Chapter 12: Island Sanctuary

Summary:

When Tataru gets Senri an island, he has a 'grand' idea of using it.

[post EW - Explicit]

Notes:

rating: explicit

warnings: only for smut, fluff, and attempt at humor o.~

Hope you'll enjoy :3

[this one takes place after the latest in this timeline - 'Party Perils' - so it does contain a VERY delicate spoiler]

Chapter Text

When his linkpearl beeped, Raha picked up the call without thought or lifting his gaze from the sheet of paper in front of him.

"Evening, my gorgeous prince," his husband's deep, amused voice instantly put a silly, lovesick grin on his face.

"Is it already evening, then?" He hummed with humor, looking toward the timepiece set on the edge of his – and Damon's – desk. It was merely the third bell in the afternoon.

"Where I am, it is," Senri's voice rumbled with inviting purrs that sent an involuntary shudder down his back. Gods, he always had a massive weakness for his mate's voice – but like this, openly letting him know that his Snark was in a mood to play… Raha swallowed a mouthful of saliva, absentmindedly putting away his pen and leaning back in his seat.

"And where that would be today, my beast?" he asked, somewhat uselessly trying to cover his desire with humor.

"Why won't you come here and find out, hm?" the slightly throaty chuckle made his fur bristle and goosebumps sprinkle over his skin.

Yes, his lover evidently wanted to play… and far be it from him to disappoint his Snark.

Then, he tossed an uncertain look toward the papers stacked on his desk and hesitated. Whatever game his lover came up with this time, he really shouldn't let himself get lured away from his task, no matter how tempting it sounded….

You more than earned a reward, my boy, Damon chimed in a far too innocent tone for his usually devious humor, and Raha frowned.

Is this some scheme you're involved in? He asked his immortal suspiciously.

Ah… no, Damon chortled. I MIGHT have been made aware… but this time, it's all Senri's hard work, Raha. So… chop, chop, you don't want to miss it, trust me. And have fun! He chuckled deviously – much more fitting for him.

"Should I… change?" he asked into the call hesitantly, eyeing his simple attire consisting of a dark-red shirt and loose-fitting black pants. Today his only plan for the day involved going over the plans for the swiftly approaching excursion across the Rift – a fact he shared with his husband in the morning before Senri left in himself only known direction. As he tended to do in the last few weeks…

"Whateverrr you'll wearrr, I'll peel off you, my prrrince," his lover growled with a familiar rasp, and he felt another shudder find its way down his spine.

That… he was far, far too weak to resist – what his beast was more than aware of!

"On my way," he breathed and was rewarded with another beyond lovely, inviting purr. He disconnected the call, took a deep, steadying breath, and warped – as they came to call it – straight to his lover's location. And froze, staring while his brain just… ceased to function.

With his whole, utterly devoted heart, Raha was convinced that there were very, very few more beautiful sights in existence than the pure glory of his husband's body. And more than often, one heated look in Senri's pale eyes had him ready to beg. But this time…

As he materialized and somewhat tried to take stock of his new surroundings, when his crimson irises landed on his lover and widened impossibly, his knees instantly felt like water – and he was more than ready to fall to them and eagerly offer worship the perfection of his beast deserved.

And – perhaps – at some half-aware level, he was as well surprised that his immortal passenger didn't gush as he normally would be inclined to do in these sorts of circumstances – far too taken with Senri's similarity to Ares to help it. But this once – as he kept staring with mouth open in astonishment – his… their shared head remained silent of Damon's voice and – to be honest – of any sane thought.

"The sight of your face alone was more than worth it," his lover grinned at him cheekily, and his ice-blue eyes shone with humor when he – so typically for him – wiggled his dark eyebrows toward him playfully… and preened under his devouring gaze. Sprawled naked in the nest of blankets in different shades of red and black – their colors – while his beautifully pale skin… shone, emitting his sweet, enticing scent with a somehow more pronounced intensity that had Raha's mouth full of saliva… He whined in the back of his throat and gave in, helplessly falling to his knees at the edge of the nest. Clearly pleased with his reaction, Senri rumbled out those deep, delicious purrs as he slowly shifted and kneeled in the middle of the pile of blankets. Lured like a moth to a flame and far too caught up in the heat of icy eyes, he crawled toward him and was somewhat startled out of the trance when his lover growled softly. When he entered the reach of his long arms, the black-haired Seeker wrapped his big hands around his shoulders, and before Raha knew what happened, Senri tugged him toward him and forced him to turn around, sitting him down on his lap. And the sight…

He gasped breathlessly, leaning back against his lover's wide chest, and stared in dumbstruck awe while his husband chuckled fondly against his ear and his dexterous fingers set to unbutton his shirt delicately.

Appearing as he did and seeing walls set around the nest, if he could think – he would assume they were in a small, wooden hut – and partially, it was correct. If not for one apparently missing wall – that revealed a glorious sight of the sun slowly setting behind the horizon, consisting of the smooth ocean's surface. The building seemed set on a cliff overlooking the coast that looked like a sandy beach and was set quite high up, giving a marvelous view of the water and visible in the distance tiny islands.

"Where are we?" he breathed, consumed with the sight while his mate pulled his shirt open and carefully peeled it off his shoulders. Tossing the dark-red material aside, Senri wrapped his muscular arms around his chest, and he felt him nuzzle against his ear.

"Cieldalaes," his mate purred, and not taking his eyes off the glorious sight of the slowly lowering sun, Raha wrapped his hands around his husband's forearms, leaning back deeper into the heat of his body. "About two moons ago, Tataru called me with this… funny idea. Imagine my surprise when she told me that she had got me an island! Apparently, as a part of a program to entice the general population to invest in the purchase of their islands, she thought my fame was bound to garner some… interest."

"I imagine," he chuckled, involuntarily amused at Lalafellin's newest scheme.

After the disbanding of the Scions – official one, at least – each of them set upon their separate goals… and it looked like Tataru Taru was absolutely determined to create a financial empire! Or perhaps she was just bored without them to liven things up about the Rising Stones.

A nearly full year after the ordeal of the Final Days, they were almost ready for the next step in their immortals' scheme: introducing the citizens of the Source to their neighbors in the Reflections. With some help from their Ancient friends and the eager cooperation of many interested parties, the rework of the Allagan Crystal Tower – his inheritance – was completed sooner than expected, and the last few weeks they spent preparing for the upcoming travel across the Rift to two of the remaining Reflections, simultaneously. While their friends who expressed an interest in joining the very first foray were busy tying up loose ends in the tasks they took upon during the rework – he, as the only one able to control the Tower, and with consideration to Damon's talents, was unanimously chosen for the 'leader' of the whole thing.

And – when he thought about it with some amusement – he had to admit that his experience as the 'Crystal Exarch' came more than in handy with that, because reining in the… enthusiasm somewhat reminded him of a task of herding cats. The general consensus assumed that the first 'trip' would consist of small groups, and for a while, they had their hands full turning away far too enthusiastic adventurers knocking at their doors all times of the day.

With one group co-led by Venat and O'rahm, and including Y'shtola, Alphinaud, and Urianger plus a carefully picked team of adventures, they – he and Senri, with their respective immortals, were set to join Themis, Alisaie, and Zero in another group – with Hades and Hythlodaeus picked to jump between the two, relaying information and aiding if necessary. And though Venat and Themis – after moons of visits and negotiations – assured them that both parties were more than expected, they were preparing for every possible outcome – just to be safe.

"…Sanctuary," he heard and blinked, feeling his face heat up as he realized he had missed his husband's words.

"Huh?" he hummed, and as the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, he turned his head, smiling sheepishly when his lover chuckled, then brushed his lips against his cheek.

"I said: she called it 'Island Sanctuary,' Raha," he repeated, then a slightly crooked smirk tilted his too-pretty lips as holding his right arm around the redhead's chest, his left slowly moved downwards, following the lines of his muscles to soon sink under the waistband of his pants. At the same time, his ice-blue eyes kept his gaze captive. "And despite the fact that at first, I saw a little use for it… That name gave me an idea, I admit. After some discussion with Ares and Damon – and their approval, I'll add – this place, I've made for us myself, it's going to be our Sanctuary," he said, at the same time using his hand to push the black material off Raha's hips, then chuckled fondly at his confused expression when he lifted in his lap slightly, to help him along. "Only ours, my prince, as Ares set a compulsion on this island that makes the both of them take a nap as soon as we set our feet here."

Finally getting his meaning – that put a reason behind Damon's unusual silence – he felt his lips part with a quiet gasp that Senri used well, taking his mouth into a deep, delicious kiss that instantly set his senses ablaze.

Moaning under his lips as Senri's addictive flavor filled his mouth, Raha carelessly kicked his pants off the rest of the way, then turned around in his lover's lap without breaking the kiss as he greedily drowned his hands in his lover's ink-black hair. And the thought that for once he truly had him all to himself… set his blood on fire no less than his taste!

He – and Senri – loved their immortals, they did, but in their somewhat symbiotic relationship, there was never a doubt that Ares and Damon were more dominant over them – if they wished, capable to stuff their souls into sort of… 'cocoon' and make them unaware of whatever they were doing with their bodies in the meantime. They hardly minded that, considering how often it saved their 'skins' along the way, even if they couldn't return the favor.

And during sex… it wasn't always optimal. He grew used to it, eventually – the thought that another person was living inside him and Damon more than once assured him that during their… entanglements, he tended to slip back to muse on whatever currently held the immortal's interest. But considering how often he woke up in Senri's arms with no recollection of how he got there… Well, there was a reason why their immortals – who could – kept them unaware during their… playtimes. And considering some… telltale evidence or Damon's occasional 'slips,' he thought he was more than grateful for that… And pretty sure that he wasn't yet ready to witness whatever had his shameless immortal sometimes fluster.

"And for this occasion…" his lover purred teasingly as he pulled back from the kiss, then trailed tiny, sharp bites along his jaw and down his throat. "…I prepared something very special, Raha," his chuckle was downright evil as he smoothed his hands down the redhead's sides. "Our own, little secret, hm?"

"W-What…?" he asked breathlessly, arching with the movement of his hands, and a tiny whimper slipped his lips when his lover nipped on the tattoo on his throat, then his almost too-hot mouth moved lower as he shifted them both and pinned him down into the messy blankets. He mewled in painful arousal, feeling his weight on top of him, eagerly spreading his legs to accommodate him between them. Letting one hand slip down from his dark hair to hook around Senri's shoulder blade, he arched his neck, granting him better access to his mark on him. His lover complied with the silent demand, purring loudly as he bit him – much, much harder – and though he could feel him reach for something, he hardly paid it any mind, losing it at the mix of sensations. His cock, stuck between their bodies, throbbed painfully, so he rolled his hips slowly under Senri, whimpering involuntarily at the delicious friction.

Then Senri pulled back and rose above him, a gorgeously devilish smirk on his beautiful face when he dangled a red bottle before his dazed eyes.

"Tell me, my prince… In any of your books, did you ever see the name 'Gaelicatnip'?" his husband asked, and he fought to focus, then as his meaning sank in… his eyes shot wide open as he gawked at the bottle between them. "I can tell you did… It's a real pain to gather and extract its oil, I can tell you that much," Senri shook his dark-haired head with a patient sigh, but the amused twitches of his ears more than betrayed him. So did sparks of mischievous glee in his pale eyes. "I imagine that for someone who's not a Miqo'te, it's easier… but for you, my heart, I bravely set upon that task and… here we go," and under his terrified gaze, Senri pulled the cork with his teeth and…

…he melted into a heap of far too relaxed muscles, sniffing the air greedily after a maddening, minty scent mixed with the sweet smell of his mate, in a daze watching the vertical pupils of his lover's pale eyes widen impossibly, turning the irises into a tiny, delicately slanted rings. And it was sooo funny… Raha giggled, soon shaking with it when Senri gave him the widest, most impossibly goofy grin possible, snickering as he poured the oily liquid over his hand, spilling it over Raha's chest.

"I have some… p-practice…" his lover slurred, narrowing his eyes at him with drunken focus, and he couldn't take it, snorting a laugh. "…but it's fuuuucking potent. And, g-gods… sooo worth it…" he drawled dreamily, burying his nose against the redhead's chest and sniffing him shamelessly while his oiled hand drifted down his stomach between them. Raha's laughter choked on a gasp when his lover groaned deeply when his finger pressed inside him. "…so tight, my mate…"

His skin on fire, he coiled his arms around his husband's head, burying his nose in the soft, ink-black strands and nudging it against his ears, purring his pleasure loudly as Senri worked his body into submission. Shamelessly rolling his hips into his fingers' intrusion, soon whimpering involuntarily at the sensation of being stretched, he nipped on his lover's ear in reprimand for being so tardy. And at his mate's choked whine, he freed one hand and snuck it between their bodies, greedily coiling it around his lover's cock. Feeling the scorching flesh throb in his grip, he growled impatiently, pumping his fingers along its length.

His sole focus on the need for that flesh inside him, he gave a delicate but insistent tug and grinned viciously when his lover choked on a rumbling snarl, his eyes enraged slits when his head shot up. Baring his teeth at him in a challenge, Raha growled deep in the back of his throat, and before the sound even died down, his mate bared fangs in turn and, in a move fast like a viper, bit him with a possessive snarl, at the same time nearly folding him in half as he mounted him brutally. And finally getting what he needed, he almost came instantly, whining his apologies in tiny gasps. Pinned down by the bite that vibrated with his mate's enraged sounds, he clawed at his back, simultaneously wrapping his legs around his waist tightly, completely out of his mind at the mix of bliss and burning pain of his mate's dick inside him.

Loving it, he dug his heels into his mate's lower back, helplessly arching under his weight to take him deeper, relishing in his husband's claim.

"Miiine," his lover hissed with outrage, pulling back from the bite to claim his slack mouth into a punishing kiss, bracing around him as he set to fuck him with barely contained violence. And he rocked with him, eagerly meeting the scorching heat of his thrusts until his whole body throbbed, feeling like it was about to burst. Pulling from his mouth, he whimpered needily, and his mate purred praise, then set to fuck him harder, faster, and finally, his world exploded into a blaze, tearing an almost surprised shout from his throat. Far, far too blissed out, he sagged bonelessly under his lover's weight while his body shook in aftershocks. He was merely mewling in a pure indulgence, and his head was impossibly full of their mixed scents – now with the added tang of that deliciously minty smell – until his lover groaned deeply and shook above him, gratefully nuzzling against his throat as he slowed down, pumping his insides full of the heady heat of his seed.

It didn't really feel like being drunk, he thought in a dazed stupor, greedily running his hands over his lover's wide back. Perhaps a tad more like being shot shock full of tranquilizer… he had no idea, but the sensation was far more pleasant than any the buzz alcohol could provide – especially with the added bliss of the heat simply rolling off his mate's skin. So pleasant, he meowed a quiet protest when Senri shifted and pulled back if it was still beyond good when he lowered against him, trailing sweet, affectionate bites down his chest as he tapped his hand against Raha's thigh. Taking a hint, he somewhat lazily complied, freeing his lover from a loose embrace, then giggled when he was so swiftly turned around that his world spun.

Nuzzling his heated cheek into the soft, black material under his face, feeling utterly far too relaxed, he merely purred near-deafeningly when another round of delicate nips trailed up his spine, then moaned deeply when his mate mounted him unhurriedly this time, spreading sweet, affectionate kisses over the back of his shoulder and neck as his impossibly pleasant heat covered him completely. Feeling Senri's bigger hand take hold of his and lace their fingers, Raha turned his head lazily, grinning a ridiculously wide, lovesick grin at the sight of their hands connected in level with his gaze. And though his body helplessly and swiftly grew taut with mounting arousal at his mate's claim of it, for a moment – and with his dazed head empty of anything but the enticing sound of his lover's blissed-out purrs – he let himself enjoy the delicate mix of intoxicating scent and no less delightful heat, only tilting his neck and without looking away from their hands, gladly indulging in his mate's affectionate ministrations.

"I always loooved it," he slurred, then sighed with bliss and laughed softly at his lover's curious hum, lowering his free hand and pushing it back to fondly pet his mate's hip. That Senri took it for the demand of friction, he hardly minded, mewling indulgently at the way he pulled out of him a mere ilm to push the scorching heat of his dick inside him again up to the hilt, setting an entrancingly slow, steady rhythm of that deliciously deep friction as he kept up the sweet ministrations over his skin, drowning his senses in the haze of the sensations and the intoxicating feeling of being claimed. Lazily rocking back against his lover's thrusts and answering his deep groans and heady gasps with his half-aware mewls and whimpers, he lost track of his thoughts until Senri's deep voice rumbled against his neck.

"Loved what?" he asked on a delightfully deep purr, and mesmerized by the sound, he fought to remember what he had said while his tail greedily wrapped around his lover's thigh.

"Ah…" he remembered when Senri chuckled somewhat drunkenly and returned to his sweet ministrations. He purred his delight and, using how tight they were pressed together, pushed his free hand behind his head, gladly sinking his fingers into the unmatched silk of his mate's ink-black hair and gratefully massaging his sensitive ear. "…how affectionate y-you are," he answered with a lovesick grin, closing his eyes as he let himself burn in the heat of his very own sun.

"You deserve no less, my gorgeous prince," his mate purred, rubbing his free hand over his hip before curling it around it and delicately nudging his thighs further apart as he slowly rose above his back on his knees, pulling his body along. Freeing his hand, Senri braced his weight on his next to his shoulder, and Raha dropped both of his and curled them into the blanket, with a quiet mewl of arousal arching his back to gladly take it as his lover's strokes grew deeper, his thick, scorching flesh sliding out and into him harder as the maddening, minty scent grew thicker and more pronounced. He buried his overheated face in the blanket, moaning softly at each deliberate thrust. Until Senri shifted slightly against his ass, and with the next drag and push, his cock hit straight into the spot that sent lightning along his nerve endings. Raha gasped a choked shout, then whimpered needily. At the same time, his lover gleefully repeated the movement, holding him stock still with the grip around his hip as his next, well-aimed stroke grew harder, tearing a helpless string of groans and breathless profanities from the redhead's throat. "You, my sweet mate, deserve all," Senri's deep voice rang with boundless affection, and he merely moaned his need, soon more than matched by his lover's increasingly insistent and deeper claim.

Finally, dropping his other hand by his shoulder and releasing him to be able to push back against his flesh, Raha used it well, with near-deafening purrs climbing to his hands and knees under the insane heat of his lover's massive form and greedily rocked back and forth to meet the scorching push and pull of his flesh spearing and taking him in a growing increasingly rough rhythm. Feeling the maddening play of the muscles against his back while the heated, pale skin pressed all over and around him – inside him – he still nearly whimpered helplessly with relief when Senri growled softly and pushed back, setting fully behind him as his big hands smoothed over his back to settle around his hips. Loosening the possessive grip of his tail around him, Raha let it splay over his lover's chest. In indulgent flicks of it, he invited his mate to claim him at his leisure when he tossed him a hooded, heated look over his shoulder, then submissively bent forward, falling to his elbows.

He was more than rewarded when his lover growled praise, then set his thumbs around the base of his red tail and, in slow motion, petted his skin. He locked him into place as he slowly pulled out of his body, then, without another warning, snapped his hips forward, taking him in one deep thrust up to the hilt and making Raha literally see stars as he arched in his grip with a choked whine. Cooing sweet, raspy praises at his submission – and with matching and growing aggression – his perfect mate soon took him in a downright vicious, violent rhythm, rutting into him mercilessly and furiously. He enjoyed every second of the onslaught, in gasps and whimpers only spurring his mate to take him harder, deeper, faster… And when he came with a choked keen of his lover's name, Senri merely snarled aggressively and set to fuck him harder, in his inhumane efforts nearly instantly sending his overwhelmed senses to tumble right over another edge.

Soon, he could only weep in overstimulation, clawing at the soft material around them as his mate seemed determined to rob him of his senses and more than making a good effort toward that goal! Yet – as always – only ever in his Snark's possession finding the true and unbridled freedom, and enticed by the intoxicating mix of scents, Raha let go completely, utterly, letting himself get lost in his lover's pure, undiluted devotion.

"Teeeell me," his mate whined petulantly and utterly disarmed by his cuteness, T'senri finally caved, chuckling sheepishly and quite glad that splayed atop him limply on his back, Raha couldn't see his fiery blush. Keeping his arms around his chest in a loose embrace, he focused his eyes on the grand sight of the starlit skies ruling over the island as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"You'll laugh," he warned self-consciously and regretted it instantly when Raha tilted his head to look at him over his shoulder, and his red tail flicked with obvious interest against his thigh. But seeing the – so typical for his ever-curious husband – sparks of amusement in his crimson irises, he sighed patiently. He brushed his lips against his cheek before letting his head fall into the blankets and tightening his arms around his mate's body. "Okay… so I found it out by an absolutely embarrassing accident – and you have to swear you'll never mention knowing about it to Shtola, okay, otherwise she'll kill us both," he cautioned with a quiet snicker and wasn't even surprised that – discarding watching the sky after yet another bout of lovemaking – his insatiably curious, cute mate shifted on top of him and inside his embrace over to his stomach, crossing his forearms on T'senri's chest and resting his chin on them as his expressive ears twitched with life interest.

"She would…?" his redhead chuckled with obvious disbelief, and he grinned at him toothily, lazily smoothing his right hand over his back.

"Just wait… and you're going to understand," he wiggled his dark eyebrows playfully and was rewarded with his mate's quiet, amused snort. "So… As you know, this herb is native to Dravania, right? When we set off for Iddylshire: me, Shtola, Alphinaud, and Thancred, I had no idea that anything like that even existed," he started with a chuckle, pressing his left hand under his head to look at his redhead's adorably interested expression easier. "We stopped in a village in the Chocobo Forest on the way, the Tailfeather, and while my friends took that as the opportunity to restock and learn more about the road still ahead of us, I set off into the forest itself on a small errant one of the villagers tasked me with. To kill time, simply, as staying motionless was never much of my strong suit," he shrugged slightly, pursing his lips to the reward of sparks of amusement dancing in the depths of the crimson irises.

"That, I know," Raha chuckled fondly, freeing one hand to drag his fingers along T'senri's jaw delicately.

"Anyway, as I was following the beaten path," he continued. "Out of nowhere, a gaelikitten flew right in front of my face. It was the first time I saw one, and it was so cute…" he growled softly at his lover when the redhead snickered.

"Let me guess… you followed it?" his mate asked with a curious tilt to the dark-red eyebrows above crimson irises shining with humor.

"Mhmm," he nodded solemnly, feeling his face heat up slightly under his husband's gaze. "I thought I could catch it, you know… and it led me straight to this clearing in the forest stuffed with that flowers… I guess – now, knowing better – a relative horde of the gaelikittens gleefully rolling between them should be enough of the warning, right…? Well… it wasn't," he deadpanned, and his lover chuckled at his expression, rolling a strand of black hair around his finger. "Before I knew what happened, I was happily sprawling between those herbs, purring my heart out and sooo drugged… Well, it was pretty hilarious, I guess," he chuckled sheepishly, and Raha narrowed his eyes as if trying to imagine it… then his whole, handsome face lit up with a downright enamored grin. And for that alone, he forgot his embarrassment and grinned in turn toothily. "Or would be, if not for the fact that – after apparently I was gone for quite some time – the first to find me was Shtola… and we are not allowed to talk about that," he snickered involuntarily when his husband stilled, and his eyes widened impossibly.

"Wait… did she…?" he hummed, and T'senri nodded eagerly, biting his lower lip not to burst into a laugh at the reminder.

"The whole gig, Raha, with frolicking and purring… and Thancred almost died when he found us next," he chortled at the memory when his lover shook with laughter, dropping his forehead against his chest. "I swear to you… when she came around after he dragged us far away enough from that clearing… Never before or after, I saw her as red and flustered! She swore us never to mention it again under the death penalty and marched off with a huff back to the village. And only when she was far enough from the earshot, my prince, we dared to breathe… and ended up cackling so badly, supporting each other on the way back, that by the time we arrived, we were both completely red and in tears… freaking poor Alphinaud the fuck out! And the more he asked what was wrong with us and she glared daggers behind him, daring us to say anything… Oh, Azeyma, I swear I had some seriously sore muscles by the time he let us be, and we moved on. But not before Thancred – bless his teasing soul – landed on his ass in the river when passing near that clearing, though at a safe distance, as he wouldn't stop sending Shtola smirks and looks she finally had enough of. I swear, it was one of the most hilarious days in my life…!" he laughed when his lover snorted against him, then shook with matching laughter.

"I'm trying to imagine her… ah, frolicking," his mate choked out without raising his head, and T'senri, snickering, petted his messy, red hair in comfort. If possible, that made his husband shake even worse as he raised his teary, ruby eyes and snorted again at the sight of his toothy, mischievous grin. "I can't! G-gods…"

"Just don't mention it if you value your life, my prince," he drawled seriously, then his grin grew even wider. "Especially, you know, not to Rahm…" he trailed off meaningfully, wiggling his dark eyebrows playfully, and Raha positively died while his red tail waved enthusiastically.

"I won't…" he choked out after a moment, then winked at him. "…can't promise that for Damon, though, you know how he is…."

"Well… him even she wouldn't dare to murder," he shrugged carelessly, then wrapped his hands around his lover's flushed face. And when his mate purred teasingly and rested his hand over T'senri's with an enamored look in his clear, expressive eyes, his heartbeat thrummed in a sweet, familiar now melody. He sat up slowly, forcing his lover to do so as well and resting his forehead against his, helplessly whispering his heart's chant. "I love you, Raha."

"I love you too, my beast," his mate purred, wrapping his arms around his neck and tilting his head to brush the tip of his nose against his with an almost too-sweet tilt to his plush lips… that he had to taste again, right now… And as if reading his mind, Raha purred an invitation, then took his mouth into a deep kiss, and while massaging his sensitive ear delicately, he shifted in his lap, climbing to his knees set around T'senri's hips and hungrily devouring his mouth as his hand smoothed down his stomach and curled into a too-hot grip around his cock, swiftly stroking it into arousal. "Forever," his mate breathed, leaning back only to painfully slowly impale himself on his flesh, drowning the black-haired Seeker's ears in the intoxicating sounds of his lover's pleasure. Curling his suddenly shaky hands around the redhead's hips, he buried his face with a choked groan against his shoulder, drunk on the almost painfully tight, hot grip of his lover's body. For this – the best – high, he never needed any extra buzz, his love for his gorgeous Allagan prince, the most potent aphrodisiac.

"Forever," he breathed, coiling his arms and tail around him possessively, and when his lover took him, holding him into a sweet, secure embrace of his arms and body, he couldn't help but think that this was his true Sanctuary: the heat and safety of his redhead's love.