Sex God Saga

Sex God Saga 9

Neon Sin

SATURDAY:

Theo had never been on a guest list. Being taken to the front of a long, long queue by Mako felt unreal.

He'd put on a purple button up with a matching purple choker as a concession to Paris. His pants were white with a little chain on them. He wore new shoes. All things the prince had bought him.

Mako had freshly shaved the sides of his head, making his little ponytail look sharp and commanding. The Japanese Primal showed off his shapely arms with a bulky but sleeveless white hoodie.

"Ready to party?" Mako asked.

"Think so," Theo said. "Been years."

Neon Sin was centered on a sunken dancefloor with a second floor promenade leading around the room. It was loud and packed.

Statues of saints wore neon halos. Saint Patrick held a snaking neon tube, Joan of Arc raised a lightsaber, Catherine lay broken across a blinking ferris wheel, Christopher carried a glow paint covered baby on his shoulders. Most prominently, the Virgin Mary had neon glowing from her eyes, mouth and a cross-shaped opening in her crotch.

The colors of the lights circled from pink and violet to teal and cyan to orange and lime.

"Holy fuck, this is cool," Theo shouted.

"Isn't it?" Mako shouted back. "Hey look, there's our guys."

Keith was in white of course, a hollow star dangling on his ear, completing his typical k-pop outfit. His hair moved gracefully as he gently swayed his hips next to a dancing chick.

Theo felt his heart sag a little. But there was plenty of meat for him to ogle.

Willow – the Stygian and Champion of summer goddess Ohn – was dancing like she was competing, her short pink shirt breezy enough to keep flashing her thong. Vienna, the out of town Primal, hung out with Jun by the bar even though they weren't currently dating - apparently. Jun looked no different than at the gym, wearing a shirt just long enough to make it unclear if he was wearing very short pants or nothing at all.

Theo realized he'd been staring long enough to lose Mako in the crowd. Was he supposed to just walk around? He wasn't a dancer and he wasn't looking to `maybe score a chick' like Mako.

He reached for his phone to text Paris a quick `where?' when his eyes fell on a guy who stared back. Intently. Eerily.

The stranger was really fucking cute but looked young enough to be in his teens. East Asian, skinny, pale, his bright white hair in a shaggy mop. He wore dark clothes with holes at the collar, hem and knees. The shirt was ripped at the bottom, exposing his slim stomach by a sliver.

Their eye contact was growing uncomfortable. The neon in the room turned from violet to carmine. The white haired man – boy? – had irises as dark as his pupils. Then he broke into a killer smile. Theo would have called it `Keith tier'.

Someone grabbed Theo from the side, nearly knocking him over.

Fairly African features but light-ish skinned, tall and wide. Corn rows. A ridiculously sharp jaw. Eye tattoos on the neck. Chase Powell the Stygian.

"Hey, horny guy."

"Chase," Theo shouted. "My name's Theo."

Chase threw his hands up. "Fine. Do you swear you're not horny right now? Sorry, the-" he gestured at his own eyes, then around him at the `noosphere', "-is a little muddled with all these desperate dudes around."

Theo turned to where the white haired stranger had stood. He was still there, which felt mildly surprising, but now grinded on a young girl in mesh and a tank top.

"Chase! Do you happen to know this guy?"

"White hair kid? Cain Ho. One of yours. Conjurer but not with the order."

"Is he old enough to be in here? He looks, like, sixteen."

Chase tapped one among his several gold rings where summoning revealed a wisp living in a gem. "I'm a bouncer, I've seen his ID. I can tell if these things are legit. He's twenty-two."

"You have a great memory."

"Thanks. And you've just jogged it. Paris wants to see you upstairs. Come on."

Chase led him past a cordon guarded by a fat guy in a suit. The stairs were half-blockaded by a smooching couple. Aaron Kim, with his hands up a girl's attire. He wore a simple dark green polo shirt, with only a dangly ear chain hinting at a k-pop aesthetic. He won against Keith's greater effort by virtue of being actually Korean.

Theo squeezed himself past with Chase just behind. A sinister part of his mind wanted to grab the hunky man with a gorgeous face by the balls and give him a pulse of max power – the kind of quick release of sex-energy he'd managed to send into Fulin's pecs once.

That would have been pretty evil. Maybe even rape?

The upstairs area had a handful of lounges overlooking the ground floor, each one separated by walls of dark glass. Chase navigated to one and opened the door, waving Theo in.

It was marginally less loud here. Francis of Assisi talked to balloon animals of neon light tubes on a glass table holding drinks. Around it was a u-shaped white sectional.

Theo practically bounded toward Paris.

The prince wore a tan blazer over a wildly patterned shirt, gold accents anywhere they fit. He grinned as the blond shaman dropped next to him.

"Paris," Theo whined.

"Feeling needy, boytoy?"

"Ugh. So many straights everywhere."

The Stygian laughed. "We should take you to a gay club sometime. I could push your head between my legs and let you get to work."

The prince pulled Theo in and Theo cuddled up to his maybe boyfriend.

Duke Kim sat across from them, looking dolled up in a tight blue shirt that showed off every bump on the personal trainer's body. His hand was on the naked thigh of a giggly, white chick.

Summoning didn't reveal any Outsiders on her or on the Primal. But there was one present. On a guy Theo had never seen before.

"I should introduce you to someone," Paris said. "Ace, come over here! Theo, this is Ace Wang. Just came back up from Cali."

Ace was short with a lean muscled physique. Somewhere between Keith's and Mako's build and just right to make Theo go feral. The presumed Primal had hair dyed maroon, falling onto his face in a fluffy fringe.

He wore, frankly, fetish gear. A fine mesh shirt that left nothing about his torso to the imagination was ringed by an x-harness, with more leather straps on his wrist. His black jeans were cut short enough to make the pockets poke out below, with the smoothly defined legs in fishnets. High boots gave him half an inch in height.

Theo saw Chase smirk and mouth `horny guy'.

Ace sat next to Theo reaching out for a handshake. He had a forearm tattoo of five cards in a fan – four aces and a joker.

"I'm Theo. You must be the cousin of..." He swallowed. Should he say Tank' or Fulin'? Paris pushed a glass of something iced into his hand, letting him leave the sentence unfinished.

Ace nodded. "Yeah, Tank's coming later. Stuck babysitting until a Lee gets off work. You already noticed Blood Drop, huh?"

Ace's voice was melodic even half-shouted. He could have sounded quite similar to Fulin if he'd lowered it artificially.

Ace pulled a knife from his boot, or perhaps a dagger, and spun it effortlessly.

The blond shaman took a sip. A skull on the knife's handle rose to Theo's mediumship, revealing the skull visage of an Outsider.

"Sprite of darkness," Ace said. "A demon I caught dimming a street to terrify people. Converted it back to the good guy side."

"That's... so badass it kinda wraps around to tryhard. Uh, sorry."

Ace smirked. "Not mad. I got my dark and gloomy muscle wizard aesthetic. Tank's got his dumb monstercock no chick can handle."

Theo too-quickly took another sip of his drink. It was fruity and a little bitter.

Ace smiled more. "I'm the gay cousin if it hadn't clicked yet."

"Yeah, T-Tank mentioned. You're not around often?"

"I'm not a family person. But Tank's acting... weird? Happy desperate? And don't you little twink have the `privilege'," he spoke the word with mockery, "of calling him Fulin?"

Theo chuckled nervously. "Never thought my sex life was going to be the talk of town."

"I want to know what it's like," Ace said. "You can hit me with it just by touch, right?"

"I can do a... a pulse? A blast? Not with great control and we didn't check how long but... I can send a max power shot, basically."

Ace shifted and pulled a leg onto the sofa to face the shaman. "Hit me. Let's see what made Tank go crazy."

Theo looked at Paris who was comfortably lounging. The prince gave a nod and his golden accessories gleamed as the neon light turned from emerald to honey. Okay then.

Theo put his drink down after one more sip and placed his hands on the top of Ace's abs, since the pecs were crossed by the harness.

He was semi-hard and part of him wanted to use the moment to explore Ace's body more, pretending he was gathering power even though he was instantly ready.

He sent a pulse.

Ace's smirk turned to confusion and within one second to sheer terror. After another second he pushed himself away, staring in horror.

"I..." Theo started. "Sorry?"

Ace rose, mouthed `excuse me' and walked out.

Theo sank back into Paris. "Shit. I messed up. Only Knowing gay guy beside you and I break everything."

Paris stroked Theo's hair. "He'll be back. You're too sweet to break things."

Theo twisted around to lean into the prince face to face. Their lips met. An innocent kiss, turning a bit more sensual as it went on.

"Hit me," Paris whispered once his lips reached Theo's neck.

"W-what?"

"A pulse for your sir, slut."

"I'm not sure..."

"Come on. Tank got one and it was fine. You're not gonna break me."

It wasn't as easy anymore. Theo had to gather power for real this time, like taking a run up. It took an almost physical push to get the esoteric pulse out.

Paris arched as if he'd been defibrillated, arms failing. "Hhhhgggguuuh. Fuuuuhhhh."

As the Stygian regained control he grabbed Theo's hair brutally and shoved the blond's face into his fast-tenting crotch.

"Paris! What are you- Stop."

"Fuck," Paris shouted, frustrated and pushed Theo past his crotch, forcing him to drop to the floor in front of him.

Theo kneeled, not moving, breathing hard. He flinched under a touch.

"I'm so sorry, babe," Paris said. "Look at me, hey."

Theo looked up between the prince's legs. "Not cool."

"I'll be better prepared next time. I had forgotten how far beyond sanity you push me."

"So this is my fault now?!"

Paris raised his hand. "No. No, baby, I'm so sorry. I won't make you do that again."

"H-how do I know you're not just saying that to get more pulses and godly blowjobs and whatever else I'm fucking cursed with."

To his credit, Paris was lounging serenely. "Oh babe, I wanted you before we knew what you're capable of, remember? Only cuddles, then?"

Theo scooted back onto the sofa, far enough from Paris they wouldn't touch on accident. Neither seemed to know what to say.

Ace returned barely a minute later. "Uh, what's up?"

"Nothing," Theo said.

"Okay?" Ace said. "I'm sorry I bailed. I ran to the bathroom to jerk off. Came twice."

"I'm not doing it anymore."

"Not asking you to. Not sure I want more."

"Oh."

Ace sat down and scooted closer. Paris moved in from the other side. Theo had calmed down. Casual double cuddles were nice.

"Welp," Ace said and rose. Something at his boot flickered as a Veneer laid itself over Blood Drop to glamour it away. "I gotta burn some nervous energy. If I run into my tool of a cousin I'll send him up."

"Actually," Paris said, "We could go with. Do you dance, Theo?"

"Uh, no."

Paris grinned. "I know someone who can help."

###

Keith was leaning on the bar, talking to two women in skimpy outfits. He turned toward Theo with a smile that had to be magically empowered with how much of an effect it had.

"Keith! Paris said you can help me dance. I don't know what he meant but..."

Keith reached into his pocket and a Veneer moved past Theo as the sensation of a rustling blanket fluttering beside him. The two women looked distracted – dazzled.

"Mel would love that," Keith half-shouted. "It's not one of her talents I make much use of. Just start."

Something stepped out of Keith. A night sky in a blurry human shape. Melisandre's visage, which she finally allowed the blond shaman to see.

"S-start dancing?"

"Yeah, silly. What else?"

Theo moved onto the dancefloor, which wasn't too crammed to let him find his way toward the middle. He vaguely wiggled his body in the rhythm of the blasting tunes, badly imitating the bodies shaking around him.

Then his motions grew larger as if he was riding them out. Then dancing was easier than not. The buttons on his shirt popped open.

With his chest and abs exposed, he swung himself around. It cost him stamina to do the moves, but which way to move always felt obvious. He got exhausted faster than expected but he was having serious fun. He was getting a little bit of attention.

Mako appeared next to him, dancing at him even. The forcedancer was shirtless now, the white hoodie hanging from his pants. As the neon fixtures turned to amber and teal, Theo nearly stumbled over his legs at the glorious sight.

"Hey," Mako yelled. The dancefloor was getting directly blasted by speakers.

"H-hi." Theo was seriously exhausted. He would have stopped in another minute but he was now dancing with Mako, which was too fun to cut short.

"I wanted to talk to you," Mako yelled. "Since yesterday. But I needed a drink for courage."

Mako danced closer and the duo switched to vaguely grinding on each other.

"You don't mind?" Theo asked. "That we look kinda..."

The short Primal pulled him around, initiating a dance with Theo's back to him, grinding more. He pulled Theo down to talk.

Since Mako was a little shorter, Theo had to bend his knees, ass at the Forgedancer's crotch, to hear him well.

"I can't stop thinking about what Tank said," Mako said into Theo's ear. "I want to know what it's like. Anything I can do to make that happen?"

"You want... You want!?"

Mako loosely wrapped his arms around Theo's abs under the flaps of the open shirt. "I hope you find me hot. Please? Be a little shallow, hehe."

Theo froze, throwing the dancing Primal off. He pulled Mako along, off the dancefloor. "You're straight, right?"

"Yeah, is that a problem? I thought you guys find that hot. Sorry, is that rude? I'm a little drunk."

"I think if you're drunk we shouldn't-"

"If I wasn't?"

"I'd want... a supervisor. Some safety mechanism to break us apart after a time."

"And then we fuck?"

"I... should ask Paris. Not for permission, just what he thinks."

"Let's go."

###

A dream come true. If things went right.

He knew he wouldn't disappoint Mako. If anything guys seemed to under estimate his power. But he didn't want another tainted or broken friendship.

"Ace? Paris?" Theo asked in the lounge. "Where's Chase?"

"Pissing I guess," Ace said. "Why?"

Mako pushed forward. "You got an Outsider, right? Can you make me sober? And can you supervise while the twink here sucks my dick?"

Ace glanced back and forth between them, his confusion turning to amusement. Paris only snickered and gave a thumbs up.

Ace pulled out his dagger. "Tongue please. You pay?"

"I got V," Mako said.

The maroon haired Primal in fetish wear slit the side of the ponytailed Primal's tongue. Mako flinched, grimaced and spat into a glass. There was no blood, only alcohol.

Mako made big eyes and stretched. "Okay. Wow. I really asked my neighbor for a blowjob, huh?"

"No takebacks," Ace said. "And you need a chaperone?"

"Someone who can break us up," Theo said.

Ace let his blade swirl on one finger before dropping it. The dagger snapped to his boot. "Any questions?"

"Where do we go?" Mako said. "I wasn't thinking that far."

Paris raised a hand. "I can help with that."

###

Neon Sin was co-owned by two ladies. Shaman Nala Parson, an elegant, tan-skinned femme fatal with long, flowing hair and Shining Dark Stygian Scarlett, who was bald with bright pink nails and lipstick contrasting her deep black skin.

Scarlett was in, greeted Paris with a hug and soon handed him a key.

Beyond the upstairs lounges was a corridor leading to the DJ booth. A section of it was cut off by partitions covered in posters, holding equipment. Paris unlocked a chain and let them in.

"I'll be in the lounge. I don't think I could control myself. Plus somebody's got to dazzle away nosy Baseliners. I'll check if I hear nothing from you in an hour."

"Thanks, your majesty," Mako said. He had turned coy.

The equipment `shed' was unlit but there were half-inch slits between the partition slates, both to the corridor and to the club, so the neon shine and dancing crowd remained visible.

Ace sat down on chests of audio equipment.

Mako stripped to the boxers. The neon light painted him gorgeously.

Theo let his shirt drop. "I'll..." he started over the music. "I won't go all in right away. So I'll need access to your..."

Mako wasn't as comfortable anymore. "Mind if I watch porn?"

Theo sagged. "Fine, I guess."

"Blast him," Ace shouted.

"What?" Mako asked.

"Blast the pussylicker," Ace said, grinning. He bumped his heels into the box he was sitting on like an impatient child. "Let him know what he's in for."

"No," Theo said. "Bad idea. But, Mako, can you give me... a second with your dick before you decide?"

"Haha. I guess. You want this more than me, huh?"

The top-to-be pulled his boxers down, revealing a semi-hard, average dick. It looked delicious.

Theo kneeled down, grabbed the balls and took the dickhead in his mouth.

He let his power loose.

Mako let out a breath that didn't seem to stop. He flexed his body, his dick rapidly hardening.

Theo pulled away.

Mako took a few deep breaths, eyes wide, hands grabbing at his own hair. He accidentally undid his ponytail.

"Fuuuck! Holy shitting fucking holy what the fuck! Did I... I didn't even cum?"

"I'll go lighter," Theo said, opening his own zipper.

Theo settled on first gear and let Mako fuck his face. The top found a rhythm along with the music. It was a perfectly normal blowjob, except the whimpers Mako made continued to make it seem like he was jizzing every few seconds.

"How is it?" Ace asked.

"Heaven." Mako did body rolls into Theo's face, fucking his mouth in a fairly controlled and gentle way. "I'm never giving this cunt back to Tank. You're moving in with me, faggot, and you'll suck me every hour of every day."

"Nice," Ace said. "Give him a blast, Tee."

Theo pulled away. "You're chaperoning, don-"

Mako forced Theo's face onto his hips again. "No, no, keep sucking, cunt. Keep sucking or I'm gonna fucking kill you."

"Um," Ace mumbled. "Is this where I step in?"

"Ugh, fuck no," Mako said. "I didn't mean it. I just say things, okay? This is insane. Give me more."

Theo switched to second and third gear, bracing himself for Mako to go ham on his throat. Instead Mako froze, quivering. Theo kept sucking with random `gear switching' for a bit, then pulled way. Mako was crying.

"Dude," Ace said. "Are you okay? That goes for both of you."

"My jaw's getting a little raw."

"How..." Mako said. "How do I keep you going? Money?"

Theo hated seeing Mako like this. It wasn't even fun. It felt like torture – a kind Theo wasn't into. But maybe there was a way out.

"Fuck me?" Theo said as a new song started and the lights shifted.

Mako tossed him around and pulled Theo's pants away with enough force to rip something. He pushed Theo's chest onto a navel-high box.

Ace was jerking off where he sat, grinning.

Mako reached around Theo. "Here. You guys like that, right?"

It was a bottle of Rush. Theo took the tiny flask with a chuckle. "Don't seem to need it but it's the thought that counts."

Mako entered him and Theo's ass accommodated as much as usual, letting his walls burn just a bit while the average girth rubbed him raw.

The bottom let his power rise and fall in waves, from the estimated 30% to spikes of max power. It was as easy as tightening his grip. Mako grabbed the bottom's hips and Theo put one leg up on the box to allow for deeper access.

Theo took a whiff of Rush, and held his breath, swimming in the brief sensation. His ass did its own thing, Mako's sobbing letting the bottom guess what gear he was on. More sniffs, more thrusts, more pleasure.

It was a desperate but surprisingly rhythmic fuck. Maybe the music helped. The dance floor was visible through the slits. Despite getting his ass wrecked by a beautiful Asian, Theo instinctively looked for Keith.

It was hard to spot individuals in the crowd. He put the Rush bottle aside and focused. Maybe if he spotted pure white...

Instead, his eyes found the white haired boyish guy again. Cain Ho. He was looking right at the sectioned off area. Shit, did he know? Was he bound to a sprite of Seeing Who Was Fucking A Floor Above You? Theo had never summoned near the guy.

Cain looked away and blended into the crowd again.

Theo looked around. Ace was slowly edging himself, now with his panties and fishnets discarded, the feet bare.

Theo twisted. Mako had a permanent expression like a kid on Christmas morning. Except when the bottom worked his full power and turned Mako insane, his face contorted in shock and rage as his fuck-rhythm got frantic.

"Hey Ace, how long have we been going?" Theo had trouble speaking with how much his body got shaken.

The chaperone looked at his phone. "Ten minutes, give or take."

"Can you tell me in another ten. So we can check on Mako."

"Sure," Ace said and slipped off his box. "Can I cum on your face? Not going to touch you."

"Is that what you're into?"

Ace grinned. "I used permanent shifting to shoot farther. It was tricky to figure out."

"Every Primal is dick-obsessed," Theo said. "You're no better than Fulin."

Ace stood before him, dick leveled at Theo's face from a foot away. It was a nice dick. A little bigger than average – probably also perma-shifted. Theo suspected every Primal man did that a little bit.

"Okay," Ace said with a heavy breath. "I'll set a timer and try lasting ten minutes more. But you guys are hot to watch."

###

Theo barely had time to register the ringing sound over the music when Ace grunted and a cumshot exploded into Theo's face with rather little spread for a one foot distance.

Droplets everywhere on his face and probably in his hair, too, Theo slightly regretted allowing Ace to indulge his facial fetish, but a bigger part of Theo was nearly pushed to the edge of orgasm by the violation.

He reeled in his power to first gear and tried to rise from the box he leaned on. "Mako. Mako, get out of my ass for a second."

The top stared in disorientation, trembling, then caught himself. "Is it... over? No, come on, let me-"

Mako's hair was messy but he was otherwise pristine. Being immune to temperature meant the Forgedancer never sweated – other than the lightly glistening Theo.

"Just checking in," Theo said. "We've been going twenty minutes. I'd like to make you cum now, if that's all right?"

Mako grinned and spread his arms, looking at his own wetly bobbing erection. "Anything goes, buddy. What do I need to do?"

Theo climbed back onto the box, on his back this time, legs in the air. It wasn't the most comfortable but he wanted to see Mako when he cummed.

It took seconds for Theo to get hard as well and Mako kindly jerked him off while topping again.

The shaman gave his top low levels to keep him sane and present while finding the `teetering weight' inside the Primal. Mako was actually having fun and that was beautiful to see.

Theo's orgasm approached and he kicked up to third gear. Mako went too wild to keep jerking off his bottom so Theo took over. He slipped to max power and made sure they came at the same time.

A thick series of cum ropes splashed up Theo' abs while his ass got filled by an out-of-control cry-screaming Mako.

"Damn," Ace said and gave slow applause. "If you do this again, invite me. I'll chaperone any day."

Mako held his bottom in place by the legs, confusion briefly flashing across his serene face. "I love you."

"Uh..."

"Not romantically," Mako said, calmly. "But like my favorite video game, or my bed after a hard day. But way more. Or like a friend I guess."

"Not sure I'm flattered."

"Can I kiss you? Do you like kisses? I'll do it."

Theo wasn't sure but Mako leaned in, then hesitated and retreated by an inch. But he finally made up his mind and made out with his bottom, licking a lot of Ace's cum away.

"You..." Theo managed to say while Mako kissed down his neck. "You're drinking Ace right now."

"Well, I'm a little insane at the moment. Fucked up loopy. Let me have this."

Having the pristine Mako all over him, practically `making love' with a softening dick in the shaman's ass, right after a pretty good fuck, mussing with Mako's hair, stroking his tight muscles ... It felt amazing even on top of a hard box of audio equipment.

Ace tapped them. "We might want to clean up and get out. Just saying."