Sweet Desperation

Sweet Desperation
by Em

Story Notes
Pairing: Cal / Pellaz

Summary: The Tigron craves the one har he cannot have.

Spoilers Anything up to Wraiths

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: Characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine.

Sweet Desperation

The Tigron of Immanion had at his disposal anything a har could possibly ask for. He was surrounded by luxury and comfort and no request was too much to ask. Pellaz har Aralis was never short of company – should he desire it a banquet could be called at a few hours notice and one of the many function rooms of Phaonica would be filled with hara to socalise with. Or, should he prefer, he had many close friends to spend intimate time with. He could travel halfway across the world in mere minutes with the help of his sedu if he missed hara in Megalithica and the apartment next door housed his closest confidant in Immanion, Vaysh – who would put down whatever he was doing at Pellaz’s request.

Despite all this, Pellaz was not satisfied. He was not an overly demanding har. Aristocratic, yes – but Pellaz did not exploit his position. It was unfortunate perhaps that the one thing he desired most in the world was the one thing that even the Tigron could not have. The one thing the Tigron was specifically not allowed to have.


Though Cal was never far from Pellaz’s thoughts, there were nights like tonight when the Tigron’s memories made things almost unbearable. When he could almost swear Cal was in the room with him, so strong was his presence. He haunted Pellaz like an unrelenting ghost and lingered like a cherished memory.

Many years ago the Hienama Orien had warned Pellaz to hide his tears from others and Pell had heeded that lesson well. He told nohar, not even Vaysh or Seel, how deep his grief ran. He buried it deep inside and locked it away in his heart, focusing his attention on the here and now so he would not be swamped by his past. Nohar knew of how Calanthe constantly flittered through Pellaz’s dreams or how difficult it was to get up on the mornings that waking up alone filled Pellaz with deep pain. Nohar knew that on the nights that Pellaz’s shunned company and went to his apartments alone it was because he could not stand to look at the face of anyhar who was not Cal.

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Four Rotating Hips

Four Rotating Hips
by Em

Story Notes

Pairing: Pellaz/Cal

Rating: Most definetly NC-17

Summary: Cal is annoyed and Pellaz distracts him. Includes dancing and aruna… pretty much just blatant smut. *g*

Spoilers: Takes place after the first trilogy so read accordingly and at your own peril.

Disclaimer: The characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine, I am just playing.

Feedback is craved and most welcome!

Best enjoyed while listening to Inertia Creeps by Massive Attack. Thems the beat of the drum, yeah?

Four Rotating Hips

Calanthe har Aralis had been planning on having his chesnari’s attention to himself tonight. Unfortunately, the Hegemony had other ideas as Cal had been frustratingly informed by Velaxis while he was making his way to Pellaz’s apartments. Now, instead of a night of bliss in Pell’s arms he was here, in a large room full of ridiculously over-trumped hara, drinking expensive wine and making polite conversation.

He did manage to keep the scowl off his face while innumberable hara fawned over him, he was a practiced performer, but he was far from happy. Pellaz stood as far from him as he could get, across the room and currently surrounded by his own hoard of admirers.

“You can’t be selfish with him, you know,” a voice in Cal’s ear made him turn.

Caeru stood behind him grinning and Cal rolled his eyes. He snorted. “I would prefer if not every night was taken up with some social event.”

Suddenly they were interrupted by the entrance of several scantily clad hara who were decorated with dripping pearls and gold and little else. Groaning, Cal turned his questioning face to his consort.

Caeru shrugged but could not hide his gleeful smile. “Entertainment,” he said by way of explanation. “A tribe from the east wanted to share their…. Delights with us.”

“And how long is this going to last?” Cal asked before angrily swallowing the rest of his wine. He could quickly see that any chance of getting Pellaz alone tonight was moving further and further from his grasp.

The room cleared as hara stepped back to make room for the performance. Hara with large drums and other instruments followed behind the dancers and made themselves at home.

Cal barely tried to suppress his frown now.

He felt a smooth hand glide across his shoulder as somehar stepped close to his side and turned his head to see Pellaz beside him. Cal groaned; more annoyed than ever when presented with the sight of Pellaz in all his glory. Pellaz wore a dark red robe that practically dripped off his shoulders, leaving his chest exposed and bare. A gold necklace encircled his throat and trailed down to his stomach. This was exactly the sight he had hoped to be faced with in the privacy of his own rooms – not while surrounded by this mindless crowd of dignitaries!

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General Seduction

General Seduction
by Em and Haylz

Story Notes


NC17 with a light drug use warning

Ashmael goes looking for Pellaz but finds Cal instead, he foolishly tries to annoy Cal – who decides it’s high time he seduced the general and pulls out all the stops… but will Ashmael be able to escape with his dignity (and clothes) intact?

Don’t own any of it, we just like messing with them, especially Ashmael because he’s fun to tease.

We wrote this ages ago but never got around to posting it. I found it as I was playing with my journal and thought others might enjoy it, it was definitely fun to write.

Originally posted to Raythoo, Sept. 2006.

General Seduction

The halls of Phanoica seemed oddly quiet as General Ashmael Aldebaran walked briskly towards the apartments that housed the Tigrons of Immanion. He was hoping for a quick word with Pellaz, but so far the dark haired har was nowhere to be found.

His boots made an awful squeaking sound as they collided with the gleaming marble beneath him, making him cringe. He would have to do something about them later. Squeaky boots were no good for the element of surprise, which was very important in his line of work.

Once he had reached the Tigron’s apartments, he quietly knocked at the door to Pellaz’s office, but received no response from inside.

Glancing around, Ashmael noticed that the door to the main balcony was open, the salty smell of the ocean wafting in and reminding him of his childhood days, spent making castles in the sand and splashing through the waves with relish – how long ago that all was now.

Ashmael strode over to the door, perhaps the Tigron was relaxing outside?

He was outside, only it wasn’t the Tigron Ashmael had been expecting.

Cal looked the picture of relaxation, his lean body reclining on a padded bench, bare feet propped up on the balcony railing and by the serene expression on his face, and the sickly sweet smell in the air, Ashmael knew it wasn’t tobacco the Tigron was smoking.

The general couldn’t help but run his eyes over the peaceful looking har, the ripped, faded jeans that sat perfectly beneath his hips, which were as smooth and tanned as the bare chest that peeked out from the gauzy looking white shirt he wore, open of course.

He appeared to be watching the sun going down behind the mountains, the last lingering rays gliding across his half lidded eyes and through the golden locks of hair that danced in the gentle breeze.

Must he always look so damn good?

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2,220 Words of Gratuitous Smut

2,220 Words of Gratuitous Smut
by Em

Story Notes

Summary: This is flat out PWP and the title reflects this. I didn’t even know what to call it. Cal’s POV.

Characters: Pellaz/Cal (of course)

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: Takes place during Enchantments but the lack of a plot means there is not really much to worry about. XD

Disclaimer: Characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine. I’m sure she didn’t intend for them to be used this way, and I apologise for my lack of morals.

AN: Honestly guys, this was really just an excuse to write smut. This is probably me at my most debauched so if you have a problem with overly graphic aruna fics, just stay away.

2,220 Words of Gratuitous Smut

“So, show me what you’ve been learning in Orien’s den of iniquity.”

Pellaz looked up at me from across the room and gave me a quizzical look. Flickering lamplight played across his bare torso, his dark hair hung down his back. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

I grinned at him over the rim of my wine glass. Seated in a low arm chair I had a good view of Pellaz as he pottered around the room tidying things up and occasionally stopping to sip his wine.

“Show me something,” I urged.

He studied me warily, but even from across the room I could see his eyes darken. He hesitated then dropped the shirt he was holding. “Like what?” he asked and his light tone opened a pit in my stomach.

A spread my legs in the chair, slouching down to make myself comfortable. This could be a good show. I watched Pellaz’s face heat up as I stared at him and he slowly shuffled across the room to stand between my legs, almost as if he couldn’t help himself. His cheeks burned red by the time he reached me and I loved it. I sat up and, sliding my arms around his waist, nuzzled my face into his bare stomach. He awkwardly rested his hands on my shoulders.


I lightly bit the skin around his belly button then looked up at his red face. “You’re adorable,” I declared.

A smile broke across his face and it only made me tighten my arms on his hips.

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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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