Gay Dads AU
They met on a Sunday, with a light rain shower spattering the gray streets, and the sun a distant memory. Kayen wore an Armani suit. The stranger wore a nicer Armani suit, and for some reason, this upset the Fae. It only made sense to follow the other fellow through the foot traffic of the cool winter evening, Kayen ignoring the impending downpour as if it weren't expected. Rather, it didn't particularly bother him. By the time the pair arrived at their destination (which was the stranger's destination foremost), all the street lamps had been switched on, accompanied by strings of lights remaining from New Year's festivities. The pub door swung open to swallow the stranger, though as he vanished, it was with Kayen damn near on his heels, lured by a foreign scent of blood and expensive cologne. It was dim, the music mellow and forgettable, with various patrons seated at tables and at the rustic bar counter. Not the kind of place Kayen felt comfortable visiting, but when compelled, there was no arguing with the urge seeded deep in his stomach. That strange clawing, like the agitated scraping of a caged beast looking for an escape; he swallowed while coasting through the collective of bodies. The stranger was at ease, a smile natural on handsome features, his presence heavy in the smokey room so eyes sought his form where he stood just beyond the reach of the bar. It was then, in that basking presence, that Kayen considered what he was doing. Who, in his curiosity, he tailed through the city for the better part of an hour with no ulterior motive than to inquire about tailor services. After all, he was jealous of his suit. It was unlike the Elder Fae to stalk his prey, but with newfound freedom, there had been several noteworthy changes to the raven haired patriarch. For one, his trysts with Ki had slowly decreased over the past several months. At this point, he summoned her out of a deranged sense of obligation to his creation, and she would come because it was all she knew. Without his love, where else was she to turn? Still, with every passing day, Kayen knew his inclinations were not what they used to be. From a healthy lust for women of the Fae variety, he had mingled more with other beings in the past year than he might once have done, and now in the dim atmosphere of the pub, Kayen made honest consideration of his wardrobe rival. The thought earned a snicker low in his throat before he mustered the energy to take a place squarely between the stranger and the next patron. "Your suit," he began nonchalantly with his icy blue orbs dancing over the shelves of liquor lining the shelves behind the counter, "is custom made, isn't it?" The stranger, with a glass in hand, swirled his wrist to clink the ice merrily against the walls of the vessel. "Of course." "Which means you have Armani connections." Kayen didn't ask this time, instead choosing to wrack his brain over what his next line of questioning would be. "How much did it run you?" "About as much as you might think." The stranger was still at ease when he swiveled to position his hip against the counter, his weight leaning heavily against the wood while equally blue oculars dragged the length of the Fae's straight postured stance, steadily moving upward from Kayen's immaculate loafers to his slightly less immaculate chin. They remained there as a silence washed over the duo, near palpable as if the air threatened to suffocate their surroundings if either so much as flinched. It was in a motion that caught the Fae off guard that the stranger brought his free hand up to Kayen's scruffy jawline with a few judgemental tuts under his breath. Cupping the portrait between firm digits, the stranger wrenched Kayen's face side to side without waiting to see how the Fae might respond, though in his surprise, Kayen didn't choose to put up a struggle. "I saw you back in Brighton, buddy. You know, when you were hawking me from half a block away." Chuckling, the stranger had yet to release Kayen from his hold, still examining his appearance with a scrutiny that sent chills through the obscenely tall Fae. In all his years, no man had been so touchy with him, and if they had, he may not have have been so receptive as he was with his current muse. "You're in need of a shave." A shave? Kayen's tricolored hues widened only to narrow suspiciously as he was released, his partner in conversation looking elsewhere while sipping his scotch. "Is that how you greet stalkers? Or are you used to being stalked?" Kayen, without an ounce of an issue to argue regarding the truth behind his following habits, preferred to turn their chat back to suits. "I just wanted to know who your tailor is. Armani employed or someone good enough to make a knock-off. You have it all wrong, champ-" Scoffing to emphasize his statement, Kayen not only failed to convince the stranger, but also to convince himself with his excuse. "Yeah? My suit? You can have it. Come back to my apartment, I'll pass it off to you, and we can part ways." Chuckling, the stranger found this infinitely more amusing than Kayen as he went on with, "because if it's honestly just the suit, fuck it, right? Take the suit. Hell, you want my tie as well? How about my shoes? My boxers?" Dropping his voice several octaves, the stranger leaned in with a knowing look donning his chiseled features to ask quietly, "How about my cock? You want that, too?" Now, Kayen wasn't the sort of man to pass incredulous judgment on someone he just met, but this fellow was beyond his range of manipulation and nothing said could be taken seriously. He couldn't read what might have been the cause for the sudden offer, but from what he knew of mortal men, they were rather forthcoming with their sexual prowess. It almost struck a cord with the Elder Fae, his face wearing a passive smile before his tongue ran quickly across his lips. "Careful what you offer, or you might end up regretting it." If this was a game of chicken, Kayen wasn't about to back down to some asshole in a nice suit. Honestly, he had fucked some unsettling beasts during his stay in the Dreaming. A stranger in Armani wasn't a deal breaker. Cackling, the stranger covered his face with his palm to stifle his laughter, drawing minor glances from the other patrons in their midst. "Oh, fuck! Listen to you, practically begging for it! Shit, let's go, bud-" Releasing his lips in favor of a sharp inhale of air, a fist full of dollars were distributed to the countertop before Kayen's forearm was grasped tightly by the other male. "C'mon, you want the suit, so let's get out of here and talk in private." Private. For whatever reason, Kayen felt a rush of excitement instead of cautioning as he was led in tandem with the stranger, their well-dressed duo exiting the pub without so much as a second look toward the curious onlookers. --- The stranger, Zeno Ralin as Kayen was informed, lived in an apartment in the business district of Brighton. The building might have passed for a tower if not for the modern conveniences adorning the chrome shaded plating. Architecture was a passing fancy for the Fae, a given with how much time he spent trapped with only his crafting skills permitted, but he was doing his best to ignore urges to question the structure. His silence seemed preferable to Zeno, who never stopped talking, explaining various business ventures he was overseeing in the current quarter as well as his business dealings with an overseas buyer concerning NASDAQ forerunners. To an old school dictator such as Kayen, he might as well have been rambling about geology or astronomy or some other subject the Vereaux patriarch had zero investment in. It was Zeno he was scrutinizing with private peeks out of the corner of his eye, wondering just when their unplanned rendezvous would turn south. There were still those in his clan who didn't appreciate the somewhat hostile takeover of the clan, and Kayen wasn't fool enough to assume there wouldn't be attempts made against his life. The spark of rebellion was a finicky bitch that knew no end once started, but as Ki assured him during their meetings, she was keeping a careful watch on any suspicious activity that might pose a serious threat. That and Kayen's watcher, Ozmond, who had yet to fail his charge since their hasty first meeting. Ozmond admitted he hated Kayen, but with that out of the way, he would do his utmost best to ensure no harm come to the reigning patriarch. If nothing else, there was a business relationship between the anointed men, and they left it as simple as that. Extravagant was a polite way of saying that Zeno's sense of decorating was an unnerving waste of funds, but as Zeno had assured Kayen several times during their stroll, he could afford to be extravagant with his expenses. It wasn't that the Fae didn't appreciate the hallway feeding into the massive apartment, but to be surrounded by original DaVinci, Monet and Goya pieces wasn't what he had expected to be greeted with. His loft was sparsely furnished with minimum signs of inhabitation and little to no interior decorating. He kept it that way so there was never a sense of attachment, and beyond that, because he infrequently stayed by himself. Either he was at The Sleeping Hunter or he was elsewhere with his children, looming over their personal affairs while relearning what the fleshlands was meant to be used far. In his freed state, it was difficult to recall just whether his motives were meant to placed. If he wasn't terrorizing Lucky and her brood, what was he meant to be doing? This question was answered by the company of Zeno to some degree; an evening of respite from the mundane. Fists stuffed into his pockets, he waited in the living room of couches, so many that he doubted there had been enough asses in the high rise to fill all of them at once. The concept of a party was one Kayen rarely lingered on, but with the spread of Zeno's furniture choices, he wondered if that was how the other male spent his free weekends. It was a Sunday, then, which meant the work week would be upon them in a matter of hours. Unpocketing one of his hands, Kayen checked his watch absently before directing his illuminated orbs to where Zeno waited in an adjoining doorway. "Are you waiting for an invitation to follow? Really? After an hour of skulking behind me, now you want to be formal?" "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" Kayen asked, a bit startled by how forward Zeno was, even after the very long chat they had had on the way over. "To fuck you?" There he was, back to laughing it up in response to Kayen's inquiry, but the Fae didn't take offense to it. If anything, he resisted the urge to shrug broad shoulders in an unperturbed fashion. "Well, I thought I was being a gentleman not just dragging you into a dirty alley because if you were anyone else, that's exactly what I would have done." Zeno slicked back his dark hair before turning the attention of his fingers to his cuff links. "Look, you don't get a welcome mat for being fucked, Mr. Royalty. What you get is five seconds to trot your happy ass into my bedroom." "And what if I say no?" Amused, Kayen smirked and raised one eyebrow in question. "Then what?" "Four." "Seriously? A countdown? Do I look like a child to you?" "Three." It was in this moment that Kayen realized he was about to be fucked by a man he barely knew. Actually, there was no barely about it. He didn't know Zeno. Yet, even in this strange several seconds of clarity, the Fae made several steps forward to where Zeno kept the door open with his rear, his smirk remaining plastered over his scruff accentuated lips. "This your usual spiel?" "Two." "You're lucky I haven't got anything going on tonight, champ." With a deep sigh, Kayen sidled past Zeno with another misleading shrug, only to have his ass groped rather roughly by the shorter male. Without flinching, his tongue ran over the front of his incisors while his lips remained closed, ushering forth no more than a minute exhale. He was taking his sweet time moving to the bed area, but Zeno wasted no more than a bat of his lashes in closing the door with a gentle click. "Real lucky." "You might have liked what I had in store for you if I reached one." Skirting the wall as he slipped off his jacket, the article was hung neatly on a hook before the cufflinks from earlier were slipped into the breast pocket. "Depends on what you're into, really. Sometimes, I catch some real freaks when I'm scoping the city. You'd be surprised. Hell, remind me later, and I'll tell you about this one bitch I fucked downtown." With a characteristic laugh, Zeno raised a hand to gesture for Kayen to turn around. "Hurry up and get undressed." "Sounds like you're used to being the boss." Was this how it worked? Kayen had zero experience with men, and while he had always taken a dominant role in his own sexual escapades, the idea of doing so with another man was starting to seem impossible. At least, impossible with the overly charismatic enigma known as Zeno Ralin. Smoothly, he undid the buttons of his dress shirt to slide out of both shirt and jacket at once, carelessly setting them in a pile at the foot of the bed. Where Zeno may have felt compelled to keep his apartment clean, Kayen felt no such need, knowing full well he would rather have the clothing close by for a speedy exit. "What if I hadn't been interested in being fucked?" "I'd have fucked you anyway, your majesty," Zeno teased, and Kayen secretly wished he hadn't explained that part to the other fellow since it had become an easy jab to his stature. "And while you might have struggled initially, let's face it. You want to be fucked-" "Quit acting like you're the only person in this goddamn city with holes, alright?" With a sneer, Kayen turned around and pointed accusingly to the nude male opposite him. Apparently, Zeno has been stripping through his accusations, leaving his countenance available for Kayen's eager hues to study in detail. Unsurprisingly, the Fae continued stripping as well, down to his boxers as he noted aloud, "My guess is you're the one aching to fuck me. Admit it, you wanna fuck Fae royalty- you aren't fooling anyone!" As if the exemplify the statement, Zeno's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and with a small lift, he wagged his engorged member in Kayen's direction. "Sure. I admit it. I wanna fuck Fae royalty. Now, get on your royal knees, bitch." Admittedly, Kayen's cock twitched eagerly at the order. Had he ever been bossed around before? Not outside of instances attempted by those in his clan, and certainly not sexually, save for the times his victims had fought his advances. A chorus of 'no' and 'stop' hardly counted in Kayen's eyes. Hitching the elastic of his boxers, the Fae shrugged off the last article of his clothing to add to the messy pile and then approached Zeno with an almost questioning narrowing of his eerily lit eyes. Zeno didn't budge from his spot by the row of hooks, not even when Kayen towered over him just long enough to reply casually, "Bitch? That's new." Unceremoniously, Kayen sunk to his knees, one large hand hooking around Zeno's waistline to pull him closer. The other shifted to take over stroking the other man's cock, his grasp firm while his lips hovered close enough to part against the head of Zeno's erection. It wasn't because it was a man that Kayen hesitated, but because he had never been in this sort of situation before. All those precious Fae bodies beneath his, delicate and female, their limbs thin and their touch light and airy. It was like fucking a pillow if the pillow screamed and thrashed weakly beneath him. This didn't seem quite so delicate in comparison, but instead a body of tendon and muscle, flesh spread taut over the outline of captured ligature. It brought a tint to Kayen's cheeks as the heat rose to his face, and slowly, his mouth opened so his tongue could explore bulbous crown of Zeno's member. Hands moved to the back of his head as Zeno hissed quietly, "Wider, bitch- You're taking it all." Just like that, Kayen gagged as the back of his throat was met with the tip, thrusting hips silencing any complaints the Fae might have wished to make due to the treatment. In retrospect, Kayen hadn't thought about just what sort of nonsense he was getting himself into, but after committing in such an intimate way, he didn't know if backing out was an actual option. Besides, the throbbing between his legs was indication enough he enjoyed the harsh jabs even while he choked with the motions of his partner's hips. Sealing his lips around the other male's girth, he sucked roughly from base to end, his tongue arching wildly along the salted skin he cleaned with each dutiful undulation of cheeks and throat compressing tightly around Zeno. Of course, Zeno was pleased enough to utter short reassurances of enjoyment between his groans of longing. "Fucking Fae sluts... Good boy..." This went on long enough for the stickiness of precum to meet Kayen exploring tongue, but Zeno paused him by yanking back his head with a handful of his ebony hair. "W-what?" The Fae managed to ask, his breathlessness exhibited with the short pants escaping his slack lips. "Get on the bed." Darting his eyes around, the Vereaux rose to his full height and strode to the mattress, but before he could settle himself, Zeno had him face down in undoubtedly expensive linens. "Hey!" Kayen proclaimed angrily, struggling slightly against the hold he was kept in, though again he found his throbbing sex as a sure sign of compliance to the ordeal. Easing with the release of a short murmur of breath, Zeno had arranged him so his ass was in the air and his thighs were spread widely, and Kayen assumed this meant the obvious. So, bracing himself, he waited tensely until suddenly a wet, warm sensation against his puckered hole sent a shiver up his spine. It continued, moistening the area as Zeno shamelessly licked the orifice until coaxing it open. Probing Kayen's tight hole, the pink muscle slickly dove inward to slather the Fae's insides in a thick lubrication of saliva, a trail of which lingered even when Zeno pulled back with a purr of affection. "Have to loosen you up, you know. Better for you this way." Zeno rose onto his knees and spread Kayen's cheeks to glance down and admire his handiwork. "Look at you, breathing heavy into the pillows... Don't worry. I'll give you what you really want." Unabashed bu his actions, the shorter of the pair aligned his hips so the crown of his cock poked teasingly against the still spasming set of muscles to Kayen's hole, and ever so gently, the first thrust was made. The Fae snapped his eyes shut in retaliation, his teeth gritting to block the attempts his throat made at releasing pained sounds if only to save face in front of Zeno. "Don't worry, Princess, you can scream if you want to." Princess. Kayen gasped sharply as Zeno pushed forward in a rush of his hips, flesh slapping flesh with enough force to make the Fae's legs quake. At some point, he had grabbed hold of the sheets, ripping at them with his fingers in response to the roughness. Not to be confused with unpleasantness, Kayen realized how vulnerable he had been made, penetrated by a practical stranger while the pair were in Zeno's apartment. Even with the other male submerged to his base in his tight confines, his thoughts couldn't help straying to why this happened. How did he end up taking Zeno's cock in his ass? As if reading his thoughts, Zeno pulled away to issue another thrust, stating in time with his pace, "Destiny. Fate. This. Is. Preordained." Kayen didn't know if he believed his partner, but he wasn't in a position to argue, and both knew that. Zeno had wrapped his arm around his figure to splay his fingers against Kayen's shaft, letting them clumsily explore the thickness of the larger man's manhood before rubbing his thumb against the swollen pulse of Kayen's precum drenched tip. "How exciting... Do you know how much you enjoy getting fucked?" Fingers sticky with fluids, they were brought to Kayen's lips to be smeared hastily before retreating back to the Fae's cock. "Taste that and tell me this wasn't meant to be. Go ahead, try-" But he didn't wait for the answer, still keeping his steady pace as he drove every inch into the smothering series of ringed muscles hugging his girth. Kayen licked his lips out of habit, panting, well aware of Zeno's stroking when it started as a slow fumbling between his prone thighs. As the pace increased, so too did the speed of the strokes, earning breathy moans from the Fae in time with the adorations. With his palm covered in precum, Zeno tightened his grip to jerk Kayen off, feeling his resolve melt with each twitch of the veiny circumference in his hand. He worked faster, rougher, to cause the bottom of the pair to cry out in a mixture of pain and elation of both danced dangerously close to their climaxes. In the end, Kayen came first, overwhelmed by the digits hugging his length as well as Zeno's cock stuffing his virgin asshole with the vigorous pounding of wanton need. Every molecule of his being was confused when he came, the load of hot seed lacing the sheets with a pearlescent drizzle. His back tightened in response, his ass strangling Zeno's engorged sex until he too was met with a loss of control, his rocking hips spasming as a hot load filled his Fae counterpart through his assault. What became of the two was a messy pile of tangled limbs in the middle of the bed, Zeno's still rigid cock buried deep in the captive Fae while he commented mockingly, "Yeah, you fucking loved it, you slut." "Eh..." Kayen whispered under his breath, his lids heavy and his body aching in places it had never ached before, "It was alright." "Keep it up, and you're gonna end up hurting by the time I'm done with you." Really, Kayen didn't think that sounded all that bad.
