"Sit," the command was accompanied by a not-so-delicate shove and Senri rolled his eyes as he complied. Raha's office being taken over right now, he wasn't that surprised when his husband sternly led him to their bedroom instead.
In a bit over a year since they claimed this mansion – not other way to call it – this room was undeniably his own favorite. Other than their wonderful nest – his lover's masterpiece – it contained a good number of things Senri crafted himself, carefully turning their 'lair' in an epitome of what he considered cozy. Just like this lounge he was directed to by frowning redhead, a heavy furniture made of dark wood and covered with plush red material – that mix an undeniable theme both for them and their intimate space.
He obediently settled on the edge of it now, involuntarily digging his toes in the soft black carpet below it. His hands itched to move up and wrap around Raha's hips when his lover sighed and seamlessly fell to one knee, setting his hands on top of Senri's thighs and pushing meaningfully. Warrior smirked – just a little – and moved his ass further back on the lounge, while spreading his legs wide to give his husband space between them. His tail flicked with interest when Raha set his hand on his abdomen and pushed, without word instructing him to lean back. Senri did so and his smirk involuntarily grew into a grin as he braced himself on his elbows, watching his redhead's expression from under his lashes.
Raha, though, apparently posing him as he wanted, stopped past only skillfully opening the buttons of Senri's shirt and nearly artistically arranged it to display his chest. The redhead dragged his fiery eyes over his pale skin, rested his hands on the lounge around Senri's hips, then looked toward his face with a calculating stare.
It nearly unnerved Senri, how similar did his husband looked to his Ancient with that particular expression of his crimson eyes.
"Now, you're going to tell me, my gorgeous beast, why did that senseless comment hurt you," Raha demanded, softening the order by the way he leaned in and pressed his soft lips right below Senri's navel. He on the other hand, couldn't resist but shift his weight to his left elbow, freeing his right hand to gingerly wrap around Raha's neck. His thumb rubbed his redhead's jaw, with his lover trailing soft butterfly kisses over the muscles trembling under his touch. Senri's dick, undoubtedly intrigued by his husband's proximity and warm pressure that settled against his crotch, swelled with interest. His eyes – mesmerized – admired the stark contrast between the shades of their skin. A few days under the merciless sun was enough to considerably deepen Raha's tan, while he – like always – remained far too pale for his liking.
His own fault, too, because surrounded by strangers, Senri felt far too self-conscious to remove his shirt even if he could tan.
"Snark, I'm waiting," his husband purred, then sighed and tilted his head to delicately rub his cheek against Senri's abdominal muscles. He shifted his arms to rest loosely around Warrior's hips and his right hand moved to delicately wrap around the base of Senri's tail. It clenched just enough to give the sensitive appendage the slightest feedback of pressure that worked to make Warrior's muscles tense all over, then turn wholly lax in an instinctive submission.
By now, Raha has my body all too well-trained, Senri thought wryly, then sighed and looked up toward the ceiling of their bedroom.
"I'm… not sure," he hedged, and probably if not for his lover's weight keeping him down and immobile, he would shift uncomfortably. Instead, without looking, he tugged Raha's braid loose, then his long fingers found familiar comfort drowning greedily in the soft red strands. Making a gentle fist of them, he smiled and relaxed a bit when his lovely redhead purred a praise, shifting between his legs precisely to slowly rub against Senri's increasingly insistent erection.
"I know you, Sen," Raha muttered, proving that statement with the perfectly rough stoke alongside the long appendage covered in an inky fur. His redheaded tease chuckled a hoarse sound when he arched his hips with a soft mewl-purr of his name. "And it's hardly the first time someone had something rude to say about us, so what's different this time, babe? Do you think that our relationship is a waste?"
"I…" he fought to focus, involuntarily shifting under his lover's weight for the tantalizing friction the slightest movement provided. Then he nearly arched off the lounge when Raha growled, tilted his head again and bit him – hard enough to undeniably leave a mark. Senri's muscle locked with the nearly violent shudder the sensation sent up his spine and his fist clenched in Raha's hair, trembling as he closed his eyes with a choked moan. "Never, Raha," he managed through his teeth as blood in his veins ignited with a familiar blaze. "Never… but what if so-someday you…?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… That's what 'tis about, love?" Raha musical voice vibrated on Senri's skin, hoarse with want. "I thought that my stance on that is obvious, Senri," he shifted, pulling back to with a few precise flicks of his fingers free the ink-haired Seeker's cock from the containment of the black material of his pants. The first heated touch of Raha's hand was almost to quickly exchanged for the too-hot cavern of his mouth. The sandpaper tongue rubbed the underside of his dick when Senri arched at the sensation with a helpless groan. That only repeated – longer and louder – when Raha's soft lips locked around the base of his cock and his lover purposefully swallowed around its length.
Curling his hands around Senri's hips, effortlessly keeping him unable to move, Raha shifted on his knees, with his elbows shoving Warrior's legs further apart. And the first delicate vibration of his feline satisfaction turned into a torture that made Senri whine in a mix of bliss and painful arousal. His grip in Raha's hair was useless considering that his redhead was far, far stronger than him and wouldn't budge unless he wanted to. Kojin's blessing – glorious idea that brought them to Ruby Sea once – made his tease of wonderful lover turn his already undeniable skill – and kink – to a wholly new level.
"B-but what if… you change your…" Senri nearly yowled, desperately fighting with his body not to spill. "…m-mind annnnnd…" he trailed off and choked, whimpering through his teeth when it was answered with that vibrations getting worse. Or better, as his dick definitely appreciated that in combination to the tight grip of his lover's throat around its head. His tail shamelessly used its freedom to possessively wrap around Raha's neck into a tight collar, and it was promptly answered by his husband's pleased rumble that send brutal spike of arousal along Senri's spine. Raha didn't even need to move, only his thumbs dug into Warrior's hip bones while Senri squirmed, and his knees locked into a vice around his lover's sides.
The back of his head hot the wall behind the lounge as his dick throbbed painfully, feeding that greedy mouth a spill of pre-cum. Immobile – and feeling wonderfully claimed – Senri was barely aware of the helplessly submissive purring that made his whole chest vibrate, demanding his lover's dominance. Shifting jerkily to invite his mate to claim him, all thoughts fled his head as the pressure at the base of his spine grew into a nagging torture. The answering vibration of his lover's sounds turned his world into a frenzy for friction – Raha purposefully denied. With nothing but increasingly insistent vibration of his hot mouth around Senri's swollen flesh, with the undeniable confidence of ownership over his body, everything - and everyone – got forgotten and disappeared from Warrior's world.
Nothing existed here, in his head, heart and body, but the mind-blowing sense of belonging to this redhead who knew it. All of his issues and insecurities seemed too small and meaningless to register in the overwhelming world of freedom only his husband could give Senri.
And his head was fittingly empty, when his body caved into the torture, giving his lover precisely what his hot lips demanded. He spilled with a deafening groan, barely aware of his whimpers when Raha's throat worked around his length with skill borne of years of practice. Shuddering weakly in the aftershock, and unable to form a coherent thought, he could only watch from under his lashes Raha's undeniably smug smirk when his lover finally pulled back with a delicate gasp. Another shiver ran up Senri's spine at the sight of his own cum trailing from the corner of plush lips, Raha swiped at with his tongue.
"I could never think it a waste, babe," crimson eyes full of flames ran over his body when Raha chuckled, then braced against his shaky thighs. Without hint of shame – for his once adorably bashful mate – he stood up and simultaneously opened his trousers with a deeply relived moan. His rock-hard dick sprang free and he curled his hand around it, giving it a careful stroke once his eyes again swept over Senri's debauched appearance. And despite his issues – for him and him only – he arched, involuntarily preening under devouring gaze. His unnaturally heightened stamina in combination to their Bond feeding his senses with Raha's arousal and need hardened his cock again so quickly that Senri's grew dizzy. He couldn't focus, purring helplessly as his eyes aet up the sight of his lover's – his mate's – fingers nearly tenderly stroking his flesh. That made him miss consideration present in his lover's ruby irises, and he nearly gasped with offense when Raha stopped, then backed away.
"What…" he started and snapped his mouth close, watching Raha impatiently completely undress, and carelessly discarded his clothes.
"Don't move," he was told with a chuckle and pointed finger, before Raha – gloriously naked and aroused – stalked across the room toward their nest and picked up the small bowl with oil hidden behind it. He returned and set on the small table beside the lounge, smiling at him that little cocky smug smirk. Expression that Senri honestly loved, as it spoke volumes of his husband's hard-won confidence in both his devotion and obedience. In his knowledge that given order, Senri wouldn't move a muscle until allowed, especially consumed by admiring the beauty of his mate's body.
And he did remain motionless – only his unruly tail and cock twitched with unbidden interest under Raha's heated gaze – while his lover dipped his fingers in oil, then widened his stance. Senri couldn't do anything about the fact that his claws elongated and dug in the soft material around his hips at the first musical gasp that slipped his lover's pretty, bruised mouth when Raha nearly shoved his hand between his legs. His fangs filled his mouth with following litany of tasty little noises his gorgeous prince uttered, all the while working on his body and holding Senri's increasingly desperate gaze. Staying immobile was impossible, as his hips shifted outside his will, involuntarily matching the delicate swivel of his husband's swollen flesh.
His body nearly caved into the insane pressure to pounce that curled his tail with anticipation, before his lover took mercy with a raspy chuckle and pulled that teasing hand back. The fluffy red tail swiveled intently – well matching the intensity behind the crimson feline eyes – when Raha climbed his lap. Senri nearly came right there when the oiled fingers wrapped around his dick and stroked the wanting flesh roughly. He lifted on his elbows, needing to taste his mate's lovely mouth and chase his own flavor on his tongue, but hand set square in the middle of his chest stopped him.
"Do you think I would exchange this for anything, Sen?" Raha asked softly, next bracing that hand on the wall behind Senri's head as he leaned in. His lips brushed the corner of Warrior's lips at the same time as his other hand clenched roughly at the base of Senri's cock. He arched his back with a raspy growl at the sensation, involuntarily baring his fangs. "Your wild glory, my beast…" his mate purred, then leaned back and without a hint of shame mounted his dick as if he owned it. As he did, no doubt, with the way Senri's body matched inside him. The sensation of it tore a desperate noise from his chest as his clawed hands curled around his lover's hips, careful still not to nick his skin. His upper body arched and head banged against the wall to the sound of Raha's prolonged blissful moan.
He had preference for this, no doubt, as despite nearly drowning in the feeling caused by his nearly overheated clenching flesh, Raha only needed to push his bandana and cap aside from Senri's head to prove his versatility even in this. His hand curled in a tight fist in half-black, half-white hair at the back of Senri's head, pulling meaningfully until Warrior arched his back and bared his throat in display of submission. His deep, raspy purring filled the room until his husband growled a hoarse praise.
"Good boy," was nearly drowned out by the ringing between Senri's lowered ears. His hands climbed blindly towards his lover's shoulder blades, carefully dragging the tips of his claws over the heated skin much darker than his own. His senses narrowed down to the damp heat of Raha's pre-cum on his abdomen when his mate leaned in and meaningfully dragged his tongue over the scar on the junction of Senri's neck and shoulder. Scar that perfectly reflected his redhead's teeth, he barred to nip on the sensitive spot. "Senri… I wouldn't give you up for the world, much less something as insignificant as the idea of procreation. We already have a son, babe, and watching the wonder of Nico growing into a magnificent male under your tutelage had been the greatest bliss of my soul, you hear me?"
"But…" he fought to gather his bearings, and remember why Lamat's comment stung. He closed his eyes with a breathy gasp when Raha growled softly and bit him harder, simultaneously delicately rocking his hips. Even like this, taking him so deeply, his control over Senri was clear and undeniable. He owned him, in every way that mattered. "But you c-could…" he muttered helplessly, even as his arms wrapped around his lover's back into a tight band, pulling him closer. Saying the words nearly cut, because they both knew it was the truth: out of the two, Raha was once attracted to female charms. All of his previous lovers were, in fact, female, and were he not mated to him… Senri, who couldn't see the thought of procreation as anything but disgusting…
"Snark, my ridiculously gorgeous beast," Raha sighed and lifted his head just enough to let their eyes meet. "As much as I adore your sensitive heart, just quit, okay? If someday I do feel a need for another child, there's – sadly – plenty of young ones like Nico, love. Children with parents who hardly deserve the title, much less the honor… I know you think so because of your upbringing, babe, but I honestly believe that blood matter little when it comes to that, Snark. No to mention… The thought of touching anyone else than you, my heart, feels like blasphemy," he muttered, wrapping his free hand around Senri's jaw, and pushing his thumb against corner of his mouth until Senri obediently opened his lips. "You, my beast," he whispered when that digit brushed one of his elongated fangs. "Are my Sun, remember? My life and reason why I live. For you, forever. So, I want you to promise me something, okay?" his fiery eyes full of flames hardened into merciless rubies. Senri couldn't help his enamored admiration for the sight, purring an eager invitation as his hand smoothed down over his lover back to where his dick sank into heated flesh, begging for friction. Nearly nose to nose to those ruby flames, his hand clenched over Raha's buttock, holding his down as his hips arched under his weight, earning a little gasp that teased his lips and stoked those flames.
"Anything," he managed, simultaneously forcing his husband's body to rock against him in a delicate push and pull that made his cock throb in a warning. Raha chuckled hoarsely, then leaned back and bracket his hands on the wall, holding his gaze as he set to rise and fall over him in a painfully slow movement.
"The next time someone suggest our relationship is a waste," he said with a slight undertone of a growl. "I want you to take it as if they were insulting me, my beast," he ordered and Senri froze momentarily, sending an owlish look toward his husband's flushed face but nearly cutting smirk that tilted his swollen lips.
Because they both knew what that meant. He killed and maimed for far less, and to insult the love of his life…?
"Yes, unless I say otherwise," Raha freed on hand and dragged his fingertips alongside Senri's jaw, leaning toward him until their quick breaths mixed. "I want you to tear them to shreds, Snark. Is that clear?"
"As you command, my prince," he replied with the only possibility, clenching one hand over his lover's ass while other jumped to his neck.
"Always such a good boy," Raha purposefully purred another praise, then gave into a pull and took his mouth. His sandpaper tongue – still tasting of Senri's cum – slipped between his fangs, inviting his to play. And he took that invitation eagerly, even whimpering as Raha shifted in his arms, rutting his erection against his stomach on increasing tempo. Pushed back greedy against his dick on every stroke, which Senri helplessly matched with rolls of his body. The unbearable heat dampened their skins, sliding against each other as he fought for his pitiful self-control. To let Raha control his body and their rhythm, while the redhead filled his mouth with his delicious little noises.
Unhurried in the way he took him, rolling his hips delicately on each slide and groaning little raspy purrs by Senri's lips, Raha fucked himself on his body with relish. Hiding none of his undeniable pleasure, to drive his point home, no doubt.
When Senri's body tensed with upcoming peak, and his moans dropped involuntarily into helpless mewl-purrs of his lover's name, Raha freed his mouth only for a space of a breath.
"This, Senri," he panted out, speeding up and simultaneously shoving him behind the edge with the sight of his blissed-out expression. "You and me… We're meant to be this. I love you, Sen, more than any-fucking-thing… for the rest of eter-eternity…" he choked and came with a hoarse laugh that sounded more like a prolonged moan filled with vibrant satisfaction. Lost in his own his, Senri whined a little complaint and arching his neck again, pulled him down into a crushing hug. Raha snorted another breathy sound, then answered his need with a properly hard bite that forced a blissful moan from Senri's mouth. Soon followed by a loud and sated noise of purring that stopped only when he instinctively repaid the claim.
Raha shuddered when his fangs cut the skin, then sagged against Senri's chest with his own ecstatic noise, smoothing his hands over Warrior's sides and nuzzling against his throat. Only when satisfied with refreshed mark, Senri pulled back and pulled his lover's pretty mouth into a lazy type of a kiss. Slow and tender, to express their shared satisfaction with proper mating – that lasted while his senses expanded and their souls combined. Drowning greedily in the comfort of his mate's adoration and reassured of his confidence and trust, he let that insecurity sparked with thoughtless comment melt away. Nothing in his head but the synced rhythm of their heartbeats, he was not sure how long it lasted.
Sometimes it could be seconds, minutes or bells – usually until something or someone disturbed their communion. And this time it wasn't much different, if the sensation was quite… new and unique.
He could literally feel the moment Damon rejoined his host, and nearly tasted the pure power of his Ancient soul as it slipped against his own. His brain felt lazy and uncoordinated, refusing to resume the working process, when someone poked against his mind.
Uh oh, filled his head – with much more familiar sensation of Ares retaking hold of his domain in their shared 'space.' Told you to tell them right away, Senri, was the only warning before his Bond was brutally severed – which made him whine – muted, and Raha's body pulled back from him with infuriated sound. When he blinked, trying to gather his bearings, it was Damon's eyes – not the color but that inhumanly ruthless intelligence of his – staring at him from Raha's beautiful face with disgusted expression.
"She said what?" His lover's Ancient hissed with outrage, eyes full of flames outmatched Raha's earlier fury.
Where Raha is fire, Damon is flame, he smiled at the thought involuntarily, then winced when that stoked said flames.
"You think it's funny, boy?" Damon's expression cooled into a mask of his polite smile – for those who knew him: absolutely the worst sign of his temper crossing the edge. He had a second of involuntarily admiring that, before his soul was shoved aside and Ares took over the control. From the comfortable abyss of disconnection – he preferred to facing Damon's rage – Senri watched his hands wrap around the redhead's face carefully.
"No," his mouth uttered with confidence of millennia of facing the blaze. "Your bet, remember? To keep it fair, you can't kill the contenders, Damon."
Really? That's your take? He asked incredulously.
Priorities, boy. Need to redirect him, before he reaches to his IMPROVED gift, you know? Or do you want her to be the first to experience the full scope of what he can now do?
No, he answered meekly, backing off when Damon's eyes glassed-over, but with a slightly reluctant curve to his full lips.
"Right, the bet," he said after a long moment, pushing Ares's hands aside as he sat back and narrowed his fiery eyes at them.
It's going to matter to him more than her life… especially after this, Ares sighed, with warily watching the growing curve of Damon's lips.
Fuck, he whispered, remembering the way before Damon could hear Rahm, despite Erebus being in charge. He can hear us.
"I do," Damon answered before Ares could, and his smirk grew scary. "Not that it matters, Senri. Ares's right, as after this… I'll grant her another breath, that's all. One misstep, though… And I win by default, no?" he tilted his head, as if listening to something and then nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off them. "Raha agreed, since we signed to support her claim to the throne, not the others contenders. She loses – perhaps by ceasing to be – and I win… yes?"
But… he started.
"No 'buts,'" Damon snapped, raising his hand between them and setting his fingers in a familiar way. "Or I make it extremely quick contest, Senri. No contenders means I also win by default, after all… right?"
He seethed for a moment, weighing his options while Ares remained suspiciously silent.
Okay, he finally gave up, warily watching Damon grin and lower that hand.
"Good choice," he drawled. "Because ceasing to be is just too easy for her. For anyone, who shares this… ridiculous idea. Waste? I'll fucking give her a waste," he scoffed, then blinked and his expression went flat briefly. Raha blinked slowly, back in control.
"That gave me whiplash," he chuckled, then leaned against them while Ares backed off, giving Senri control back. He groused a few swears, wrapping his arms around his husband tightly. "Don't, Sen. Think of it… He's hurt, because that… sentiment was what surrounded them. Why their people believed that Ares forced him, you know? Because it's 'such waste' of his potential," Raha whispered, grimacing and closing his eyes. Senri winced, then exhaled deeply and rubbed his chin against top of his lover's head.
Of his potential as their tool, Ares whispered and he sighed. He couldn't argue that, considering that he had heard a similar comments about himself – his so-called potential for breeding – more than once since their relationship became well-known. In Ishgard, especially, that seemed to be a dominant sentiment – despite Aymeric's efforts to rut out their people's bigoted beliefs. She poked the wrong thing, Senri, as I can't disagree with him anymore. I was willing to give her a chance to apologize before he learn of it, but now… Train her, if you wish to win, but I won't help you in any way. I'm sick and tired of people who think they have right to impose their selfish ideas upon us. Tired of stopping Damon, when I more than agree with the reasons behind his anger. If any of her contenders prove more… reasonable, I want us to change our allegiance, my boy. I definitely don't want us end up in charge of Tural, but I'll also have no part in crowning anyone who holds this ideas, either.
Fair, he sighed internally, tightening his arms around Raha's back. To long he believed – consciously and not – that he owed something to the people who lusted after his appearance. To women who thought they had right to his seed, as if he was nothing more than a piece of meat for them to fight over. Because he felt guilty, and wrong, for being unable to perform as they raised him for. For being unable to be their tool, like Damon, whom Ares's love freed from the stifling collar of their peers' beliefs. Gave him freedom to be who he was, no matter what it was, and despite what others thought of it.
Just like Raha was steadily teaching him he was free to be who he was, cracking his stale mask. Freeing the beast below it and teaching it to breathe.
"I love you," he breathed against his husband's messy red hair, and took a deep breath of freedom that tasted like their mixed scents. The true, unbridled freedom he found in Raha's sweet embrace, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill for.
As he said, they were meant to be, and what anyone thought it mattered nothing.
Right, Ares chuckled proudly, then hesitated and delicately nudged his soul. By the way, my father is back.
Huh? He blinked, frowning as he looked toward the door. Your father?
Mhmm, Ares sounded surprisingly careful. Since his vigil beside Venat ran its course, apparently he decided to let himself be reborn. Or, to be more precise, used those spikes of aether to take over a fitting body that was… left behind by its occupant. I sort of drained myself by helping him adjust it, hence we're back, but… he's pretty adamant about restoring his Bond to my mother.
Your…? He trailed off, then gasped as his eyes shot wide open. Mom?
Yeah, he stalked off to introduce himself. Just… don't be too surprised later. Since he's WHOLE, effect of the Bond might be quite… potent, as Damon suggested.
Gross, he whined, freeing one hand to slap it over his eyes. It's my Mom, for fuck's sake. I DON'T need that mental image, Ares!
...you're fully aware that you have FOUR sisters, yes? His Ancient's voice shook at his expense.
It's my MOM, he groaned, and Ares's laughter filled his head.
Ours, but I get the idea… too well, he eventually agreed and Senri couldn't help but join in on his Ancient's snickers.