After more than a hundred years of celibacy, there were… very few better things in life than waking up to a man you love above anything in the world eagerly sucking your cock. Or at least that was… very loose thought running through G'raha's head when without opening his eyes he arched with a breathless whimper of approval. His crystalized hand shakily tangled in almost too soft hair as the other clenched painfully in the soft material of the nest under him – looking for an anchor as his mind simply… swam in the heady mix of lust and pleasure – half not his own.
Senri purred around his flesh – tearing a helpless, choked whine of his name from his throat – then his big hands wrapped around G'raha's thighs. Fingers digging in his skin, he pulled them around his head, bobbing his head slightly as he freed one hand and his fingers delicately probed at the tight ring of muscles between his buttocks. More than eager, G'raha mewled his name, tightening his grip on his Warrior's hair, and when he finally opened his eyes, struggling to catch his breath, and looked down… He almost came at the sight alone, icy-blue irises burning with lust as they caught his dazed stare.
He swallowed thickly, dropping his head back into the pillows while he tried to collect his scattered wits.
"…l-love your… m-mouth," he gasped, then whimpered when that made his lover purr again, the vibration of it truly maddening. Soon he couldn't help himself but roll his hips, mewling softly as he fucked those almost too-pretty lips – his needy sounds only growing louder and more insistent while Senri used his movements to press his finger inside him.
Losing himself in the mix of sensations, fisting both hands in inky-black strands and his whimpers growing a keening edge when another finger joined the first – he was chanting his Warrior's name between strings of gasps, mewls, and profanities… His movements growing jerky and erratic as the pressure to come so quickly grew unbearable – the steady purrs vibrating on his cock as his lover took him up to the hilt, and the slight burn and stretch as his fingers skillfully worked his body into submission – all of it too much to bear.
He tried to hold on – as it simply felt too good to let it end too soon – but he was losing this battle quickly. Before he knew it, he was coming, gasping Senri's name when his lover hummed with satisfaction, swallowing around his flesh eagerly. Drowning in bliss, fighting to catch his breath as his heartbeat thrummed deafeningly between his ears… he only choked out a breathless whine when his Warrior pulled back with a hoarse chuckle, then trailed soft, soothing kisses up his stomach, climbing up his body.
"I love how you look like this, Raha," his lover rasped, then buried his face against his shoulder while his hands hooked around G'raha's thighs and pulled them high against his sides. Realizing his intent, he purred, nuzzling against his shoulder while he wrapped his legs around him, digging his heels around the base of his black tail and arching under him. Coiling his arms around Senri's shoulders, clawing at his shoulder blades for purchase, he could only gasp when almost too-hot flesh slowly pressed inside him. "…oh, fuck…" his Warrior mewled breathlessly into the skin of his throat, his hands scrambling to wrap around G'raha's hips and hold for dear life as he slowly took him.
"Yesss… fuck…" he hissed mindlessly, dizzy with an overload of sensations as he tried to force him deeper, faster, using his heels as leverage. Shuddering and gasping his name on top of him, his Warrior complied, sinking the rest of the way in one harsh stoke and G'raha almost passed out, arching under him with a shout. The feeling of Senri's cock buried inside him up to the hilt – so hot and sending near-violent shudders along his spine while his lover mewl-purred his name in that marvelous way of his – had his dick throbbing with renewed interest between their bodies.
"Oh, Azeyma… s-so unbearably… tight, Raha," his Warrior gasped, then nipped right below his jaw before taking a deep, steadying breath and lifting above him on his elbows, his expression almost pained as his icy-blue irises – so full of devotion – met crimson eyes, dazed with pleasure. He rolled his hips slowly, biting back a whimper when G'raha moaned deeply, rocking to meet the stroke. "…so b-beautiful, my mate," he choked out, then caught his mouth in a deep, mind-blowing kiss while he started to rock into him much, much harder… faster…
Lost between his addictive taste on his tongue, their mixed, intoxicating scents filling his head with each shaky breath, and the way his Warrior soon pounded into him – fucking him with relish and feeding him his choked snarls and groans – he could only take it, leaving deep gashes at his Senri's back as his mismatched hands scrambled for purchase. Rolling and rocking his hips eagerly to try to meet his insane rhythm, while purring insistently under his mouth… wanting… needing… craving all of him… his beautiful, sweet Snark…
Without conscious thought, feeling a strange pressure growing in the back of his head – his heart and soul – his hands shot up to fist in black hair, and he devoured his Warrior's choked whine as he… let the pressure go instinctively.
Senri went utterly rigid above him, his surprised, breathless mewl shot down G'raha's throat while his cock jerked inside him noticeably, spilling too-hot seed on his insides. He barely noticed coming as well, his mind completely lost in the flood of feelings and memories as their souls collided, then clung to each other desperately.
More than a century of loneliness and isolation simply melting away as his lover's presence filled his head and heart – he didn't feel when Senri sagged on top of him bonelessly, shuddering violently – their choked breaths and tears mixing as his soul… swelled until he felt like it'll burst out of his skin… the trust, the love and pure devotion of his Warrior's… all of it filling him up until he thought he's going to burst at the seams with it.
Images flashing behind his closed eyelids – like a play on an extreme speed, feeding his mind with his lover's life – had him shudder, whimper and chuckle… until…
"You almost slept with Estinien?" he snarled, his eyes shooting wide open.
"You wanted to die for me?" his Warrior hissed at the same time, his icy-blue eyes darkened and narrowed into slits.
They bared their teeth at each other simultaneously, hissing their outrage… then blinked at the same time, frowning.
G'raha heard something almost like… a patient sigh in the back of his head – and delicate, mental slap – while his lover suddenly paled until his face was white as a sheet – and pulled back from him almost brutally, scrambling to the other side of the nest – his eyes wide as saucers.
"Senri…?" he hesitated, sitting up slowly and looking at his man with surprise. "What's wrong?"
"Why… why do you have an Ascian inside you?" his Warrior hissed, with a mix of terror and disgust on his handsome face.
"An Asc…?" he murmured… then paled and his jaw dropped.
Because his lover's expression suddenly went slack for a second, then his eyes… changed. Vertical pupils dilated impossibly, the irises grew… too-bright – unnatural, sky-blue instead of pale ice…
"Great," his Warrior grumbled, sitting back against the edge of the nest and running his fingers through his hair with… an annoyed look on his face. "You broke him again."
"Huh?" G'raha shifted to sit on his knees with uncertainty, then slowly reached out, delicately brushing his fingertips against his lover's leg. "Senri… what's going on?"
Another soft sigh in the back of his head.
That's not Senri, murmured Damon in quite a… sheepish tone. You know… how you have me, Raha? Well… Senri isn't alone in his head either. We just didn't want him to know about… his passenger.
G'raha backed away with a gasp, his eyes round as saucers while narrowed, too-bright blue eyes watched his every move… with a strange mix of amusement and annoyance in their depths.
"You're…" he almost choked, feeling all the blood drain from his face. "Both of you… you're Ascians…?"
"Technically… not exactly," his lover… no, the thing living inside his lover grinned at him from Senri's face. "Now, don't freak out, G'raha… But I have to erase those last few minutes from Senri's head – poor boy has a… very bad experiences with our kind."
And suddenly… it clicked and his eyes narrowed into slits.
"It was you," he gasped, involuntarily pointing his shaky, crystalized finger at the… man? "Last few weeks… it was you. The mask and…"
"Bravo," he snarked, clapping ironically and raising his eyebrows pointedly. "You got me… finally. I'm Ares…" he grinned again, leaning toward him slightly. "And Damon is my husband – so play nice… or you'll simply forget about this as well."
His thoughts racing, he tried to calm his breath and carefully moved as far away from him as possible – while trying not to be too obvious about it.
"How… long? And why us…?" he murmured, then cleared his throat when heard how… hoarse he sounded.
"How long… what?" the… Ascian chuckled, scratching his chin in… too familiar gesture. "How long have we been inside you? All your lives. How long we have been awake? Since the moment you mated – Damon, at least," he hummed, sounding amused – but his eyes watched red-headed Seeker's every move carefully and with some sort of… consideration. "Why you…? Simple… you're us – or rather, we were you, before the Sundering."
His thought process ran to a stop at the statement, then got stuck… at one tidbit.
"Since we… mated?" he hesitated, swallowing thickly as he remembered what Damon said… that h had been with him since he connected himself to the Tower.
The first time you… fucked, Raha… When you passed out so suddenly, remember? Damon said slowly in his head. That was what woke me up… and I awoke Ares – then we broke your bond apart… temporarily.
"W-why…?" he stammered, feeling his heart stutter and pound unevenly. All this time they were…?
Because we knew what was going to happen, his… passenger said carefully while his… husband watched him with a small smirk. With you and the Tower. And Ares… is almost too powerful for Senri's soul – the Blessing protects them – but it was too risky for the both of them to allow you to be bonded when you went into slumber, Raha. It could have killed them – since even before waking up – Ares's presence affected Senri. His strength, senses, and speed… The Blessing only sort of… activated them – but it's nothing more than the protection of one's – in their case, two – soul. Then, once you were reunited we restored the bond… and you know how it went. Your reaction hurt him so bad… Ares couldn't bring him back without resorting to drastic measures… both of you wouldn't like. And we need him – sane and whole…
"Need him… for what?" he whispered, closing his hands into fists in his lap. He knew he hurt him but… gods… His heart clenched with misery.
To save someone… very important to us, Damon whispered softly, soothingly. Someone… who has given up on his life and wants to use your lover as means to his demise… which we refuse to allow.
"Why… why tell me all of this?" he closed his eyes, clearing his throat then opened them with effort and focused on too-bright irises, working his jaw slightly. "Why not… Senri? Or just… erase it?"
"As you just saw… he's not very stable," the thing… Ares, scowled, narrowing his eyes at him. "I know you just had a peek at some of his memories… And I expect that once you have time to sift through them, you'll notice certain… inconsistencies."
"Inconsistencies…?" he repeated, feeling quite… numb.
"Yes," the man nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. "Those are… leftovers from the times when I had to either alter his memories or compel him to do or not do something, depending on the situation."
"Huh?" he murmured, completely confused.
"Eh, maybe it's just better if I make you forget about this… slip," Ares grimaced, running his fingers through Senri's inky-black hair. Then he sighed and his too-bright eyes focused on him again. It was just… too strange and made his heart pound evenly with… worry for his lover. But Damon… helped him. Gave him a way to save Senri without dying… to let him stay with his Warrior… maybe. "Listen, G'raha… Thing is, I don't want to erase your mind every time you guys… mate and he gets a glimpse of Damon and freaks out. I know how his… alteration with Lahabrea went – and what he thinks of our people in general… but we're like you – not all of us are bad and want to destroy your world. Me and Damon… we're quite content as we are, sharing your bodies. We were born inside you – not possessed you like Lahabrea did Thancred… so we simply… can't leave you. And I love Damon as much as your Senri loves you – so we would very much… appreciate your… willing cooperation. You took Damon's presence quite well, and though we planned to… keep my presence a secret and in general keep Senri unaware… I don't think in these conditions it'll be possible."
"What… conditions?" he whispered, growling quite… nervous when the other man stared at him intently – and he almost… self-consciously pulled one of the surrounding him pillows in his lap – suddenly too aware that this wasn't… Senri. And even if they could see everything… oh, Twelve… his face was on fire as he dropped his eyes to his lap.
"Your bond… I didn't expect it'll be like ours," the man wearing his lover's face said… and his voice for some reason grew much more delicate. "I don't think it's like that with the other mortals… but our presence changed that for you. Same as Senri's physiology changed because of me…"
"Changed…? From what?" he looked up with uncertainty.
"Ah, that's the tricky part," Ares ran his fingers through Senri's hair again, visibly looking for words. "You see… And maybe you're the only person in existence that it won't sound completely crazy for… But at some point in the future, your Senri will use this Tower to travel back in time to our world – your world before it was Sundered."
G'raha's jaw positively dropped, and his eyes shot so wide it felt like they were going to pop out of his head. But as insane as it sounded… He was right, he could hardly argue with that…
"Once there, he'll meet us," the… immortal continued as if discussing the weather and not… "And tell us… of many things that had us decide… to change the future. Damon, you see… Was and is the brightest mind of our time, so he invented a spell to let us… reincarnate fully into you. He has woven it into our souls – using the renewal of our eternal bond as the… catalyst for his awakening. In short, you – our reincarnations – mated, he woke up, then woke me and went back to sleep because at the time your body and soul were too weak to handle his fully awake presence."
He blinked dumbly, trying to… make sense of it.
"And now… it isn't?" he stammered nervously.
It is, Damon whispered. Even eight times rejoined… I would be too much for you. But since you connected yourself with the Tower, I've been able to… pour my aether into it to lessen my impact on your soul – and stay awake.
"We tried to change as little as possible from what we knew… was supposed to happen," his husband continued. "There's… someone we want to save – that's the whole goal of this… ordeal – but…" he hesitated, then sighed with a hint of resignation and smiled… sheepishly. "I came to love Senri. He's… a sweet boy, doing his best… in awful circumstances, his fate tosses his way."
As I came to love you, Raha, Damon whispered, without a hint of shame. G'raha blinked, not sure… what to think about that.
"So… we tweaked some… situations," Ares sighed, folding his arms over his chest. "Like – for example – Damon made you 'forget' to shield your scent from Senri – so he'll know who you are," he raised his hand when G'raha opened his mouth to protest. "We needed you bonded – so you can help him pour the Light into the Tower. Otherwise, he's fated to use it to kill… the person we want to save. And before you think you didn't want it… You do, believe me."
G'raha scowled, shifting uncomfortably. The idea that Damon can affect him this way… sounded bad. Or…
"He wouldn't forgive you," the Ascian added with another sigh, watching his expression. "The T'senri we met… he has never forgiven you for this stunt – as you almost succeeded in killing yourself for him. Almost… since the person, we want to save intervened – but fact reminded – up to the moment that he met us, you were not together and Damon told me that he was… quite torn about it. And knowing how much he is like me in that regard – I can give you a pretty accurate guess, G'raha – he would never forgive you, no matter how much he loved you."
He wilted, swallowing thickly as he dropped his eyes between them – his heart clenching painfully.
If all of this was really true… he owed them more than he could ever repay. But…
"Who?" he whispered, without raising his eyes. "Who is it… that you want to save so badly you would do all of… this?"
"My little brother," the man opposite him said softly, and when G'raha looked up he smiled at him a bit crookedly. "Hades. You know him as Emet-Selch, the Ascian who approached us today – as we knew he will," he took a deep breath, then scowled. "We believe… No, we're sure, he means to use Senri to end his immortal life. Groom him with Light – setting him to absorb it from Lightwardens – and when the last of them is down and Senri is stuffed with it to the brim… provoke your Warrior to challenge him and let him win. That's what happened in that other timeline – what we mean to prevent. To save my little brother… teach him a lesson along the way – and give him a reason to… reconsider. Ahhh…" he smiled when G'raha tilted his head curiously. "…let's leave that for another time, hopefully. Anyway… since your bond is the way it is – we have two options, G'raha. Either I wipe your memory completely – and you'll go on… unaware of me and Damon, with the conviction that you came up with the solution of using the Crystal Tower yourself or…" he trailed off, raising his dark eyebrows pointedly.
G'raha swallowed thickly… suddenly understanding why they wanted his… cooperation.
"You…" he choked, then cleared his throat. "…you want me to convince Senri to… go along with this?"
"If anyone can get through his hatred of the Ascians…" Ares muttered, rolling his too-bright eyes slightly. "…I can't think of anyone else. His love for you… is almost scary," he chuckled when G'raha flushed up to his hairline, despite the circumstances… his heart fluttered madly. He knew, but… still… "So… that's the deal. You convince him… to not mind our presence, and I won't have to make you both completely unaware of it."
It wasn't really a choice… was it? The immortals will be still inside them – whether they are aware of it or not… And Senri's state suggested that Damon probably as well could… take over his body any moment. They could… yet they didn't. No… instead they were offering them… coexistence. Sharing their bodies – as they said – and not simply taking them over, which would probably make their task… easier.
He sighed, rubbing his crystalized hand over his heart while narrowing his eyes at the man in front of him.
"I can.. try," he said slowly, quietly, then dropped both of his hands over the pillow in his lap. "But knowing him… it won't be easy."
"Nothing worthwhile comes easy," the immortal chuckled, then closed his eyes and grimaced slightly. "Okay… I'm ready to give it a go," then he laid down and exhaled slowly. "He won't remember anything after he woke up – it's too entangled to simply remove the moment he glimpsed Damon… So… Good luck, G'raha."
Senri's body sagged bonelessly into the pillows, then his long lashes fluttered slowly, revealing slightly confused, sleepy icy-blue irises… and for a moment G'raha was more than… freaked out.
"Raha…" those almost too-pretty lips tilted into a happy grin as he stretched out his arms toward him "…what are you doing over there?"
He swallowed thickly, trying to relax, then dropped the pillow off his lap and crawled toward him. He sighed with relief when Senri's arms closed around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Then gasped when his lover pressed an affectionate kiss on his throat, then rolled them over, settling on top of him with a low, insistent purr.
"I'm sooo not done with you," the black-haired Seeker chuckled, then lowered slowly, trailing delicate bites down his chest and stomach.
Oh… he really didn't remember anything…
"Wait…" he gasped, tangling his fingers in inky-black hair and trying to pull him back up. "…we need to t-tal…" he choked on it with a whimper when rough tongue slid from the base of his cock up to its tip – his flesh against his will growing hard so fast he grew dizzy with it.
It's okay, hummed Damon in his head with obvious amusement and G'raha flushed up to his hairline instantly. So long… you stop yourself from truly connecting… you can just enjoy him before breaking the news. Who knows... maybe he's less likely to freak out if you blow his mind first… in the best way and more than once.
It all was beyond strange and… embarrassing – but these thoughts swiftly left his head when almost too-hot lips closed around the head of his cock and he arched with a breathless whine, tightening his hand into a fist in the silky strands and sinking deeper into the heat of his lover's eager mouth.
Later, he thought numbly, gasping when Senri set to swallow him down, his purrs vibrating on his flesh and setting his senses on fire. Much, much later…