Sex God Saga 33
Setting Bombs In All The Right Places
FRIDAY:
Knowing the elevator code let Theo smuggle a Vietnamese conjurer in white to the currently empty rooftop party space overlooking a sunny downtown.
"Hm," Theo started. "Half expected you to get handsy in the elevator. You're more disciplined than Cred. So what did you want to say?"
Keith gave him a smile. A sad one?
"I've been thinking and... I'm not sure I can... I had a chat with Melisandre which I almost never do and one with Cor, which I've literally never done like this and I mean..."
The shaman with a supernatural glint in his dangly earring rambled on, making less and less sense to Theo.
"...and I know the label's not important but maybe it is and maybe I've not been thinking with the right labels, you know, and-"
Theo put a hand on the man's shoulder. "I didn't realize how much this is messing with you. But hey, here's the deal. You can take from this want you like and leave what you don't. Just sex, friendship – but with sex obviously -, romance, dates with my other boyfriends, uh," Theo looked aside to think, "maybe a solo date if we can pencil you in. Anyway, the point is you can change it up as you feel comfortable."
Keith didn't look convinced, almost shrinking into himself. "Mel thinks I'm extra addicted to you since I like sex so much. Like, that was kinda my whole deal and now I discovered perfect sex beyond comprehension of mortal ken or what-the-fuck-ever so I guess you are my whole deal now but you're a dude and I haven't even told dad I banged you and-"
Theo grabbed Keith by both shoulders, somewhat rough. "Buddy, I have half a mind to give you a kiss just to shut you up. Or a pulse, I'm not sure which is less rapey for a hetero. Anyway, I'm saying this mostly because Paris thinks I'm way to mellow and forgiving and understanding and just an all around flower boy."
"Uh," Keith said, looking skeptical, halfway to fearful.
"Stop. Being. A pussy."
"Wha-?"
Theo grinned. "I had a crush on you when I was still just the guy who made your lattes. And I won't pretend it was life-defining and we're destined or something but among all the out-of-my-league college students, you were number one. And what I liked most was your cockiness. So don't be a pussy, be a cock."
Keith chuckled weirdly, having been unprepared for laughter. "Can do, I guess. Can't fault a hotblooded hunk for having pussy on the mind all day but I'll try to be less of one."
"Fuck yeah," Theo said and gave the man's shoulders a smack before letting go.
"So," Keith started, "deal is I get to take what I want?"
"Mouth or ass?" Theo asked.
Keith looked around the empty party space and undid his fly. "Blowjob. On your knees. I need to clear my mind like you have no idea."
Theo laughed as he went down. "Keith, my love, I've not been able to jerk off in, let's say, a bit. I have some idea."
"You're just a bottom bitch fag," Keith said. "Your dick doesn't matter, cause you don't matter. You're a pleasure machine for real men."
"Wow," Theo said and paused before the unveiled erection.
Keith nodded down at the blond. "Cocky enough for you, ass-face?"
"Yes sir."
Theo dug in and turned Keith into a shivering, whimpering mess for a minute until the top got used to the intensity of a dozen simultaneous, edged fucks that second gear offered. Then Keith found his rhythm and took charge.
Paris sent gentle impressions. Something like a thumbs up, or a pat on the back. A handshake? Right, the negotiations were starting in fifteen. Theo sent encouragement back, then Paris kindly shut the connection to give Theo some alone time with his `favorite eye candy'.
Theo finger-banged himself with both hands as Keith rammed his glorious abs and thighs into the bottom's face. He regretted not at last bringing a big toy along.
Triggered by the thought of anal, Theo shoulder-nudged Keith's legs farther apart. He glanced up at his savagely moaning top and slipped his mouth off the cock. With an extended tongue, he dove between Keith's ass cheeks as much the position allowed and licked the top's hole. A pulse from tongue to ass sent Keith into anal focused overdrive.
If the slap ringing across Theo's face right away was any indication, he'd succeeded at mischief. Maybe he'd make it a new game, anytime Keith prioritized oral.
For now, Theo was back letting his throat get used.
###
The senior shamans had been busy ever since contact with Nimbus.
Kenya, the Voidmaven in a simple robe, and Chase Powell, the tall Shining Dark bouncer with a masculine face and eye tats on his neck, came by after a trip to some demiplane or another.
When the group sat down with Caius, king in cyan, to present their bounty, Theo's ass was still filled with Sacred's cum who'd needed to clear his head, too, after Keith got his fill.
Theo stood off to the side, along with Sacred, while the `adults' talked.
"The angels think," Chase said, "we won't ever get to root out the sleeper cult if we keep playing whack-a-wisp. They have a powerful god, apparently willing to be bound to a vessel. If they build a second one of the church windows these guys smashed-"
Sacred nodded with a satisfied grin.
"-Harpersfield might be toast. To the Baseliners it might looks like a sleeping sickness or a night terror epidemic."
Kenya rested her hands on the table. "And it's always possible Xaphan directly reveals himself and assumes control of the cult to speed things along. They don't know he's a... nefarious nephil."
"Good one," Paris mumbled, which Theo mostly inferred from the amusement traveling through the Bond of Favors.
"-and they think they're the good guys so an angel showing up to help would seem like a great omen."
"And you have..." Caius started with a swirling gesture, "acquired a solution, I hear."
Kenya nodded. "The way we shamans `generate' Outsiders is rather primitive. Pinerise and Rose Hall both have gardens where we try to attract wisps into flowers but it's a fickle process. There are various gods who can pluck whole muses from Ephemera but they tend not to like being used as factories."
"Unless they're buddy buddy with the angels," Chase said. "There's a demiplane teeming with wisps that we can only visit via the Betwixt Oblivion non-realm but angels Eclipsedrawn and Journeysoul showed us how to make that trip safe. Kids, if you would?"
Keith and Coralline removed the cloth from... a vase inside a circle of sigils. More sigils were wrapped around the vase itself.
"We call it a Waking Bomb," Kenya said. "A willing sprite, to rip anyone out of the deepest slumber. We have dozens and we might even breach a hundred before the end of the week."
Caius leaned back, pensive. "Bomb?"
"We'll set them all free at once," Chase said. "No literal explosives. But it's going to exorcise every dream wisp across town and beyond. A sucker punch for the sleeper god."
"And then?" Caius asked.
Chase shadowboxed.
Kenya gave him a raised eyebrow. "We have narrowed down where the cult resides. Once we activate the bomb and drive their god back, we'll need to take them out. Which should be easy enough with the surprise. Baring intervention from a... nefarious nephil."
"Don't overdo it," Paris mumbled.
Theo swallowed. This was the plan. Drawing out the fallen angel while saving the city. Honorsilvered had seemed confident Xaphan was too proud to slink back and sulk another few decades.
"We'd like permission," Kenya said, "to install a few of those sprite jars around the Onyx. It would be the perfect location for setting of, well, a bomb. I now regret that label."
Caius steepled his fingers. "I have questions."
Keith lightly grabbed Theo's wrist and nodded to the door. His head must not have stayed clear for long.
###
Lunch was served in the Onyx restaurant just one floor below the rooftop. With a table for six by the window, Keith, Coralline, Sacred, Paris and Theo ate a set of luxury courses.
Theo picked his Stygian master's Brussels sprouts off the prince's dish.
"Is this the Bond at work?" Coralline asked, "or did you already know he hates those?"
Theo gave a light shrug. "I didn't even really notice I was doing it until you said that."
"How does that work?" Sacred asked.
"I know what my dear boyfriend feels if he lets me feel it. If he's tired, parched, horny-" Theo got lightly poked in the ribs. "-what movie he wants to put on, how he wants to dress tomorrow. So I get things done ahead of time for him."
"Isn't that..." Keith started, "super annoying, at the very least? Being hungry for two, thirsty for two..."
"No," Theo said, "it's totally external. Not like I'm thirsty, just that I can tell he is. It also works in reverse but the master has to actively look."
Paris chuckled. "If Caius got hit with Bianca's moods through their Bond he'd have warned me more."
Coralline perked up. "Does your kind get periods?"
"Uh, don't think so."
"Still," Keith said. "Sounds rough."
Theo patted the shaman on the thigh. "You'd suffer if you were in my place. And someone like Ace would think it's hell. But I'm just..."
"Naturally subservient," Paris said confidently.
"More domestic, is what I was going to say."
"And the Destined Tie?" Keith asked. "We know so little about that."
"Just raw possession." Theo took a sip of juice to think. "If you gave yourself over to Mel fully, you'd get the same effect, I believe."
"Did that once. Hella spooky. She did get me out of a `situation' that way, though."
"Spooky fits," Theo said. "Cain is more multifaceted than I'd realized."
"He's a little shit," Paris said. He patted the empty chair at the table. "He'd be here if I wasn't making him do extra credit. I love the boy but if I'd known what I signed up for..."
"And the three dogs with too much testosterone?" Keith asked. "Heard the Joining of Souls went well."
"It's nothing like my Bond of Favors," Theo said. "No emotions or desires, just brief moments of instincts totally indistinguishable from my own unless I watch out for them. I can't sense the mini-pack mates from a distance like I can with Paris. Supposedly we can share abilities now if we're near each other. Haven't really checked yet but we managed to share Ambrosia's power around."
Keith's eyes went wide. "You mean they can, uh, give a good time like you now?"
Paris laughed.
Sacred gave his fellow Asian a pat on the back. "That's probably how my crazy relatives would have phrased it."
Theo nodded. "Would you rather have Ace suck your dick and me just coach him?"
"No, I was just... That must be a dream come true for them."
Sacred leaned back. "You've collected the full set, huh? Unless there's some Redeemer-only connection we can get."
Theo rolled his eyes. "When we visited the angels I was fifty percent sure they'd pull out some heavenly mind-link I had to do and get forever enslaved by one of those giant monks."
"You would have done it," Paris said.
"Sure would have, sir."
SATURDAY:
Theo kept his towel around his hips as he watched.
In the dim light of the Griffin Dragon Unicorn bathhouse - sprinkled with blue and purple spotlights – two of his `husbands' were in sixtynine cocksucking position for his entertainment.
Paris was on his back, only slightly struggling with Ace's picture-perfect, thick cock pumping into his throat. Ace sucked off the Stygian's considerable tool with so much enthusiasm that he probably took it deeper than Paris would have demanded.
Theo rewarded his friends with pulses when he felt like it, roaming their bodies casually.
They were in an alcove, the fairly crammed dancefloor two steps beside them. Their audience switched up as men danced past.
Damien squeezed through, dropped next to Theo, naked, with only a sip of beer left in his cup.
"Hey, slaveboy."
Theo had to shuffle aside, bringing his lap underneath Paris' head. "Having fun, Master Damien?"
The crown prince grinned, eyes on the cocksuckers, arm around the Mirrormaven with the sparkling collar. "So-so. I'll follow your ass to the ends of the earth but I remain as straight as they come. I do like the attention, just not the harassment."
"You know you don't have to go gay clubbing to stay on my list of tops, right?" Theo said and scooted into Damien's lap instead.
The black hunk pulled their towels aside. "Yeah but I feel left out if I don't. I'm not even bonded to you, really. Just a matrimonial lieutenant to my kid bro."
Paris flashed his middle finger, gagging on Primal cock.
"Appreciated," Theo said. "Must me sooo tough. All that lieutenant responsibility and so little of the spoils."
His ass instantly accommodated Damien's growing erection, Ambrosia working magic meant to ensure a pregnancy.
Damien's strong arms tightly clutched Theo as he grunted into the bottom's neck. "Ffffuck, it's never any less overwhelming. My first thought is always that I should have just snatched you up."
"In a kidnapping way or a marriage way?"
"I'll leave that open to interpr- fuck, this is so good."
Theo let the man hump lightly from below and fed him power from second and third gear as the goddess within him saw fit. He let his hand wander into Paris' hair, caressed him for a bit, wandered into the prince's mouth and let power from his hand flow into Paris' throat and Ace's cock.
The suckers reacted, getting more frantic and spasming. Theo retreated, then repeated.
Ace's ass, hovering right above Paris' face was too inviting. He would have hesitated if it had been one of his straight – or `straight' – boyfriends.
With a finger, then two, Theo banged Ace's ass in the rhythm of Damien humping into him.
"Like that?" Theo asked.
Ace flashed him a middle finger, then a thumbs up, never getting up from the prince's dick.
"Then what if all sex with me looks like this from now on?"
Ace flashed both middle fingers.
Theo leaned back and exchanged a grin with Damien. "How about I take charge here. Cocksuckers?" He slapped Ace's great glutes. "Me and my top are off. You finish each other, or there's gonna be no desert at home."
Theo dragged Damien onto the dance floor, making space for some audience member to join the cocksuckers for watching, groping or more if they wanted.
"You're really going to," Damien started, "like, make the rules now?"
Theo waved him off. "As if I stand a chance."
"At least you're realistic."
The blond danced with the taller man, face to face, in a fairly dense crowd.
"Just didn't want to send you back out alone," Theo continued. "Not like you're going to have much fun here without me."
"I had some good chats at the bar. The folks here aren't that bad."
"Then I can go back and eat your kid brother's ass on fourth gear?"
"Nah, I like having you with me. Apropos kid, why is the zombie missing?"
"Extra credit."
"Haha, cute."
They switched to dancing with Theo's back to Damien's front.
"He'll be along next time. But I prefer the smaller circle, or it's halfway to a brawl."
"I guess," the crown prince said, "that makes a gay club a bit of a refuge."
"Not that much. I've had a few others express interest in tagging along. Jun, especially. Duke, too. And half the Shining Dark boys are ambiguously queer anyway."
Damien laughed. "Something about being a semi-immortal amalgam of several minds seems to do that to you. Guess I've been missing that jackpot."
The crowd grew denser and began facing the stage as the show kicked off. Dancers rose to podiums and showed off their skills, ready to be bought for a private show by those who had too little sex appeal to land a cock or ass in this place.
"Man," Damien said after a while, his eyes on the crowd. "Can't do this stuff with chicks."
Theo followed his gaze to a fucking couple in a corner. "Want to?"
Damien simply stuck it in and hammered Theo's ass.
It remained a mostly `tame' dance floor otherwise, with most eyes on the dancers. Paris and Ace joined, dancing at the fucking men from either side but both focused on crowding in Theo. Sloppy three way kisses happened over the rhythmic shaking from Damien's power.
After a few songs, Theo saw familiar faces closing in and triggered Damien's orgasm, making the big guy cream into the shaman's hole with a push of pleasure that left him stumbling on the spot, loopy and leaning on the giggling Ace.
Fulin walked with an exaggerated swagger, basically in a permanent lat-spread. He let his pecs and biceps bounce at any man's touch, a smirk on his face the whole time. His freely dangling dick was kindly glamoured to fairly reasonable largeness.
The towel-clad Mako had his arm threaded into Fulin's arm like a tag-along girlfriend, his smile forced.
"Not having a good time?" Theo asked Mako. "I thought you'd gotten over yourself last visit."
"What makes you think that?" Paris asked.
Theo shrugged. "I think I feel it through the Joining. Not like seeing feelings in the noosphere but more the visceral, goosebump-y thing."
Paris rubbed his own forehead. "Man, I do not have the wherewithal to play empath right now."
"Tank draws a lot of eyes," Mako said with a nod at the beefcake, "and rapey as fuck comments. You'd think I want some distance from that but turns out he's a great lightning rod. Still crazy how comfortable some men are making detailed... proposals."
Sacred tackled the group from the side, mostly bouncing off Fulin's frame, exaggeratedly gesturing. "There's my guy," he shouted louder than the music necessitated. "There's the main attraction."
On a podium along the side, away from the main dancers, was Eucharist, who still went by Abaddon, at least at Griffin Dragon Unicorn. He was in leather shorts, swinging his ass at the crowd. His Heretic tattoo and the neck pentagram were joined by a finished tongue-demon on his shoulder, with a new tattoo started on the other arm.
This was his try-out evening and Theo's gang was here to set the mood. The men drifted with purpose toward the twinky dancer, cheering him on, Fulin the loudest.
"Man, he's good," Paris said, leaning back to speak to the group. "He's got, like, no ass but still twerks it like he's caked as fuck."
Sacred laughed. "Chaser reflexes. He can go lightspeed."
Abaddon turned to face the crowd and smiled wide at the men going "wooooh!" and raising their hands for him. He had a septum piercing now, and tiny nipple rings. He touched those nipples as he danced, rolling his thin torso in pleasure.
"How's he doing, mentally?" Theo asked.
Sacred made an expression that was hard to read. "He's got his moments. Better now."
Theo gave him a thumbs up, then went back to cheering for Abaddon. They were collecting a bit more of an audience for him now. He was totally making it through this try-out. If this was what he wanted, he was going to get it.
Theo gave a deep kiss to Fulin, then Mako, then made an inviting eyebrow-wiggle at Sacred.
The Redeemer sagged exaggeratedly, looking aside with his tongue in the corner of his mouth. Theo was about to turn to one of his many other boyfriends when Sacred pulled him into a kiss.
"Fuck me?" Theo asked. "You're so tense, you need it."
"Don't want to leave my cousin alone."
"Dance floor fuck?"
Sacred was genuinely shocked. "Th-that's allowed?"
"Dude," Fulin said. "How have you missed that happening all over the place? Do you know where we are?"
Sacred glanced at Abaddon who was having fun, already ringed by twink-loving, older gentlemen. With some awkward maneuvering, Sacred started rutting into Theo's crack.
Fulin stepped in front of the blond and their mini-pack instincts guided Theo's tongue down the muscleman's abs to the swaying of Fulin's light dance moves, like a practiced choreography. Moving as one, Theo's mouth found the alpha's dick – magically shrunk to be merely on the large side.
The Stygians took over the duty of moving eyes toward Abaddon. Theo could feel Paris' mesmerization giving subtle pushes to anyone interested. To be fair, Abaddon's Redeemer magic was letting him nail the bodywork, his dance rich in details like he'd studied it professionally.
Sacred shoved his cock in and Theo let himself get speared on both ends. He kept it on lower gears, having normal looking sex while his tops were granted inhuman ultra-gasms.