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Chronic Illness and Me

It’s been rough. I switched my biologic medication about four months ago. I swapped from the infusions of Remicade to self-inject Humira. The Remicade wasn’t helping at all.

Humira is helping a lot, but I’ve been in a pain flare for about two weeks now. I took one round of steroids to try and help, but they only masked it for the few days I was on them. I need to call my rheumatologist and ask their opinion on how to deal with this.

I had to be switched from hydrocodone to oxycodone. It was a bit of a frightening switch for me as oxy is stronger, but I’ve been doing well on it.

I haven’t been writing much to Heart of the Wild. I just haven’t been in a mental place to do that… or any writing, really. I want to, but I just haven’t had the oomph the last couple of months. Lots of stress in my life from my father passing to my husband’s girlfriend moving in with us. It’s just been adjustment after adjustment.

I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll be able to jump back into the writing. Writing has always brought me so much joy. I just want to find that happy place again.

Rest in Peace

My father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly Friday morning. It’s… been a process these last few days to come to terms with the fact my father, at only 58, is dead. I have this bursts of crying every day, and a sense of loss and guilt (I didn’t tell him I loved him the last time I saw him, I was in a hurry for a date I was going on). I hope he knows that, despite the alcoholism and abuse, he was my father and I loved him, as difficult and screwed up as it could sometimes be.

My psychiatrist put me on Ativan for my insomnia that’s increased since my dad’s passing, and the panic attacks, and he was awesome to prescribe me Zofran for the nausea I’ve been getting from my Norco.

But… my dad… the one who called me Tinker my entire life… is gone. And it’s a painful, hard thing to cope with.

Current Project: Heart of the Wild

After a two year dry spell (my last completed project was Human Rights), I’m finally writing again!

The current project is Heart of the Wild, which is about Thane and Adam, two extraordinary people who wind up together.[image error] It’s really exciting and fun. Writing hadn’t been fun for a while. I banged out almost 9,000 words in one day, that’s how jazzed I am about this project.

I thought I might share the playlist I’ve been listening to while writing it. I love working with appropriate music. It’s only seven songs, but they’re perfect for the theme and characters. I have it on shuffle and repeat, so I just keep going over the same ones again and again. The ONLY one that is a little out of place is the Taylor Swift one, but it’s actually the one that inspired the idea for the book, so it’s in the playlist because it inspired it.

“Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel” Chapter Five

Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel will eventually be edited and put on sale, but for now, I figured as we worked on it, we would also release the chapters for free.[image error] Call it an experiment. One chapter a month will be put out here, Tumblr, and a couple of other outlets. However, if you support us on Patreon, you get to see the chapter a week or two before it become publicly available. So… support us!

Where Have I Been?

How about I try to do a little catch up post since I haven’t posted anything here since March.[image error]

I’d like to say I’ve been writing, and in a way, I have been. Kris and I have been messing around with some new characters, though we haven’t really put pen to paper and started anything new or worked on anything old. Kris started a new job while Roger is looking for a new one (he’s no longer happy at the one he currently works at). My parents moved out in April, and my dad has been in and out of the hospital, so over all, stress levels have been high, which usually kills my creative drive.

But things are settling down.

“Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel” Chapter Four

Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel will eventually be edited and put on sale, but for now, I figured as we worked on it, we would also release the chapters for free. :) Call it an experiment. One chapter a month will be put out here, Tumblr, and a couple of other outlets. However, if you support us on Patreon, you get to see the chapter a week or two before it become publicly available. So… support us! :D You get lots of fun bits and bobs in addition to fiction.

Right now, Gross Indecency is 128 pages (42,583 words) long, and that’s not even half of the planned novel. ;) It’s a kinky romp with exiled faeries, so anything goes.

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London, England, 2016

Slate arched under the man’s hands, moaning loudly while a blond head bobbed up and down on his cock. A second man, this one with black hair, leaned in and took possession of Slate’s lips, a passionate display made for the camera that zoomed in close. Malachite stood in the darkness near the back of the set, his arms crossed over his chest and his gray eyes intently focused on his brother. There was a slight frown on his lips as he watched the scene unfold, and he hated his body’s reaction to what he witnessed.

Sex had become a necessary part of exiled Faes’ lives. A perfect profession had risen with the tide of pornography, and Briar had been at the forefront of it all. He had built a small production company, hiring first his Fae friends and family, and then mortals. Briar and Falcon starred in many of the films themselves, a beautiful couple to watch, and Rime had eagerly jumped into the venture. It hadn’t taken Malachite long to follow. Slate had joined them, bringing Vale with him, and after some pestering, Cloud had permitted Whirlwind to partake in the movies. Only recently had Whirlwind convinced Cloud to also become a part of the movie-making lot. All couples, all entwined through exile and trying to make it in the mortal world when they were all homesick for Annwn.

Across the set, just at the camera line, stood Vale, also watching Slate. Malachite had never been able to discern why, but Vale was often on set when Slate was filming without him. As far as Malachite knew, Vale did a lot of the technical work for Slate’ shoots, from choosing who would be his partners to how the scene was lit to the music used. Vale, impressively, was completely dedicated to his lover, and there was a small flame of jealousy within Malachite whenever he thought about it. Vale had Slate. Utterly and absolutely.

Not that Malachite was unhappy with Rime. He loved Rime. He’d loved him since the moment he’d seen Rime first perform for his mother’s court at Ráth Cruachan. A Satyr from the Solar Court performing for the queen, king, and princes of the Lunar Court had been a brazen sight. How long had that been now? Almost eight hundred years ago. Eight hundred years since they’d first fucked in an alcove off the feasting hall, and despite all the trials and tribulations they’d endured, Malachite regretted none of it.

But no regrets didn’t mean there was no longing in his heart for other pleasures… other loves…

His eyes remained on Slate as Slate was directed to turn onto his hands and knees. Malachite’s breath stopped as his brother was penetrated by the black-haired man’s fingers. Slate’ musical cry caressed ancient memories within Malachite, and fueled the passions held at bay in too tight trousers.

Rime had been watching Malachite closely for weeks now, his keen eyes picking up the nuances of light in his lover’s eyes. There had always been a deep devotion between the brothers; Malachite worshiped Slate as a young child looked up to its greatest role model. It had never escaped Rime’s attention, even back before words of love had been shared between Malachite and him.

It was only recently that Rime decided to truly observe Malachite during these habitual moments in the studio. The light in Malachite’s eyes seemed to deepen as he watched Slate being touched and kissed by foreign mouths. His breathing always sped, and, though Rime was sure Malachite thought the movements hidden by his crossed arms, his hands clenched rhythmically whenever Slate was penetrated under the bright lights of the set. Malachite was aroused, and from his frown, he was very unhappy about it.

After weeks of watching Malachite in such a conflicted state, Rime chose his moment to act. He was as silent and graceful as a cat as he approached Malachite from behind. Reaching out, he encircled Malachite’s waist. He rested his chin on Malachite’s shoulder for a few moments, enduring the brief jolt of surprise before nuzzling at the skin beneath the dark curls at Malachite’s neck. Rime’s eyes were drawn to Slate when Slate let out another moan for the camera’s benefit.

You want him, don’t you? His mindvoice was a trickle of cool water as it caressed Malachite’s mind.

In darkness, Malachite felt himself flush with shame. No. Of course not. The lie to the gold-tinged words in Rime’s head was plain to see. Lies between bondmates couldn’t be hidden, no matter how desperately Malachite wished.

Rime smiled, though it was a small curve of his lips that held nothing but affection. Malachite’s arousal flooded his mind, discrediting the denial and making his own pulse quicken. Tell me what you want to do to him, Mal. The tone of his mindvoice was simultaneously comforting and seductive.

Malachite swallowed thickly, cock pulsing hotly as Slate was finally penetrated by one of his partners’ sexes. Nothing.

His smile faltering a bit, Rime squeezed Malachite’s waist, pulling him against his bare chest. Don’t be afraid… and stop lying to me.

Malachite’s eyes fluttered, threatening to shut as he was pressed deliciously against Rime while Slate was taken both from before and behind. He remembered vividly the tightness of his brother’s body, the sweetness of his mouth. That part of my life is over. I have you now.

Things had been different before the treaties between the Lunar Court and Solar Court had been forged. It had been a time of war and blood, not a time for courting or marriage. And in those darkest, harshest times, it had been his own brother he’d turned to for pleasure and comfort. Not unheard of among their kind, but Slate had been in love with Vale, not him. When the torment of so many dead became too much and the loss of Vale had been too harsh, Slate had taken his own life, welcomed Death rather than remain with him. Malachite had been left behind, blood drenching his soul, and he’d fought through the stalemate as Annwn had been torn apart. It had been Herne who had brought an end to the war, his roots old and deep. He’d created the Fae Council, a body made of representatives from all realms and freeholds in Annwn. Once all had a voice in the ruling of Annwn, the war ended. The dead eventually returned, some reborn among the same kithfolk Family, some born to new kithfolk Families. Slate had been one of them, reborn to their very same mother, but not Malachite. No, Malachite endured, lonely in his survival. Even when a poisoned wound would have taken his life…

Aye, you do have me, came the response as Rime drew his tongue from Malachite’s shoulder to his throat, but you want him.

Malachite shuddered as Rime’s tongue trailed along his flesh. Silence fell between their minds as Slate’ cries grew louder when his mouth wasn’t filled. Malachite battled within himself for a long time as he watched Slate’s pleasure captured by the camera. Finally, his mindvoice barely audible in Rime’s head, Malachite admitted to his desire. Yes… I do.

Knowing how much it took for Malachite to admit it, Rime nuzzled against his ear, lips and tongue brushing along the lobe and point. His eyes never left Slate, and he purred, the vibration traveling to Malachite. He is beautiful…

Beautiful as the rising sun, Malachite said without hesitation. Slate was dawn to Malachite as Rime was twilight. It had never escaped Malachite’s notice how the two loves of his life were such opposites. Slate’s eyes, full of laughter and shadows, had entranced Malachite since childhood. Tall, peach-skinned, and thick hair to his backside the color of a copper penny, Slate was stunning. Even at the heights of sweaty fucking, Slate possessed amazing grace and subtle agility Malachite appreciated and craved.

Rime’s eyes fluttered as he saw Slate through Malachite’s mind, and the metaphor made him smile. It was with a minstrel’s eye that he took in the beauty of Medb’s eldest son, and Malachite’s description was simply flawless. And what would you do with that sunrise? Caress those warm rays with your fingertips until they burn? Wind your hands in red silk and let the heat consume you? Tell me what you want to do to him, Mal. He nosed Malachite’s hair from his neck and began sucking, his hands moving slowly along the clothed planes of Malachite’s chest.

Malachite couldn’t contain the quiet moan as his head lolled to the side. His hands clenched at his sides, aching to touch his brother as he once had, and fire burned low in his gut, fanned by Rime’s words. I would press my lips to his navel as he arched under my touch. I would hear him sing while my fingers teased his nipples to hardness. Malachite wet his lips, pushing back against Rime. He sings wonderfully, love… when my tongue travels over his hip…

A wave of desire rushed through Rime, and he hummed as his teeth tightened around skin, slowly raising a mark. Rime’s eyes stayed locked on Slate as he was repositioned and took himself astride one of the mortal’s hips, but his mind was awash in pleasure and desire not wholly his own. And would your fingers stray lower… caress his thighs, parting them so you could settle between his legs? What would you do to make him ache for you? Tell me. Scattered images came to mind, and he pressed his erection against Malachite’s ass, grinding ever so slightly while his hands moved lower, reaching for the button and zipper of Malachite’s trousers.

Biting harshly into his bottom lip, Malachite stifled all sound as his heart raced. Blood rushed in his ears, mingling with Slate’ groans and sighs. Delicious pain radiated from the mark on his throat, and his body trembled when Rime thrust against him. Rime’s arousal somehow soothed what shame remained within him. I would tell him to clasp his hands together above his head… lift his legs and spread them wide. Bend them back as far as possible so his ass was elevated enough that I could lean down and drive my tongue into his body. He’d done that very thing many times during their trysts, causing Slate to scream and his thighs to shake. He would taste as heavenly as honey… his muscles quivering around me as I took him over and over with only my tongue… until he whispered… begged… tears on his lashes because he wanted me so much… He couldn’t contain the whimper as the memory became acute and sensation washed over him. “Dáire,” he breathed, Slate’s old name a mixture of want and anguish.

Rime shuddered, pulsing in his loose trousers as he thrust steadily against Malachite. His hands finally slid into Malachite’s unfastened pants, taking a firm hold of his burning cock and stroking in time with the thrusts that made Slate moan and rock forcefully backward. He worked Malachite’s neck until the skin threatened to break, releasing the flesh with a low, musical sigh. He teased the red mark with teeth, tongue, and breath. Gods, the two of you together… He licked his lips. What pace would you set, sliding into the glorious heat of him? Tell me how you’d make him scream your name! His breath became erratic as his senses were overtaken by the blaze of Malachite’s desire. Reaching down a little more, Rime massaged Malachite’s sac, pushing him easily to the edge, but he withheld release as he waited for an answer.

It was heaven and hell, lost between mind and body, lover and brother. Malachite’s breath hissed in and out. His hands gripped tightly to Rime’s hips as his knees threatened to buckle under the onslaught. I… gently at first… never would I wish to cause him pain… and when his body softened under me… ah!… swiftly… hard… his legs wrapped tightly so he could meet every movement of my body as we pounded our way to release… until he howled my name to the rafters! Rime’s hand tightened on him, and Malachite was overtaken by his climax. In front of his eyes, Slate arched, spilling his seed just as Malachite did. Tightness, licking flames, pleasure that stole all thought from the logical mind. It didn’t matter the fantasy of Slate brought him to smashing release… all that mattered was how much he loved Slate, how much joy they’d once brought each other, and how perfect it felt to whisper his name once more in the aftershocks of orgasm.

“Mal…” It took all Rime had to hold back his cry, resorting only to the whisper of Malachite’s name as he thrust a final time and climaxed in his trousers. He held Malachite tightly to him, his mind reeling with visions of Malachite locked in furious passion with his copper-haired brother. Malachite loved Slate, wanted him, and the song that echoed in Rime’s mind, spilling over from Malachite’s, was pure and radiant and wrapped in so much complexity.

Rime’s eyes rolled back as he tried to focus on keeping them both upright. When he managed to find his bearings again, he opened his eyes to see Vale watching them from across the set. It was clear from the look on Vale’s face he knew precisely what they’d just done, but his gaze was strangely blank, giving nothing away. Rime held Vale’s gaze for a several moments, wondering at that expression, what it hid from him. Then Malachite shifted against him, sending another wave of hypersensitive bliss through his body, and he buried his face in the crook of Malachite’s neck and shoulder.

“Rime,” Malachite whimpered. He wanted Rime to know it was him he loved without fail… without end. Rime was his bondmate. On weak legs, Malachite turned in Rime’s embrace, bringing Rime’s seed-slicked hand up to his mouth. Gray eyes full of smoldering secrets kept hold of the icy gaze as his tongue snaked out. Gradually, Malachite cleaned Rime’s hand of every drop of his come while his other hand cupped Rime’s damp, tacky trousers. “You, lover, are wickedness personified,” he panted, licking the last of his own seed from his lips.

Rime hissed as his groin was touched. The friction of his clammy leggings sent small sparks up his spine to join the heat filling him as he watched Malachite tend to his hand. “Gods, I love you, Mal,” he breathed before bringing their lips together in a slow, deep kiss. His hands wove through thick waves of hair, every note within him singing his devotion to Malachite.

Malachite slid his tongue against Rime’s, and his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He murmured into Rime’s mind, I want to go home. I want to fuck you until you can’t sit for the rest of the week without remembering vividly how much I love you.

A throaty groan was lost in Malachite’s mouth, and Rime deepened their kiss further, his eagerness clear. “How can I deny you your desires?” he asked breathlessly the moment his lips were released. “Besides,” he added with a smirk, “it’s been too long since I’ve earned a severe reprimand from Briar.” Reaching down, Rime fastened Malachite’s jeans and fussed with his shirt until he looked presentable again. “Come on, let’s go.”

Malachite held back, a slight frown on his face. “What about you?” he asked, nodding to Rime’s current state of partial, messed dress, along with the distinct spot coloring the groin of his trousers.

“Leave it,” Rime said with a smirk. “I’m shameless, remember?”

Another quick kiss, some good-natured laughter, and Malachite led Rime from the set, completely unaware of Vale’s intent eyes on him.

TBC…

“Gross Indecency : An Otherworld Novel” Chapter Five : Support Us on Patreon :D

 

Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel in-progress novel K. and S.L. are working on starring some sexy Fae exiled to London. It’s a smutty romp, pure erotic fun with no real plot. It will be about 100,000 words when complete, and the first 11 chapters are written, and we’re sharing those as we write the remaining chapters. We will release one new chapter of it each month for our patrons! I’ll give a teaser here from the fifth chapter (which is now available in full PDF format for our Patreon patrons):

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The stillness of the night was stifling and oppressive. It was unnaturally dark, and, even with the thick canopy blotting out what little light was reflected by the clouds high above in the midnight sky, Rime could tell the difference as he sat next to his lover’s sickbed. He had not slept for days, and a small platter of food lay abandoned nearby, untouched. He was exhausted, and his fingers ached though he resolutely continued to pluck the strings of his harp.

It all happened too quickly. In a sudden seizure, Malachite thrashed next to him, his arms flailing. At Rime’s startled call, a healer appeared and shouted commands that were hastily followed. The silence of the night was broken as other healers came to their aid and worked to subdue the wounded, feverish Malachite.

Then, in a startling moment, Malachite’s struggling ceased completely, and he fell limp to the bed sheets. Sheets that were soaked with sweat and stained with blood that seeped from reopened wounds. The room was silent for an instant and all seemed to stand eerily still, but a heartbeat later, the clamor continued. Rime panicked, and arms pulled him away from the scene as he tried to push forward, his eyes locked on the deathly still face of his lover.

No movement.

No breath whispered between blue-tinted lips.

No glimmer of gold on the edges of his consciousness.

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“Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel” Chapter Three

Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel will eventually be edited and put on sale, but for now, I figured as we worked on it, we would also release the chapters for free. :) Call it an experiment. One chapter a month will be put out here, Tumblr, and a couple of other outlets. However, if you support us on Patreon, you get to see the chapter a week or two before it become publicly available. So… support us! :D You get lots of fun bits and bobs in addition to fiction.

Right now, Gross Indecency is 128 pages (42,583 words) long, and that’s not even half of the planned novel. ;) It’s a kinky romp with exiled faeries, so anything goes.

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London, England, 2015

Rime slowly walked down the aisles of the small market. It was a few blocks from the building that housed the flat he shared with Malachite, along with the flats of the other exiled Fae. It had been three days since he’d been released from jail. Three days of erotic pain and heartbreaking tenderness. Malachite had tended him in comfortable silence, though there was not a single moment in which Rime had not wordlessly expressed his joy through their bond. Rime’s throat and jaw had finally recovered from their treatment that first night. His welts had healed, and his backside was still a little tender. He smiled to himself as he sorted through small baskets of imported berries.

A deep, amused chuckle sounded from behind him. “I see you’ve emerged,” Whirlwind said, nosing the side of Rime’s throat affectionately. “You are looking particularly well, old friend.”

Rime’s smile broadened and a happy sigh escaped his throat. His voice was soft and a little rough from lack of use. “I’m well,” he confirmed, leaning back against the tall blond, “and well used. He’s back. I couldn’t ask for more.” His hands continued sorting until he had a wide array of fruit in his selection tray.

Whirlwind slid his arms around Rime’s waist. “Has he returned or is he merely visiting? Have you made peace with one another?”

“Aye, we have. He has returned… and forgiven me. There’s a new side of Mal, demanding and self-assured, that I think he’d been afraid of showing before.” Rime sighed thoughtfully. “I think many things are changing, and I find myself loving him all the more for coming back, for taking exactly what he wants from me.” He laughed. “For having the nerve to literally knock sense into me.”

“He was afraid,” Whirlwind said as they walked to the case of cheeses. “That was clear to the rest of us.” He picked up a soft brie, staring at it with a slight frown. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know that. It was there to be read in his eyes every time they looked at you.” He paused, and then added, “Which is quite often.”

“I knew,” Rime murmured, “and I did try to remedy his fears at first, but after a couple hundred years, I gave up. There was little I could do, but I’d hoped something would happen to bring about the change he needed.” He added camembert and chimay trappiste to another basket, handing it to Whirlwind to carry. “Typical that such a change comes only when I fuck up. I think there’s a pattern emerging.” Chevre and chaource joined the other cheeses in the basket.

Whirlwind raised an elegant eyebrow. “Emerging? Rime, it’s well-established.” He looked over the contents of the two baskets and snorted. “Are you planning on hosting a gathering of some kind to welcome him home?”

Rime grinned. “A gathering for two, with plenty more for seconds, thirds…” He winked. “You get the idea.”

“Now you serve him?” Whirlwind asked. “Has the relationship changed that much? I’m not certain I’ll become used to the idea of you scraping and bowing to please him.”

Rime laughed, though the sound quickly became an uncomfortable cough. “Hardly! I’m just going to surprise him.” He looked knowingly at Whirlwind, a pale eyebrow raised. “Honestly, Whirlwind. Don’t you ever do anything nice for Cloud simply to make him happy?”

Whirlwind blinked as he stared at Rime. “I… no?”

Rising up on his toes, Rime pressed an affectionate kiss to Whirlwind’s cheek. “Try it sometime, Whirlwind.”

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The flat was silent except for the soft ticking of a clock. On the oversized, wide sofa, Malachite lay on his side, eyes closed in sleep. The fat, ginger tabby, Tûg, was curled in the crook of his arm while Alessa and Fausto snuggled around his feet. The tiger tabby Rime insisted on naming Duncan kneaded Malachite’s belly in his sleep, and his sister, Devon, had draped herself across her master’s hip. It was a warm, peaceful sight, the noble Aes Sídhe protected by his loyal cats, and it was the first times in years Malachite slept without nightmares. His face lost its sharpness, centuries of regret and anger melting away. Malachite sighed softly as he shifted in his sleep, the cats instantly adjusting their positions to accommodate their master’s movements, and then stillness settled over the room once more.

Rime entered the flat silently, reaching out with his mind to find Malachite’s lulled quiet with sleep. The lights were turned low and, with the majority of the curtains pulled shut against the dreary chill of the afternoon, he knew Malachite wasn’t up and about. Stopping in the kitchen, he plated the berries and cheeses he’d bought, letting the cheese sit out to warm up. Smiling at his handiwork, Rime fixed himself a cup of tea and padded into the main room, spotting Malachite on the sofa with their cats.

It was quite an endearing sight, Malachite surrounded by the five felines, and Rime sat in a chair opposite the sofa. His eyes took in the scene with adoration. Malachite looked at peace, comfortable in a way Rime had missed seeing. He sipped his cup of tea, watching his bondmate, and for long moments, his eyes wandered along the features he had so admired over the centuries. Each time one of the cats would shift, repositioning before purring against Malachite’s relaxed body, Rime couldn’t help but smile.

Through the haze of comfortable slumber, Malachite sensed Rime’s gaze. His eyes fluttered open slowly, and then focused on Rime, though sleep continued to cloud the stormy depths. “There is room for one more,” he murmured thickly, lifting his arm invitingly. Come rest with your family. We’ve missed you. He didn’t ask where Rime had been, and he didn’t worry about his brief absence. Malachite no longer had reason to fear when Rime disappeared, and there was great freedom in that knowledge.

Rime finished his cup of tea in one swallow, and then set it aside before he moved to the sofa. When Rime slid in next to Malachite, Tûg meowed sleepily, stretching before slowly walking around Rime and curling up at the small of his back. A loud, rolling purr floated up from the ginger tabby as he moved his head back and forth over the pastel curtain of his master’s hair. Rime chuckled as he rested his head on Malachite’s outstretched arm. I missed you too, Mal. “I love you,” he whispered, giving Malachite’s lips a brief kiss.

Malachite wrapped his free arm around Rime, his fingers brushing against Tûg’s ears. “Love you, too,” he breathed, dreams claiming him fully once more.

They slept for several hours, unmoving in the haze of late afternoon. It was pleasant and familiar, an indulgence they couldn’t deny themselves. And why should they? It was Tûg who finally broke the stillness, stretching before hopping down from the couch in search of food. The loud thump on the wood floor signaled a shift in Rime’s weight. He slumped closer to Malachite, and the soft nudge disturbed the rest of the cats, who soon followed Tûg’s example.

Malachite’s eyes gradually opened, and he smiled lazily. Rime’s lips were too temptingly close for Malachite to resist. The kiss was gentle, a teasing of lips and tongue. His fingers trailed over Rime’s waist, along his hip, and came to rest on the swell of his ass. He pressed himself even closer, lightly rubbing himself against Rime.

Rime’s eyes remained closed as his tongue unconsciously responded to Malachite’s in a series of small licks. He purred at their closeness, warmth seeping through every pore, even as he remained half asleep.

Malachite chuckled while his hand massaged a buttock, and he nipped playfully at Rime’s lower lip. “You are such a cat,” he whispered. “Should I pour you a bowl of cream and fetch the catnip?” The only response he received from Rime was a louder purr, and Malachite laughed. “I must find you ears and a tail, beloved, and perhaps a collar with a little bell.”

He rolled Rime onto his back and settled above him, brushing away clinging strands of sky blue hair. “You… are so beautiful,” he said, eyes searching Rime’s face. Malachite thrust against Rime’s groin and descended upon his neck, suckling at the pulse just under Rime’s jaw.

A small gasp passed between Rime’s lips, and he suddenly felt much more awake, shifting beneath Malachite as arousal coursed hotly through him. His hands smoothed up Malachite’s arms, traveling up until his fingers caressed through midnight-and-blood hair, and then against delicately pointed ears. “Hungry?” he asked with a moan.

“Very,” Malachite groaned, breath hot against Rime’s throat. His hand slid between them and began to pull at the snaps of Rime’s trousers.

Rime chuckled, his hand meeting Malachite’s and stilling it half-heartedly. “Wait, Mal,” he breathed with a brilliant smile. “I have a surprise for you.”

Malachite’s head drooped against Rime’s shoulder as he sighed. “It had best be a new flavor of lube…”

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” Rime said, kissing Malachite briefly before wiggling out from under him. He rushed to the kitchen and reappeared an instant later, carrying the two platters of berries and cheese. Setting them on the coffee table, he smiled down at Malachite and pulling his shirt over his head.

“How can I not sound disappointed?” Malachite said into the sofa pillow. “I was looking forward to fucking you senseless, and then you tell me to wait.” He sat up, gaze drawn to the table. His favorite cheeses were proudly displayed, along with his preferred berries. Malachite glanced from the table to Rime and back again. “Is… is this why you left this morning?”

Rime nodded. “Yes. We didn’t have any of your favorites in the flat, so I had to go to the market.” He leaned down, kissing Malachite again, unable to keep from Malachite’s lips. “It’s not flavored lube, but you can still enjoy it and fuck me senseless in the process if you like.”

A shudder ran down Malachite’s spine, and his eyes darkened at the words murmured against his lips. From the images fluttering through Rime’s mind, Malachite knew exactly what he meant. “Your trousers. Remove them,” he ordered, his voice husky. “Then lay on the carpet on your back.”

Grinning broadly, Rime stripped and took his position on the rug covering the floor next to the coffee table. His hair fanned up around his head, and he let his arms fall up, the fingers of one hand twirling a lock absently. I have a feeling you’re about to ravish me.

Thoroughly. Malachite chose to begin with the brie, popping a small piece of the soft cheese into his mouth. His eyes raked over Rime’s nude form, hungrily pausing at Rime’s cock. He smirked, taking another piece of the cheese between his fingers. Biting his lip, Malachite smeared the ripe cheese from the base of Rime’s cock to the tip. He sucked the remaining cheese from his fingers, and then chose a strawberry, quickly returning to Rime. “Shall I begin to dine upon my lovely lunch?” he asked, glittering gaze on Rime’s cheese-smeared cock.

“Bon appétit,” Rime breathed.

Malachite’s mouth engulfed Rime’s shaft, tongue swiping back and forth as he slowly lifted up. The sharp taste of the cheese mingled perfectly with the slight saltiness of Rime, and Malachite moaned as he let Rime slip from between his lips. “Delicious,” he whispered, smiling wickedly as he bit into the plump berry.

Rime moaned as pleasure rippled through his senses. “I’m glad it pleases you,” he said with a laugh.

Eying the other cheeses, Malachite made his choices, placing bits of cheese along Rime’s body, from nipples to cock. With an evil smile, he swiped the clotted cream across the sensitive flesh between Rime’s navel and groin, and then placed a blackberry in the indent of his belly. “A true feast,” he admired. He held a raspberry out for Rime to clasp between his lips. “I think I’ll start with a sweet kiss.”

Rime took the berry between his lips, holding it lightly with his teeth. Malachite took Rime’s mouth in a possessive kiss, trapping the berry between his tongue and Rime’s teeth, bursting the fruit and sharing the tart juice. He lapped at Rime’s raspberry flavored tongue, reluctant to part from Rime’s mouth. Perfect, his mind whispered to Rime’s.

Rime forced himself to stay flat on the carpet so as not to disturb the numerous cheeses coating his torso. Cupping the back of Malachite’s neck, he deepened their kiss. He adored the subtle taste of Malachite beneath the tang of the berry. It was intensely arousing, and he moaned wantonly into Malachite’s mouth.

I’ve missed those notes. Cries of pain had been the only music played for Malachite’s ears since his return, and Malachite craved the beauty of their loving duets. Painfully erect, face flushed, Malachite left Rime’s lips, capturing a chevre-coated nipple. He eagerly sucked at the flesh, teeth tugging and gently gnawing until he felt Rime’s pulse throb under the reddened skin. Only then did he abandon one nipple in favor of the other, tormenting it just as thoroughly, tasting the pleasant combination of cheese and Rime.

“Bloody hell, Mal!” Rime exclaimed, blood rushing in a pounding rhythm beneath his skin. His pale skin gained a rosy flush as the pleasure of Malachite’s mouth wrung out a flurry of throaty sounds from him. Yet, through it all, a bright smile remained on his lips, and each sound was wrapped with joyful laughter.

Malachite worked his way down Rime’s body, paying loving attention to each cheese-kissed plane of his lover’s torso. He left passion marks over pale, flushed skin, and his need rose with each swipe of his tongue. By the time Malachite reached the clotted cream, his breath came in a staccato rhythm, and he took his time dragging his tongue through the buttery cream.

Rime’s cry came out as more of a high-pitched whimper, and he squirmed. That spot! Such a weakness of his. Unable to keep his hands still, he reached for Malachite’s scalp once again, his fingers teasing the points of Malachite’s ears with pinching strokes and gentle twists.

“My meal… is distracting me,” Malachite panted, trying desperately to ignore the insistent throb between his legs. He cleaned the cream from Rime’s lower stomach, and then delved into his navel, sucking the berry from the indent and slicking it with his tongue. “I must remember to… bind my platter next time…”

“I can’t help it!” Rime cried. His skin tingled with a pleasure that forced his back to arch, pushing his navel into Malachite’s mouth. “Gods, you’re so handsome… flushed, with… eyes like the stormy sky.” He couldn’t rip his eyes away from Malachite’s; the gray depths seemed to pull at him.

Malachite’s heart swelled, and he didn’t look away from Rime’s gaze as he licked up his shaft. The taste of Rime’s early passions mixed with the sweet tasting cheese and enticed him to forgo extended foreplay and take him deep into his throat. Malachite’s hair fell into his face, the gentle curls of his shoulder-length black and red hair obscuring his face, cutting him off from all stimuli but the hard, slippery shaft between his lips and the hands on his scalp.

Rime’s fingers tightened in Malachite’s hair as he gasped, releasing the harsh breath in a shaky moan. Malachite knew exactly how to bring him to unbelievable heights of pleasure, and Rime could do little more than squirm and whine as Malachite expertly worked his needy flesh. It took only moments for his voice to take on an urgent tremor. “Malachite…”

Come for me, Malachite whispered into Rime’s fevered mind. I want to taste you. I need to taste you! He sped his movements, his tongue pressing firmly, lips sealed slickly around the thick shaft. With amazing talent, Malachite took him again and again into his relaxed throat. It had been over two years since he’d last tasted Rime’s climax, had drowned in the delightful bitterness of Rime’s seed. Greedily, he milked Rime’s sex, determined to have his throat flooded with Rime’s passions.

Rime’s reaction was immediate, and he cried out harshly as his climax ripped through him. His seed spilled deep in Malachite’s throat, thick ribbons coating the mouth that continued to work him even after he collapsed against the floor with a thud. His hands fell away from Malachite’s hair, and he trembled in the aftermath, gasping for breath.

Malachite savored every drop offered up to him, lips squeezing the final taste from the tip of Rime’s cock before he finally released him. Arms braced on either side of Rime’s hips, Malachite took in great gasping breaths, dark eyes focused entirely on Rime. He was achingly close to simply coming in his trousers. “Rime,” he growled, starting to move up Rime’s supine body.

Rime shuddered at the glorious sounds that vibrated from Malachite’s throat, and the moment he could grasp him, he bucked and flipped their positions so Malachite was sprawled on his back. “Don’t you dare,” he panted, sensing how close Malachite was to release. “Not yet.” Even as he made the demand, Rime shoved Malachite’s sleeping trousers down his hips and, without preamble, swallowed him whole. With long-practiced movements, he clenched and sucked, rose and fell upon his mate in an unrelenting rhythm.

“Rime!” Malachite cried, his thigh muscles tensing as he thrust into the heat of Rime’s mouth. “Rime… Ri— I’m clo—!” His head smacked the floor when his body convulsed, fingers tangled in Rime’s hair. He held Rime in place over his groin while he trembled with release, his shouts of pleasure perfectly held notes that hovered in the air even as his lips fell silent. After a prolonged moment of tension, Malachite sank back into the plush rug, drawing deep breaths into his air-starved lungs. Too long… it had been too long since he’d been pleasured like that, and the sensitivity of his softening cock caused him to whimper each time Rime’s tongue touched him.

It was perfect, a memory made manifest, and Rime shivered with a lyrical groan as he tasted his lover for the first time in two years. His ears took in every nuance of Malachite’s pleasure, each note rolling through his mind like a beautiful symphony. He rolled Malachite’s come over his tongue, relishing the bitter saltiness before swallowing. Malachite had always had a moonlit, slightly green undertone that lasted in Rime’s senses long after his passion was spent. He’d always assumed it was the essence of the Lunar Fae. Rime lingered at Malachite’s sex for several minutes, gently milking every drop from the pulsing, sensitive flesh. You taste divine.

Words would not form on Malachite’s tongue. Besides, thought was easier than speech. You would know. Malachite thought if any in all the worlds had supped at the cup of the divine, it would have been Rime, though he’d never ask. Oh, I’ve missed that!

Gods, so have I! Rime’s mindvoice flowed soothingly through Malachite’s mind, and he finally lifted off Malachite’s soft cock. He sighed happily, nuzzling against Malachite’s hip lovingly as his lips pressed soft kisses to a faded scar along Malachite’s side.

Malachite sucked in a sharp breath, the flesh pricking where Rime’s lips caressed. We should take… every… opportunity to indulge, I believe. His back arched slightly off the floor, encouraging Rime’s exploration. To the right, love, please… Malachite’s voice in Rime’s head was breathless, the golden shades deepening to liquid amber. I think I crave seconds…

TBC…

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“Gross Indecency : An Otherworld Novel” Chapter Four : Support Us on Patreon :D

 

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Slate arched under the man’s hands, moaning loudly while a blond head bobbed up and down on his cock. A second man, this one with black hair, leaned in and took possession of Slate’s lips, a passionate display made for the camera that zoomed in close. Malachite stood in the darkness near the back of the set, his arms crossed over his chest and his gray eyes intently focused on his brother. There was a slight frown on his lips as he watched the scene unfold, and he hated his body’s reaction to what he witnessed.

Sex had become a necessary part of exiled Faes’ lives. A perfect profession had risen with the tide of pornography, and Briar had been at the forefront of it all. He had built a small production company, hiring first his Fae friends and family, and then mortals. Briar and Falcon starred in many of the films themselves, a beautiful couple to watch, and Rime had eagerly jumped into the venture. It hadn’t taken Malachite long to follow. Slate had joined them, bringing Vale with him, and after some pestering, Cloud had permitted Whirlwind to partake in the movies. Only recently had Whirlwind convinced Cloud to also become a part of the movie-making lot. All couples, all entwined through exile and trying to make it in the mortal world when they were all homesick for Annwn.

Across the set, just at the camera line, stood Vale, also watching Slate. Malachite had never been able to discern why, but Vale was often on set when Slate was filming without him. As far as Malachite knew, Vale did a lot of the technical work for Slate’ shoots, from choosing who would be his partners to how the scene was lit to the music used. Vale, impressively, was completely dedicated to his lover, and there was a small flame of jealousy within Malachite whenever he thought about it. Vale had Slate. Utterly and absolutely.

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Another Sad Day: Rest In Peace Usagi, Our Beloved First Labrador

 

Once again, back in that podunk trailer in 2001, Roger and I bought a dog. She was the whitest Labrador I’d ever seen. She was six weeks old and pudgy. She was also so smart. We named her Rabbit of the Moon with the call name Usagi when we registered her with the AKC. Usagi was one of the brightest puppies we’d ever encountered, and she passed her puppy classes with flying colors. By the time she was a year old, we had her in agility.

 

And she loved agility. She was stunning to watch. I wish we could have taken her further in it, but eventually, time and cost became too much. Usagi retired and became a Labrador of leisure. Time just moved too quickly. She was a three year old dog teaching the new upstart Cala the ways of the house once day, and the next I was buying her diapers and shouting at her to be heard. She hung on. Usagi wasn’t sick. She wasn’t dying of cancer or kidney disease or anything like that. Usagi was old. A testament, I want to think, of how much we all loved and cared for her. She lived to be fourteen years and four months old before we said enough was enough. The quality of life was gone, and she deserved better.

 

Usagi loved her walks. She loved to chase her ball. She loved fetch. She adored rawhide. She loved Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa and Kris so much, she didn’t want to leave this world. Usagi, when it’s all said and done, was a happy dog who lived a happy life. But it’s over now, and she passed peacefully. No more wetting herself or falling or pain as she tries to stand. No more.

 

Ten years, two months, and twenty days ago, her big brother Dusk left for the Rainbow Bridge. She was lost without him, which was our reason for buying Cala. Now, Usagi is reunited with Duskers. I hope it’s a joyful one. So many tail waggings, chasings, tusslings, and him assuring her that the wait to meet up with Mommy and Daddy again isn’t so bad.

 

For the moment, though, I feel gutted. Heartsore. Usagi is the fifth pet I’ve lost in the last two-and-a-half years, and while I know it was right, it still hurts like hell. My Usa-bear is not here. She will no longer look up at me with her adorable, big Lab eyes full of unconditional love ever again, and that hurts. I just hope she knew–knows–how much she is loved. How much she will always be loved.

 

So this is where we part, My Friend,

And you’ll run on, around the bend.

Gone from sight, but not from mind,

new pleasures there you’ll surely find.

I will go on; I’ll find the strength,

Life measures quality, not its length.

One long embrace before you leave,

Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,

But they be they, and they aren’t you.

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,

Will remember well all you’ve taught.

Your place I’ll hold, you will be missed,

The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.

And as you journey to your final rest,

Take with you this…I loved you best.

~ Jim Willis

 

I love you, Usagi-chan. You were a bright light in my life that has now dimmed, and I cannot wait to see you whole and young once more in the Summerlands when my time finally comes.

Usagi

June 20, 2001 – October 22, 2015