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“i was referencing a fairy tale, though it is more tale and has little to do with fairies,” he chuckled, reaching up to place his hand on top of vidar’s still on his cheek. “don’t worry, my sweet petal, i would never lock you up. we are not meant to be enchained.” his lips twitched, his smile growing just a little as he amended, “well…there are times chains can be thrilling, but that’s not relevant for tonight.”

it showed that vidar was of his blood, the fae king could see the realization just what raine was speaking of in his eyes.

he hummed softly with each kiss, his free hand slowly sliding down along vidar’s body until he cupped his son’s crotch, massaging it as their lips finally met in a real kiss. “yes,” he breathed out when he leaned back, “please, give me your seed before you leave.”

when raine took a step back from his son, he was no longer wearing any garments. turning around to present his plump and sizable ass, its massive swell pushing out as he leaned forwards onto the table. over his shoulder, he looked at vidar. “please, there is nothing more i would like than feel your seed within me.”

the fairies that vidar had been learning about, bits and pieces gleaned from conversations with his father, were mysterious enough -- he’d believe if they had something involving a chain or towers. “aren’t we not supposed to deal with chains?” since the ones he’d imagined were iron, and he didn’t know if that aspect of their heritage was legitimate, or not. “unless there are those of different kinds, in this era.”

that grab to his dick was practiced, his father knowing precisely where to grip. fingers curling around his thick base, as well as curving under the base of his balls, bundling all of him together. vidar gasped into the kiss, taking a bit more charge, his own hand squeezing raine’s hip until he stepped away.

“try as I might, I have not mastered that power, father,” vidar admitted. already, he was shoving his jacket off, peeling his shirt off his chest -- then, pulling the jacket back on. “but I do remember, you did not mind when I took you like this before?” popping his jeans open, nothing underneath to keep his heavy cock from flopping out over the button-fly. “what magic do you have for slick?” he asked, nipping at the man’s jaw, almost coyly. “unless you would make me late, with spreading you open on my hand.”

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It was making Aidan just as restless—not that it was hard to catch, anyway. That while their bed was big enough to share, their combined brawn was more than enough for Aidan to feel every shift of muscle and how it made their bed ease and dip with every movement—with Colton’s every movement. Aidan frowned then, his smooth muscle pecs swelling up for a sigh as he grunted on and turned just a bit so he can have a better look at his brother over the bulk of his own shoulder. His own body shifted and rubbed against the warmth as the cold night rolled on with the later hours.

“You okay, Cole?” Aidan hummed as his chest swelled on from another grunt as he bucked a little to give his brother more room to move. “—because you keep on turning… you need to pee or something?” once more, another grunt as he readied his hand to reach for the light switch.

“--just cold, aide.” his brother’s concern was sweet, but misplaced. colton wasn’t just cold. similar builds, similar bulk, colton puffed up with a deep breath as he shifted, closing the space between his and aidan’s bodies. firm chests, pressing. stomachs smooth, shifting. and points south? soft, barely nudging.

“lemme keep it warm?” he asked, just a bit pleading. voice soft, breathy between them, so nobody else in the house would hear. deft fingers angled him to nudge against aidan’s core, not even pulling the skin back from his head, before squishing himself to fit. “don’t worry, bro, m’soft. you won’t even feel me,” he rumbled, shifting to bump their crotches together. mouth pressed into the meat of aidan’s shoulder, arms coming around his sides.

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raine thought it strangely entertaining to brew his own tea while in the human world. it was very domestic, he believed it was called. he was just adding honey from his kingdom into the mug when his son entered the kitchen.

“son!” he replied in an equally eager voice, smiling at vidar. he hummed contently at the kiss. “it is more than amenable. i am happy to see you’re making friends.“ raine took a moment to look his son over, appreciating what modern times have offered him. “and how handsome you look! i’m tempted to lock you away in a tower to ensure no one steals you away from me.”

laughing, he took a sip from his tea before putting it away, shoving it just a little further before getting up.

“as i’ve been told many times before, it is fashionable to be late.” raine’s smile turned just a little mischievous. “would you leave me with something to remember you fondly by during the night while you are away?”

at first, vidar was confused with his translocation. he’d been living on his own, trying to win his way into a raiding crew a village over, when raine appeared to whisk him away. it almost felt like a dream, learning of his own bloodline, what it might mean.

but now, he had a life full of adventure and love. most of it, centered on the man he was chuckling with. “you would rescue me from an isolated life, to trap me in another isolated life?” if it was what his father willed, he would accept -- “maybe, if you were with me, it would not be so bad.” his hand had yet to leave his father’s face, thumb running over the man’s cheek.

that look -- vidar had learned to know it when he saw it. he couldn’t hide his reaction, his lip rolling under his teeth just a bit. “what would you have of me?” he asked, already firmly knowing the answer. “my time?” a kiss, to his cheek. “my attention?” again, to his jaw. “my focus? my love?” his chin, his nose.

“my seed?” he asked, rather openly, before finally meeting raine’s lips.

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there was still much to learn about the modern world.

yanked forward in time by his fae king who brought him into the being, vidar was slowly growing accustomed to the realities of living in...well...current reality. showers were a magnificent invention, as with everything related to plumbing. clean and freshly scented, he tromped down the stairs in jeans and boots and a leather jacket, prepared for a night out.

“father!” he called, striding into the kitchen with the assurance of a prior age. “I am to be visiting with some friends I have made, at the cloister you sent me to.” a wide hand went up to cup the fae’s cheek, pulling him in for side-kiss. “I hope that is amenable?”

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   being a few years younger than sam, his mother had hopes that derek would end up going to college as well and find a suitable path. he could have gone into something involving nutrition or health but it was a blessing that derek was able to graduate high school. so paving his own life wasn’t as simple as sam’s was. “i mean, i could never get enough of you, bro” he said with a grin as his balls were cupped. helping, derek pushed the grey briefs off his tree trunk legs and crawled back into the bed, leaning in for another kiss. the taste of sam’s lips were addictive and the younger blonde didn’t know if he could ever hold back again. “you think your ass can handle another round?”

as derek crawled on, samson crawled back. laying himself down, laying himself out, luring derek in. the kiss helped, sam grinning when derek leaned in to meet him. “you say that now.” of course, sam knew he meant it. “gonna keep that up when I’m back full-time? when there’s nothing to keep me from you?” he grabbed derek in a reverse grip, pulling back on his wrist to jerk him slowly. gripping tighter on the upstroke, to pull derek forward a bit. “my ass can take all the rounds you got.” longer legs went out, went up, pulling free of the sheets to hook around derek’s back. “as long as you let me at that meaty butt you’ve been hiding from me, later.” with arms and legs, he tried to tug derek down.

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“h--holy shit, deet, he’s fuckin tight.“

gage never knew dieter’s teammates called him ‘deet’. gage also never knew that dieter wasn’t the only non-straight guy on his team. gage also didn’t think dieter was serious, when the topic came up.

but now, jet’s topic was all the way up in gage, who was starting to settle in, settle down. jet was fairly long, but didn’t have much of a taper, so getting him past his rim was like a punch to the fucking gut.

the kisses and soothing helped.

“jet, shut up. dieter, please tell him to shut up.” it’s weird enough having a cock in him that isn’t dieter’s, from how long they’d been together. but soon enough, he was sliding up and off of jet, sighing at the cool breeze of air over his now-open hole.

jet spoke up-- “uh, deet, I don’t think we’re both gonna fit--”

with a quick glare, gage reached down, squeezing both his boyfriend’s (maybe fiance’s, there was a ring somewhere, but the jet event knocked things sideways) and jet’s cocks together, starting to sink down.

the feeling of dieter thick and hot against him was nearly sending jet over the edge, with how hard of a grip gage had around them both. not just his rim, but his warm insides, all flexing and shifting as gage metered his breathing, chest shaking, slowly working his way down.

like a statue (or a fucking muppet), gage was straight-backed, shock still, when he felt the brush of each man’s balls under his thighs and ass.

“--you fit,” gage hissed, breath pinched. “babe, please-- kiss me? I don’t wanna move.”

the shift of the larger man curling up to meet his lips made him tremble, his cock leaking and his insides almost spasming -- and jet immediately came. hot, thick, creamy, running down both his and dieter’s cocks to seep through the gaps between them, with how they had gage so fucked-open.

and gage laugh-moaned, open-mouthed, ready to basically end the guy’s life with overstimulation. dieter took forever to cum, anyway.

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The words were like a knife to the heart. Francisco hadn’t known what he had expected, where things would’ve led between the two of them, he was usually such a go with the flow type of guy, but he knew now that he wanted whatever it was they had together to continue. Biting his lip, not knowing what to say, was the moment he realized just how much he wanted Clayton.

Things were…complicated. He had his political career and his family to worry about, circumstances that kept him in the closet. Only a select few people ever got to know him for he genuinely was. And Clayton was one of those people.

“Maybe-” he began, stopping immediately to look down in frustration, “shit.” The man rarely used such expletives, but he was overwhelmed. Using it in this moment was the least of his mistakes.

He looked up again, his eyes pleading with Clayton. “Is this it? Is it over before it even really got to take off?” Francisco had tried not to put labels on it, afraid of this very situation, but it hurt the same. Francisco walked closer, taking one of Clayton’s hands in his own. “I know things are hard, and being with me is a challenge sometimes, but I,” he paused, swallowing the knot in his throat, “I really care about you, Clay. I don’t think we should give up. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”

“I want to be with you for real, how you deserve. I don’t care what people think about it. I just don’t want to lose you.” As uncomfortable as it made him to feel vulnerable, he put that behind him and swallowed it down. 

“...did you think it’s gonna be easy?”

someone didn’t get to francisco’s level by taking the easy way through. clayton was older, but not by much -- his career more streamlined, more deliberate. get in, tour of service, get out, get home. he saw in hard lines, how they shot out into future trajectories.

“come on, paco. look at me.” his rough-hewn hand caught the side of francisco’s face, keeping him close. thumbing over his cheek. showing the softness that nobody else got to see, from either of them. “from day one. I knew you were gonna fuck me up.” his grin wavered, flickering towards the frown he knew he’d have on before long.

fingers curled into the back of francisco’s neck. “being with me, for real. it’s gonna be a fight.” clay stared into francisco’s eyes. “tooth and claw. skin and blood. there’s a lotta shit I can get in the way of, now. a lot I can do. for a lot of people who can’t.”

how could he look at francisco -- first thing in the morning, last thing at night, and say he loved him -- if it meant shackling him to the ground? “I’m not gonna back down on any of it. not an inch. you’re already damn lucky you already got me quiet, for so long,” he added, with a darker chuckle.

“real, to me? it’s loud.” his thumb shifted down, playing over francisco’s lips. “it’s gunfire. it’s sirens. it’s...fireworks, in your parents’ backyard.“ just a catch, at the edge of his voice. “when the sun’s just gone down and I try to take your hand, but you can’t.” his chest filled, slowly. “since there’s kids around, and kids get curious, and kids get answers. I sure as shit can’t lie to your cousins.” most of them had clay around their fingers, even with him as ‘just a friend’.

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well, it was worth a try. cardinal wasn’t opposed to the fight, on the contrary it interested him just as much as the act of fornication to come after, but compared to clayton? he was far less invested. he had no need for it bar training, working up a sweat, and getting his blood flowing. “is hand-to-hand satisfactory for the war god and his champion?” he was imbued with heaven’s strength, could call forth obsidian wings that were both delicate and stronger than diamond, could summon divine calls of holy light. but sometimes a good fisticuffs without all of that (or almost of all that, seeing as some of was intrinsic) could serve well enough. the other’s confidence wasn’t arrogance or cockiness, and perhaps to some it might be a turn off, to be so sure of themselves, but for the angel it just fueled his desire.

cardinal’s eyes never left clayton’s form, both sizing him up and checking him out. he pushed himself off the wall, twisting his body side-to-side, performing a lazy stretch. “i’ll be sure to put on a good fight for ya.” and even though the aspect was sure to see it coming, the angel made the first move: lunging right at the other without prior warning — an easy dodge and counter to be sure.

“oh, cardinal...” the angel had to be teasing him, at this point. “you know I love a grapple.” each of them seemed to be stretching in their own rights, doing their best to limber up. clayton knew that cardinal had power in his limbs. divine light, yadda yadda, sacred from a different direction. clayton’s ancestor wasn’t a god in the literal sense, more performative -- an ancient superhuman, reaching down through tides of blood to grant clayton his birthright.

rather than dodge or avoid cardinal’s charge, clayton matched. sinking to a crouch, hands forward, locking with the lunge as cardinal made it. palms to palms. fingers curling over the back of cardinal’s hands. thick arms tensing, clayton’s thighs flexed, digging with the ball of one foot and the flat of the other. challenging. pushing. “the harder you make me work, the harder I’m gonna milk you. make it worth your while, angel.”

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    growing up, the meadowes brothers had taken different paths in life. college and some fancy degree weren’t in the cards for derek - he didn’t have the brains nor the dedication for it. instead, he’d worked a few odd end jobs and ultimately being a bodyguard seemed to be what paid the bills most. but of course, their paths would cross again but the dirty blonde never expected that he would end up in his brother’s bed. biting his bottom lip, the younger meadowes contemplates for a moment while sam grabbed his bulge. “alright, let me text her” he pulled out his phone and sent a text to his girlfriend before locking the screen and tossing it into the pile of clothes on the floor. “but you can’t tell anyone…” clearly nobody needed to know derek was screwing his older brother.

college, for sam, meant eye-opening experiences. lives so different from the one he knew, growing up alongside derek. he learned quite a few tricks, during his years as a major in architecture -- tricks that he’d used on derek the night before. he still wasn’t out-out, which would help in keeping their secret. “after all you got out last night, still don’t know how you’re so full.” his grip tightened, fingers curling under his brother’s bull-heavy balls, bundled up in the bulge. “you know me. lips are locked. head is a vault. nobody’s gonna know.” the sheets fell away, and he shifted his hand up, to shove under that waistband, get a grip on derek fully. “speaking of locked lips...” sam stepped in close, nose bumping derek’s, lips just a breath away from a kiss.

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“--do you have to leave right away?”

samson and derek hadn’t lived under the same roof for years. different paths, different lives, but all roads seemed to converge on one moment. curled into his own chest, wrapped in his own sheets, samson still ached from where derek was buried, prior. he could only hope derek still felt him inside from the night before. “tell her we’re still catching up.” the taller, leaner meadowes finally crawled from the bed, reaching to squeeze derek’s full package. “and we are, almost. I think you owe me another load.”

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    “i would have never guessed you were that good in bed,” derek crawled out of the others bed and searched for his clothes that had been tossed across the floor the night before when he back to their place. finding his briefs, the dirty blonde slid them on and stood over the edge of the bed to take in everything they did. fully aware of how wrong it was, he knew he’d regret it later. “so obviously… this can’t happen again” though the bulge in his briefs said otherwise.

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why did liandrus have to mention that he looked like him. florencio sucked his teeth, wagging a finger. “i don’t think he looks that much like you. besides, there is no comparison, drus.” that was true. as many guys as he tried to find that could come close, none ever did. it was never quite the same, not enough to satisfy him. none of them looked at him the same way liandrus did, they didn’t feel like him, taste like him. 

florencio looked down, he knew liandrus always had his back, few people did, but liandrus was definitely one of them. the touch to his chest made his heart flutter, the care behind his touch was always the best part of it. 

“i know, thank you, drusito.” he really did appreciate how much his younger brother looked out for him. he probably would’ve been disowned by now had it not been for his intervention. as much as florencio towed the line, there were times where he was careless and just fell off completely. 

liandrus knew exactly how to work him up, the words, and the fingers playing with his nipple ring drew a deep growl out of him, a shiver running down his spine. if he wasn’t sporting a chub before, he definitely was now. 

the way his brother looked down, bashful, after saying such dirty things to him, it made him want to kiss him as hard as he could. 

and that he did.

he moved closer to drus and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, before moving to lift him up bridal style, wrapping him in his arms.

florencio was giggling softly, holding his brother in his strong arms, “never, mi cielo. jamas.” 

he walked steadily to his room with his brother in his arms, and set him down on his bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him hungrily, as if he couldn’t breathe without taking the breath right from drus himself. 

florencio began to press kisses along drus’ jaw all the way to his ear, nibbling softly, before kissing passionately at his neck, wanting to leave a mark. florencio wanted desperately to hear the sounds he made. he thrust down, his cock growing harder by the second, his prince albert getting coated in pre-cum. 

“i think we need to get you out of these clothes, drusito,” he said with a laugh right into liandrus’ neck. 

with his focus, his fear of failure, liandrus was detail-oriented. picking up the little notes, the easily-miss-able facts that could make the difference between an educated decision and a wildcard play. if florencio’s hole for the night happened to look enough like himself for him to get confused, to break into his brother’s suite and demand an answer? well.

that might’ve been a little more glaring than his usual catch.

“don’t mention it.” and he meant it -- for florencio not to bring it up. drus worked behind the scenes, his influence was more felt than seen or heard. the things he did for love, to bring attention to them only made them feel false. like they had to be discovered, rather than announced, otherwise it wasn’t legitimate.

but love was a topic for another time. not when he had florencio’s nipple between his fingers, feeling the rumble through cio’s chest as the sound vibraded against his palm. with his downward gaze, drus could see his brother’s dick jump, starting to swell. his cheeks only deepened in color.

getting scooped up caused a yelp, but his arm slid behind florenico’s neck almost easily, like it belonged there. it wasn’t the first time he’d been carried off, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, either.

“cio--” he breathed. bouncing on the mattress just long enough, before the other was crawling over him. kiss after kiss after kiss. drus arched, fingers dragging down florencio’s bare back, until he had a grip on that firm ass of his -- to squeeze, to pull as he rutted, making his own need more apparent.

chin tipped up, his brother’s face shoved into his neck, drus found himself chuckling as well. “don’t want you off of me,” he admitted, clipping his sentences as he was more than turned on. more than ready. “but I need this off. maybe...just a little..” he squirmed, his build leaner than florencio but not without muscle of his own; the shirt was taut, and his pecs almost bounced out of the fabric being pulled over them, before he threw the shirt to the side. his own addition, to florencio’s more home-like mess.

his shorts, those took a bit more strategy. “cio, just, hold on--” one hand went up into florencio’s hair, pulling his brother’s face into his neck again, as the other shifted from cio’s firm cheek to his own waistband. pushing and squirming, thighs rubbing and spreading, drus fought the shorts low enough to get a heel on them, push them off and away to kick.

only when his own fat and lazy cock was out, florencio’s dripping piercing smearing his own length, did he turn to catch those lips again.

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sly devil. clayton was keenly aware of his sexuality and how to use it to his advantage. clayton was also keenly aware of what it did to the celestial. and what cardinal said held true; it wasn’t oft that someone, especially someone pseudo-‘mortal’, could go toe to toe with him, and it was even rarer that they could overpower him. so when that happened, it usually lit a fire deep within his core. the angel’s eye tracked centurion’s hand as it slipped beneath his waistband, enraptured by the subtle tease.

“we could fight — or we could just skip that all together.” he knew that fighting was foreplay, for clayton and for himself. but sometimes all a man wanted was to get to the main course. grin bright, cardinal stands there an imposing figure of pure muscle, arms crossed, bulging his thick biceps; ones that strain against the fabric of his tight-fitting shirt. “but i don’t think i have much say in the matter, do i?”

“dues gotta be paid.” clayton filled his chest with a slow breath, then rose to sit up, slipping his hand out of his shorts, rolling one boulder-like shoulder before the other. “you know how I get if I don’t fight. how mars gets.” as the current aspect of war, there’s a certain level of...challenge...that clayton needed to experience, in order to keep his end of the bargain. to maintain access to his birthright, and all the power it gave him.

finally on his feet, one arm was pulled across his chest. he sank to a squat, bouncing on his heels as well, making sure to stretch out all he could. “it’ll just make it better when I get what I want,” he offered. “since I don’t plan on losing. and even if I do?” his grin was damn-near feral. “I still win, after.”