Shadow Run - Episode 19

Davitts struggled not to laugh at how quickly his companions finished dinner once they’d decided on a common cause. A small part of him struggled with nerves, too, since it also sounded like a campaign of sorts. Too much focused attention made him nervous. Embarrassed. As long as the two of them didn’t talk about him too much. Talk around him. Still, he handed the key to Ess and shooed them both upstairs while he stayed by the fire to give them a moment to whisper, conspire, and work each other up.

The Zie before the disaster… Davitts wondered what he’d been like. Probably a mischievous and demanding lover just from the hints he’d seen. That Zie seemed to be gone. Any arrogance that might have been, any confidence, perhaps much of the playfulness, all swept away in grief and horror.

I’m beginning to understand some of the horror, at least.

He finished his kelver, thanked the young man serving in the common room, and tromped up two flights of stairs. The room he’d acquired wasn’t the biggest, but it had a nice view of the inn’s garden. There was only one bed. He didn’t think anyone would mind.

When he opened the door, he had to smile, since everything was exactly as he’d expected. Zie’s coat lay folded carefully over the back of a chair, his boots lined up neatly beside it, his hat on the seat. Essenin’s shirt lay crumpled on the floor, their boots dropped on top, and that was as far as they’d gotten with undressing. The two of them stood at the foot of the bed, tangled around each other, Ess’s face buried in Zie’s hair, Zie’s leg hiked up and wrapped around Ess’s hip. Somehow, it seemed as if there were more than four hands involved.

They’re so beautiful together. And they fit together…belong. He belongs with us. The thought was so clear, so sharp, it felt as if an iron spike had been driven through Davitts’ heart.

He must’ve made some sound, a whimper maybe, since Ess lifted their head and gave him a smile that lit their face all the way to their lovely burgundy eyes. “Hello, you.”

“Hello.” The warmth of that smile restarted Davitts’ heart and he managed to take a step closer. “You, ah… Well.”

“Our Davs,” Zie whispered as he unwound from Ess, a languid, deliberately sensual movement. He slid out of Ess’s arms, who watched with hungry amusement, and stalked across the floor to Davitts, a rumbling purr echoing deep in his chest. “We’d like to take care of you.”

“Um, yes?” He shouldn’t have been tongue-tied around them still, but the focused attention was unnerving. “Where…where would you like me?”

Instead of answering right away, Zie began to undo the buttons of Davitts’ shirt, licking the skin below each button as it came loose. “I would like…” Flick. Lick. “To fuck…” Flick. Lick. “You.” Flick. Lick. “Would you like that?”

It was surprisingly difficult to answer with a melted brain. “Nnnrgh. Yes.”

“Good.” Zie smoothed the shirt off his shoulders, leaving Davitts to struggle with the cuffs on his own, then momentarily confused Davitts as he turned back to Ess. “Too many clothes.”

With a huge grin, Ess shimmied out of their pants, then stood with their hands spread wide and their lovely umber skin shining with perspiration. Someone was excited. “And now?”

Zie took them by the hand and urged them onto their back across the width of the bed, which was a good sized bed, but Ess’s long legs still dangled off one side. Humming softly, Zie returned and sank to his knees in front of Davitts to unlace his boots. Could a brain melt more once it had already melted? He felt as if he didn’t have a rational thought left in his head, validated when Zie tapped the back of his knee.

“Lift.” 

Zie tapped again, as one would to ask an edlak to lift a hoof. Heat flooded Davitts face as he complied and he soon found himself efficiently stripped of boots, sock, and pants. He had every intention of asking what Zie wanted, but when he ran his tongue over the underside of Davitts’ erection, all that came out was an embarrassingly needy moan. It didn’t help at all that Zie only purred louder when Davitts tangled his fingers in the thick, black silk of his hair.

“What…”

“We’re apologizing.” Zie rose with more grace than should have been allowed and took Davitts’ hand to tow him toward the bed. “Aren’t we, Ess?”

As Zie tugged him around to the side of the bed where Ess’s head hung down, they arched their back and stretched a hand out to hook Davitts behind the thigh. “Oh, yes. My favorite kind of apology. Such abject, humble apologies.”

Zie tapped them on the nose. “Wait, please.”

While Ess sighed and pretended to be terribly put out, Zie stripped, folded his clothes meticulously, and retrieved the set of steps from under the bed, the ones meant to assist smaller people up to the mattress. This puzzled Davitts since Zie wasn’t quite that small until he set the steps just behind Davitts. Oh.

Prodding and pushing gently, Zie got Davitts to lean over Ess, supported on his elbows so his face was level with Ess’s crotch. Which, dear goddesses…the scent of Ess’s arousal made him fight having to drool.

“Wait, please.” Zie reiterated softly as he rummaged in one of the packs and rustled around behind Davitts. Finally, Zie’s foot claws clicked when he climbed onto the step, and Davitts hissed as cool oil drizzled down his crack. “All right. Now you may.”

Ess gave a pleased hum as their lips closed around Davitts’ cock and his brain whited out entirely when Zie nudged against his hole. So much, so…oh, so good. He forced himself to concentrate for a crucial moment, bearing down as Zie’s head breached him, and he whimpered against Ess’s thigh. Zie certainly wasn’t huge, but the suddenness made the stretch a challenge. When he could move again, he took Ess in his mouth, pleased warmth flooding him when Ess moaned and bucked up against him.

It was a feast of pleasure, being filled and filling. Davitts’ balls felt heavy enough to fall through the floor, pleasure spiraling much faster than he’d thought possible for being so tired. Almost embarrassing, but he wasn’t the only one as Ess writhed desperately beneath his lapping and sucking, and Zie’s breaths had gone short and sharp.

With muffled cries vibrating against Davitts’ cock, Ess came first, clamping around Davitts as if they never meant to let go. Zie thrust in time with those cries, hard and deep, and Davitts felt his eyes cross as his orgasm crested and flooded Ess’s mouth. Aftershocks still shuddered through him when Zie came as well, hissing and snarling, his steady rhythm suddenly disintegrated into stuttering thrusts.

Zie collapsed atop Davitts’ back and Ess melted into the bed underneath him as they all floated in that moment of just fucked bliss. Davitts turned his head far enough to announce, “Apology accepted.”

This started Ess laughing and the moment fragmented enough for them to disentangle and fall into bed together with Zie curled up under his right arm and Ess under his left. This. I just want this. And the peace to enjoy it. Is that asking too much?

After all of their hearts had calmed, their breaths quieted, Zie whispered hesitantly, “When you told your aunt I was your meste, did you mean that?”

Ess leaned up on one elbow, his smile a little crooked and unsure. “You understood that, did you?”

“I asked some of the crew what it meant.” Zie stroked Ess’s forearm with one claw. “Did you mean it?”

Davitts held his breath, anxious about where this might be going. Easy enough for it to go either way.

“I…” Ess’s forehead furrowed and he took Zie’s hand gently. “It’s not really for me to mean. As far as I’m concerned, and Davs is concerned, yes. But it’s something, really, that you would decide, if you’re considering becoming a…a part of us.”

Zie leaned over and planted a kiss on Ess’s lips. “Then I am. Your meste. And not because I have to consider being with you, but because I might not be able to stay with you.” Zie heaved a weary sigh. “I need—”

“You need to go to sleep.” Davitts pulled him closer and patted his hip. “Our lovely meste. Go to sleep. Planning’s for the morning.”

For one unhappy moment, he thought he’d get an argument, or worse, that Zie would get up and leave the room. But Zie only growled and nipped at his jaw before he snuggled back under the covers and went to sleep.

Episode 20