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jamjarDon't know how long this will take to get done. Suggestions greatly appreciated (especially a title), and mostly dedicated to KamiKaze, because she sounds like she needs it.
Part one (in which the inevitable occurs, and one of the author's kinks is fed)
Mark was not a believer in fate. In fact, it went against his core beliefs, that the future was ordered and inevitable, and most of the time Aerael believed him. Nonetheless, it was also true that certain things were inevitable. Not death and taxes- any fae of reasonable intelligence and with a good accountant could avoid those- and not the sun-will-rise, day-follows-night kind of inevitable. Aerael had witnessed too many of Marks workings to place total faith in those as definite future events.
It was, Aerael decided later, inevitable that Mark would do something to royally piss off the Wild Queen. It was just as inevitable that her sense of humour would insert itself into any punishment she doled out, so really, Aerael shouldn't have been taken by surprise when a royally pissed off Wild Queen appeared in his bedroom, just when Mark was naked and kneeling over him, about to lower himself down only to frozen in place by a particularly vicious freeze-spell.
"Bonnie, this is not the right time," Aerael growled, raising himself up on his elbows to glare at her. Mark was absolutely still, so much that even his pupils were frozen in place, but Aerael could feel the list that had filled the room only seconds before get replaced by the bitter whirlwind flavour of Mark's fury.
Bonnie smiled, showing teeth as Sharp as Marks, although there seemed to be a lot more of them. "Take it up with Markie. if he can't keep his teeth to himself, he has to deal with the consequences." Her voice went higher in pitch and loudness as she spoke, she was screaming the last word. There was a puff of smoke, Bonnie disappeared and an extremely beautiful, extremely naked woman had taken Mark's place on top of him. Her look of surprise lasted only a second, before morphing into a familiar scowl and she whipped her head round to yell at Bonnie so fast that the ends of her hair lashed Aerael's face.
"You bitch! How dare you do this to me again!" Mark yelled. His -her?- eyes took in Bonnie's absence. "Come back here so I can kill you," Mark yelled, in complete denial of any kind of reason.
So this was what Mark had looked like when he fed Iolaus. Aerael fought back a laugh. That explained a lot of the things Davy and Io hadn't said. Well, as punishments went, this one had its advantages. And Markkas might have forgotten his convenient position, kneeling on top of a sprawled out Aerael, but Aerael was delightfully aware of it. He put his hands on Markkas's thighs and started gently rubbing his hands up them. "There's no point yelling. She's gone,so we might as well make the best of the situation."
Markkas turned his head slowly to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Oh, really? Considering how little you let me play with your feminine side, why should I let you play with mine?"
"Oh, I can think of a few reasons…" he let his hands go up to circle Markkas's waist, holding her still while he sat up. The change in positions pressed her against him and he enjoyed the slight gasp and the rising tension in the air. Even human, Markkas radiated lust. "To ruin Bonnie's fun."
"I think you underestimate her tendency to perversity," Mark said dryly, but not objecting to the change in position. "Or at least, voyeurism. She's probably watching this through one of her mirrors right now."
"Then we should put on a good show. You know, now that I know what you looked like when Bonnie did this to you before, I think I'm really going to have to punish you," Aerael said.
"Oh yes? And I was just thinking that…"
"Uh uh, boys and girls," Bonnie's voice suddenly interrupted. "Now that wouldn't be much a punishment, would it?" And Aerael found himself getting pulled away from Mark, like falling slowly backwards. Sensations faded, the feel of Markkas's body against him, the bed underneath disappearing into numbness and he could hear Bonnie's voice in the distance saying "Markie, Markie, Markie, what kind of a girl are you? I leave you alone for two seconds and you're already…"
And then he reappeared mid-air in a strange bedroom. He landed with an jolt on a lumpy, tasted lust on the air and realised that the bed was lumpy because there were people in it. Seconds later he was struggling against an unusually built fae. His hands were around his throat and Aerael was struggled to bring a wing around to knock him back at the same as inflicting an especially effective head-but. He just managed to get one wing loose and was about to strike when he was distracted by a familiar voice from the bed.
"Wha? Aerael? Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?"
tbc
Part one (in which the inevitable occurs, and one of the author's kinks is fed)
Mark was not a believer in fate. In fact, it went against his core beliefs, that the future was ordered and inevitable, and most of the time Aerael believed him. Nonetheless, it was also true that certain things were inevitable. Not death and taxes- any fae of reasonable intelligence and with a good accountant could avoid those- and not the sun-will-rise, day-follows-night kind of inevitable. Aerael had witnessed too many of Marks workings to place total faith in those as definite future events.
It was, Aerael decided later, inevitable that Mark would do something to royally piss off the Wild Queen. It was just as inevitable that her sense of humour would insert itself into any punishment she doled out, so really, Aerael shouldn't have been taken by surprise when a royally pissed off Wild Queen appeared in his bedroom, just when Mark was naked and kneeling over him, about to lower himself down only to frozen in place by a particularly vicious freeze-spell.
"Bonnie, this is not the right time," Aerael growled, raising himself up on his elbows to glare at her. Mark was absolutely still, so much that even his pupils were frozen in place, but Aerael could feel the list that had filled the room only seconds before get replaced by the bitter whirlwind flavour of Mark's fury.
Bonnie smiled, showing teeth as Sharp as Marks, although there seemed to be a lot more of them. "Take it up with Markie. if he can't keep his teeth to himself, he has to deal with the consequences." Her voice went higher in pitch and loudness as she spoke, she was screaming the last word. There was a puff of smoke, Bonnie disappeared and an extremely beautiful, extremely naked woman had taken Mark's place on top of him. Her look of surprise lasted only a second, before morphing into a familiar scowl and she whipped her head round to yell at Bonnie so fast that the ends of her hair lashed Aerael's face.
"You bitch! How dare you do this to me again!" Mark yelled. His -her?- eyes took in Bonnie's absence. "Come back here so I can kill you," Mark yelled, in complete denial of any kind of reason.
So this was what Mark had looked like when he fed Iolaus. Aerael fought back a laugh. That explained a lot of the things Davy and Io hadn't said. Well, as punishments went, this one had its advantages. And Markkas might have forgotten his convenient position, kneeling on top of a sprawled out Aerael, but Aerael was delightfully aware of it. He put his hands on Markkas's thighs and started gently rubbing his hands up them. "There's no point yelling. She's gone,so we might as well make the best of the situation."
Markkas turned his head slowly to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Oh, really? Considering how little you let me play with your feminine side, why should I let you play with mine?"
"Oh, I can think of a few reasons…" he let his hands go up to circle Markkas's waist, holding her still while he sat up. The change in positions pressed her against him and he enjoyed the slight gasp and the rising tension in the air. Even human, Markkas radiated lust. "To ruin Bonnie's fun."
"I think you underestimate her tendency to perversity," Mark said dryly, but not objecting to the change in position. "Or at least, voyeurism. She's probably watching this through one of her mirrors right now."
"Then we should put on a good show. You know, now that I know what you looked like when Bonnie did this to you before, I think I'm really going to have to punish you," Aerael said.
"Oh yes? And I was just thinking that…"
"Uh uh, boys and girls," Bonnie's voice suddenly interrupted. "Now that wouldn't be much a punishment, would it?" And Aerael found himself getting pulled away from Mark, like falling slowly backwards. Sensations faded, the feel of Markkas's body against him, the bed underneath disappearing into numbness and he could hear Bonnie's voice in the distance saying "Markie, Markie, Markie, what kind of a girl are you? I leave you alone for two seconds and you're already…"
And then he reappeared mid-air in a strange bedroom. He landed with an jolt on a lumpy, tasted lust on the air and realised that the bed was lumpy because there were people in it. Seconds later he was struggling against an unusually built fae. His hands were around his throat and Aerael was struggled to bring a wing around to knock him back at the same as inflicting an especially effective head-but. He just managed to get one wing loose and was about to strike when he was distracted by a familiar voice from the bed.
"Wha? Aerael? Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?"
tbc
