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lonesparkGren thinks the man he had met a few years ago would have seduced him away from the mission, and a small, disloyal part of his mind is bitterly disappointed by the changed meaning of nine o'clock.
He is clearly a prisoner, forbidden to leave and unable to send any message, but the accomadations are very tolerable. Every morning Viren passes through the room where he serves his indefinite house arrest, and while there is no consistent exchange of pleasantries, Viren speaks to him civilly, and occasionally at at length.
He has not seen fit to share any of the imported Xadian fruit, and in his anxious boredom, Gren is becoming fixated on trying it. Finally, he gets his wish.
There's one fruit left, the most exotic, unknown one. It smells odd, but Viren slices it with care. He offers a small slice to Gren, who bites off a small piece and chews it cautiously.
"How does it taste?"
Gren licks his lips, considering. "It's spicy, which I didn't expect, but good."
Viren eats a slice himself and agrees. It's the kind of food that makes you want more, so he eats another one. The sticky juice runs down his fingers and he's startled when Gren licks it.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know! I just felt like I needed to. I feel strange, like it's hot under my skin and... oh... that's not convenient at all." At first Viren isn't sure what Gren is trying to get at, but then the way he's shifting his legs makes it obvious. And now Viren can feel the heat, too...
The rush of heat and loss of focus is sudden. Viren pushes another slice against Gren's lips. Gren chews it, wondering why it's important, but then he realizes; it's equalizing the dose, to make sure they're similarly affected.
Viren grimaces. "It was foolish not to suspect physiological effects.."
He climbs on the bed, covering Gren's body with his, grinding down desperately. He sucks at the side of Gren's neck, leaving a tingling sensation in his wake. The intensity of the sensation spikes and it's explosively over, leaving them dazed in ruined clothes. Some clarity of thought returns, but the need recedes only slightly.
Viren gestures at the door, strengthening the spells to keep it locked and the room silenced.
They struggle free of their clothes and scrub and rinse their fingers.
Viren is thoughtful, distracted. It should be possible to evade him, to escape somehow, but the fruit has rendered Gren incapable of wanting that. He topples Viren onto the bed and moves onto him.
Gren flicks a nipple with his tongue and Viren jerks and hisses.
"Ahh! That burns!"
Gren laughs, sounding wicked and absurd to his own ears.
"I know."
He moves down Viren's body and the mage reacts with alarm, relaxing only when Gren's mouth begins a thorough exploration of his inner thighs.
After testing his fingers against his own cheek, Gren brushes them down the cleft of his Viren's ass and across the hole. The mage groans and spreads his legs. Gren smirks, nipping at his leg and pressing his thumb against the puckered entrance.
Viren thrashes on the bed. His cock gyrates wildly, hardening again rapidly.
"It has been... quite a long time..."
Gren frowns.
"That's a shame."
He is clearly a prisoner, forbidden to leave and unable to send any message, but the accomadations are very tolerable. Every morning Viren passes through the room where he serves his indefinite house arrest, and while there is no consistent exchange of pleasantries, Viren speaks to him civilly, and occasionally at at length.
He has not seen fit to share any of the imported Xadian fruit, and in his anxious boredom, Gren is becoming fixated on trying it. Finally, he gets his wish.
There's one fruit left, the most exotic, unknown one. It smells odd, but Viren slices it with care. He offers a small slice to Gren, who bites off a small piece and chews it cautiously.
"How does it taste?"
Gren licks his lips, considering. "It's spicy, which I didn't expect, but good."
Viren eats a slice himself and agrees. It's the kind of food that makes you want more, so he eats another one. The sticky juice runs down his fingers and he's startled when Gren licks it.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know! I just felt like I needed to. I feel strange, like it's hot under my skin and... oh... that's not convenient at all." At first Viren isn't sure what Gren is trying to get at, but then the way he's shifting his legs makes it obvious. And now Viren can feel the heat, too...
The rush of heat and loss of focus is sudden. Viren pushes another slice against Gren's lips. Gren chews it, wondering why it's important, but then he realizes; it's equalizing the dose, to make sure they're similarly affected.
Viren grimaces. "It was foolish not to suspect physiological effects.."
He climbs on the bed, covering Gren's body with his, grinding down desperately. He sucks at the side of Gren's neck, leaving a tingling sensation in his wake. The intensity of the sensation spikes and it's explosively over, leaving them dazed in ruined clothes. Some clarity of thought returns, but the need recedes only slightly.
Viren gestures at the door, strengthening the spells to keep it locked and the room silenced.
They struggle free of their clothes and scrub and rinse their fingers.
Viren is thoughtful, distracted. It should be possible to evade him, to escape somehow, but the fruit has rendered Gren incapable of wanting that. He topples Viren onto the bed and moves onto him.
Gren flicks a nipple with his tongue and Viren jerks and hisses.
"Ahh! That burns!"
Gren laughs, sounding wicked and absurd to his own ears.
"I know."
He moves down Viren's body and the mage reacts with alarm, relaxing only when Gren's mouth begins a thorough exploration of his inner thighs.
After testing his fingers against his own cheek, Gren brushes them down the cleft of his Viren's ass and across the hole. The mage groans and spreads his legs. Gren smirks, nipping at his leg and pressing his thumb against the puckered entrance.
Viren thrashes on the bed. His cock gyrates wildly, hardening again rapidly.
"It has been... quite a long time..."
Gren frowns.
"That's a shame."
