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jamjarPart what are we up to? Part 5, I think (in which Aerael defends his territory)
Dedicated to: Sting, mostly, in a completely unsubtle attempt to get thistle_dear to write more Sting fic. And Fen, for blushing at Stone's nudity. Aw, bless.
"Aerael! Let me down at once," Markkas said.
"Not a chance, Beautiful." Markkas dug his nails into Aerael's arm and tried a backwards head-butt. Aerael readjusted his grip, but mostly ignored him. "I leave you alone for a few hours and look at the trouble you're getting other people into."
Mark stopped struggling enough to wave at the two toys he'd picked up. "Please, it wouldn't have taken me more than two hours to finish with them." He paused and looked them over again. "Maybe three," he allowed. "I'd still have energy left for you."
Aerael tightened his grip, not impressed with Mark's logic. "Do you remember what I'd said I'd do if you let someone take advantage of any situations like this?" Aerael said, keeping his voice low, sweet and dangerous. Markkas stiffened. "I should have known that wouldn't be much of a deterrent."
"Don't think you can threaten me just because..."
"Was that a threat? I thought it was an incentive, the way you..."
"Ah-hem." They were interrupted from their argument by a cough. They turned to look at the incubus Mark had picked up. The incubus glared at Aerael, eyes still hazy from Markkas's lust. "It's rude to interrupt someone's meal," he said over Mark's head to Aerael.
"Exactly what I was going to say," Markkas said.
"Believe me, you have no idea what you're getting into," Aerael said, ignoring Mark. "You're about a century too young to even think of handling this one. Come back in a hundred years or so, when you might have learnt something."
"In a hundred years she'll be dead and the opportunity with her, " the incubus snapped. "Humans don't live long, so let me make the most of her while she's still around."
"her life expectancy is a little more than yours if you don't take my advice and try something a little more in your league," Aerael said. "I'm a reasonable fae. You can take the spare," he added, nodding at the human. "He looks energetic enough."
The incubus snorted. "You can't compare the two. And it doesn't look like Mara wants to go with you." He smiled as Aerael adjusted his grip for a more secure hold.
"Put me down you Chaos-fucked-" Mark said, trying to bend down and bite Aerael's forearm, almost falling out of his dress in the process.
The human, who'd stayed kneeling where Mark left him, started to get to his feet, looking nervous. "Um, should I…?"
"Stay where you are," Markkas snapped. The man knelt back down quickly. "When I want you to move, I'll tell you."
"Get your own meal," Aerael snarled at the other incubus, wings stretching out ready to break his arm if he reached for Mark.
"I want this one," the incubus said, ignoring the little voice inside that was screaming at him to back down, now. Mara was still there, still radiating lust and the kind of focus he'd only felt from vampires on the hunt, and only a moment ago it had been directed on him, half-feeding him already, half teasing him, heightening his appetite. Now that focus had shifted, and while her energy wasn't less, it wasn't feeding him anymore. He felt like a dryad in a solar eclipse, the nourishing sun suddenly being cut off when he was only half fed. It occurred to him that maybe he'd been spending too much time male, but every cell in his body was telling him not let this rival walk off his prospective fuck. He stretched his own wings out and clenched his fists.
"Mark, did you set this up just to see me strip the wings off some poor fool who didn't realise he was stealing food from someone else's plate?" Aerael said, growing frustrated. He was hungry and tired and didn't want to waste the time it'd take to hammer some respect into this stupid Bacchus-take-his-balls lust fae, and it'd be just like Mark to set things up so Aerael committed his mayhem for him, while he was in this weakened state.
Mark started struggling again. "I wanted to take someone's wings I'd do it myself," he hissed, insulted. "And if you hadn't interrupted..."
Aerael gave a low sigh under his breath. All he wanted to was to pick Mark up with the minimum of fuss, take him back to his place, strip him naked, try and find a way of punishing Mark for this little walk around that a) Mark wouldn't enjoy getting more than Aerael would enjoy giving and b) didn't leave Mark too tired to keep up with Aerael's plans for the rest of the night. There was no way of knowing when Bonnie would turn Mark back, but she'd probably pick the worst moment and Aerael wanted to make the most of this chance while it was still around. He wanted to find out what mark was capable of in this body, how his normal appetites, kinks and issues would manifest themselves when Mark was in a body with different instincts. Markkas dug his heel into Aerael's leg particularly hard. Mark was still beautiful, still vicious, still Mark -Aerael winced as Mark twisted his heel into Aerael's leg, almost screwing the stiletto tip into bone. Yes, definitely Mark.-but in this body he looked softer, felt softer, more easily made vulnerable.
A Mark without his usual defences available, that much more open, more accessible... He clamped down on his glamour quickly, not entirely trusting his own self control. It wasn't helping having Mark pressed so tightly against him, but he didn't trust the bastard if he loosened his grip. He put every bit of his frustration in his eyes and, very carefully, let the edges of his personal glamour stretch out to touch the other lust fae, not actively working, but holding it in check so that his wannabe rival could feel just what he was dealing with. he flexed his muscles, tilted his head so the tips of his horns caught the light and brought one wing around to cover Mark like a wall, marking his territory.
"You're young," Aerael said, ignoring Mark's muffled cries of disgust. "Take the spare and leave, while I've still got my patience."
The incubus bowed his head in submission and turned to the human, pulling him upright. Aerael could feel the incubus's glamour, tightly leashed, working on the human and squashing any complaints or excuses before he could utter them. The pair slunk away and after a moment Aerael dropped his wing and carefully loosened his grip enough for Mark to slip down. The moment his feet touched the ground, he tried to twist and face Aerael, but Aerael cut him off before he could speak. "We're going to leave now. Don't argue, don't complain, don't say anything, because my control is thinner than a pixie's hair right now."
"Very well," Mark said. "Are you going to let me go now?"
"Not a chance," Aerael said. "Just start walking to the exit."
"Oh, you're going already?" Aerael hadn't noticed the waitress, a pooka he didn't recognise, appear. It was almost unknown for Aerael to be so thoroughly overlooked, but the pooka's attention was completely on Mark.
"It seems so," Mark said, a little dryly, ignoring the incubus with one protective arm still across his torso.
She shrugged philosophically. "Should've known it wouldn't take you long to pair off." She looked Aerael over properly. "Want a third? I'm flexible."
"Another time, maybe," Mark said. "I don't think I could give you the attention you deserve."
She pouted, but accepted the deferral. "Play nice," she said to Aerael. "Other people might want a go."
Aerael resisted the urge to laugh at the incongruity of people telling him be careful of poor, defenceless Mark. "It's not me you should be saying that to," he said.
She took a second glance at Mark, slower and a bit more respectful, then her ears twitched and she hurried over to a table, pen and pad already in hand.
"You did have fun while I was gone," Aerael said, watching her go. "I'm impressed. Human and female for a couple of hours and you've already placed yourself back at the top of the food chain. It was dangerous, coming out like this when you don't have your normal defences."
Mark stiffened. "If you're going to give me a lecture on how I need to hide myself away because of Bonnie's little games..." He reached behind him, one arm going behind Aerael's neck and for a moment Aerael thought he was being pulled down to kiss Mark's nape or something, before the burn of iron. Lust faeries had greater immunity to iron than most fae, but it was being held at the base of his skull and hurt, crippling as a migraine. "Humans have some strengths that fae do not." Mark said smugly.
Aerael managed to twist away and grab Mark's arm with his free hand. "Maybe, but I'm physically stronger than you normally, and without any magic or glamour to even the odds…" He smiled. "You're not up to your usual standards of resistance, Mark."
"Being glamourless, human or female does not change who I am," Mark said, attempting a backwards kick that would have seriously impaired Aerael's ability to feed if he hadn't managed to block it. "I can resist you as well as I do normally. Shut up!
"I didn't say anything," Aerael said, smirking to rival Mark. He let go of Mark completely and was amused to see Mark wobble on his feet for a moment at the sudden loss of support.
Mark "You didn't have to, I could feel you thinking it."
Aerael grinned. "Yeah, well, this going to be the first time I won't have to worry about you draining my blood if you get peckish."
"Oh, really? Humans are not herbivores by nature. I'm still a predator, although now I'm a meat-eater, rather than a blood-drinker." Mark's female throat lent itself well to a dangerous purr. "If I get peckish like this, who knows what I'll take a bite of." He pressed a hand against Aerael's groin through the jeans and laughed at Aerael's instinctive flinch. "Come on, it can't be the first time someone said you look good enough to eat."
"Carnivore," Aerael said, feeling strangely affectionate at the decidedly Mark-ish response.
"Always," Mark said. He softened visibly, dropping the challenging stance. "So, how are we getting back?" He stretched, rolling his shoulders back and started to make his way through the crows to the door. "Are you up to giving me a lift home?"
"Beautiful, I've been flying for almost two hours straight in the middle of the night," Aerael said. Mark walked through the crowds like he expected people, cars, and even buildings to part from him, and the sheer force of his confidence made people part before him. " I'd still be drifting off course over New Jersey if a mollymawk hadn't given me a lift in the right direction," he continued, casually grabbing and twisting the wrist of a wannabe groper. They got to the coat-check and Mark handed his token, then leaned against the desk to look at Aerael. Aerael mirrored his position.
"Where were you, anyway?" Mark asked. He patted Aerael's butt. "Even for you, these jeans are a little much." He put his hand through a tear, high on Aerael's thigh and easily six inches long, stretching his fingers out then pulling them back with flattering reluctance.
"Philadelphia," Aerael said.
Markkas gave him a look of mild contempt. "You're out of shape if you can't carry me home after a little trip like that."
"You're heavier when you're human," Aerael said. "And I don't like flying on an empty stomach," he added as the girl plunked a familiar-looking coat on the desk between them.
Mark picked up the coat , turned and passed Aerael the coat over his shoulder. Aerael held it up for Mark to slip on without thinking. "Well then," Mark said, pulling his hair out and shaking so it rippled down to his knees. "We'll have to see what we can do for an in-flight meal."
tbc.
Dedicated to: Sting, mostly, in a completely unsubtle attempt to get thistle_dear to write more Sting fic. And Fen, for blushing at Stone's nudity. Aw, bless.
"Aerael! Let me down at once," Markkas said.
"Not a chance, Beautiful." Markkas dug his nails into Aerael's arm and tried a backwards head-butt. Aerael readjusted his grip, but mostly ignored him. "I leave you alone for a few hours and look at the trouble you're getting other people into."
Mark stopped struggling enough to wave at the two toys he'd picked up. "Please, it wouldn't have taken me more than two hours to finish with them." He paused and looked them over again. "Maybe three," he allowed. "I'd still have energy left for you."
Aerael tightened his grip, not impressed with Mark's logic. "Do you remember what I'd said I'd do if you let someone take advantage of any situations like this?" Aerael said, keeping his voice low, sweet and dangerous. Markkas stiffened. "I should have known that wouldn't be much of a deterrent."
"Don't think you can threaten me just because..."
"Was that a threat? I thought it was an incentive, the way you..."
"Ah-hem." They were interrupted from their argument by a cough. They turned to look at the incubus Mark had picked up. The incubus glared at Aerael, eyes still hazy from Markkas's lust. "It's rude to interrupt someone's meal," he said over Mark's head to Aerael.
"Exactly what I was going to say," Markkas said.
"Believe me, you have no idea what you're getting into," Aerael said, ignoring Mark. "You're about a century too young to even think of handling this one. Come back in a hundred years or so, when you might have learnt something."
"In a hundred years she'll be dead and the opportunity with her, " the incubus snapped. "Humans don't live long, so let me make the most of her while she's still around."
"her life expectancy is a little more than yours if you don't take my advice and try something a little more in your league," Aerael said. "I'm a reasonable fae. You can take the spare," he added, nodding at the human. "He looks energetic enough."
The incubus snorted. "You can't compare the two. And it doesn't look like Mara wants to go with you." He smiled as Aerael adjusted his grip for a more secure hold.
"Put me down you Chaos-fucked-" Mark said, trying to bend down and bite Aerael's forearm, almost falling out of his dress in the process.
The human, who'd stayed kneeling where Mark left him, started to get to his feet, looking nervous. "Um, should I…?"
"Stay where you are," Markkas snapped. The man knelt back down quickly. "When I want you to move, I'll tell you."
"Get your own meal," Aerael snarled at the other incubus, wings stretching out ready to break his arm if he reached for Mark.
"I want this one," the incubus said, ignoring the little voice inside that was screaming at him to back down, now. Mara was still there, still radiating lust and the kind of focus he'd only felt from vampires on the hunt, and only a moment ago it had been directed on him, half-feeding him already, half teasing him, heightening his appetite. Now that focus had shifted, and while her energy wasn't less, it wasn't feeding him anymore. He felt like a dryad in a solar eclipse, the nourishing sun suddenly being cut off when he was only half fed. It occurred to him that maybe he'd been spending too much time male, but every cell in his body was telling him not let this rival walk off his prospective fuck. He stretched his own wings out and clenched his fists.
"Mark, did you set this up just to see me strip the wings off some poor fool who didn't realise he was stealing food from someone else's plate?" Aerael said, growing frustrated. He was hungry and tired and didn't want to waste the time it'd take to hammer some respect into this stupid Bacchus-take-his-balls lust fae, and it'd be just like Mark to set things up so Aerael committed his mayhem for him, while he was in this weakened state.
Mark started struggling again. "I wanted to take someone's wings I'd do it myself," he hissed, insulted. "And if you hadn't interrupted..."
Aerael gave a low sigh under his breath. All he wanted to was to pick Mark up with the minimum of fuss, take him back to his place, strip him naked, try and find a way of punishing Mark for this little walk around that a) Mark wouldn't enjoy getting more than Aerael would enjoy giving and b) didn't leave Mark too tired to keep up with Aerael's plans for the rest of the night. There was no way of knowing when Bonnie would turn Mark back, but she'd probably pick the worst moment and Aerael wanted to make the most of this chance while it was still around. He wanted to find out what mark was capable of in this body, how his normal appetites, kinks and issues would manifest themselves when Mark was in a body with different instincts. Markkas dug his heel into Aerael's leg particularly hard. Mark was still beautiful, still vicious, still Mark -Aerael winced as Mark twisted his heel into Aerael's leg, almost screwing the stiletto tip into bone. Yes, definitely Mark.-but in this body he looked softer, felt softer, more easily made vulnerable.
A Mark without his usual defences available, that much more open, more accessible... He clamped down on his glamour quickly, not entirely trusting his own self control. It wasn't helping having Mark pressed so tightly against him, but he didn't trust the bastard if he loosened his grip. He put every bit of his frustration in his eyes and, very carefully, let the edges of his personal glamour stretch out to touch the other lust fae, not actively working, but holding it in check so that his wannabe rival could feel just what he was dealing with. he flexed his muscles, tilted his head so the tips of his horns caught the light and brought one wing around to cover Mark like a wall, marking his territory.
"You're young," Aerael said, ignoring Mark's muffled cries of disgust. "Take the spare and leave, while I've still got my patience."
The incubus bowed his head in submission and turned to the human, pulling him upright. Aerael could feel the incubus's glamour, tightly leashed, working on the human and squashing any complaints or excuses before he could utter them. The pair slunk away and after a moment Aerael dropped his wing and carefully loosened his grip enough for Mark to slip down. The moment his feet touched the ground, he tried to twist and face Aerael, but Aerael cut him off before he could speak. "We're going to leave now. Don't argue, don't complain, don't say anything, because my control is thinner than a pixie's hair right now."
"Very well," Mark said. "Are you going to let me go now?"
"Not a chance," Aerael said. "Just start walking to the exit."
"Oh, you're going already?" Aerael hadn't noticed the waitress, a pooka he didn't recognise, appear. It was almost unknown for Aerael to be so thoroughly overlooked, but the pooka's attention was completely on Mark.
"It seems so," Mark said, a little dryly, ignoring the incubus with one protective arm still across his torso.
She shrugged philosophically. "Should've known it wouldn't take you long to pair off." She looked Aerael over properly. "Want a third? I'm flexible."
"Another time, maybe," Mark said. "I don't think I could give you the attention you deserve."
She pouted, but accepted the deferral. "Play nice," she said to Aerael. "Other people might want a go."
Aerael resisted the urge to laugh at the incongruity of people telling him be careful of poor, defenceless Mark. "It's not me you should be saying that to," he said.
She took a second glance at Mark, slower and a bit more respectful, then her ears twitched and she hurried over to a table, pen and pad already in hand.
"You did have fun while I was gone," Aerael said, watching her go. "I'm impressed. Human and female for a couple of hours and you've already placed yourself back at the top of the food chain. It was dangerous, coming out like this when you don't have your normal defences."
Mark stiffened. "If you're going to give me a lecture on how I need to hide myself away because of Bonnie's little games..." He reached behind him, one arm going behind Aerael's neck and for a moment Aerael thought he was being pulled down to kiss Mark's nape or something, before the burn of iron. Lust faeries had greater immunity to iron than most fae, but it was being held at the base of his skull and hurt, crippling as a migraine. "Humans have some strengths that fae do not." Mark said smugly.
Aerael managed to twist away and grab Mark's arm with his free hand. "Maybe, but I'm physically stronger than you normally, and without any magic or glamour to even the odds…" He smiled. "You're not up to your usual standards of resistance, Mark."
"Being glamourless, human or female does not change who I am," Mark said, attempting a backwards kick that would have seriously impaired Aerael's ability to feed if he hadn't managed to block it. "I can resist you as well as I do normally. Shut up!
"I didn't say anything," Aerael said, smirking to rival Mark. He let go of Mark completely and was amused to see Mark wobble on his feet for a moment at the sudden loss of support.
Mark "You didn't have to, I could feel you thinking it."
Aerael grinned. "Yeah, well, this going to be the first time I won't have to worry about you draining my blood if you get peckish."
"Oh, really? Humans are not herbivores by nature. I'm still a predator, although now I'm a meat-eater, rather than a blood-drinker." Mark's female throat lent itself well to a dangerous purr. "If I get peckish like this, who knows what I'll take a bite of." He pressed a hand against Aerael's groin through the jeans and laughed at Aerael's instinctive flinch. "Come on, it can't be the first time someone said you look good enough to eat."
"Carnivore," Aerael said, feeling strangely affectionate at the decidedly Mark-ish response.
"Always," Mark said. He softened visibly, dropping the challenging stance. "So, how are we getting back?" He stretched, rolling his shoulders back and started to make his way through the crows to the door. "Are you up to giving me a lift home?"
"Beautiful, I've been flying for almost two hours straight in the middle of the night," Aerael said. Mark walked through the crowds like he expected people, cars, and even buildings to part from him, and the sheer force of his confidence made people part before him. " I'd still be drifting off course over New Jersey if a mollymawk hadn't given me a lift in the right direction," he continued, casually grabbing and twisting the wrist of a wannabe groper. They got to the coat-check and Mark handed his token, then leaned against the desk to look at Aerael. Aerael mirrored his position.
"Where were you, anyway?" Mark asked. He patted Aerael's butt. "Even for you, these jeans are a little much." He put his hand through a tear, high on Aerael's thigh and easily six inches long, stretching his fingers out then pulling them back with flattering reluctance.
"Philadelphia," Aerael said.
Markkas gave him a look of mild contempt. "You're out of shape if you can't carry me home after a little trip like that."
"You're heavier when you're human," Aerael said. "And I don't like flying on an empty stomach," he added as the girl plunked a familiar-looking coat on the desk between them.
Mark picked up the coat , turned and passed Aerael the coat over his shoulder. Aerael held it up for Mark to slip on without thinking. "Well then," Mark said, pulling his hair out and shaking so it rippled down to his knees. "We'll have to see what we can do for an in-flight meal."
tbc.
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Date: 2003-04-25 04:25 am (UTC)Why does this remind me of an animal doing a mating ritual and definitely marking his territory? *snickers* I can see the show title in my head. "Mating habits of the wild lust fae."
he flexed his muscles, tilted his head so the tips of his horns caught the light and brought one wing around to cover Mark like a wall, marking his territory.
*in a low voice*
"Oh, look at those muscles, and those horns! You can tell they are healthy by the way they gleam in the light. I do believe we have an alpha lust fae on our hands! Notice the way he protects his mate from the beta? You don't see behaviors like this everyday.."
By the way, "Hi!"
--Dani (who has had too many biology classes and too much Discovery Channel in her life for it to be healthy..)
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Date: 2003-04-25 04:44 am (UTC)Either way, I'm going to hear David Attenbrough in my head during the sex scenes and flashing back to the blue-whales-mating bit in "The Life of Mammels" and sniggering over the 1 ton testicals. Why yes, I do have the maturity of a twelve year old boy.
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Date: 2003-04-25 05:45 am (UTC)Dicoverys-style MSTing, it's the wave of the future.
I, uhh, think I'll just back away slowly now. No Discovery-style MSTing for me! Though if you want to write a fic.. ~_^
Somewhere in that other comment I meant to saw I loved it very much! Seductive female! Markkas is definitely now one of my new kinks. If I could draw more than stick figures then there would definitely be a picture for that coming from me, especially because of the boots..
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Date: 2003-04-25 06:28 am (UTC)Also, just want to say I love your userpics.