At night after the Warrior and his entourage came back to Crystarium after bringing back the night sky to Il Mheg – G'raha was busy pretending he wasn't hiding inside the Ocular when someone… hesitantly knocked at the door of it.
"Yes?" he called out – his heart in his throat for a moment, before the massive door opened slowly, revealing slightly… confused-looking Lyna.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, grandfather," the Viis said with hesitation, then cleared her throat a bit awkwardly and straightened to her impressive height. "But I think… Ah, there's something happening at Excedra that you may want to take a look at."
"What is it?" he frowned under the safety of his cowl – noting the woman's obvious… discomfort.
"It's… hard to explain," she said with a sigh. "The Warrior and his friends… ah, you really should see it for yourself, grandfather. Maybe you can make sense of it."
He hesitated, swallowing thickly and for a moment considered using his mirror…
Really, Raha? The clearly amused voice in the back of his head hummed. Do you plan to hide away here forever? Don't you want to at least… see him?
He scowled at his… passenger's merriment at his expanse, then took a deep breath and headed toward the door. Damon was right, anyway – as usual, he had to reluctantly admit – and he couldn't avoid Senri… T'senri forever. But the meetings along with his friends were one thing…
Risking staying alone with him… a completely different kind of beast…
During the Warrior's absence, when he was not following his progress in the crystal mirror… he could almost swear he was going insane… other than Damon's presence, that is.
The immortal, millennia-old soul locked away inside him was… true trove of knowledge and ideas – even if he refused to share the reason for their… peculiar state. Or why he was hiding his presence… this long. Or… what exactly he was… But after finding out that he was indeed right – and using the Crystal Tower to save Senri was a real possibility… He did have to agree that his… companion was useful – he just would be really grateful if he wasn't so obviously… amused at his predicament.
Whenever he wasn't focusing on something else… the images and memories… and fantasies simply assaulted his mind – setting all of him on fire! But when he asked his companion about it suspiciously… Damon seemed completely unaware of his… issues – other than teasing him mercilessly about his furious blushes and awkwardness – but the knowledge that someone was always watching him… made him too timid to take care of his… nearly permanent erection by now – which was only making it worse and… painful.
And the thought of seeing Sen… T'senri in the flesh while his mind and body were oh, so busy with the images of their time together… scared him.
He had no idea… how to fix things between them – but he couldn't believe that his insane… lust for the Warrior was any… help with that. If anything… it could only make it worse!
T'senri was so… cold and distant after he and his friends arrived – giving him a run-down of their travels and the surprising appearance of an… Ascian that accosted them at Excedra – offering… not his help, by burying the hatched for the time being, at least. He was more than surprised by that – not to mention suspicious, since it was the Ascians who created all of this situation in the first place – killing his Warrior in the timeline he left behind.
But the biggest surprise to be honest was the fact… how calm Senri seemed about that tidbit. He remembered his Warrior's pure hate for Ascians – as he couldn't help but blame them for everything that went wrong with his life – but now… he seemed unperturbed. As far as he could see, anyway… with that mask in the way…
Gods, but he hated that thing… and missed so painfully the sight of Senri's beautiful eyes – that haunted his dreams and fantasies. His friends – the Scions – seemed unperturbed by the Warrior's sudden insistence on never parting with the thing – and he more than wondered how Senri explained it to them.
And he still… could only assume that it was responsible for blocking their bond… somehow. And he really, really wanted it gone… he just had no idea how to achieve that.
If Damon's theory was correct, he could use their bond to feed Senri's aether to the Crystal Tower – channeling the energy from the Lightwardens into it – and to say he was eager to test it… was an understatement. But… at the same time, he was so… uncertain.
He hurt Senri that first day – his unusual… coldness was more than proof of that – and he didn't know how… to make up for it. Or if Senri even… still wanted him. If he still… loved him.
He knew – back then, at the Find – how much his Warrior yearned to be able to mate with him – despite both of them being sure it wasn't possible. G'raha was… floored by it – that this wonderful man wanted him that… much. Nobody ever wanted him – not his tribe, not the people of the Old Sharlayan, not any of his 'lovers', not really… But while they… made love, every single time if able, Senri would bite him – all possessive snarls and growls that blew his mind – and biting him back was a sure way to have his Warrior lose his mind instantly.
And when it actually happened – as impossible as it should be – G'raha ruined it, shoving his Warrior's affection back in his face… and he more than deserved his ire. His… hate. And how could he even hope…
"My Lord?" said Lyna – in a much more official tone – as they stepped outside of the Tower, and he blinked, hoping his cowl covers most of his blush. Gods… but he really shouldn't think about this… especially in the presence of the girl he raised! That was beyond… wrong! "Does that make sense to you…?" she asked, motioning toward the massive plaza in front of the Tower.
He frowned, following her gaze… and froze while his jaw simply… dropped.
Oh, Damon hummed with obvious… no, not amusement but outright… mad cackle.
A lifetime ago, back at the Find – during the lazy days and when he would let his Warrior lure him away from his search – when he was so much more… carefree and busy indulging in his lover… he came up with a game that at the time seemed like a… glorious idea.
Seekers of the Sun were… playful and by nature had quite… high levels of energy. And the predators in them enjoyed the… fight for dominance. Seeing as he grew up – stuck between the much more older and… serious students and professors who would scowl darkly at his… eccentricities and 'bad behavior' – he hardly had occasion to indulge in that part of his… nature. But Senri – despite his title and possible harm to his reputation – was more than… eager to play.
So… under the starlit skies of Mor Dhona, they would sneak away from the camp and by 'their spot' at the edge of the lake Silvertear, they… played. When they weren't fucking, that is… And that particular game was – honestly – more of foreplay than an actual game. The more than loose rules of it were silly at best – and an easy excuse for… groping, teasing, and arousing both of them to the point when they would more often than not spend the next few bells fucking furiously, covering each other in bite marks and scratches…
And that was what was… pretty much, taking place at the Excedra right now – right under his stunned gaze. Four of the Scions – with some still awake citizens of the Crystarium looking on with an obvious mix of amusement and confusion, and more joining by the seconds to watch the… spectacle – including the mighty Warrior of Light and Darkness… his Senri… seemed consumed by 'his' game.
He left the side of stunned and confused Lyna, ignoring her quiet call of his title as he headed down the crystal stairs – feeling a hot, fiery feeling slowly rising inside his chest as his narrowed eyes were stuck only at one point…
When his feet hit the ground, a sudden, triumphant laugh had his gaze dart toward it – just in time to see Alisaie pin her twin to the ground and sit on him for a good measure – grinning widely while her brother mumbled profanities.
"I win again!" she crooned, pumping her right fist in the air.
"Why do I always get dragged into this…?" Alphinaud grumbled, then sighed with resignation and slapped his hand three times against the murmur of Excedra under him. "Okay, I give up… get off me, Alisaie."
"Aww, take your defeat with dignity, brother," she cackled, grinning toward dazed Exarch. "I love this game!"
"I swear if I ever find the person who taught T'senri this nonsense…" her twin seemed much less enthusiastic… and G'raha's lips twitched involuntarily.
"What… is this?" he asked, after clearing his throat and assuming… or trying to, anyway… a calm demeanor and not look toward…
"Oh, sorry, Exarch," Alisaie chuckled, clearly beyond pleased while still sitting on the top of her brother's back. "I guess we should have asked permission first… But it's so rare for Senri to have time and energy to play… we couldn't resist."
No… don't look…
Too late, Damon crooned – clearly beyond amused at his expanse. And if he had a space of mind to mind…
A bit further off, almost in the middle of the slowly forming circle of the citizens was his… the man that used to be his lover – locked into the much less innocent-looking – for his liking – almost embrace with one of his friends… Thancred. And the fact that Senri seemed to be wearing only his mask and a pair of skin-tight dark pants… wasn't helping his sudden agitation any.
His pale skin almost… glowing in the starlight – muscles bulging and straining under its… delicious expanse. Inky-black hair dampened with sweat and a playful grin under the edge of that infuriating mask… A long, fluffy back tail whipping side to side as he and Thancred seemed to fight for dominance… which was ridiculous, because the Warrior was so much stronger than anyone else… but seemed content to contain it for the game…
With… Thancred. That Thancred, that 'wasn't interested'… Playing their game with Thancred…
That hot feeling was almost choking him now – and he barely stopped the furious snarl tearing from his throat. The absurd need to walk over there and tear them apart – then take Thancred's place and show his Warrior to whom he belonged – whom he was allowed to play their game with – set a red haze over his eyes – both of his hands clenched into fists as he shook, trying to get himself under control. Years of practice… in staving off his temper… now weren't helping much.
When Thancred somehow… used his move – hooking his leg behind the Warrior's knee and overpowered him – pining his Senri down to the cold ground with a laugh… he almost snapped, shaking with the pure need to get the Hyur off his man… and when Senri laughed oh, so… brilliantly and splayed his muscular arms to his sides in submission – as he did when it was him on top… He almost expired, half-expecting Thancred to do what he would do – fuck this wonderful, beautiful man senseless…
And he would murder him for that…
"Are you okay, Exarch?" he heard through the ringing in his ears – flinching when he realized he was growling – but couldn't look away… couldn't think or focus on anything but the urge making his blood simply… boil.
The urge to remind his… mate who he was a property of. It didn't matter if Thancred was interested or not… he was on top of his mate… and if he doesn't get off… he will… pay…
Down, boy, Damon whispered softly with amusement and G'raha almost snarled again. You don't really want to hurt Thancred, Raha… You just want Senri for yourself, don't you?
"Yes!" he snapped instantly.
"Oookay," Alisaie murmured with obvious confusion, and it… shook him out of the daze… slightly. He swallowed thickly, with effort tearing his gaze away from his Warrior's pale, glistening skin… to look at the Elzen with a slightly sheepish smile.
"My apologies," he murmured, trying to collect his thoughts and regain his composure. Push back that insane, hot feeling before… he will do something he will regret and make his Warrior hate him even more.
And he almost succeeded… until his gaze darted back to the man – just in time to see Thancred finally get off him – with a grin helping his Senri up – and his gaze got stuck on something… too familiar that shouldn't be there. His jaw dropped again and a truly… furious blush hit his face… as something utterly wild and primal purred in the back of his mind.
Because of the tattoo on T'senri's pale skin – on his left shoulder – exactly the same design and placement as his own – now half-eaten by crystallization… but still. His tattoo… the mark of his admiration for the Scions before he even met the love of his life, who was the best of them… on his Senri's skin – almost like a… mark of his ownership. Almost like with it… his Warrior was giving himself to him…
That purr in his head got louder and louder… chasing all the sane thoughts away. His mouth watered and it was suddenly… so hard to catch a breath while his dick throbbed in the insane rhythm of his heartbeat.
That mark… like a siren's song – his mate offering himself to him… and he was more than eager to accept… that glorious gift. Pin that beautiful body down and fuck his delectable behind until Senri remembers that he was his and no other had any right to touch him… Have his powerful Warrior of Light beg shamelessly for his cock… Make him writhe and mewl-purr his name until his deep voice grows hoarse with it… as it always did…
Uh oh, Damon in his head chuckled – sounding almost… worried. But G'raha was sooo far beyond any point of caring as his feet carried him slowly – predatory – toward his prey.
He felt his Warrior's gaze despite the mask when he approached and his companion looked at him with obvious confusion – and he instinctively bared his teeth at the ashen-haired Hyur in something that could be barely considered a smile.
"May I have a word with you, Warrior?" he said slowly, despite the years of practice barely keeping his tail in check under the heavy robes. His head was abuzz with a mix of purrs and snarls… and if he doesn't agree…
"Of course, my lord Exarch," a slow, cold smirk under the edge of the mask – but it didn't matter… not anymore… Before he's done with him… the mask and the cold smiles will be a memory… His Senri will be back… with his sweet, loving smiles and lust and humor filling his icy-blue irises.
And he'll enjoy bringing him back… immensely.
"In private," he added with a much more gentle, polite smile.
"Oh?" the Warrior smirked, but nodded slowly, then waved toward his friends and under more than a few stunned looks, followed him back to the Tower – and maybe G'raha would care once about whispers it arose… if his mind wasn't lost in the plans for his lover… who Senri will be happy to be again… before he's done with him.
Finally. Ares rolled his eyes under the mask, literally begging the gods it wasn't some kind of a rouse from the stubborn mortal.
All things considered, he didn't have an occasion to check in with Damon after coming back – but the idea of using something that G'raha himself invented to play with Senri – was a stroke of genius in his opinion. Dealing with the Pixies – as irritating as they were – brought back Senri's memories of the game… and it seemed too good to pass over.
Especially since he didn't need to use his gift to have Thancred conveniently all over him – even if the tall Scion at first was clearly surprised with his insistence to discard his shirt – since Senri was usually much more… self-conscious – especially when the crowd started to gather, lured in by their laughs.
T'senri – sentimental as he was and missing his… playmate – once in a more than a bit inebriated state taught their game to Alisaie – though, obviously, in a much more… innocent version. And after she took to it with not a very surprising enthusiasm – it spread between the Scions like wildfire. Some took to it more than the others, of course… But in the end, Senri was glad for this slip – since it allowed him to have at least a bit… of his happier days back.
Following the silent Exarch through the Tower – the part he didn't see before – he probed carefully at the cocoon inside his mind, hoping… but, of course, that would be too easy. If his… playtime with Damon didn't stir his mortal out of his misery and heartbreak – he wasn't sure what it would take – but, maybe…
"Come in, please," G'raha's low voice shook him out of the reverie and he pulled back from Senri's cocoon, focusing on the mortal. Though he couldn't see it, Ares raised his eyebrows when the man held the door open for him – with a slightly… suspicious tilt to his plush lips.
Whatever… He rolled his eyes again, then stepped through the threshold, looking around curiously.
Oh.
The door closed behind him smoothly and quietly – but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the… sight.
He wondered – briefly and more than annoyed – at first, why – knowing Senri – G'raha would prepare his bedroom in the Pendants as it was. He – knowing his mortal – would never put a bed in the place where he was supposed to rest. Not many – outside of the Scions, because of Tataru's famous frustration – realized Warrior's aversion to beds. When forced to stay out of the Rising Stones for the night – be it at an inn or anywhere else – Senri would stubbornly pile up the blankets and anything else he could find and build a nest for himself to sleep in – then dismantle it before anyone could realize his… quirk.
He wasn't really ashamed of it – and realized that it was leftover from his life in his tribe's camp, one of his happiest memories when together with all the other boys they would pile up at night for warmth and comfort… when he didn't feel different and wrong – but he simply knew most would find that habit… weird. And sensitive as Senri was – under all the bluster – he hated causing others discomfort.
Other than Tataru, Ares guessed… knowing his mortal found the Lalafellin's efforts to appease him with comforts fitting his title… hilarious. And after so many times coming back to his bedroom in the Rising Stones and finding a new, each fancier than the other, bed inside it – to cause the strings of frustrated murmurs and sighs when he put it out using his unnatural strength to make space for his customary nest… even Azem found funny. Childish… but he couldn't begrudge his mortal having a little bit of fun annoying the Scions' receptionist.
Gods his witnesses, Senri could use any amount of fun he could find in his life.
So he was annoyed that G'raha – who was supposed to know his mortal above all else – would think the bed a correct… choice for Senri's suite. But now… looking at the inside of this particular… bedroom, he definitely could see that Damon's mortal did know how to appease his lover's instincts.
"I never dared to assume…" came a soft, low voice behind him - followed by the sound of the heavy material hitting the floor. "But over the years as I waited for you… this was sort of a small… project of mine. I tried to imagine what would best please you… T'senri."
While most of the room was empty – the crystalline walls decorated in the folds of the soft-looking black-red material giving the space quite… intimate feel – candles formed a loose circle around something that looked like a… lavish, decadent nest filled with pillows. Red and black dominated the room – darkened by the lack of light. But not like they needed it – with their feline eyes… he supposed, as for him it was quite… dark.
"I thought you wanted to…" he drawled, slowly turning around toward the other male… and froze at the sight. He didn't need the light to be blinded by the sheer beauty of the expanse of tanned skin mixed with the shine of the living crystal.
"Talk, yes..." there was something almost… feral to the tilt of G'raha's lips when he neared him and rested his crystalized hand over his heart… delicately pushing him back toward the nest. Naked, glorious Raha… with more than a spark of Damon's fiery temper mixed with sheer possessiveness in the crimson irises. Mesmerized by it, he easily let the smaller male push him back until the back of his calves hit the edge of the lavish creation. "I must say… I find the sight of you playing our game – with Thancred, no less – disappointing, Warrior. And that you would let him pin you down like that…" he clicked his tongue and that fire in his eyes flared to a blaze. "…infuriating. So… I guess I have to remind you, Snark… that you… are… mine," he growled, pushing against Ares's chest and he gasped involuntarily, falling back into the nest behind him.
He didn't mind – almost grinning – when he felt the stir from the cocoon around Senri's soul at the sound of his lover's nickname. So easy… It was almost scary how much power Senri allowed his Raha to have over him – scary if he didn't more than understood – as compelled by Damon since he laid his eyes on him and fell madly in love with his soul.
"Am I?" he drawled, bracing between the pillows on his elbows and baring his teeth at the other male with an obvious challenge to his claim. Come on, Raha… show me that temper and lure him out…
"Always," G'raha snarled, then as Damon predicted… pounced, and before Ares knew what exactly happened, he was almost brutally forced to his stomach, and crystallized fingers fisted in his hair roughly, pulling his head back while the infuriated Seeker climbed onto his back, pretty much… mounting him with a string of low, warning growls daring him to resist. He didn't – more than dazed by instant, furious lust slamming onto his senses while the other male rutted his erection against his ass meaningfully, tearing an instinctive, submissive mewl from his throat. Even more at the harder stir coming from the cocoon.
"You want to play, Raha?" he stifled his grin, carefully keeping his eyes closed when the harsh movement knocked the mask off his face.
"No, Snark," the male on top of him growled, pulling his head to the side. "I want to fuck you until you remember whom you belong to… then, now and forever…" he hissed, then Ares arched under him with a shout when G'raha bit him with a possessive snarl.
And only internally he laughed triumphantly when his mind was shoved back almost violently.
T'senri couldn't think, the flood of memories… simply stopped by the vibration of Raha's growl on his skin, his heat against his back, and the intoxicating cloud of cinnamon-almond scent so swollen with arousal as it filled his head… he could only whimper, helplessly rutting his painful erection against the soft surface under him, clawing desperately at the surrounding him red and black pillows while without breaking his bite, his Raha shoved brutally at his pants, impatiently pulling them off his hips.
"…Raha…" he mewled breathlessly when this done, his lover pulled back, panting harshly as he reached for something… then pushed his thighs apart roughly, and before T'senri could as much as collect his scattered wits… an oiled, slightly chilly, crystalized finger pushed inside him, swiftly working the tight ring of muscles into submission while the other male spread sharp bites over his shoulder.
The heady mix of fury and lust poured over his senses, making him dizzy – and even if right now he couldn't understand why and how did he manage to act so… coldly toward the man that meant more than life to him – he could hardly bring himself to mind if it got his lover so… intriguingly riled up.
Back at the camp, when he was his, he would get sometimes like this… though not to this degree. And afterward would apologize and act ashamed… despite T'senri assuring him that he loved every second of it.
That his normally gentle and caring historian would snap like this made him feel… wanted. Desired.
"You're mine, Snark," he whispered now, more like a growl when his low voice grew hoarse with lust and he added a second finger while rutting his more than interested cock against the back of Warrior's thigh impatiently. "Only mine..."
"Yes, yours," he half-purred, half-mewled, losing his mind in the painful pleasure of his ministrations. "O-only yours… R-Raha…"
Oh, Twelve… his cock was going to burst any moment now… and he couldn't breathe when his lover snarled with satisfaction, then pulled his crystalized hand back to exchange it for something so much… hotter.
The sensation of being taken, impaled oh, so slowly by almost too-hot flesh had him whine in the back of his throat, mindlessly pushing back against the intrusion, needing more after years of starving for him…
"Oh… wicked white," Raha whimpered, completely out of breath as his crystal hand locked around T'senri's hip, holding him in a bruising grip as the rest of him simply… shook while he pushed – too slowly – into him. "Still… so incredibly… tight, Snark… My beautiful… W-Warrior… so eager to be f-fucked…" he panted put, then swore, choking on it as he filled his ass up to the hilt.
"Only… by y-you," he mewled, struggling to keep still, though his muscles shook and jerked with the pure need for friction – any friction – letting his lover lead, take him at his leisure… anything, everything to please his mate…
"You're… such a… g-good boy, my Snark," Raha chuckled breathlessly, then T'senri almost passed out when his chilly, crystalized hand snuck under him and coiled around his throbbing flesh. "So… sweet as you… let me… f-fuck this… marvelous ass of y-yours…" he pulled back from him slowly, making him whimper at the loss… until he blew his mind by filling him again in a rough stroke that brushed the spot inside him… that send jolts of nearly painful pleasure across his nerves endings. He arched with a breathless whine of his lover's name, chanting and whimpering it when Raha groaned, soon pounding into him with long-missed, characteristic enthusiasm and pumping his cock in tandem with his thrusts. "…oh, gods… fuck, Senri… please… come for m-me… please, S-Snark… can't… too tight, too hot…" he was mewling now, biting on his shoulders between choked words as his strokes grew in strength and speed.
"M-mooore…" he whined desperately, shaking as the pressure at the base of his spine grew unbearable. His tail coiled around Raha's waist instinctively as he needed… wanted… had to… With his lover's pleasure pouring over his own, he was losing what was left of his mind – rolling his hips between an almost painful, tight grip around his cock and scalding heat sliding in and out of his insides… His muscles spasmed and clenched at each jolt across his nerves as Raha moaned and growled, reading his mind as he pushed off his back, wrapped his free hand around his hip, and pulled him back to his knees. His strokes – both on his cock and inside him – grew violent, his snarls and whimpers near-deafening… but what broke him…
"My Snark…!" his lover howled as he snapped, his too-hot seed painting his insides in mind-blowing, thick spurts. "My heart…" he whimpered, sagging against his back limply with deafening purrs. "…I love you, my Senri…"
And suddenly he was coming, gasping for the too-thick air desperately as the chilly hand around his cock tightened eagerly, milking him for all he got while his mate bit him again, purring loudly into his skin and feeding his overloaded senses with the heady mix of his love, devotion, and desire.
T'senri sagged bonelessly into the soft, red-black material surrounding them, purring his bliss as his senses simply… swam in the marvelous afterglow. The heady heat and weight of his lover against his back – his satisfied purrs as his Raha lapped soothingly over his bite, then nuzzled against his neck affectionately… was almost too much. It was… as soon he felt his eyes… burning and his throat tightened painfully around a sob.
"I'm… so sorry, Senri," his mate sighed, feeling his feelings… and he coiled around him possessively, protectively. "I was… so stupid. I never meant to… I'm sorry, my heart. I was so… shocked and scared… I k-know it's not an excuse… but I never meant to hurt you like this, Snark. And then… I didn't know how to fix this… or if I should. But you know I love you, I always loved you and I'll always love and want you… Please, tell me you know that..."
"You…" he cleared his throat, blushing when he heard how hoarse he sounded. "…you made a nest for me," somehow… in his scattered thoughts, that became his anchor.
Raha hesitated, then sighed and pressed an affectionate kiss over the bite mark on his shoulder.
"I did…" he whispered, then swallowed thickly and his normal fingertips brushed over the outline of the tattoo on T'senri's shoulder. "…and you marked yourself for me."
"I did…" he replied, closing his eyes with a tiny, relieved sigh. "We're both silly, sentimental idiots," he snarked, then grinned when his lover snorted a laugh inelegantly.
"We are," he agreed, chuckling quietly as he pressed his cheek against Warrior's neck and sagged against him bonelessly. "I love you, Snark."
"I love you too, my prince," he murmured… then yawned, suddenly so… sleepy. "I missed you…"
"I…" his lover yawned as well, nuzzling against his skin sleepily. "…m-missed you too…"
Their purrs grew louder as their mixed scents filled his head with every breath… T'senri didn't even think to resist as his consciousness drifted away into a content, happy dream.
"Silly boys," Damon chuckled, rolling to his back with a grin on his face. He did… love happy endings.
"Mortals," Ares grumbled, but his too-bright irises shone with amusement when he leaned over him.
"A beautiful work with that game, my love," he laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulders and soon with bliss drowning in a heated, delicious kiss. There was really something to say about Miqo'te' senses – he was quickly getting addicted to the way Ares tasted like this… "I seriously thought there for a moment that Raha is going to get a stroke," he added with a snigger.
"Thank you, my heart," Azem grinned, then wiggled his dark eyebrows playfully.
"Oh, and he knows about me," he said like an afterthought… and smiled sheepishly when his husband's eyes narrowed instantly. "I might have… got a bit over-eager in nudging him toward the… better solution for his conundrum."
"Why am I not surprised?" his lover chuckled when Damon pouted at that – but thankfully didn't look too worried about his… slip. "And he's okay with you taking a ride in his head?"
"Well…" he said slowly, as a small, devious smirk tilted his lips while he rolled a strand of inky-black hair around his crystalized finger. "…I might have omitted a few details about myself to him… and about your presence in general, Ares. Like, for example, that I can take over his body… or what I am. No choice, really… since he has some… unpleasant ideas about our people," he frowned when his husband snickered at that.
"So he's more like you than I thought," Ares smirked, pressing a fond kiss on his lips. "Loyal to a fault… and not above using anything available to help those whom he loves… Yeah, that definitely sounds familiar."
Damon flushed with pleasure, then smoothed his hands down his lover's back and clasped them around his hips.
"Do you… feel like playing, Ares?" he cooed, delicately nipping on his lower lip.
"With you…? Always," Azem grinned, then they exchanged another heated kiss, before laughing softly and shifting around until Damon settled behind his back with a devious grin. They did need to keep the fact that they could take over their mortals a secret… but with them having their fun – they finally could as well.
"Let's see if I can make you make all those delicious sounds your mortal did," he chuckled, roughly fisting his crystalized hand in Ares's hair and pulling his head back. When his cock slid without much effort in his husband's tight ass… oh, but that felt amazing… and when his lover uttered that maddening mewl-purr, pressing back against him… Ah, he definitely enjoyed all those little, mind-blowing quirks of their new bodies…
Their task turned out to be… surprisingly fun!