Who: Raksha & Izzy When: Dinner time 6/4/08 Where: Their apartment What: Conversation, pizza, and some lime (see rating explanation) Status: Complete Rating: Definite R, contains explicit oral sex in the latter half.
Raksha closed the cell phone with an audible click only moments after he'd opened it to make a call. After getting his twin's voicemail for the third time, he knew it wasn't that Aidrian was avoiding the phone, but rather avoiding him. The small piece of technology clattered against the coffee table following an irritated sigh. He stood and stretched, attention shifting to what little sound came from the bedroom and headed that way, intending to see if Izzy would lower himself to eating delivery since actual cooking didn't seem likely that evening.
Izzy was settled on the bed, glaring at his ankle. He felt like a prisoner in his own house, forbidden from going anywhere by a ball and chain known as a severely twisted left ankle. He'd tried getting up earlier, only resulting in the inability to move his left leg from the knee down without pain for the next two hours. He sighed and tipped his head back, trying to think of something he could do. Anything. Grade papers, toss pennies at a cup on the other side of the room, alphabetize the CD collection...
He paused in the doorway, one shoulder braced against the wooden frame, watching the older male glare at his ankle as if it were the enemy rather than a body part. "You know, staring at it isn't gonna make it heal any faster," he teased; slightly velvet tone full of ironic amusement, fully prepared to snapped at or have the glare turned on him. Risking said wrath, he moved further into the room, inhaling the older male's distinctive scent, which he'd finally decided reminded him vaguely of cinnamon with its warm and spicy tone.
"No?" Izzy looked up, tilting his head to the side. "And why not?" He groaned and shifted slightly. His hips, his ankle...what next, his neck? "God, I feel old..."
"I'unno, but if it did, I'm sure they would have cured cancer by now," he paused at the foot of the bed, half surprised and half amused by the lack of temper in his direction. Or he'd just been expecting it since as it had always been the norm. One person was already pissed at him, why not add another? Yellow eyes considered the male in the bed with intent curiosity, "Dare I ask if you're hungry?"
Hungry. There was a good question. Was he hungry? Izzy contemplated it for a moment, then opened his mouth. "Umm...you know, a little, yeah." He tilted his head to the side. "Why?"
Raksha arched an eyebrow in reply and pretended to look at the watch he didn't have, grinning slightly, ”Maybe because it's dinner time?" Not that either of them particularly kept to normal eating hours. Eat when you're hungry had always worked for him, or rather when food was available.
"Oh." Izzy yawned. "I..." He tried to settle himself again and wound up groaning. "What are we gonna eat?"
A brief frown flickered across his features, eyes narrowing at the discomfort in the older male's body language. "You willing to settle for delivery?" Painkillers out of the question, he mentally reviewed other options for easing muscle pain, expression faintly thoughtful.
"Only if it's not Mexican," he agreed. "As I wouldn't eat it if it were Mexican." He frowned at his ankle and let his head thump back against the head of the bed with a sigh.
He chuckled softly, unsurprised by the answer. "Pizza alright then?" He moved around the left side of the bed to lean in and place a brief kiss on Izzy's forehead, half-surprised at himself for the gesture of comfort. Somehow the older male brought out that protective instinct in a way no one ever had, except perhaps for his twin.
Izzy sighed and nodded. Pizza wasn't his favorite food ever, but it was better than botched Mexican food. "Fine with me." He smiled when Raksha kissed his forehead. It filled him with a comforting warmth, and he relaxed a fraction. "Just...don't get pineapple? Please?"
Raksha grinned slightly, almost tempted to threaten to get it anyway, but decided against it. Pepperoni it was. He moved away, first finding a couple of washcloths then slipped out of the bedroom to find his phone. Ignoring the blatant lack of missed calls, he dialed the delivery place he knew of from memory and placed an order. Footsteps silent on the apartment floor, he stopped off at the kitchen to get the clothes slightly damp and then heat them in the microwave. A few moments later, makeshift heating pads in hand, it was back to the bedroom.
Izzy had laid his head back while Raksha was gone, in an attempt to force his muscles to think he was relaxing, and therefore trick them into not being so active and painful. He muttered a Spanish expletive, shifting slightly to curl up on his side instead. "Damnit."
He returned in time to catch the muttered curses clearly and headed straight to the bed, gaze following the smooth lines of Izzy's bare torso on the way. Reaching the side of the bed, he settled on the edge and offered the hot cloths, "Might help with the pain?"
He looked up at Raksha, gratitude in his eyes. "Would you put one on my hip and one on my ankle, please?"
“Aye.” Pulling the covers back, he carefully laid one hot cloth across Izzy’s sore hip and wrapped the other over the bad ankle, noting it was slightly swollen, eyes narrowing at the sight. The heat would need to be switched up with an ice pack sometime later to get the swelling down. Straightening he glanced at Izzy, “Pizza’s on the way.”
Izzy squeezed his eyes shut when Raksha straightened. He gave a small grunt of acknowledgement and slipped one hand out, reaching blindly for his lover. "Curl up with me?"
Raksha moved closer, letting the reaching hand touch his shoulder. He turned his head briefly to kiss the fingertips then shifted up to lean against the headboard next to Izzy and nipped his lover’s shoulder lightly, pleased that there was no shirt in his way for once.
Izzy curled into Raksha's side, sighing heavily as he did so. His body was traitorous, making him weak and sick and incapacitated and he hated it. "What kind of pizza did you get?"
Blowing a soft breath through his nose in an almost feline sigh of contentment, he slid an arm around Izzy, eyes closing for a moment just to enjoy the feel of the other male curled against his side. “Pepperoni and cheese, well… extra cheese…and bacon on one.”
"...Bacon?" he asked, wrinkling his nose. "That's...an interesting choice."
Raksha shrugged slightly, “I’ve had it before, it works.” His stomach growled slight at the memory, he’d not really eaten today. Gaze unfocused, he stared at nothing in particular, absently contemplating whatever came to mind while the predator in him planned.
Izzy twisted against Raksha's side, shifting his weight slightly. "Hey, Raksha?" Dark hair fell into his eyes and he groaned. Didn't his hair have better things to do than bother him?
The smell of grass assaulted his nose, then mixed with a cinnamon warmth and for a moment his vision was a grassy yard superimposed on the bedroom. He blinked, the grassy scent and accompanying images vanished and he realized he’d started to mind-walk with some animal outside without consciously meaning to. No trace of it showed in his tone, however, “Aye?”
He readjusted his head, settling it closer to Raksha's shoulder. "Tell me about your day? Please?"
It took a moment to separate the present sensations and thoughts from earlier and put them into a condensed, logical, “human” frame of mind. “Uh, slept…read for awhile, called my brother, contemplated quitting my job…” he kept his tone nonchalant, free of the associated emotion and sensation for each of those activities.
Izzy pulled away, whimpering quietly when the motion reached his hip. "What did you read and why do you want to quit?"
“That mythology book I was reading before,” he replied with the same casual tone, watching Izzy’s movements, eyes narrowing briefly at the soft whimper. He glanced around the room, half listening for the pizza to arrive, shrugging a bit, “Just not sure I wanna be there anymore I guess.”
Izzy watched him for a long moment, silently formulating his next words. "Is it genuinely that, or is something at work bothering you?"
“Mix of things,” Raksha murmured, expression giving very little away. He’d need to stay long enough to finish what he had planned at least. Whatever else was between them at the moment, he’d never stopped keeping a silent promise to his twin.
"Do...I wanna know?" he asked, watching Raksha's face for even the slightest hint. He didn't find anything, and that put him slightly off-balance.
"Probably not, just tying up loose ends mostly," he replied, sensing the unease in Izzy, but doing nothing to contradict it. It was true that he no longer felt like working at Illusion, but it wasn't the only or entire reason for a possible change. Sensitive hearing picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the apartment-probably the delivery guy.
Izzy sighed and curled up against Raksha's side again. It wasn't his place to question. He loved it and he hated it that Raksha had his secrets, things Izzy didn't know, but...sometimes, it was upsetting. "You think maybe we could move out into the living room?"
“Hai,” he replied, tone wry and faintly teasing, “Pizza should be here in a minute, but that does mean you have to move.” Which the older male hadn’t done all day as far as he knew except for one failed attempt. Not that he particularly wanted to get up either. The bed was comfortable and more so with Izzy curled against him. But a knock on the door made the decision for him.
"Yeah? I want to move anyway. Been here all day for the past couple of days and it's pissing me off being in bed all the time. I wanna play my piano."
Raksha smirked and carefully disentangled himself from Izzy to stand up, “I hope not all of your time in bed the last few days was bad…” Still grinning slightly wickedly, he stood near the bed, watching to see if Izzy wanted a hand getting up and out to the living room or not.
Izzy shrugged, shifting slightly. He moved slowly once Raksha was up, wincing with each movement that put pressure on his ankle. "Even that hurt a little," he said, groaning. "God, what'd I do, kill it?"
He watched the older male attempt to get off the bed and head for the living room, faint amusement in his expression; though more at Izzy’s attitude than anything else. The scent of pizza drifted under the door and there was another patient knock. Glancing at Izzy briefly to make sure he wasn’t going to fall in the next few moments, Raksha headed out to answer the door, wallet in hand.
Izzy hissed softly in pain when his weight came down on his ankle. He'd have to wait for Raksha, unless he wanted to end up flat on the floor, face-down. Which he really didn't want to experience again. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Maybe he really needed to visit Jo...
Raksha made quick work of getting the pizzas, paying the delivery guy, then dropped them carefully on the coffee table. Flicking a glance in the direction of the bedroom showed no Izzy was forthcoming. A pause to listen revealed no sound of movement either. Brief frown moving over his features, he headed back to find Izzy standing where he’d left him and arched an eyebrow, “Need a hand?”
Izzy looked up, swallowing. A blush showed prominently across his features, and he simply nodded. "Please?"
He nodded and moved to Izzy’s side with his usual feline grace, looping an arm around the older male’s waist and relishing the opportunity for skin to skin contact. For all that Izzy complained of cold frequently, he was delightfully warm to the touch, though Raksha could tell the difference in temperature between them.
Izzy leaned against Raksha heavily, biting down on his lip in concentration. Despite having a higher temperature outside his body, he gave off the majority of his heat, and so he complained of being cold much of the time. "Couch, por favor?"
“Aye,” he supported Izzy’s weight easily, walking slowly along with him. At least the apartment wasn’t overly large so the distance was less than a house would have been. He snorted softly, envisioning this same scene in the house they’d looked at not long ago. Although the upside was an extended excuse to touch Izzy, which he supposed outweighed the impatience factor.
Izzy sagged against Raksha, whimpering with each step that put too much weight on his left ankle. "M-maybe we...better sleep on the couch tonight." They were already too far from their bed to go back and...he sighed. "This was a bad idea," he said quietly.
He didn’t answer immediately, judging the amount of pain by Izzy’s body language, discomfort evident in the older male’s expression. Conflict flashed in yellow eyes, as part of him wanted to let Izzy walk through it and the other hated to see him in such pain. It was one of those brief moments that brought out the protective instinctive to the fullest extent, “Hai, we can sleep on the couch.”
Izzy paused, just a few inches from the end of the hallway, and he leaned heavily against Raksha's side, even heavier than he had before. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't...I can't walk the rest of the way."
The sudden shift of weight told him more than the words as well as the lines of tension in the older male’s face and pain the in the warm caramel eyes. He swallowed, surprised by the desire to take the pain away, even if it meant bearing it himself. A soft lick to the jaw was the only warning he gave before scooping the older male up in his arms, careful not to jar the bad ankle, and carrying him to the couch.
Izzy buried his face in Raksha's shoulder as soon as he'd been lifted into his lover's arms. He muttered a soft thank you in Spanish, letting his eyes squeeze shut in the vain hope that Raksha's gentleness and care wouldn't cause tears.
“Welcome,” Raksha replied, keeping his movements as smooth as possible until they reached the couch. The warm body in his arms was tense as if expecting increased agony at any moment. He set Izzy down on the couch gently, not entirely wanting to let go and ended up sitting down rather than pull away. Pressing a kiss to his mate’s temple, he considered getting something to ice the ankle with while they ate.
Izzy curled up, careful with his ankle. "C-can I put my head in your lap?" he asked, voice soft and shaky. Something about his injury made him twice as afraid of asking for what he wanted, twice as afraid for asking for what he needed. He averted his gaze, afraid to even look his lover in the eyes.
Fear added a sharp tang to the cinnamon warmth and his muscles tense imperceptibly. Sensing the increased vulnerability, he made an effort to swallow the flare of temper. Slightly sharper canines dug into the lip below them until the brief sting calmed him. “Aye,” he should have known better than to expect Izzy to eat.
Izzy shifted his head into Raksha's lap, eyes closing. "You got pepperoni pizza?" he asked softly. "And bacon?"
Temper fading, he ran fingers through the dark hair, not quite massaging Izzy’s scalp. “Yea,” though he made no immediate move to get a slice himself. “There’s bacon one of them, the other is just pepperoni and cheese.”
Izzy curled up towards Raksha's touch, squeezing his eyes shut. He contemplated it for a moment, then opened one eye to look at Raksha. "Give me a piece? Por favor?"
Expression faintly resigned but amused, he nudged the pizza boxes so they were next to each other instead of stacked. "With or without bacon?"
Izzy shook his head. He was hungry, but he wasn't going to push the fact that he was getting food. Food he didn't have to cook himself, or scavenge. "Either," he croaked.
One hand still resting on Izzy’s hair, he reached for the pizza without bacon at first in case Izzy wasn’t up to trying a different flavor combination. It came to mind to tell the older male to sit up and get it himself, but what he sensed of Izzy’s mood stopped him. Separating one slice from the rest he settled for squeezing his mate’s shoulder briefly, “You’re gonna need to sit up to eat.”
Izzy swallowed his trepidation as Raksha picked up a piece of pizza for him. He sighed and sat up a little, just enough to eat, and settled onto a single arm. "Gracias."
Faint amusement crossed his features as Izzy sat up just enough, before the mingling scents of bacon, pepperoni, and cheese caught his attention. Selecting a piece with bacon, he waved the other hand to indicate both boxes, "There's plenty, eat as much as you want," instinctively guessing Izzy would feel permission was necessary.
Izzy shifted so he could eat his pizza, moving slowly. He knew he wouldn't eat much. Chances were he probably wouldn't even finish the piece he had. He was hungry, but he wasn't that hungry.
He finished his first piece fairly quickly, a habit of eating fast a hold over from earlier experience. Selecting another, he watched Izzy sideways as he took a bite, fighting the instinct to rush. Pausing after that first bite, tone deliberately casual and soft, “You want something to ice the ankle with?”
After having eaten half his slice of pizza, he set it down and shifted, testing his ankle again, tears springing to his eyes. "I..." He didn't want Raksha to have to leave to get ice for his ankle. And it didn't feel like it needed ice, anyway, not really. "No, thank you."
“Even though it’s slightly swollen,” he replied mildly, still allowing Izzy to make the choice of what to do about it. Watching the older male sideways with one eyebrow arched in subtle inquiry, the brief glitter of tears in his mate’s dark eyes didn’t escape his notice.
Izzy avoided Raksha's gaze, eyes locked on his ankle. The faint heat of a blush danced across his features. "Swollen," he repeated softly.
A soft exhale escaped him, still studying the male next to him for a moment. Something about Izzy blushing drew him and without really thinking about it, found himself leaning over to brush the heated cheek with a brief kiss. And likely to get more so, was the unspoken finish of his earlier comment.
Izzy went utterly still when Raksha kissed his cheek. He swallowed and shot his ankle another look. "I...i-ice? I...I think...m-maybe it'd...be good."
The prey-like terror beneath the stuttered words stung, even though Raksha knew on some level Izzy wasn’t afraid of him, so much as consequences. Instinct however brought the predator to the surface and suddenly getting that ice needed to be done now. A brief lick to Izzy’s ear in an attempt to ease the unease he sensed and he got up, heading for the kitchen and trying to keep his movements casual.
Izzy watched his lover go, biting down on his lower lip. He didn't notice the pain at first, and so he kept doing it, the motion pensive and worrisome. He didn't really want ice. He just wanted to curl up and sleep...for the rest of his life.
He didn’t go the fridge immediately, but stood near it, gaze unfocused. Subtle awareness of Izzy’s mood prickled across his skin, the warm and spicy scent sharp with fear and worry. Sleek muscles tensed, the tips of deadly claws sliding outward. Mate, not prey. Hands curled into fists until the knuckles whitened and fingernails dug into the palms. With a brief shake he pulled a handful or two of ice from the freezer and slipped it into a zip lock bag. Managing to leash the predator if not hide it completely, he headed back to the living room.
Izzy shifted his weight, nervous. He knew Raksha wouldn't hurt him, but he still feared the blows that always came after getting what he wanted, even if what he wanted was something essential. He stared down at the piece of pizza he'd abandoned. Raksha had told him he could have as much as he wanted, but Izzy found it wasn't appetizing in the slightest. At least, not right at that moment.
Reaching the couch, he laid the bag of ice on the coffee table, well within Izzy’s reach. Keeping his expression neutral, although the predator still showed in yellow-gold eyes, he settled back on the couch where he’d been before. Watching Izzy, he felt like they were a pair of abused dogs not quite sure how to interact when there was no enemy.
Izzy hesitated only a moment, then reached out, took the ice, and fit himself against Raksha's side, carefully ducking his head under Raksha's arm. Without speaking, he curled up, tight as he could, against his lover, one hand straying to his ankle with the ice. The other hand reached out to touch Raksha's stomach, trying to reassure himself even farther of his lover's presence.
Something eased when Izzy curled up against him, despite the brief hesitation. He tucked the arm Izzy’d ducked under more firmly around the older male, purring a little at the touch to his stomach. The harsh tang of fear had faded some from the familiar cinnamon-like scent, allowing his temper to settle further. Eyes closed briefly, just soaking in the feel of his mate pressed against his side, then he carefully picked up another pizza slice.
Izzy let his eyes slide closed, and he signed in relief. Eyes still closed, he let words roll from his tongue, entirely in Spanish. He spoke about things he felt, about how his ankle hurt, about his fear, and then suddenly he pulled away and looked at Raksha. "How's your brother?"
He’d been absorbed in Izzy’s tone, if not knowing what exactly his mate was saying, wishing he spoke the language at that particular moment. Lulled by the sound, it took longer than normal to register the sudden switch to a tongue he did speak. “He’s not speaking to me,” the words were clipped, as he’d not quite gotten a handle on how the situation affected him.
Izzy frowned, crossing his arms as he stared at Raksha. "Tell me why not."
Jaw tightening slightly, he eyed his phone for a long moment before answering. “I don’t know. He’s angry. And he didn’t answer when I called earlier. Twice.” His tone made it clear he knew that there was no other reason than avoidance for Aidrian’s lack of picking up the phone.
Izzy sighed and shifted back to Raksha's side, burying his face into Raksha's chest. "And you don't know why?"
"No," he commented quietly. He could make guesses, knowing his twin as well as he did. Whatever it was had been simmering for awhile, but he'd let Aidrian take his time in bringing it up. Which may or may not have been a mistake. Ignoring the implications for a moment, he rested his chin on the top of Izzy's head, slipping an arm around him again.
"I want to do something tomorrow," Izzy said softly. "Something that you can help me with. A walk, or baking cookies, or going for a drive, or something, but I'm so tired of sitting here like this." He rubbed at one of his eyes, and then traced his fingers up Raksha's chest, slipping to Raksha's nipple rings, playing with them without realizing he was doing it.
He followed the conversation just fine until Izzy’s fingers found the rings, sending faint pleasurable chills along his nerves. Biting the inside of his lip slightly, he tried to ignore the sensations since it was obvious the older male wasn’t paying any attention to what he was doing. “Alright, we can do that,” his voice was slightly husky and he hoped Izzy didn’t notice, not wanting to derail the conversation.
Izzy nodded, curling up a little more against Raksha. His hips hurt. His back was a little sore. He was cold. But Raksha had his arm around him, and that made things better. "Te quiero," he whispered, yawning slightly. "I wanna play the piano, but I don't want to move."
He chuckled softly, the huskiness of his tone almost gone, “The piano might have to wait ‘cuz I don’t want you to move either.”
"Well, that's all the more reason not to get up." He sighed and let his fingers keep moving for a moment, before he realized what he was doing and his fingers stilled against Raksha's chest. "Er..."
The sleepy-surprised look on Izzy’s face when he realized what he’d been doing was worth the slight restlessness his actions had caused. A faint chuckle escaped him, not quite managing to suppress the velvet flavor to his tone, arm tightening around Izzy reassuringly. Part of him was hoping the delicious torture would continue, but the other knew it probably wasn’t the best time for such activities.
Izzy smiled sleepily and let his fingers resumed their motion, gently playing with the ring in each of Raksha's nipples. "Hey...Raksha, if we...were careful, do you...think we could find a good position?”
“I…uh, yea…probably.” The faint tingle along his nerves increased as Izzy’s fingers continued their teasing, the beginnings of heat pooling in his belly. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch and explore as well but he resisted, patience could be quite the pleasurable torture of its own.
Izzy shifted his weight, slightly, licking his lips. "If I...were laying down...and you were...maybe...” He bit his lip in thought, shifting his head to the side.
“On top?” That brought images to mind and he caught the faint musk of arousal in his own scent, though it wasn’t noticeable any other way. “We managed okay in bed two days ago. The couch is wide enough for the same sort of position.” He studied Izzy’s expression, watching for any sign of uncertainty.
Izzy frowned carefully, eyes unfocused as he thought. "Maybe if we just touched each other? It...might be less painful, less stress on my hips."
“Aye,” he murmured, tone turning more velvety from the images accompanying that suggestion too, “Likely would.”
"Or...what if I...what if you laid back and I..." He blushed, turning his head away. "I...umm..."
A slightly wicked smile tugged at his mouth as he had some idea what thought had caused the attractive warmth tinting Izzy’s features. “And you what?” He kept his tone soft, hoping the older male would continue what he’d started to say, though unable to stop the faintly amused undercurrent in his words.
"I..." Izzy looked down, blushing brighter than before. "I could...with..." He shook his head, too embarrassed to continue. There was a time when saying that was normal. Not so much anymore, and it made him hesitate. "I...Er..."
Raksha chuckled, leaning over to kiss Izzy’s jaw affectionately, “Would you rather I lay down and let you do whatever it is you’ve come up with instead of making you say it first?” He welcomed any kind of touch from his mate and wasn’t worried about this unspoken suggestion.
"I don't know," Izzy said softly, looking down. "I..." He reached out to touch Raksha's chest. "I want to tell you, first. I don't want to hurt either of us."
“Okay,” he waited patiently, allowing the older male to find the words to explain. Golden eyes held warmth as they focused on Izzy’s expression. The fingertips resting lightly against his chest were a tease, firm enough to feel but so still. He wanted them to move and explore, trace patterns into his flesh as they often did.
Izzy looked away, biting his lower lip. He didn't want to say what he wanted to do, because he was afraid of how Raksha would take it, but he didn't want to not say. So he answered quietly, voice barely even a whisper. "I could...use my mouth to...to umm..." He tried to find a less vulgar way to say it than the way he was used to, and could come up with nothing. "To...p-please you?"
He swallowed, unable to find words to respond with at first, wishing for a brief moment Izzy had his acute senses. Then he’d know the answer, would have before the question was finished being asked. But the whispered words spoke clearly of hesitation, of expecting a negative response. Body tightening slightly in anticipation, he tried to figure out how to say yes without making his mate feel used or sounding unappreciative of the idea.
Izzy blushed and looked down when Raksha's answer wasn't immediately forthcoming. He shivered slightly, eyes sliding closed, afraid he'd angered his lover. "Sorry," he whispered.
At the apology, he decided to forgo caution and caught Izzy's chin, pulling his head up and kissed him firmly, teasing Izzy's lower lip with his tongue before pulling back but holding the darkened caramel gaze. "I'd like that." He released Izzy and sat back slightly, shaking his head in amusement, "If only we could trade senses for a moment..."
Izzy tried to look away as soon as Raksha was done kissing him. "I..." His voice shook, and so he tried not to say anything else. He felt a blush brightening his features even further, and he swallowed.
Head tilted sideways for a moment in question, Raksha eyed the deepening blush with a faint smile. Leaning forward again, he trailed feather-light kisses along Izzy’s jaw with a brief nip at the end, trying to be reassuring. Then sat back again, though not as far, licking his lips briefly, the taste of Izzy’s skin still on his tongue.
Izzy shivered, looking down. Raksha's reassurances weren't as reassuring as Izzy knew they were meant to be. He curled up a little, thinking about it. "So...you...you're not mad?"
Yellow eyes narrowed briefly with a slight frown in puzzlement. “No,” he watched the expression and emotions play over Izzy’s features, sensing the unease spike even though he’d tried to soothe it. Keeping his hands to himself for the moment, he asked, “Why’d you think I would be?”
He shook his head. He let his hair fall into his eyes, looking down and away from Raksha. "B-because I...every...it's not..." He looked up at Raksha through his bangs, swallowing. "I'm not used to being able to voice what I want. To being able to suggest things. If I'd said it to one of..." He trailed off. "I'm sorry. I know you're not them."
Every bit of Izzy’s body language screamed submission, fear, and unease. It made his own body tense, unconscious reaction to the other’s mood, though the sharp tang of fear was not overwhelming in the older male’s scent. That at least kept the more dangerous instincts at bay. He nodded, not having much he could say to that, contemplating for a moment memories of his own.
Carefully, Izzy laid his hand on Raksha's stomach. "So...we...how do we...position this?" He waved vaguely with one hand between the two of them.
He couldn’t help the slight purr at the touch of Izzy’s hand against his stomach, muscles quivering slightly at the contact. “What’d be comfortable for you?”
Izzy looked down for a moment, thinking. "What about if you...scooted up a little...and then I can...see what I can do about finding a place."
Gaze on the older male, Raksha shifted back a bit, closer to the end of the couch and lay back a bit, one leg hanging off the couch, the other stretched straight. The arm of the couch dug into his back just below the shoulder blades, “This work? If not…tell me how you want me to move.”
Izzy watched him for a moment, then shook his head. "No. No, that...no." He looked around, biting his lip. "Will you...go put the pizzas in the fridge?"
Puzzlement crossed his features for a moment, feeling awkward in a way he'd not felt in a long time. With a brief shrug, Raksha rolled off the couch with easy feline grace and gathered up the pizza in one hand. Silently he headed for the kitchen and put the uneaten pizza in the fridge. He stayed put for a moment, conscious of the still air against his skin and the cool tile beneath his feet.
Izzy sat still for a long moment, then pushed the coffee table away with his telekinesis. He shifted slightly, and crossed his arms, waiting for Raksha.
The sounds of movement caught his attention and he decided to head back to the living room. Still feeling oddly off-balance, he moved towards the couch, pausing a few feet away. A brief glance took in the moved coffee table before resting on Izzy again.
Izzy watched him return, and he shifted some more. "Come sit here," he said, patting the soda beside him. "I have an...idea."
“Okay,” gaze still on Izzy, he moved to settle on the couch next to the older male. He kept his hands to himself, letting his mate take the lead on this. Izzy’s scent tickled his nose making him want to curl close, press his face against the warm tan skin, and breathe deep. But he stayed still, expression neutral.
Izzy moved to the ground, kneeling before Raksha. His breathing quickened, nerves twitching at what was to come. Clearing his throat, he settled down carefully. "If we're careful...we might be able to do it this way."
Raksha blinked, slightly surprised at the older male's choice of position. Sensitive hearing picked up the slight change of breathing. "I should, uh...undress." Izzy's nearness alone had his body starting to throb with awareness, the soft cotton of his pj pants not much of a barrier. Hands dropped to his hips, hooking fingers in the waistband to slip out of the pants, his gaze on Izzy.
He shifted slightly, moving backwards to watch his lover. His breath caught and he let out a small whimper. "Help me...with mine?"
"Aye," velvet laced the tone of his reply as he stood just enough to slide the pj pants off his hips. His gaze caught Izzy's, holding it as he let the thin cotton slid down his legs to pool at his ankles. Heat pooled in his belly at the look in his mate's eyes. Unconsciously his tone dropped slightly lower, voice huskier, "Stand up and c'mere so I can help."
Izzy moved to his feet, moving very slowly. He had to be careful with his ankle and hips, afraid he'd fall and hurt himself even more. Breathing uneven and shallow, he was finally up, eyes turned down on the ground. He shuffled forward a step, wincing when he jostled his ankle too much.
Biting his lip, Raksha stepped forward before Izzy moved any farther and hurt his ankle more. Hands caught Izzy's shoulders to steady him then slipped down his sides, fingers tracing the curve of muscle until they reached the older male's hips. Stepping closer, he ducked his head to lick at Izzy's collarbone, then made a teasing trail down the older male's chest and stomach, pulling Izzy's pants down in the process. Leaving them pooled around Izzy's ankles, he stood again and kissed him, pressing their bodies together lightly.
Izzy shivered when Raksha's tongue flicked over his collarbone, making a small noise as Raksha kept doing it down to his stomach. He leaned against Raksha heavily once he'd been pulled that way. "We...we should...go back to where we were." He chuckled softly, pleased that the fear seemed to be gone and more than happy to have Izzy pressed against him. Summoning a bit of restraint, he eased them both back to the couch and sat down where he'd been before, keeping one hand curled around Izzy's, in case the older male needed something to hang onto or hold to make resuming the kneeling position easier.
Izzy squeezed Raksha's hand as he eased back down to his knees, avoiding eye contact with his lover. He reached out to touch Raksha's stomach, almost as if reassuring himself that Raksha was there. He bit his lip, touching a little firmer, and then pulled his hand away. "You'd tell me if I went too far?"
"Aye," amusement Izzy didn't see flashed in his eyes. He very much doubted his mate could go too far. Muscles quivered at Izzy's touch on his stomach and his cock throbbed, begging for attention. A soft whine escaped him when the hand moved away.
Izzy shifted, lowering himself to the place where he could lick Raksha's inner thigh, teasingly avoiding his cock.
His breath caught at the teasing lick, toes curling slightly. Fingers dug lightly into the couch cushion and yellow eyes focused on his mate, gaze tracing the contours of Izzy’s body. The sight served to increase his arousal and it was delicious torture to restrain himself from touching the gorgeous, lightly tanned form in front of him.
Izzy slid his tongue along Raksha's inner thigh, moving towards Raksha's cock, and then retreating again, grazing his teeth over Raksha's skin. He slid his hand up the inside of Raksha's other thigh, fingers playing lightly up to tease across a spot on his lower torso.
He couldn’t look away, breathing just slightly uneven as Izzy continued to tease him. Lean muscle flexed slightly beneath the skin the older male touched and the roaming fingers sent faint chills down his spine.
Izzy smiled to himself as he felt Raksha's muscles move beneath his fingers. He moved closer to Raksha's cock, letting his tongue trail across the head before pulling back again. His fingers ghosted back down to his lover's thigh again, flitting almost restlessly.
A faint whine escaped him when Izzy’s tongue slid over the head of his cock, eyes falling half-shut and the irises becoming a darker gold with desire. Izzy’s fingers dancing over his thigh made his skin twitch almost animal like, sensitive to the slightest touch.
Izzy licked the inside of Raksha's thigh again, then went back to Raksha's cock, taking the head into his mouth. He licked it, tongue moving slowly, and started humming. Izzy's hands shook in anticipation of what he was about to do, but he didn't know whether it was fear or nervousness that made him shake.
Fingers dug into the couch cushions as he tried to keep from squirming too much. He let out a soft, shuddering breath as Izzy’s tongue swept over his cock. The humming tickled through his body and amusement flashed across his features as he considered that this was probably what it felt like to Izzy when he purred. Entire body throbbing with arousal, he still noticed the tremor in Izzy’s hands but let it go since there was no scent of fear.
He moved down farther on the cock in his mouth, taking more of it in. Licking the underside, he increased his humming a little, just to see what reaction he'd get. Still shaky, and still resting on Raksha's thigh, his fingers slid to a stop, pressing lightly against his lover's leg.
He squirmed a little, muscles tightening beneath honeyed-almond skin. The vibration from the humming was a pleasurable agony, just enough to make him react but not enough to push closer to the edge. He made a noise between a purr and a whimper, asking for more, hoping those trembling fingers would tighten to a bruising grip.
Izzy's fingers didn't get any tighter; at least, not yet. He moved his head, back and forth, but never letting go of the cock in his mouth. Grazing his teeth very lightly across it with time he pulled back a little, he increased his humming again, just a fraction, and sucked lightly, barely enough to even qualify as sucking, really.
Absently, he leaned back a bit, spreading his legs a little wider, attention mostly focused on the moist warmth surrounding his cock. The graze of teeth helped, adding an edge to the pleasure the gentle sucking evoked. Torture of the best kind, the teasing slowness that made his body heat and desire simmer in his veins. He hoped his mate would allow him to return the favor somehow.
Carefully, Izzy's fingers found a place to stop, sliding up along the spot on Raksha's lower torso. He relaxed his jaw and moved, swallowing as he did so, careful not to catch his own gag reflex, and took the whole of Raksha's cock in his mouth and throat. Whimpering slightly, he continued humming and sucking, fingers tightening over that spot without meaning to.
Pleasure sizzled along his nerves, arousal stepping up a notch as those teasing fingers tightened on a particular spot near his hip, making his breath hitch. Combined with Izzy nearly swallowing him whole, Raksha shuddered, mumbling breathless incoherent phrases in a mix of Japanese and Gaelic. The soft whimper from his mate brought the predator back to the surface, but it was the predator in heat and he nearly purred, awash in the sensations.
He was careful to keep his tongue moving along Raksha's cock, sucking heavily as he did so. His whimper went silent as he heard Raksha's voice, terrified for a moment that he'd lost his lover's satisfaction. He shuddered slightly at the thought, swallowing particularly hard as he realized with shock that he craved hearing the smooth tones of his lover's voice, craved knowing he was still within Raksha's favor.
The brief flicker of fear in Izzy’s scent didn’t go unnoticed but since it didn’t last, the predator in him didn’t shift from sensual to vicious. Instead his eyes slipped shut and he squirmed restlessly as Izzy’s tongue stroked him closer to the edge. Heated suction on his cock and near lack of attention to the rest of his body only made him writhe more, wanting to be touched and stroked everywhere. The one hard swallow had him yelping in surprise, followed by breathless encouragement in Japanese.
One hand slid up to rest on Raksha's other hip, and the hand gripping Raksha's other side tightened a little. Almost as if trying to balance himself, he gripped the same spot on both of his lover's sides, squeezing tight and starting to swallow and move his head back and forth, trying to give himself a chance to drag his teeth along Raksha's cock.
Raksha whined softly when Izzy’s hand tightened on his other hip, those points and the rough suction on his cock making a triangle of pleasure. The addition of teeth had him groaning as they gave quite literally, a bite to the pleasure that he enjoyed thoroughly. It was even harder to keep from touching his mate, but instinct warned him the couch would appreciate his grip more than Izzy would.
Izzy hummed, as much as he could, hoping the vibrations would help. He slipped one hand off of Raksha's hip, moving it to tease lightly across one of Raksha's nipple rings. He sucked harder, trying as much as possible to help Raksha over the edge. He whined slightly, frustrated, and squeezed his other hand tighter. Faint shudders had started to ripple through his body, especially when Izzy’s fingers brushed across the nipple ring, sending sparks straight to his groin. The humming had him squirming in place as the vibrations kept a sort of low key pleasure buzz going beneath every deep-throated suck and stroke of tongue. The hand gripping his hip pressed hard enough to leave a bruise, the dull pain pushing him closer. So very close.
Fingers brushing back across Raksha's nipple ring again, Izzy's teeth clamped ever so gently on Raksha's cock, careful not to hurt him, but just enough to be felt. Izzy pulled on the nipple ring, not gently at all. He tried, hard as he could, to give Raksha the shove he needed, just so he'd go over the edge.
Up until then it’d been a slow build to climax, going up by degrees. The first brush across the nipple ring sent sparks and the soft bite had pleased the predator and the masochist in him, a gentle nudge. So very close, teetering on the edge until the sharp pull on the ring knocked him off like whiplash. He shuddered hard, making a desperate whimper of warning to Izzy, and kept shuddering, the orgasm helped along by the echoes of pain radiating from the ring, spilling fluid down the older male’s throat.
Izzy swallowed every drop of the come pouring down his throat. He whimpered softly and pulled his head back, resting it against Raksha's thigh once he was sure the younger man was done. He let his eyes slide closed, and he breathed deeply, in and out, in and out.
Once the final shudders of climax had faded, he took a shaky breath and looked down at his mate. Didn't move since Izzy was using his leg as a pillow. Slowly the heat and flush of orgasm faded and his body felt a little less like jelly. Not that he couldn't have done another round or two, but he didn't think that was in the cards. Fingers twitched, wanting to reach out to his mate, to show with touch the appreciation and affection he felt and couldn't find the words for.
Izzy opened his eyes and looked up at Raksha, smiling even if it looked watery and half-asleep. He shifted a little, moving so his head was on Raksha's knee, rather than his thigh. "How was that?" he asked, voice soft.
“I don’t have words, Angel,” Raksha murmured, meeting Izzy’s gaze, his tone full of the pleasure and affection he couldn’t put into words, eyes warm. He held out one arm in a silent offer of embrace, voice still husky, “Come up here with me?”
Slowly, Izzy moved to settle beside Raksha, under the offered arm. He closed his eyes, whimpering as his cock brushed awkwardly across the edge of the sofa. "I love you," Izzy whispered, once he'd folded himself up tight against his lover's side.
"Aishiteru," Raksha murmured in reply, tightening his arm around his mate and kissing his forehead. Flicking a brief glance at Izzy's groin, he reached out to gently brush one finger along the firm length, "You want some help with that?" Although fainter than before, the undercurrent of arousal still mingled in Izzy's scent.
Izzy whimpered at the feel of Raksha's finger on his cock. He hesitated, thinking about whether it would be worth the trouble to let Raksha help him. He bit his lip, then nodded, again, hesitantly. "Please?"
A slightly wicked grin crossed his face before he ducked his head to kiss the older male gently, sliding that one finger back up Izzy’s cock then wrapping his whole hand around it. Slowly he slid his hand down the length, marveling in the silky softness of the skin. Amusement flickered through his thoughts. The male organ, on any species, was not the least bit attractive in looks…when someone called it beautiful; they meant how it felt to touch. Izzy whimpered at Raksha's touch. He closed his eyes and shifted a little, trying to find a place that would give Raksha better access to touch him. "H-how are you planning on...doing this?"
He chuckled softly, “By hand, love. Since we’ve determined that me using my mouth doesn’t go so well for you. Get comfortable, I can work around whatever position you choose.”
He shifted, sitting with his legs spread a goodly distance apart near the arm of the couch. He swallowed, nervously. Izzy wasn't used to this. It scared him, no matter what he tried to tell himself. He knew Raksha loved him and wouldn't hurt him, but...but sometimes it was hard to rationalize it.
Raksha stayed where he was for a moment, contemplating the best way to go about this. He sensed his lover’s nervousness but hoped it wouldn’t escalate to real fear. In part his own nature and in part upbringing, violence and sex were intertwined for him more than most people. A sexual mood was capable of switching to a vicious one far too easily. “I can kneel between your legs or if you’d prefer, I can sit behind you and you can lean against me…” he let the sentence hang in question.
Izzy contemplated it for a long moment, teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Can I...lean against you? I...think I'd be more comfortable that way."
He nodded, a brief smile crossing his features, “I’d prefer that myself.” Stretching a little to get the kinks out from sitting the same position for awhile, as well as give Izzy a nice view, he got to his feet, “If you can lean forward a bit so I can get behind you?”
Izzy leaned forward a little, barely noticing the view Raksha had given him. He focused his vision on the other arm of the couch, pressing his lips together. "Raksha?"
Raksha moved to the end of the couch and carefully settled behind Izzy, swallowing a contented sigh at the closeness. Placing a feather-light kiss on the tanned bare shoulder in front of him, he acknowledged the question, “Aye?”
"What if...what if I...was afraid...of this?" He swallowed thickly.
“Then we don’t have do it,” Raksha kept his tone mild. No fear scent yet, though he tensed very slightly in anticipation. Not enough that his mate would feel it, however. He let his forehead rest against Izzy’s shoulder but did nothing else except inhale that familiar warm, spicy scent.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Then, can we....can we just sit here? Sit here and maybe...maybe sleep?"
Without looking up, Raksha made a gesture towards Izzy’s groin without actually touching, “You gonna be okay if we do?” He was disappointed to not have a chance to give back the pleasure, but pushing the issue would end in Izzy’s fear. Unwilling to cause that sort of situation at the moment, he settled more comfortably and slid his arms around the older male. “Now we just need some blankets.”
He nodded and leaned back against Raksha, closing his eyes. "I'll be fine," he said softly. "It's not as uncomfortable as it seems." He contemplated for a moment. "Do you see any blankets in the living room? I'll get 'em."
Yellow eyes scanned the room and paused on the blanket draped over the couch, “Just the one right here. There’s always yanking the comforter off the bed, if you can do that from here.” He rested his chin on Izzy’s shoulder, eyes half-shut, relaxing further.
"Mmm, I'd have to see it. I can try, though...do you remember anything being in the way?"
“No.” Warmth and cinnamon, Izzy resting against him, skin to skin. He closed his eyes fully, savoring the closeness. Glad Izzy was telekinetic because he had no desire to move to get blankets and wasn’t about to have his mate limp to the bedroom to do it either.
Izzy sighed, squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and held up both hands, an aid he rarely needed unless excessively tired or lifting an object of excessive weight. He visualized the object lifting off the bed and then coming towards the door, biting his lip in concentration.
He stayed still, eyes closed, except for reaching up to grab the blanket draped over the back of the couch and tugging it down on top of them. He’d let Izzy spread it out how he wanted it since he was on top. Yawning a little, tongue curling cat-like, he waited to see if the comforter retrieval was successful.
Izzy didn't even notice the sudden addition of a blanket to his body. He was too busy maneuvering the blanket out into the hallway. When it was out into the hallway, he had to remember if they had any kind of furniture in the hallway. The answer was no, but still, he had to think about it. He didn't yawn until the blanket fell over the arm of the couch, and he leaned back against Raksha. "That was...interesting."
Golden eyes opened halfway at Izzy’s remark, noticing the comforter was indeed on the couch. He nipped the older male’s jaw affectionately. Reaching behind them, he grabbed it and dropped it on his mate’s lap along with the other blanket. Then wrapped his arms more firmly around Izzy, licking at the older male’s jaw, neck and shoulder before settling down.
Izzy pulled the blankets close around them, yawning slightly before curling towards Raksha, rolling onto his side as much as he could. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
Raksha snorted softly, choosing not to dignify the apology with a response. He didn’t feel like arguing over whether or not Izzy had anything to apologize for, they’d had that conversation enough times already. His mate’s shift of position was briefly uncomfortable as Izzy’s hip dug into his groin somewhat painfully before the older male found a comfortable position. Once he was still, Raksha relaxed, discomfort gone and yawned.
Before he could drift off to sleep, Izzy found himself humming again, this time a lullaby he barely remembered from being a young boy with someone who actually cared about him. He didn't even really remember the exact pitches, but it soothed his nerves a little, and so he let himself keep doing it before a yawn interrupted him. "Mmm. Warm."
Sensing Izzy’s deeper relaxation, the last bit of tension went out of Raksha’s body. Feral gaze sleepy, he settled both blankets, one on top the other, over them from shoulders to toes. “Mmhmm,” his reply was barely coherent, as the warmth and Izzy’s spicy scent curled around him. Eyes drifting closed again, he found himself purring a little as sleep tugged at him.
Izzy smiled at Raksha's purring. It didn't have the same effect it usually did; instead, it calmed him down, focusing all his energy on trying to drift off to sleep. "Lov'you," he slurred, voice barely audible, before dropping into the light sleep that was so characteristic of any time he slept at all.
He kept purring, feeling as much as hearing Izzy’s murmured ‘love you’ and that the older male had drifted off. Tucking his chin against the spot where Izzy’s neck and shoulder met, he mumbled his reply, “Aishiteru,” before sinking into the warm darkness of sleep himself.