Flight

Flight
by Meveny

Story Notes

The little fic I wrote to feed my unhealthy Thiede/Orien obsession.

Rating: PG (no rooning, sorry)

Characters: Thiede/Orien

Spoilers: everything, ’tis set after Ghosts.

Disclaimer: everything belongs to Storm Constantine, except for the typos, which are all mine *pets them* and the quote belongs to Leonardo DaVinci.

Flight

I am Aghama, the first, and he was the second. But in a way, he was also first: the first addition to my great race, Wraeththu, the conquerors of the earth. Of course that was not how it seemed at the time. It was nothing like that at all.

Thiede stood silently on his balcony, staring blankly out over the glory of Immanion, a single tear running slowly down his face. Since his return, Thiede did not spend this whole day in mourning as he once did, but even now, nothing could relieve the sense of loss. The fact that nohar else remembered the death this day represented did little to sooth his feelings.

Since his return to the earthly realm, Thiede had felt a bit “out of the loop” so to speak. While he had traversed other dimensions of reality, life here had gone on without him, as it had gone on without Orien. Even Pellaz, who was the only one he felt he could talk to, had moved on, barely needing him anymore. Pellaz had Cal and Caeru to confide in, but now Thiede had no one, and he hadn’t for many years. The time after his ascension was the first in many years that he had had somehar that understood, really understood. Hara of the later years didn’t understand the beginning, and those near to the beginning chose to forget it. In the endless depths of the otherlanes, Thiede had regained his partner, his confidante, and now he had lost him yet again.

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A Worthy Cause

A Worthy Cause
by Em

Story Notes

Characters: Pellaz and Cal

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Cal/Pellaz Saltrock fluff and PWP. Pell POV *g*

Disclaimer: Characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine. No offence is intended and no profit is being made.

AN: Happy long weekend present for Haylzee and anyone else on my flist who would like a Cal/Pell fix. Enjoy!

A Worthy Cause

Cal was more than happy to follow Orien’s instructions and help me practice my new arunic skills, and luckily for me he seemed to find my fumbling discoveries of my new form wonderfully endearing. He dispelled any embarrassment on my part in the way he reveled in my attentions. He would lie back passively, letting me explore him with my fingers and mouth, encouraging me with squirms and soft sounds.

Sometimes I would look over and see him watching me with bright eyes, in such a way that made me have to immediately drop what I was doing and scamper over to him. Cal would receive my eager embrace, letting me wriggle into him and press kisses over his face and mouth.

At other times he was equally willing to play a more active role and he filled me with pleasure. Our moans of pleasure would drift out of our bedroom window at any time of the day and I doubt we were really engaging ourselves as studiously as Orien would have liked but it felt too good to concern me.

When Cal appeared out of the mist I had had no prior sexual experience and the thought of it had even mildly embarrassed me, even if only because I had not given it much thought. After my althaia, or perhaps during it I had developed a seemingly insatiable appetite for aruna. Cal was a drug I couldn’t get enough of, the taste of his breath was like cold water after an afternoon in the cable fields.

The best part about the situation was that Cal seemed just as infatuated with me as I was with him. It seemed I finally understood what Flick had said when he said Cal was kelos over me.

After eating dinner with Seel and Flick, and sometimes other friends who joined us in Seels comfortable house, I would lie back in Cal’s arms and languorously share breath with him. Everhar else would fade into the back ground as Cal opened his mouth for me, letting his breath slip out for me to lap up. We would lie like that for what seemed like hours while the others conversed around us, by now used to our mutual and often public displays of affection.

Everhar had to pitch in and do their share of work in Saltrock, it was still a new town and Seal was a hard taskmaster when he had to be. Still, I remember the times we weren’t working better. The hours spent stretched in the sun somewhere with Cal. The smell of sulfur filling our noses as we lay beside the steaming lake, or enjoying time alone together in the grass, the stable, a hammock – anywhere we found each other.

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