Fifteen – Fornicate First, Drag Your Enemies to Hell Later

Frey's jean shorts, already unbuttoned, make a zipping noise as he pulls the fly down. My eyes follow his fingers as they stroke over the dark trail of hair, then lower, to brush gently against his limp flesh as his shorts slide down to his ankles. The ridged lines of scar tissue on his member fascinate me, and I find myself taking slow steps toward him.

Akuji rises from his throne, revealing that he is dressed in a thin skirt made of a bronze colored gauze. The shine of his tattoos make the material glow with an ethereal light. He approaches Frey and shimmies out of his skirt as he does so, showing off a small, perfectly rounded behind.

Frey runs his hands over Akuji's skin, his eyes half-closing in pleasure. I can feel his desire warring with anger and pain. And though I feel what Frey feels, I cannot pinpoint from which direction his feelings stem. It makes for a very annoying distraction. I think I'll blame the wolf for it.

The two share a chaste kiss, Frey bending over Akuji's body to accommodate for the height difference. When they pull apart, Akuji is smiling wanly at Frey; Frey sighs in response and places Akuji on the table.

I slide closer to the two, my eyes fixated on Frey's strong hands as they wrap around Akuji's stiffening length. He strokes slowly up and down, his fingers only a gentle precursor. I know that he'll take Akuji eventually; his mind is flashing on the first time they made love, and I'm getting momentary glimpses of it.

Akuji's member is long and straight, folding up against his stomach as Frey steps between his legs and runs his fingers lovingly over Akuji's swollen testicles. The motion is strangely intimate, and such a contrast between what Frey is really feeling that it leads me to believe he truly does love Akuji. I feel as if I'm intruding on something private and special.

My anger, dissipated when Frey stripped out of his clothes, roars back with a vengeance. The faerie-fire licks around my eyes and my tricks explode out of my skin with such force that a small wind is created, blowing my hair out wildly. The voices are hissing in malevolent and sibilant tongues, sidhe and fey languages alike. The combined weight of their magic raises the temperature of the room, bringing sweat to the surface of everyone's skin but my own.

I admitted to Akuji that I wanted to bed Frey. But I didn't mean for it to happen in a situation like this, witnessed by his enemies and so painful that it causes him to feel the maddening rage burn mercilessly through his veins. This show we're being forced to put on for the sick pup's satisfaction, it's a level of cruelty that even the darkest-minded of faerie-kind would never stoop to; even we have limits.

“Was I wrong in assuming you are their lover, faerie? Or is it jealousy that causes your power to flare so?” the boy asks, a hint of a sneer entering his voice.

Akuji and Frey stare at the boy with blank faces; mine is the only face in the room expressing any kind of emotion.

“Rest assured, pup, I belong to Mountain and Frey. And it isn't jealousy that makes my power flare; it is my wish for your death.” I point my finger at him, only the truth coming from my mouth. “I will see you dead for this atrocity.”

My tricks die down into murderous murmurs, whispering words of madness and destruction into the boy's ears. I am tempted to let them fully loose, so that the harsh words of the fey tongue will slice his skin to shreds.

He smiles a closed smile, very secretive, as if he is mocking me. I scowl and turn away from him, drawing my tricks back into my skin. Anger stings like poisonous nettles in my bloodstream, and it makes my steps into a violent glide towards the table.

The desire to cause harm, or lead someone to madness, is overwhelming. I can control it only enough to take Frey roughly in my arms and seize a passionate and bloody kiss. At first, he resists, pushing against my chest with stubborn hands, but after a moment, he opens to my tongue and allows me to fully taste him. His rage and mine flavor the kiss with violent heat; the blood from our cut lips mingles together into something as equally spicy as it is sweet.

I am sorry, Frey. I do not want to do this, but we have no choice. I swear I will see the wolf dead for causing you such unnecessary pain.

“You can top me,” I murmur against his swelling lips. “I do not wish to cause you further pain this night, my dark ocean.”

“Just keep your dick out of Akuji,” he growls. His fingers tighten convulsively around my arms, jagged nails biting into my flesh and drawing tiny pinpricks of electric blue to the surface. The grip is a silent warning that I understand all too well.

“I would no more see him in pain than you, Frey.”

I stare down into Frey's burning eyes. They are filled with anger and a desire to do harm, a desire that he was hiding from Akuji. With me beneath him, he can be as violent as he wishes, because he does not love me, and he cares not if I am in pain. I am safe to tear apart, and his lover is not.

“All of your talking is bothersome, faerie. I am beginning to think that, perhaps, I was wrong. You take much time to discuss who puts what where, and yet none of you act. True lovers would not need to speak of such things.”

I flick my eyes to the side and release Frey so that I can meet the wolf's eyes. I have a sneer on my lips, and seeing his bored expression, the cavalier way he holds his chin in the palm of his hand, only makes it more condescending.

“I would expect such assumptions from a child such as you, who knows nothing of the art of making love. You would be wise to keep your mouth shut from this point forward, lest I rethink my decision to let you live this night.” You will bring nothing but sorrow to my masters.

Faerie-fire flames around my eyes in a sudden display of temper and power. The scent of my anger scorches the hot air, filling the room with the scent of ozone and something akin to the scent of autumn air.

“Fail to follow my advice, pup, and I will make the destruction that Frey and Mountain are capable of seem like a paltry trick performed by an amateur illusionist,” I threaten.

“You talk big, faerie, but I sincerely doubt that you have the balls or the power to back your threats.”

“Try my patience no longer, child. You know I can speak only truth.”

“Foxglove, we're going to be here until daybreak if you don't stop arguing with the boy. Just ignore him and fuck us. I want to be asleep and in bed before the dawn,” Akuji throws in, a hint of impatience leaking into his steady voice. It is the first he has spoken since the incident with the table. I had almost forgotten that he was even sitting there.

“Of course, Mountain,” I agree, reining in my temper and putting a leash on my power. It coils hot and heavy in my belly, where it nests side by side with a desire that has been building inside of me since the first time I laid eyes upon the proud Frey and his vampire lover.

I move to the table, gentling my expression as I move. With his back to the wolf, Akuji is free to wear his suspicious mask. His eyes narrow and his mouth puckers. I can only offer him a small, reassuring smile.

“Lie back, Mountain,” I say softly. I push gently on his shoulders until he complies with my request, laying flat on his back with his knees bent and spread wide enough to accommodate my thin frame.

All three of us have flaccid members, and I think that with the pup looking on, it will take a great amount of effort to get them all up. Half-laying on Akuji, and trailing slow, sensuous kisses down his chest helps me to start ignoring the wolf though.

I lick lazy circles around Akuji's glittering nipples, blowing gently on them to make the skin pucker. My tongue leaves wet, gold trails on his skin as I work my way farther down his chest, decorating him with swirls and wiggles. My hands glide along the sides of his body, surreptitiously searching for sensitive places to tease.

I can feel the eyes of the wolf on me, but I don't let it stop my hands or my tongue. I mask my irritation with more teasing caresses.

I rub my cheek against Akuji's naked thigh, delighting in the smooth skin of his body. My breath blows out along his growing member and his tightening sac. My fingers tickle the sensitive skin beneath his wrists, where the blood flows close to the surface. It makes his eyes flutter back into his head and his body arch up off the scarred table.

My own member remains limp and unresponsive, but this isn't for me. It's my job to make Akuji forget about the wolf staring down his nose at us. It's my job to bring peace to Akuji and ensure that that peace is protected. This is a duty I will not run from.

I lick a quick, experimental line from the base of his shaft to the shining mocha head of his member. He writhes and utters a low moan, his eyes sliding shut in pleasure. Encouraged by his response, I wrap my hands around his small hips and cant them into the air, so that my nose can skim a slow and tickling trail from his dark little bud, over the ridged skin, up his tight sac to the very top of him, where my tongue flicks out and laves love and attention to the slit in his head. A bitter taste greets me, cold and refined. Even his fluids taste like something royal. I almost laugh at the thought.

Using the lightest amount of pressure possible, I nip at his head, my tongue sliding down the bottom of his shaft to put pressure on the sweet spot there. It brings another moan from deep in his throat.

I can feel Frey at my back, his body radiating an unnatural heat as he steps close to me and runs his hands roughly over my hips, his nails leaving raised welts on my skin. It is now that my body starts to react. To the pain. To the violence of the man bound to my being by inexplicable magics. Sticky sweet sap starts to drip from the ridges edging my shaft.

Frey rubs himself against my backside before placing his head against my hole. Hot friction brings a gasp to my throat when he forces his way inside of me, ripping the tight ring of muscle that prevented smooth access. Blood wells thick and smooth around him, easing some of the burn and I curse my body for bleeding so easily; I want to feel the bite of his hot flesh raping mine.

Akuji makes an impatient movement beneath me, his eyes heavy lidded and coy. A candy pink tongue slides seductively across his lower lip, leaving it shining with moisture and just begging to be bitten. I lower my mouth around his long length instead, sucking him deep into my mouth and locking my throat around him.

Frey rams into me, brushing against something deep inside my body that hasn't been touched in too long a time. It causes me to growl my pleasure; my vibrating vocal chords make my throat spasm around Akuji's stiff member, which makes him cry out and arch up into me, his hips bouncing up and down with a fierce rhythm.

My growls of pleasure are echoed by Frey, who snarls savagely as he pounds into me again and again, bringing my blood in a faster flow around him until it trickles down the length of his shaft and drips down the backs of my thighs.

His hand tangles in my hair and yanks backwards, drawing me off Akuji just as his stomach muscles bunch together and his thighs start to tremble. Thin strands of milky seed seep from Akuji's slender head; they run in slow, enticing lines down his shaft. I strain against Frey's tight hold on my hair, my muscles bulging with the effort to reach that cold seed.

To have the tiniest taste...

Will it tell me what makes Frey love him?

My tongue reaches out and catches a drop of Akuji's frigid semen and ice explodes on my tongue. I strain harder to reach the tangy fluid sliding down his member, pulling some of my hair free in the process. It makes Frey tighten his grip.

“Hold still, faerie,” he growls. “You'll move when I say you move.”

I lick up Akuji's seed before giving into Frey and letting him pull my head back even further. It puts my neck at a painful angle and arches my body into the table. My chest just barely brushes against Akuji's groin.

Frey grunts and continues to ravage me. My blood is wearing thin around him, giving way to the burn and bite I've been seeking since he entered me so roughly. His free hand wraps around my throbbing member, nails biting cruelly into my skin. The mixed pain and pleasure has sap flooding from the ridges and quick spurts of red seed shooting into the air to land in thick, sticky patches across my belly and the table's surface. It spreads further to soak into Akuji's skin, making his muscles contract with the unexpected contact. The lovely curve of his butt is begging me to touch it.

My hands, gripping the table for dear life, inch towards Akuji. By the time my fingers have crawled across the table, they're coated in a thin layer of my own fluids. I ease a finger into the tight, dark hole Akuji is offering me. He's begging for someone to fill him.

A particularly hard thrust from Frey brings a shout to my lips, and I spill myself in one final, mind-blowingly amazing orgasm. My hands fall away from Akuji and I collapse across the table, my knees shaking and my legs too weak to support my weight. And still, Frey moves inside of me.

My cheek is resting on Akuji's limp body, and my chest rises and falls with his in perfect synchronization after a few moments.

A guttural snarl from Frey warns me that he's about to come himself, and I have just enough time I curl my arms around Akuji before the demon seed of the dhampir fills my body. The heat of it has me sinking to the ground, dragging Akuji with me. With both cry out as I hit the floor.

Akuji lands on my chest with a whimper, but manages to turn himself so that his back is to my front. My seed soaks into his hair and plasters it to my body. He smells of foxgloves and thistles, as well as his own creosote mountain scent.

Frey towers over us, his body slicked with sweat and his softening member dripping blue blood and milky semen. I can smell and feel his power mixing with Akuji's. It makes their skin flare brightly for a moment, and then it dims. An answering flash of power flares in my eyes in the form of faerie-fire.

“You had better leave us, shifter,” Frey says, still staring down at us. His voice is hard and cold; no expression sits on his face. I can feel him locking everything away inside himself, emptying himself of all emotion, save the pain of loss and a quick flash of agonized betrayal. Guilt begins to grow inside me, though I'm not sure from where it stems.

I help Akuji to stand, and when he's safely on his feet, his arms wrapped tightly about Frey's body, I push myself up and glower at the wolf, channeling my guilt into anger and directing it at him.

The wolf stands and offers a mocking bow.

“I will tell my kin that you seek no war, and that the faerie in your house is your lover. I ask only for one small favor in return.”

“No,” I say, speaking before Frey or Akuji can open their mouths. Worry is starting to blossom in Frey's chest; Akuji is crying.

“You will receive no favors from us. You will leave, and you will deliver your message as stated. If I find you've not been true to your word, you will be made to suffer.” You will suffer greatly anyway.

“Now begone from our presence, and tell your followers that if any come near my charges, I will tear their spines from their throats.”

I will destroy any that come near the dead I protect. I will send them to Hell for all of eternity. Starting with you, wolf pup. I will take you there personally.

A/N: So, what do you guys think of the first sex among the boys? Did it meet your expectations? Did it surprise you?

To Maggie: =3 Yup, sex. It was a scene I was excited for, too. I stayed up more than four hours past my bedtime to write this scene out for you. All of you.

To dis: Mehf. I don't know if it was clever or not. It was just an idea that came to me as I was thinking about how to get them in bed. It ties in wonderfully with the war and all, so I figured, why not?

To Scream: I think the sex helps on the war front. It's slowed things down, certainly. But I have a feeling that there's more trouble just around the bend. It seems as if Foxglove has drama riding on his back.

As to the sick sense of humour, well, mine is rather twisted as well, so you aren't the only one who finds Foxglove to be adorable in his sadism. ;]