Raha yawned widely and blinked, then smiled somewhat sheepishly when he realized that he was in another dream.

With his face buried in the familiar heap of furs and blankets, heavily scented with sweet apples, he took a deep and soothing breath of it before somewhat awkwardly pushing his hands under his chest and climbing to all fours. Awkwardly, because apparently, this time, his fucked up consciousness decided to give him a set of heavy, red-feathered wings! But staring at his hands curled in the black mix of materials, he sighed with relief to see there were very much human-looking, at least!

After a moment of some adjusting and ginger flapping while glaring daggers at the feathered appendages, he managed to sit up, involuntarily smiling at the sight of the jewel-encrusted walls and ceiling around the 'nest.' Like in all of his previous dreams, it was sort of a smaller nook within a cave filled with a strange wooden contraption climbing up to the ceiling. A thing that did somewhat vaguely reminded him of a huge version of a cat house with scratch posts, catwalks, and – now that he had a good moment to look at it – at least two hammocks hanging high up.

Behind it, he could see an archway barred by a gold-looking plate decorated with pictures and jewels, and that new element of the place that felt familiar made him blush and snicker involuntarily – realizing that he was always so distracted by his ink-haired shapeshifter that he never actually was able to take his eyes off him long enough to look about…

His gorgeous male that apparently now was missing from the vision – which had never happened before…

Raha sighed miserably and then startled when something next to him moved. Following the movement of it, soon he grabbed an end of fluffed red tail… and felt it. Blinking rapidly, he let his hand follow its length up to his lower back – though those freaking big wings made it beyond awkward – and when he tugged at the base of it actually hurt!

…wasn't it that usually feeling pain was a way to wake up from a dream…?

Without any mirror in sight, he gingerly pawed on his body and… Yeah, it had to be a dream, because in addition to everything else, apparently, his ears decided to move up his head and get very much… cat-like.

"…no need to freak out, Raha," he muttered, holding his hands over his head (and those ears!) and staring numbly at his lap – where the end of that fucking tail twitched nervously. "It's another weird dream, that's all. You'll wake up and…" he trailed off and scowled, dropping his hands in his lap and looking about the cave.

…did he want to wake up, though?

What if that fucker was waiting for him in the real world with whatever reason he grabbed him, and Dam…

Damon!

Without a thought, he slapped himself over the face and swore when it didn't work. He pinched his arm, and still… despite the pain, the dream refused to melt away.

Swearing furiously, he awkwardly climbed to his feet and almost fell instantly with the mad flutter of those heavy wings, glaring daggers at them until, with some trial and error, they settled down over his back.

It was the fucking weirdest dream of his life (and that was saying something, all things considered!), but deciding that the best route was going along until his unconsciousness would let him out, made it easier to reassemble his senses, so to say. It felt very much like having three new limbs (two wings and the tail), and considering all of that ballast made walking a challenge due to being attached to his spine… Raha swore all the way through the long moment while he pretty much re-learned to walk – almost constantly falling over.

Finally deciding that he should be fine until he stuck to holding to the wall, he pulled one of the blankets that formed the nest and wrapped it around his waist – because, of course, he was naked, too! – and keeping his hand over the wall of the cave, headed toward the golden plate that looked like an exit.

Perhaps the sooner he would figure out what this stupid dream was about, the sooner he would be let out of it! Or something….

And he needed out! He had to find a way to get out of that fucking stupid cell and find his twin brother.

None but their parents realized that Damon wasn't… Well, the best-adjusted person around. When it came to IQ, it was way up there with the smartest people in history, but emotionally… he was a mess. And he didn't deal well if Raha wasn't there to… balance him.

Emotions were sometimes far too illogical for his twin, and when faced with them without a proper mindset, he tended to turn to logic that, in his case… Well, sometimes it ended badly. Or, as their parents explained to him after sitting him down one day and asking him to always look after his brother: Damon was too smart to have a sense of good and evil. Too smart to be able to properly function in a society where those for him so nonsensical ideas were so prevalent. And after they had a few discussions about it with some shrinks, their parents worried that if not managed correctly, their older son would turn – or already was – a psychopath, or something very scarily close to that.

Their saving grace was the fact that Damon was also smart enough to realize that – and with his uncanny logic set to course correct the situation by clinging to him. Faced with situations that he found baffling, he would turn to Raha for an explanation and a way how to proceed – and got impossibly anxious if he wasn't able to.

Plainly: Damon was scared of himself above anything else, and Raha needed to wake up and find him before he shut down. It happened once three years ago, and he swore that he would never let it happen again!

That golden plate covering the exit was covered with pictures of a woman with the head of a cat, which he somewhat vaguely recognized from history lessons as that Egyptian goddess that his shapeshifter apparently worshipped. Who – if he was getting it right – not only was real at least at one point but also created the Miqo'te in the first place. Looking at it, he somewhat regretted not listening more carefully to Damon's lectures about it – even as his face burned when he realized that the image depicted the said female among the tangle of the bodies in what left very little to the imagination. That plate was also surprisingly light, giving with a slight push and revealing a sight of a corridor with as golden walls and more depictions of that goddess.

Not thinking about that too deeply and deciding that his unconsciousness gave life to Senri's statement in the class that their religion was very important to the shapeshifters, he gingerly stepped out and looked toward the end of the long corridor on the left, unsure how to proceed. Was he supposed to find something in this vision to…

"H-Holy fuck…!" he flinched at the sound of his brother's voice and almost fell over, trying to turn toward it. Before he could, a set of hands grabbed his arm and helped him to keep his balance. "…sorry, didn't mean to startle you, but… just holy fuck, Raha!"

"This is the fucking weirdest dream ever," he muttered and awkwardly leaned his back against the wall, thinning his lips when he saw that the stupid vision decided to give his twin brother his eyes, too. If in the light falling from the torch set nearly above them, Damon's pupils looked just a tad too thin when his brother moved in front of him and gave him a distinctively awed once-over.

"Not to freak you out…" his twin said calmly and took hold of his hands, lacing their fingers tightly as if trying to reassure him. "…but you aren't dreaming, Raha. Wait…" he added softly when he opened his mouth, and he frowned and closed them, seeing the telltale cold look in his brother's eyes. "You trust me, yes?" he waited until he nodded, then still holding his hands, pulled him away from the wall and releasing his left hand, he shifted around him to pull Raha's arm over his shoulders, supporting his weight as he slowly nudged him down that corridor. "So to get you up to speed in broad strokes… Apparently, we had a shapeshifter somewhere between our ancestors, Raha, and that's why this… unusual eye color pops up in our dad's family, okay? But not a… normal Miqo'te like your Senri, but… a special one that is seemingly extinct. And very, very precious to them, so do expect a lot of bowing, hm?"

"…bowing?" he tossed him a deadpan stare if his gut tightened with mounting anxiety… as it looked more and more like he wasn't dreaming, after all.

"You trust me, remember?" his twin cooed, wrapping his arm around his waist. "Listen… it's okay, so don't… don't freak out, okay? I'm here, and you know I would never let anyone hurt you, yes?"

"Obsessively, yeah," he deadpanned, staring under their feet as he tried to breathe even. "So… it's not a dream?"

"No, but it's okay, remember?" Damon hummed, and focusing on his voice, he closed his eyes, letting himself be led by him slowly wherever he wanted as he tried not to think. It was slow, but eventually, his brother pulled him into another weird cave that – shockingly enough – at least was furnished and quite closely reminiscent of their bedroom. Or at least Damon's half of it, anyway. "Ares made it for me before leaving," his twin said before carefully helping him to sit down on the edge of his bed and helping him with the rearrangement of those stupid wings before he kneeled in front of him and took hold of his hands again. "You look… fucking cool, by the way. But what I mean, Raha, you're safe, okay? We're in Senri's lair – his Clan's lair, I mean, and I know it's freaky…."

"Where is he?" he whispered, freeing one hand to rub it over his face. Then he looked about the notebooks spread on nearly every surrounding surface and back to his twin. His usual calm was… helpful in helping to keep the anxiety back, but he really… really missed Senri, especially if it really wasn't a dream and he somehow turned into a winged version of a shapeshifter!

"I don't know, but I did hear some commotion earlier," Damon said carefully, then sighed. "Other than the obvious… are you feeling okay? I mean… nothing hurts and all?"

"Damon… I have wings," he snapped, then cringed and exhaled slowly. "Sorry… but I try really, really hard not to freak out, okay? If it's not a dream… If it's real… What the fuck happened? And who was that asshole…? Or was that a dream?"

His brother's expression tightened slightly while he leaned away from him and sat back on his heels. Then he launched into a longish, laconic explanation that by the end had Raha unsure what to think… or feel… but the certainty that his twin never lied to him – even when he would prefer that – helped him keep calm and consider it with a weird sort of detachment when his brother fell silent, though looking at him expectantly.

"So… we're those Allag-thing, and they… worship us?" he asked a tad incredulously and sighed when Damon nodded with a completely straight face. "And you plan to… ah, hook up with Senri's brother? I thought you aren't interested in that sort of thing?" which was a light way of putting it, honestly. Damon usually found everyone far too boring to keep his attention for more than it took him to figure them out – which was never long. And all things considered, Raha used to think he was asexual at the very best – after the way he described his 'experience' with the one girl that dared to ask him out.

Ashley Dennison, a pretty blonde from a higher class, seemed like a nice girl – or so he thought at the time, half a year ago – and he still occasionally caught himself thinking that maybe if he weren't so caught up in his own issues, he would know better than agreeing when his twin asked him if he should accept her invitation for a date. Again, his twin never lied to him, and he admitted that he wasn't interested in her – or anyone else – but was curious what had others so enamored with dating, and Raha naively hoped that perhaps if he did go, it would serve to help him with his usual dislike for anyone but him and their parents.

What could go wrong, right? The girl seemed okay and genuinely interested in him, and if dating her would help his brother with his issues…?

And as their luck would have it, it went as badly as it probably possibly could!

Damon wasn't a bad person – he just couldn't help the fact that he was too fucking smart, and he found people irritating and boring. And he was too smart to agree to anything that he found uncomfortable – and that included the bitch having a problem with taking a no for an answer. Though his twin described the whole thing with his usual cold demeanor after returning home from that date with a split lip and disheveled clothes, Raha got so pissed off that the next morning instead of school, he dragged his brother into the sheriff's office and demanded the girl to be arrested for an assault.

He was relieved when Sheriff Waters took it with complete seriousness and, after taking their statements, did actually arrest her, most of all because it helped him reassure his twin that what she tried wasn't in any way normal or acceptable. That the sheriff walked them to school after that and arrested her in front of everyone while she seemed busy explaining her black eye by giving his twin a reputation of a violent freak – was extra satisfying. Later every student was forced to attend an assembly where the sheriff, in no uncertain terms, stated that this sort of behavior (and that no means fucking no, no matter if said by a girl or a boy – his words, exactly!) won't be tolerated in their town.

Ashley's family moved out after that, thankfully, but the whole situation worked to make Damon seemingly even less inclined to interact with others than he already did – making him worry that he would never find someone who would be able to break through his cold demeanor.

In his own opinion, Damon was neither bad nor uncaring – but he did feel too hard, and in combination with his intellect, he tended to either downplay it or get scared, hiding behind his manners and logic to scare people off. But Raha knew – from experience – that if one managed to get him to open up, there was no one else as dedicated. As determined to make one happy – if he did sometimes go about it with a skewed worldview.

Plainly: he loved his twin and could never doubt that Damon loved him as (if not more) fiercely, and even if they fought or teased each other, he knew that if his brother said that something was okay, he could trust him that it was true. As Damon always trusted him to help him stay sane.

He knew they were co-dependent, but since it worked for them – and sometimes his brother was the only person who he could truly depend on – he didn't give a flying fuck about what some shrink could say about their relationship. They were born together, lived together, and caring about his brother gave his life meaning that few others could claim.

"It is the most logical thing to do," Damon said, and he narrowed his eyes at him tightening his hands around his twin's. "Okay, okay… I do like him, I think," he sighed and then pulled his hands free from his grip and curled in, resting his head in Raha's lap while he wound his arms around his legs. "I kissed him, and it was actually quite pleasant."

"You kissed him?" he asked with surprise, resting his hand over his brother's red hair.

"Mhmm, mostly because he seems determined to treat me like a child," the audible annoyance in his voice had him smile involuntarily. Damon never got annoyed – other than with him or about him – so if that guy managed to poke his temperament and didn't cause him to shut down behind his shields…? He chose to see it as a good sign if carefully kept the unbidden amusement from his voice.

"The nerve," he deadpanned instead.

"Exactly!" Damon grumbled, then sighed. "But it is also the most logical thing to do, too, Raha. Think about it… for them – if I'm getting all that right and looking at you now – we're like a fucking sign from their goddess that She's willing to give them another chance after the previous screw-up, right? But I've been mulling it over ever since Ares brought me here and… Well, I suppose that if I'm meant to pick someone, I rather take someone who we're quite dependent on at the moment. And who seems capable of keeping us safe because watching their people's reaction, brother… We're lucky that Ares seems quite… nice. And determined to protect us and not… treat us like a trophy or something. And he – and his brothers – apparently are the most powerful of their kind, too."

"Damon… that doesn't mean that you have to be with anyone, okay?" he said softly, petting his hair.

"I know, I know… but I do like him. I think. And he's literally as gorgeous as your Senri, which also doesn't hurt," his twin snickered, then turned his head and looked at him with one crimson eye. "And look… A short time in his company and my eyes turned so…" his smirk could be called only devilish, and Raha snorted involuntarily, flicking his nose delicately.

"You and your humor," he sighed, then looked up about his brother's… room? "But what do we do, Damon? I can barely walk like this without wobbling and… I feel weird. Like…" he closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and focused on the strange sensation prickling his senses. "…not bad, but so… weird. There's this… um… something like a hum in the back of my head, and it feels…" he trailed off, kind of pushing at the feeling, and it reacted! He gasped involuntarily when his head rang with quiet but insistent purrs that made his skin break out in goosebumps and tore a matching sound from his throat. If anything, it was far, far too pleasant, and he flushed up to his hairline, realizing his extremely swiftly mounting arousal, half-consciously thankful for the blanket folded around his waist and over his lap. The strange awareness of another mind grew, flooding his senses with the sensation of… he had no idea, not really, but it felt… soothing and impossibly arousing at the same time, sending nearly violent shudders down his spine and making his new limbs react a tad uncontrollably: his tail curled, and his wings fluttered wildly.

"…feels?" his twin asked, and when he opened his eyes, Damon was still in the same pose, but his eyes got this familiar calculating look he got whenever faced with something he found interesting. And because of that – and despite his bubbling embarrassment – he decided to be completely honest.

"I'm not sure, but it's… very pleasant," he admitted, then looked up at the ceiling, considering it. "Like… Like Senri, I guess. Warm and… caring," that felt like a weak way to describe it, but he couldn't think of any more fitting words as that sensation gradually grew more and more intense, making his heartbeat thrum at triple speed and his hands shoot to wrap in the sheet in Damon's bed as an embarrassing moan slipped his lips. "God, but… Holy fuck…" he gasped, then closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath as his whole fucking body throbbed with painful arousal. "What the fuuuck…?"

Sudden noise broke through the mounting haze, and he flinched slightly when his brother stood up, sniggering quietly while heading toward the door of his room – or that plate, at least – and he wasn't sure what exactly he expected, but couldn't deny the mind-numbing relief when Damon pushed it open, revealing the sight of Senri.

"Bast…" he flustered involuntarily under his awed gaze, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands. He folded them in his lap and bit his lower lip, watching his brother move aside with a funny bow inviting the shapeshifter inside if his boyfriend didn't seem even to notice it, utterly focused on him up until he fell to his knees in front of him. "The glory of you, mate, take my breath," he whispered, and Raha felt his face burn like inferno… but not in an unpleasant way.

Who the fuck wouldn't want a man as gorgeous as his male to look at them like that...? Like the whole fucking universe started and ended with him…

"H-Hey…" he trailed off, cringing at his own awkwardness, and looked down at his hands, wrangling them as he tried to think about anything to say or do… or something. He gasped involuntarily when a set of bigger, hot hands curled about his, and Senri smiled soothingly when his gaze darted up.

"I'm sorry you woke up alone, Raha," he said softly, then his right hand left his and lifted, soon tenderly wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer until their foreheads met. He was so tall that even on his knees, he was taller than him sitting, but as his warmth and sweet scent surrounded him, he couldn't resist rising his shaky hands and wrapping his arms around his neck, then shifting to bury his face against his throat.

"I have… wings!" he grumbled petulantly, and even hearing his brother snicker at his expanse, he couldn't help but feel relieved when Senri carefully wrapped his arms around his lower back and nuzzled against his shoulder.

"Gorgeous wings," he purred, then set a kiss on his heated cheek before leaning away as far as Raha allowed him… which wasn't that much. "I felt you reach for me, kitten. And I came. But it's…" he visibly searched for words, then sighed and turned his head away, looking toward his brother and then back at him as he said something almost apologetically in that musical language of his.

"…oh?" Damon hummed while moving to sit next to him carefully, and a longer exchange followed, which made him frown while looking between their expressions. Making a mental note to ask his brother to teach him that language later – especially if they were expected to stay here, he rested his forehead against his boyfriend's shoulder, if looking toward his twin while waiting for an explanation. Finally, Damon nodded, then cleared his throat and looked toward him, though at least smiling. "He's saying that his brothers are still out looking for that asshole, but apparently, meanwhile, their goddess decided to break her silence."

"Huh?" he frowned with confusion, involuntarily tightening his arms around his lover's shoulders.

"Bastet, brother, seems to be carefully watching," Damon winked at him, then carefully ran his hand over his wing next to him. "And perhaps as a gesture of goodwill, send us Her daughter to teach us everything. And since she apparently wished to see only either Ares or one of his brothers, he was called to attend her."

"Wait… What the fuck?" he gasped, pushing back from Senri and gawking between them. "Like… Literally? A goddess? Is watching me… us? And why? And what I'm supposed to do with… that?" he was quite aware that his voice was rising in pitch, but he was getting really past the point of his tolerance at this point!

Damon sighed, then turned, and despite his bubbling panic, he calmly unwrapped his arms from Senri and forced him to turn a tad awkwardly (because of those fucking wings!), then pulled him into a tight hug.

"Hush, it's okay, remember?" he whispered, and Raha clung to him, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath.

"It's been only… few days…?" he murmured, fighting to collect his thoughts. "And every-fucking-thing… is upside down. How can that be… okay?"

"Because I say so, and you trust me, yes?" Damon asked and patiently waited until he exhaled softly and nodded. "See… It's okay because I'll never let anyone hurt you, yes? Senri, too, he cares about you very, very much, so he won't let anything bad happen, right?"

"Never," his lover said softly, curling his hands around Raha's lap, if letting him stay in his brother's embrace.

They stayed like that for a long moment before his heartbeat slowed down gradually, and he could breathe easier, sagging against Damon with an embarrassed chuckle.

"S-Sorry," his voice was so hoarse that he barely recognized it.

"Again, it's okay," his twin said, then leaned away and nudged him to sit straight while saying something briefly toward Senri in his tongue that, when Raha looked toward him with uncertainty, had the shapeshifter nod along dutifully without taking his pale eyes off him. "I told him to keep in mind the fact that you're going to need some time to readjust – to everything and that you have trouble walking because of those," Damon smiled soothingly, pointing toward his new limbs. "And, if you don't mind, Raha, that he should take you back to his nook – that's how they call it, by the way – so you can rest. I'm also tired," he added hastily when he opened his mouth to protest, and Raha snapped them close, lowering his eyes to his lap and cringing at his neediness. "It's perfectly normal that you feel overwhelmed, brother," his twin sighed and gave his arm and comforting pat before putting his hand under his chin and forcing him to look up toward Senri's worried frown. "But look… He's literally dying for you to let him take care of you, hm? So for now… just let him, okay? And after you feel better and more confident, we will think of what next. For now… just relax and let those silly cats worship you, right?"

"Yes, please, kitten," and saying that, Senri gave him an absolutely adorable, pleading look, standing up and offering him his big hands. "Let me help?"

Raha sighed softly, then looked toward his brother's encouraging smile then, finally gingerly took hold of his boyfriend's hands, flushing involuntarily while he delicately pulled him up to his feet, then easily leaned in and, with a brief kiss on his cheek, picked him up, then patiently waited until he awkwardly wrapped one wing around his back, then could finally comfortably lean against his chest.

"Thanks, Damon," he said softly, curling into his lover's arms.

"Yes, thank you," Senri grinned at his brother cheerfully, slightly tightening his arms under his knees and around his back. "You ready, mate?" he asked toward him, and when he nodded without looking up, Damon stood up and moved around them to open and hold the door.

"That's my job," he said snobbishly, and Raha snorted quietly, knowing that it was quite correct.

Damon needed him, but he also needed him in turn. Especially now when everything else seemed… so confusing. And as enamored as he was with his shapeshifter… he just knew him too short and too little to trust him as much as he trusted his twin brother. He wanted to – and was probably more than half already in love with him – but still…

He stayed silent while his lover took him back to that first – familiar – 'nook' he woke up in and carefully helped him settle down in the black nest. Raha kept his eyes down while he a tad shakily unraveled the blanket but kept it over his lap, picking on the material nervously as Senri reflected his pose, kneeling in front of him but raising his hand and resting it against his cheek. He didn't push or pull, didn't touch him otherwise, but only rumbled on low, soothing purrs, and Raha gradually relaxed, closing his eyes and leaning his head into his palm.

"You're so beautiful, Raha," his lover purred, tenderly smoothing his thumb over his skin when it heated up at the remark. "So cute…"

He took a deeper breath and feed with a mouthful of his sweet scent, he gasped at how it felt almost like a punch in the gut, especially when Senri's scent somehow seemed to grow thicker and so… tasty, he swallowed thickly, feeling his blood shimmer with heat. His head rang with that sound again, but now delicate and inviting, if hesitant. It didn't, however, change his body's reaction, and he almost choked on the answering purrs. And he definitely didn't mind when Senri slightly tilted his head and leaned in, moving closer as their very quickly speeding-up breaths mixed.

He wasn't sure how that happened, but when he peered toward him through his lashes, the pants he wore earlier were gone, and as unnerving as should be the sight of his very, very obvious arousal, it brought back the hazy memory of that thick flesh pressing into him until he felt like he's going to burst with it… and that deep, hot friction…

"Want you, kitten," Senri breathed against his lips, and he looked up into the ice-blue fire of cat-like irises, then swallowed thickly and gave in, pushing the blanket off his lap as he climbed up to his knees, catching those almost too-pretty lips into a kiss before wrapping his arms around his shapeshifter's neck. His gorgeous male growled with approval and set to attempt to eat him alive, soon curling his hands around Raha's hips and pulling him closer until he helplessly climbed into his lap, drowning both hands in the fur-like silk of his black hair for purchase.

Hypnotized by the push and pull of their tongues, by the brush of fangs between their lips, and the sweet flavor of his beast's mouth, he barely registered purring insistently. It was drowned out by the sensation of the hot skin on his painfully aroused flesh as he rubbed against Senri, half-consciously looking for relief from mounting pressure. So caught up in his lover's kiss, he didn't register the moment his stupidly heavy wings wrapped around his boyfriend's back, locking them in the crimson cocoon or the way his tail reflected the way another, ink-black, coiled about his lower back, both flexing as with his grip on his hips Senri prompted his body into a rhythm matching their mouth.

Soon he whimpered breathlessly as the pressure grew painful and nagging, and he couldn't help but rut against his lover's stomach, feeding him his moans at the barely there relief. Then Senri's hand slipped off his hip, and his fingertips slid between his buttocks while his other arm curled around his back. Raha froze with a choked whine when his lover's hand moved over the base of his right wing, while the finger of the other pushed inside him slowly.

"Sensitive?" his lover purred against his lips, tenderly petting the fine feathers covering the flesh and, at the same time, almost teasingly pumping his finger to relax his body. And Raha honestly wasn't sure which of the sensations was the most mind-numbing. He only hid his face against his boyfriend's throat, trying – and failing – to stifle his embarrassingly loud moans. Shifting his arms around, he shakily dug his fingers into Senri's lower back, hesitantly rocking against him in the rhythm of that digit pressing into him. Soon it became the sole focus of his world, of his fucking universe, and when another finger pushed inside him, he bit down on Senri's shoulder without thought or warning, whimpering breathlessly around the flesh when his lover choked on a surprised groan, and his other hand tightened around the base of his wing… and he couldn't take it, coming with a blinding intensity as his teeth dug deeper into the flesh, barely working to stifle his embarrassed whine as his senses swam with the high of the orgasm.

Until Senri snarled and bit him back, and when his fangs pierced his skin Raha felt something inside him expand, giving his overwhelmed senses a mind-shattering feedback of his lover's heady mix of pleasure and lust right before Senri hooked his hand under his knee pulling it higher by his side, then moved under him and whimpered needily positioning against him. And feeling his need, his own, and with the memory of that heated dream, he couldn't help but tighten his arms and wings around him securely, then push back against the scorching flesh nudging his. He broke his bite with a shaky gasp when the head of Senri's dick breached the taut muscle, then choked on a groan when his boyfriend's hand curled around his ass and held him still while he surged up. The downright scorching sensation of the deep penetration tore a string of gasps and moans from his throat as he clung to him, trying to catch his breath as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Then Senri pulled back just enough to catch his mouth into another intoxicating kiss, purring near-deafeningly as their tongues tangled with each other.

Shuddering in his arms and feeding him the backdrop of his lust and unbridled adoration, soon it felt natural and needed to lift against him, whimpering breathlessly under his mouth at that maddeningly deep friction and then drop in his shaky grip for more of it. Soon they rolled against each other, with their kiss growing increasingly desperate and sloppy as Senri's big hands helped him find the rhythm, and Raha got lost in chasing the mounting pleasure.

Senri's. His own. He wasn't exactly sure as their senses tangled, and soon it was hard to say where his body ended, and his lover's began. It didn't matter, though, as the heat and pressure grew and between his cock rubbing against the taut wall of muscles on his boyfriend's stomach and the scorching spear of his cock sliding in and out of him, nothing mattered but the approaching sensation of release. Whose? He didn't know either, he could only feel and feel and feel…

And it slammed onto their entangled senses, tearing a breathless shout from his mouth at the shocking intensity of it when Senri's hands clamped around him securely, and he moaned brokenly. His whole body spasmed uncontrollably when his lover's dick knotted, and he toppled into one peak right after another, but this time his boyfriend was right there with him, in his head, in his body, and in… his soul, whimpering and moaning alongside him as they clung to each other up until the storm passed and Raha sagged in his shapeshifter's arms with a breathless gasp, then fought to catch his breath. He shivered involuntarily while Senri buried his face against his throat with blissed-out purrs, nuzzling into his skin as he ran his hands soothingly over his back and wings.

And for a moment, as he allowed himself to drown in his lover's tender ministrations, Raha shyly thought that perhaps Damon was right and it was okay… and he could leave the worrying for another day.

After all, his brother never lied…


"What the fuck…?" Damon sagged against his bed and then covered his overheated face with his hands, trying to catch his breath, and the sensations waned gradually.

After Senri carried his twin off, he went back to going through his notes… to a few minutes later get downright assaulted by the torrent of not his sensations, and considering that most of it were… quite pleasant….

Who was he fucking kidding? He didn't even need to move, and before he knew what was going on, the redhead tumbled into a shockingly intense orgasm – to be followed by a whole fucking round of them.

Really… What the fuck…?

As breathing became easier, he sat up and grimaced involuntarily at his disheveled state, then with more amusement than a true discomfort, grabbed a change of clothes and towel and headed toward the door and outside, hoping he could find someone who could point him toward a shower… or something.

Right near the door, he stumbled upon a blonde shapeshifter, looking somewhat flushed and, at the same time, quite shell-shocked.

"Sorry," Damon said, stopping the teenage-looking man who blinked rapidly toward him with quite pretty mismatched eyes, white and blue. "Could you tell me where I can find a bath or a shower?" he made sure to ask in their language.

"Ah… I can show you the baths, syid," the blonde replied, then exhaled deeply and ran his hand through his messy hair. "I was on my way there, anyway. Just had the strangest experience, I swear…."

"…oh? Ah, I'm Damon, by the way," he offered, falling in step with a much taller man but didn't comment on the fact that he was naked. It didn't take a genius to quickly pick up on the fact that Miqo'te didn't seem much bothered with nudity since Ares brought him here.

"I guessed," the blonde grinned cheerfully. "Not many humans around here with crimson eyes, my lord. I'm Rahm, and I hope you don't mind, but…" Whatever he was about to say cut off when he froze mid-step, staring at something ahead with an even more dumbstruck look. Damon followed his gaze and involuntarily whistled at the sight of a gorgeous female with white hair cropped in line with her jaw and as white wings – which instantly tipped him off, obviously – but more even awed by her attire. Sheer material decorated with thin gold chains and small jewels left little to the imagination but at the same time… Well, he was tempted to believe the impression was more powerful than if she was naked!

"Greetings, Brother," the female moved in front of him gracefully and, with a polite smile, bowed. "I hoped to see you soon, if perhaps… in better circumstances. May I ask where I can find baths…?" she turned her teal eyes toward Rahm, and when he looked quite… indisposed, Damon shoved his elbow into the blonde's side as discreetly as humanly possible, and he finally shook himself up.

"Ah… yes, of course, my lady," Rahm bowed then, with a dark flush, motioned toward the end of the corridor. "We were just about to go there, please, if you wish to join us, you're more than welcome."

"Thank you," the winged woman smiled at the blonde brilliantly, and the redheaded, for a moment, was almost worried that he would have to use first aid… or something. Biting back a smirk, he smiled politely at the female when she pointedly moved next to him when they headed down the corridor. Soon he saw more 'doors' opening and more shapeshifters, some in the beast and others in humanoid shapes, heading in the same direction. Only those that spotted the female on his side stopped by the walls and bowed deeply, whispering, 'Bast be praised,' when they passed them. The woman didn't really seem unnerved or disturbed by that, smiling and gracefully nodding like a princess indulging her adoring populace. "I must admit, that projection was quite… potent. Am I right guessing it was your brother…?" she looked toward him expectantly.

"Excuse me?" he frowned with confusion if the creeping suspicion had him thin his lips for a moment before continuing. "What do you mean? And who are you?"

"Ah… I'm sorry," she flustered visibly, then sighed with a hint of frustration and folded her hands over her abdomen as her face flushed slightly. "I keep being rude… My name is Shtola, and Mother sent me here to help you and your brother master your magic… before you accidentally hurt someone."

"Mother… meaning Bastet?" he hummed, and she smiled. "That's why your eyes aren't red?"

"Oh? Ah, no!" she said and bit her lip, mulling something over before adding. "That's something that I would prefer discussing in… private, perhaps later?"

"As you wish," he replied, then sighed. "But tell me this… What do you mean by ''harming'' someone?"

Shtola's face grew serious, and she looked down, lowering her voice.

"Our magic is… Can be very dangerous, Damon."

"What is it?" Rahm chimed in, then flushed darkly when the female looked at him with surprise. "Sorry… But I was always wondering about that… And none of the stories we heard… mentioned that, my lady."

"Ah…" she trailed off, then sighed and caught Damon's inquisitive gaze. "We commend life…" she whispered, raising her left hand. "…and death…" she lifted her right hand, then folded them together in front of her chest. "…and every pleasure and pain in between. Mother calls it 'Expression,' and your brother, I suppose, gave us a taste of the more pleasant aspect of that gift."

"…they bring joy…" Rahm murmured barely audibly under his nose, but Damon didn't pay it much mind, mulling it over.

"So… like the magical opposite of empathy, then?" he finally asked. "You don't feel what others feel… but literally make others feel what you do?"

"Among other things, yes," she nodded with a smile.

"Oh…" he trailed off, then snorted. "Oh, boy, but Raha's going to freak out!" and started laughing uncontrollably at the idea of his twin's face when he would tell him he served the whole fucking lair of shapeshifters – or close to that by the looks of it – with a taste of his… exploits with Senri! "Neat!"

And he was snickering about that all the way toward the baths.