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Aerael woke up first and carefully got out of bed. The trick of getting out of bed without waking one's partner was one he'd perfected a long time ago, although it was made a little more difficult by Mark's hair, spread across the pillows and tangling his arms.

To be honest, he was a little surprised that Mark hadn't made any attempt to get him to leave after last night, not even a token "I've got an early meeting tomorrow," let alone the expected "You should get out before my wards kick in and disembowel you."

And if he hadn't quite snuggled- had, in fact, turned his back on Aerael, wings like a modesty bored dividing the bed in two- there had been a moment when Mark had let his head rest against Aerael's shoulder, Aerael's arm almost cradling him. Quite surprising, really.

Still, there was a big difference between falling into a post-coital coma with someone and waking up with them. Mark was probably the type to have some pretty ingrained reactions on waking up, morning vulnerable with them. True, if he was so inclined, he could probably reverse whatever he did in the first flush of who-the-fuck-is-this-person, but Aerael wasn't willing to test it.

Besides, he was in the mood for some breakfast.

Like most fae who got their nutrition from other sources, Aerael rarely ate food. He had the healthy respect for chocolate that anyone who got power from sex had, as well as a good working knowledge of certain fruits and vegetables. He could plan a meal for seduction, although it wasn't one of his specialities and he really bothered preparing anything after the starters. He rarely ate without some ulterior purpose, but sometimes, after particularly satisfying nights, he felt a craving for food, like a human wanting coffee or a cigarette after a good meal.

He found the kitchen without too much trouble. It was well stocked, which surprised him for a moment, before he realised that Mark Sartain probably had to entertain fae and humans in the name of business. Hmm, what to eat... He picked up a grapefruit and a plate of pre-cooked spicy looking meats, stopped when he smelt coffee and followed his nose to the dining room.

And found the blond boy with bad timing sitting down to what looked suspiciously like breakfast. He looked up when Aerael entered and blushed. Blushing was not a technique Aerael made much use of; oh, he could fake one easily enough, but they never felt quite believable and always clashed with his persona. This boy blushed like a genuine Innocent or at least, Inexperienced, and really, that was a dreadful state for anyone over the age of consent to be in.

"Hi. Remember me?"Aerael smiled and stepped forwards. "From last night." He put the food down and leaned against the table in a deliberately provocative pose and then almost dropped his pose in shock. He could actually feel his glamour disappear. It was deeply disturbing, almost enough to make him want to retreat out of range, just so he wouldn't feel himself dissolve like that. To feel the edges of his glamour just disappear into nothingness like that was scary. He pulled his glamour in, something he rarely bothered with, just so he wouldn't feel it fading at the edges. That simple action helped him regain his equilibrium, and he looked at the still blushing boy.

"You're still here!" He managed to say. "I'm sorry about..."

"Most people seeing a lust fae at work would at least ask for my name, if not an invitation." Aerael interrupted, feeling more like himself the more the brother blushed. "It was pretty rude to just run off like that. I'm Aerael, by the way."

"Davy. Adavidarian. If you..."

"Breaking the mood and then not offering to fix it. Your brother is not happy with you," Aerael said cheerfully.

"If I'd known... My brother... Mark should've locked the door!" And the last bit shouted. And wouldn't you know it, he looked pretty like that, shyness and embarrassment temporarily overwhelmed by self-righteous aggravation.

"Eh. We were distracted." He smiled, putting the memory of every act committed last night in that smile and, yup, there was that blush again, although this time Davy met his eyes with what looked like the beginnings of a temper.

He was struck by the sudden, pleasant image of Markkas and Davy in bed together. Davy, all prickly inexperience and Mark, dark hair and dominance. While he had no taste for personal sibcest -and really, it was a little disturbing to not want someone as obviously attractive as Iolanthe, but his libido just wouldn't work with Io. However, it had nothing against incest as it related to others and the Sartains would have been fantasy fodder for anyone, incubus, succubus, or passerby.

Aerael smiled again, toning it down and making it more reassuring. "You could have joined in, you know."

"With my brother?" Davy made a face.

"Well, I guess he's not to everyone's taste. Coffee?" Aerael asked, sitting down so Davy wouldn't have to look up at him and putting on his best don't frighten-the-virgin body language. Not that he really thought Davy was a virgin, just a little inexperienced. Probably the boyfriend type, hard as it was to imagine a Sartain like that. That said, all he knew of the Sartains was Markkastanen si Rhaegal Sartain's reputation and one long night of personal experience.

Davy passed the coffee over. "Cups are in the cupboard behind you," he said.

Aerael twisted round in his seat to get his cup, partly so he wouldn't have to get up, but mostly so he could sneak a look at Davy under the table. Not the best angle, but good enough to confirm that Davy, inexperienced or not, was definitely not too young.

"What was that..." he waved the hand not holding the coffee cup in the air. "Last night, when you came in and the magic just went dead."

Davy looked back down at his plate again. This time, his expression seemed closer to shame than embarrassment. "Um, yeah. Sorry that was me again. I have this... Mark calls it a null field. Magic, glamour as well, stops working near me. I can usually keep it pretty drawn in, but when I'm emotional..." he trailed off, looked at his cup and topped it up, more as a way of avoiding eye contact than because it needed it.

Aerael sat back, surprised. He'd guessed that the magic negation was centered around Davy; he hadn't realised it was involuntary, as natural as his own libido-enhancing aura. There were a number of spells that could drain magic, but Davy's new field was unheard of. And thinking about it, a good reason for his shyness and apparent inexperience. Most fae would avoid getting too close to something like that.

"That explains as lot," he said, then realised he'd said it out loud. He smiled his reassure-the-virgin smile again. "Like why you weren't effected by my glamour, and why you haven't been checking me out, even though I know I'm good in the mornings. I'd think a lot of fae are probably really uncomfortable around you. You're pretty enough to have incubi banging at your door, but..." he trailed of sympathetically.

Davy bent his head and Aerael felt a pang of "aw, must comfort the poor baby with sex," which was practically a maternal instinct for lust fae. It might be tricky to get him, if he couldn't use his glamour and if Davy really was as shy about sex as he seemed.

"Yeah, well, I'm not really interested in incubi," Davy said quietly. "Or, you know, males in general."

"That's easy to fix," Aerael purred. "I have excellent breasts, don't you think?" And that sentence was surprising enough for Davy to raise his head to meet Aerael's eyes, except his eyes got sort of stuck on route.

"Wuh?" Aw, how sweet, the boy actually needed to shake his head to clear his thoughts enough to answer. He met Aerael's eyes by force of will. "Uh." Although he still seemed pre-verbal, little darling.

"You can look as much as you want. That's what they're there for, after all." Aerael judged this a good moment for a shrug and was rewarded with an almost audible snap as pretty little Davy's eyes went back to his breasts. "What animal, other than human and fae, have permanently enlarged mammary glands?" He went on. "They were designed to be stared at." he looked down at himself. "They are pretty cool though, don't you think?"

Davy nodded before he caught himself. Aerael smiled. It was actually pretty gratifying to know that he could have this effect, without using any glamour. Not that his body wasn't powerful bait in itself, and he really did have nice breasts when he was she, but still.

(to be added to. Need an ending and an appearance by Mark, dammit)