oh, Azeyma…" T'senri groaned, breaking the kiss and panting harshly against his mouth. When G'raha's eyes drifted open, dazed by the overload of sensations, younger Seeker's pale irises burned with lust, holding his gaze captive. "…you're so perfect I could eat you alive… Please… be mine?" he purred, raising his arms to coil them around G'raha possessively, pulling him so tight against his incredibly hot body as he rained delicate kisses over his face. "Please, please, please?"
"I…" he swallowed thickly, trying to focus. "I don't… know you. And I never before… was with another m-male..." he flushed furiously, groaning quietly as T'senri evidently took that for a challenge, dropping one hand against his ass again and pointedly pulling him closer, smirking as his rock-hard cock contrasted his words.
"Your body wants to be mine," the teen grinned triumphantly, wiggling his dark eyebrows playfully at his dark blush. "Come on…" he whined like a spoiled kit, then trailed a scorching line of sharp bites down his throat, rutting against him and purring near-deafeningly. "…be mine? Please…" he almost literally passed out when T'senri unceremoniously moved his other hand off his back to shove it between them and behind the waistband of G'raha's pants, wrapping his big hand around his cock and sending his senses reeling as he arched against the wall with a choked whine. Thinking he really should protest and shove the boy away… in a moment he will do that, for sure… he helplessly rutted against his grip, moaning weakly at the wonderfully tight heat around his painful flesh. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure…" the teen murmured suddenly with a positively evil snigger, then before G'raha could comprehend what happened, T'senri pulled his hand back – and as he fought to catch his breath – the younger Seeker shamelessly fell to his knees in front of him and roughly tugged the waistband of his pants off his hips.
"Wha…" he gasped, mindlessly bending and resting his hands on the teen's shoulders – telling himself he was going to push him away. Right now…!
"I'll show you I can please you," T'senri grinned at him crookedly, then blew his mind utterly, without any preamble swallowing his cock. All air rushing out of his lungs, G'raha whimpered as his hands shoot to fist in ink-black hair brutally. Falling back against the wall and losing his fucking mind at the new sensation, he couldn't help but mewl weakly, involuntarily rolling his hips and whining desperately when that wet, insanely hot flesh around his cock vibrated with deep, maddening purrs. While that vibration set his whole body aflame, he couldn't help but repeat that movement, tightening his shaky fingers in the soft hair… swearing between breathy whimpers as those maddening purrs gradually grew more intense. Big, hot hands smoothed over his thighs, silently soothing and inviting his next shaky thrust. And the next, and next, and another… Choking on his gasps and whimpers, soon he lost all thoughts of pushing that marvelous heat away, not understanding why would he even consider doing something so stupid… Numbly letting his head drop, he grew dizzy and utterly mesmerized by the sight of his dick sliding in and out of those almost too-pretty lips, gasping and unaware of his increasingly loud mewls and whimpers as the pressure at the base of his spine grew unbearable. So dazed, he didn't notice T'senri's hand moving around his hip… but the sudden pull on his tail tore a breathless shout out of his throat and he came so hard his sight went out for a moment.
He sagged back against the wall, mewling his bliss as rough tongue cleaned his flesh eagerly, and barely whined softly when T'senri jumped to his feet, pinned him against it again, and took his mouth in another mind-shattering kiss, purring against his lips insistently. Tasting himself on his tongue, mixed with his intoxicating flavor… he couldn't help but return the kiss, purring his submission as his arms wrapped around the teen's shoulders without conscious thought.
Running out of breath, they broke apart, both panting harshly. Blushing furiously as he felt the younger Seeker pull his pants back in place, he buried his flaming face against his shoulder, almost melting when T'senri wrapped his arms around him securely and nuzzled against his throat affectionately.
"Why…" he choked, then self-consciously cleared his throat, hearing how hoarse he sounded. "Why… are you so… Why… me?" he stammered as his heart pounded unevenly.
"Simple. You're meant to be mine," the teen snickered softly, tightening his arms around him possessively.
"Huh?" he hummed with confusion, embarrassed about how… nice it felt – a tight embrace like this – and blushed darker, feeling a delicate nip at the sensitive shell of his ear that sent a shudder down his spine.
"Ares said so… and he's never wrong," the teen stated with confidence.
"Your… best friend?" he asked carefully, remembering his earlier mention of that person.
"Mhmm," T'senri chuckled, going back to nuzzle against his hair and ears with loud… very happy purrs. "But even if he didn't… you're so perfect and you smell sooo good," he sighed with obvious pleasure, and G'raha was quite sure his face is going to combust soon…! "Normally I hate how others smell, especially since Ares woke up," the teen chuckled sheepishly, tightening his arms around him harder. "He says it's because his presence made my senses sharper… and I get it, I do… and it's a small price to pay for him – but it actually feels nice to be able to hold someone without getting sick…"
Growing utterly confused by the strange words, G'raha pushed back, despite his still heated face looking up at the younger Seeker with uncertainty.
"He… woke up?" he repeated with confusion.
"Yeah, inside me," T'senri flashed a brilliant grin at him then placed a fond kiss on his cheek.
"Huh?" he frowned, dropping his arms to rest them against the teen's wide chest. "What, in the world, do you mean?"
"That…" he cut off and tilted his head slightly as if listening to something… then grinned even wider. "He says that if you promise not to freak out, he would love to meet you."
G'raha frowned, suddenly wondering if the teen was maybe… insane or something.
"Okay…?" he hummed, biting his lip with uncertainty.
"Please… don't freak out," T'senri said pleadingly, then took a deep breath… and G'raha's jaw dropped when his pupils dilated impossibly, growing round and the pale blue of his irises turned an unnaturally bright shade of sky. "Hey, G'raha," he chortled at his expression.
"Huh?" he couldn't help but simply gape with an open mouth. That couldn't be… normal?
T'senri's arms tightened around him again – as of to stop him from bolting – while the too-bright eyes trailed over his face.
"Remember, you promised not to freak out," the younger Seeker said softly… yet somehow, he sounded completely different. The voice was the same, but it missed the earlier cheer and playfulness. "My name is Ares, and it is lovely to meet you. Senri was adorably excited about you and I do hope you'll agree to be with him, boy… I can promise you he'll treat you right," he winked at him… and G'raha blinked slowly, utterly confused.
"T'senri…?" he murmured, staring numbly into those too-bright eyes.
"No," his companion chuckled. "Ares, like I said. It is a long story – better left for another day – but think about it as in two minds in one body, my boy… and while Senri is sixteen, I'm quite… a bit older than that," he said carefully, watching his expression. "He is a sweet boy… and he really, really hopes you can find it within you to accept his… uniqueness. I told him you would… and I do hope you won't make me a liar," he winked again, then his expression went slack for a second and his eyes changed back, turning feline and ice-blue. "So… we're good?" he asked with a tiny, shy smile.
"You have…" G'raha blinked slowly, trying to wrap his head around… that. "…another person living inside you?"
"Mhmm," the teen blushed as his gaze darted away from G'raha's face. "And he's great, really! Super smart and helpful! Even my mom really likes him… but I know it's not… normal. But he said…" he cut off, flushing even darker as his pale eyes flashed toward him and away again as he swallowed audibly and dropped his arms from around him then took a careful step back. G'raha almost shuddered, instantly missing his incredible heat as he dropped his arms to his sides, biting his lip with uncertainty. "Well… now I know that he wanted us to come here because… because you were h-here," he dropped his gaze to the ground between them and his beautiful face now rivaled the shade of the older Seeker's face. "And because… I'm w-wrong," his voice dropped into a whisper as he folded his hands together behind his back.
"…wrong?" he repeated hesitantly.
"Ah… b-because I don't like… girls," T'senri stammered nervously. "Not as I… should, I guess," his ice-blue eyes darted to his then away, quickly. "We used to live in a tribe," he added softly, maybe noticing his confusion. "And after Ares woke up, he convinced my mom that I wouldn't be… safe there," he said quietly, motioning toward himself briefly. "He said after puberty I'll look… like this," he cleared his throat slightly, self-consciously. "And that – there – it wouldn't be… good," he finished with a tiny, sad sigh, then finally look up shyly. "But when I met you… he said you wouldn't mind. That you're… that you're meant to be mine."
"I… am?" he asked slowly, leaning back against the wall and trying to collect his thoughts. All of this was simply… too overwhelming.
"Mhmm," the younger Seeker nodded eagerly, and his much longer now, ink-black tail waved with such obvious enthusiasm… it was quite adorable. "Because you're unique, like me."
"Because of my eyes?" he frowned, remembering his words from that day.
"Y-yeah…" his gaze darted away again, and he blushed again, twitching nervously. He didn't know him that well… but that looked like a lie. He frowned, folding his arms over his chest even as his face simply… burned with the thought – because, yeah, he didn't know him… and yet…! "So… can you at least think about it?" T'senri's quiet question had the thought cut off as his gaze was again snared by the pale blue of his irises.
"Huh?" he hummed, biting his lip with uncertainty as the younger Seeker slowly moved toward him again, then carefully braced his hands against the wall around his shoulders – not touching him, but close enough that his lovely scent seemingly surrounded him, quickly putting his blood to shimmer with heat.
"If you… want to be mine…?" T'senri purred, dropping his head until their foreheads met. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath… making G'raha flush darkly when his purrs grew louder, reminding him all too well of how they felt. "I swear… I'll adore you, G'raha… I already do… just… please?"
"I…" he swallowed thickly, then licked his lips nervously, unconsciously dropping his arms to his sides. "I… will think about it," he finally whispered hesitantly, closing his eyes and taking a deep, deep whiff of the intoxicating scent. He was never before interested in males… not to mention T'senri's age… but Twelve preserve, he was not a fucking saint!
"That's all I ask," the teen chuckled and a delicate, sweet kiss brushed G'raha's lips… but when he gasped and opened his eyes, T'senri was gone – as if he melted into aether… He blinked, looking around with confusion and earning more than a few curious and mocking stares from the students walking in and out of the library.
Wondering if he was simply losing his mind – or was that some sort of a vivid dream? – G'raha sighed with resignation, then picked up his books from the ground and after a short consideration headed toward the Annex, deciding he had enough attractions for a day.
A bit over a moon later, the situation looked quite… dramatically different…
G'raha almost snorted a laugh into his bedcovers at the thought, then bit down unnecessarily, choking down a needy whimper… which earned him a painfully arousing swat on behind as Senri growled softly in a warning against his neck.
"Sing for me, my Raha," his lover cooed, nuzzling against his neck affectionately as he rolled his hips slowly and G'raha couldn't help but comply, mewling desperately as scorching hot flesh slid in and out of him, with premeditation brushing against the knot of nerves that sent jolts of lightning along his nerve endings. "That's better, my heart," Senri praised, rewarding him in harsher, deeper thrusts and sneaking his hand underneath him to rub it over his dick, tearing a helpless whine out of his throat.
"G-gods, please…" he whimpered, squirming under his lover's weight, trying to push back onto his cock harder, to choke on a shout when Senri growled and bit him, making him instantly – instinctively – go pliant, mewling his submission desperately as his tail tightened almost painfully around younger Seeker, tearing a purr of appreciation for his throat that vibrated on G'raha's skin.
"So…beautiful, Raha," Senri purred, letting go to nuzzle against his neck insistently as he slowly pulled back, dragging him along until he climbed to his knees, resting his flaming face against the mattress when his lover's bigger hands took a hold of his wrists and pulled them up over his head, forcing him to stretch his back in a display of submission. Shuddering violently with anticipation, G'raha whimpered needily, fighting not to even twitch a muscle – knowing by now the rewards waiting for his obedience. "My beautiful, kind Raha… so pretty and eager," his lover chuckled breathlessly, then sighed dreamily and finally pulled out… to slam inside him with unnatural strength, sending him over the edge with a scream instantly. Mewling his bliss, chanting his lover's name between the choked gasps and whimpers as Senri growled his approval and set a brutal rhythm, fucking him mercilessly right into another orgasm… By the third, G'raha was whining in overstimulation, completely out of breath and his senses reeled and his body shook, bouncing with his lover's harsh thrusts. "One more…" Senri snarled, then bit him again, slowing down but making sure to slam into the spot that all too soon had G'raha comply with a choked whine, whimpering for mercy at this point… for his lover to groan into his skin loudly and come with a relived moan, gradually slowing down as his insides filled with pleasurably hot dampness.
Sagging against the mattress into a blissed-out heap of almost too-loud purrs, G'raha hummed with pleasure when Senri laughed softly and curled his arms around him possessively, pulling him tight against his chest as he rolled them onto their sides. Resting his chin on his lover's forearm, he closed his eyes with a tiny, happy grin when Senri nuzzled against his hair and ears.
"So… did you think about it?" his lover chuckled, pressing affectionate kisses over his ears.
"I still… don't know," G'raha stilled utterly, his grin fell as he grew uncertain instantly. His heart stuttered nervously as he wrapped his hands around Senri's forearm. "Aren't you… worried?"
"Nah," his lover hummed, dragging his other hand up and down his stomach soothingly. "I told you, Raha, my mom absolutely adores you," he assured with a delicate bite on the shell of his ear. "And this place… is too cold for you, my heart," he whispered, resting his chin on top of G'raha's head.
"I… owe them a lot," he replied with a sigh, shutting his eyes tightly as the temptation of his lover's offer grew almost unbearable.
"You don't owe them shit," Senri said slowly with a hint of his icy temper behind it, and G'raha's heart stuttered again. "Absolutely nothing, Raha. You didn't ask to be brought here and they failed as your guardians in every way they could. And I want you, my heart, every single minute of every single day... Ares says it's okay if you come live with me, instead. And I told you, he's always right," he whispered softly, tilting his head to press a line of hot, loving kisses on his throat.
"It's just been… a moon, Senri," he sighed, yet couldn't help but purr, arching his neck and more than enjoying his lover's ministrations.
"Raha… if I wasn't sure that it would spook you, I would ask the same question the same day you so adorably agreed to be mine," Senri chortled, kissing his instantly heated cheek when he whimpered with embarrassment.
"Like you really gave me a choice, my beast," he chuckled self-consciously, blushing even darker when his lover growled at that playfully and the hand on his stomach drifted lower, soon sliding between his thighs and hooking around one, lifting it slightly while Senri shifted behind him then took him in one harsh thrust. It tore a helpless whine from his throat as he arched in his arms, tightening his hands around his forearm. "You were… ah, stalking me… pestering me incessantly… oh, g-gods…" he mewled mindlessly, as with each word Senri slammed into him harder, purring against his neck insistently. Pulling his thigh back to rest over his, his lover's hand coiled around his cock, pumping it in tandem with his strokes.
"I told you, R-Raha… you are meant to be mine," Senri groaned, breaking the rhythm as he rolled to his back, pulling him on top of him and holding him still despite his whimper of complaint. Squirming, against the feeling of the scalding heat of the flesh spearing his insides and the still, tight grip around his dick, G'raha arched his back helplessly, trying to force the friction his lover was denying his body. "Now… ngh, don't be like that… R-Raha… I won't… w-won't move until you agree, my heart. I promised my mom I'll bring you back tonight… for good this time," he chortled, then easily keeping him stock-still, spread affectionate kisses over his neck and shoulder.
"B-But…" he gasped, losing his mind under the onslaught of sensations. "Sen…ri… the… the r-rumors…"
"I don't care about that," his lover growled, resuming the movement of his hand, but too slow to offer relief, more of a torture than anything else. "We were over that, my silly Raha… If that's what holding you back – just forget it, okay? Or must I again shout my devotion and proud ownership of your beautiful self at the main plaza, my heart?" he choked on a laugh when G'raha flushed darkly and whimpered with the mix of embarrassment and… elation and the remainder. "Beat up another moron who dares to spread that bullshit? Raaaaha, teeell me," he whined inelegantly, arching under him and using his knees to push his legs wider apart. "What do I have to do, my love?"
"P-please… Senri…" he whimpered needily, then reached for his ultimate weapon when dealing with his lover's teasing. "…my S-Snark," he uttered with a rumbling purr.
Senri froze instantly, then with a choked groan rolled them over, pinning him down under his weight.
"N-not fair…" he whined petulantly, but predictably, set to fuck him with raw enthusiasm, spreading affectionate bites over his shoulders. "…say it again," he purred, rubbing his whole body against his back as he took him.
"My… Snark," he complied on a mewl of pleasure, fisting his hands in the bedcover and gasping for air desperately. "My beautiful beast," he groaned deeply into the mattress as he came, shuddering violently when Senri growled and bit him, then shook against his back, whimpering his bliss into his skin until he sagged against his back, though carefully keeping his weight off him.
Senri loved to bite him, he mused, drowning in the blissed-out haze of the afterglow. Yet he never allowed him to bite him back… which he was kind of surprised with. He also always was the one to take him – and always from behind as if to make sure G'raha doesn't get a chance to return the favor… not that he minded, more than enjoying their… playtime. Yet, in a way that was one of the reasons why he was… hesitant about his lover's proposal – instinctively feeling Senri was hiding something from him.
"Raha…" his ears twitched slightly at the shade of sadness in the usually cheerful voice. "…I simply… wish to care for you, my heart. I love you, please… reconsider…?"
"Senri…" he whispered, rubbing his cheek against the material underneath it. "I love you, too… but I just… need more time, okay?"
"Okay," younger Seeker sighed with exaggerated resignation, making his lips involuntarily tilt in a silly, lovesick grin.
It took Senri another two moons to wear down his resistance… and another for G'raha to find out what exactly his lover was hiding from him.
In the end, he was more than grateful for that – realizing that if he found out sooner… he would probably freak the fuck out…!
A moon after saying a permanent goodbye to the Students and moving in with his lover and his lovely, extremely happy about it mother, T'rhasa, his Senri in the middle of the night, right after another heated bout of lovemaking, sat in the middle of their nest, pulled his still almost limp body in his lap and leading his mouth to his shoulder demanded his bite. And he complied without putting much thought into that, though surprised at the sudden change. To pass out almost immediately and woke up a few bells later to a shock of an unknown voice inside his head and a very pleased younger Seeker, instantly taking his mouth with a mind-blowing enthusiasm.
"Now… we're one," his lover hummed with satisfaction, raining affectionate kisses over his shoulder as his pure… elation and happiness poured over G'raha's senses, making his eyes grow wide like saucers.
"Senri?" he whispered numbly, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck, and running his fingers through his ink-black hair. "What… is this?"
"Told you, Raha… so many times," his lover chuckled sheepishly, pressing his lips against his throat. "You're meant to be mine… literally, my heart."
He's not wrong, that voice chuckled in the back of his head. He blinked numerous times at the ceiling above them, involuntarily tightening his arms around his lover… utterly confused.
"What is… this?" he repeated numbly, delicately pinching his lover's ear between his fingers. Senri still yelped softly, pouting as he lifted on his elbows above him.
"Watch it, Raha…" he snapped his teeth at him playfully, then sighed and grew serious watching his expression. "Sorry, my love," he pressed an apologetic kiss on his cheek then buried his face against his shoulder. "…I didn't really want to hide this from you… but Ares insisted that it's important to let you get… comfortable with me before waking up Damon."
That's me, that voice again, seemingly ungodly amused when G'raha flinched harshly as understanding dawned.
"That's why you said that… that I'm 'unique' like you…?" he gasped, gaping at the ceiling now.
"Mhmm," his lover chuckled sheepishly, nuzzling against his throat affectionately. "Damon is Ares's husband… and because of that, I couldn't let you… bite me too early."
"Huh?" he hummed with confusion.
"We are… mated, Raha," Senri purred with utter happiness and his jaw dropped.
"But that's not…" he choked when loud, insistent purrs rumbled inside his head, setting his whole body aflame instantly. Gasping desperately, he dug his fingers deep into the muscles at Senri's back and arched under him with a small, needy mewl of arousal.
"You're my soulmate, my beautiful, perfect Raha," his lover's deep voice rang with boundless devotion, setting his heart to pound furiously. "You were born to be with me, my heart," he cooed shamelessly, trailing sweet, sweet kisses over his throat. Then he whispered something against his skin in a strange language he couldn't understand. After falling silent, he pressed a tender kiss right below his jaw.
"What was… t-that…?" he slurred, suddenly feeling incredibly sleepy. He yawned widely and blinked blearily as his hands slowly slid off his lover's back and landed on the blankets limply.
Traveler's Ward, the amused voice supplied eagerly. It'll help us… get along, my boy. Don't resist, just sleep and let it work.
"I'll always keep you safe, Raha, I love you… so very, very much," his lover said softly, rolling to the side and pulling him in a tight, possessive embrace. He purred soothingly and nuzzled against his ear until he gave in and slipped away into a deep, dreamless sleep.
T'senri hummed with bliss once his mate drifted off, tightening his arms around him securely. Sighing with pleasure at how Raha's spicy scent now carried a hint of his own mixed in.
"Thank you… for helping me get him, Ares," he whispered into his lover's messy, soft hair.
You don't need to thank me, my boy, his immortal best friend chuckled fondly, then sighed softly. Let me take over, Senri. I have to talk with Damon for a bit.
"Can I meet him?" he asked hesitantly.
Sorry, not this time, okay? Ares replied delicately, then laughed a bit sheepishly. Need some privacy, boy. It's been a veeery long time.
"Oh, yeah…" he flushed, cursing in thought his senseless indelicacy then closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his friend wove a protective cocoon over his soul and took over.
"Welcome to the new world, my heart," Ares chuckled, then sighed with a dreamy sigh when red-cyan eyes slowly drifted open – the cyan one too bright the be called in any way natural for a mortal.
"It's… as interesting as promised," Damon hummed with interest, his lips barely moving as the Ward adjusted his host's body for their needs. "I'll need time to sift through the boy's memories, Ares… but so far, I like it here."
"Ever a scholar, Damon," the Azem chortled when his husband narrowed his eyes at him ever-so-slightly and a gorgeous pout tilted his plush lips. "You look breathtaking like this, love,' he added as compensation, pressing a tender kiss on his lover's forehead. "Tell me… how do you suppose the other timeline went…? Think they have beaten Meteion in the end?"
"Oh… I'm sure of that," his brilliant husband hummed with consideration, though sounding ungodly amused as well. "Though, I still believe my idea was better."
"You're silly, my heart," Ares said with a laugh, tightening his arms around him. "It's ridiculous to compete with yourself."
"Hush," Damon positively giggled, so obviously enthusiastic about his game. Unable to stop a grin, Ares buried his face against his husband's hair and hummed with delight. Senri was definitely right about his lover's scent – it was beyond lovely. "It was amusingly… challenging to come up with better adjustments to our reincarnations' future than my counterpart. Now, let me think, Ares… it's just the beginning of our road."
"Of course, my love," Azem chuckled, pressing a fond kiss on top of his husband's head and simply enjoying holding him in a tight embrace.
Provoked by the meeting in Elpis, his brilliant Damon created a spell that worked similar to the one he learned of… with a massive difference of setting Ares to wake once his host's soul becomes seven times rejoined. Once the Seventh Umbral Calamity hit, according to their plans he woke up and instantly cast the Traveler's Ward upon their body to let it make their coexistence easier. Then step by step realizing his husband's goals, he set to befriend his young host and his mother, earning their trust and setting them upon a path to his lover's reincarnation way ahead of schedule of the previous timeline. And more than enjoying playing his part in Damon's scheme.
"We can give them some more time to get comfortable with each other," his lover murmured after a moment. "We're still ahead of the schedule… Then we'll have them travel to Eorzea and set things in motion."
"Aren't you worried that once we arrive at the point of traveling back to Elpis, your other counterpart comes up with an even better plan?" Ares whispered against his ear teasingly.
"Pff, let him try," Damon scoffed with amusement, slowly tilting his head to peer up at him and Azem snorted a laugh when his husband winked at him with his crimson eye and smirked smugly. "If nothing else… I'm sure he will enjoy the challenge no less than I did."
"That… I don't doubt," Ares chuckled, then sighed and pressed a tender kiss on his lover's forehead. "I love your devious mind, my heart."
"I know," his husband whispered with amusement, then settled in his arms with a pleased hum. "Now, let me rest, Ares… We have still much to prepare before everything is set in place."
He hummed with an agreement, then let himself simply enjoy the heat of his lover's body with an involuntary grin. His immortal soul brimming with anticipation for the upcoming adventure.
