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1. Fairy Compacts #1: The Dangers of Fairy Compacts
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His eyes snapped open, and he shouted, "Get it off!" He hopped to his knees and wrestled with the infernal thing for a few seconds before he realized where he was and what had happened.
Tammas jumped onto the bed and disentangled him from what turned out to be a blanket. Aeron mustered as much dignity as he could, stifling a sigh of relief. When he finished, Tammas placed a calming hand against his back. "I'm sorry. You were shivering last night, so I thought--thought a blanket would help. You, um..." He cleared his throat. "You should probably wear some of my clothes."
Aeron glanced down at his chest, his legs folded beneath him, the small scrap of his garment, meant simply to "protect the dangly parts", as Awela was fond of saying. Tammas wore no shirt just then, and his torso was littered with patches of hair--not like fur, but thin and silky-looking. There was a particularly interesting trail of it that began at his navel and disappeared into his overprotective breeches.
When Aeron looked up, Tammas's face was bright red. The man turned, sat at the edge of the bed, and leaned over with his elbows on his thighs.
Aeron snorted. His throat felt dry and raw, and his mouth still tasted like sick. "You look ridiculous in all those clothes. I only look like myself."
"To be sure." There was a small laugh in Tammas's voice. "But you can't go out like that."
"You will--" He paused. After listening to Tammas for a while, he knew he wasn't doing that right. "You'll allow me to go out with you?"
He sat straighter and looked over his shoulder. "Allow you? Could I stop you, now I've destroyed the wards?"
"You have no others?" Aeron felt foolish again. He wondered if the story from last night was the truth; maybe Tammas really hadn't bound him. Maybe the summoning was an accident.
Maybe he really was going mad.
"Oh, uh, no more. Promise." Tammas stood and stretched. His back was less hairy, the skin smooth and golden-brown. Long lines of muscle sank prettily into the V at the small of his back.
Maybe he should dress more like Aeron, instead. Idiot.
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"I'm yours, so you take care of me." Aeron disentangled one arm from around Tam and pushed that hand under his shirt. He growled impatiently and tugged upward.
Tam parted from him for just long enough to pull it off. Now they came together skin-against-skin; they sighed, and Tam's eyes burned. Together. This is something we still feel together. This is something no one can take from us. He bit down on his lip to keep the desperation from spilling over and simply said, "Yes."
"And you're mine, so I take care of you." Aeron's fingers threaded through the hair on his chest, that same curiosity and appreciation that had been there moons ago, unfaded by familiarity. "I want what you want. And this arrangement could get us what we want."
Tam rested his forehead against Aeron's, slipping two fingers beneath the gather at Aeron's waist, into the split of his ass. He kept his voice low, even lower than it had been. "Is it truly dangerous?"
Aeron said, the sound of a smile in his voice, "I'll manage."
"We."
"What?"
"You're not going into this with just him for help."
Aeron laughed and squeezed his fingers together, catching Tam's chest hair between them. He rocked his hips so his growing erection rubbed at Tam's, eliciting a gasp. Aeron asked, "Are you jealous?"
"Maybe, but that's not why I'm coming." Tam chuckled. "Are you jealous?"
"Yes." Aeron's fingers raked over Tam's chest again, found their way to his nipples and pinched. "Why shouldn't I be? You're mine. You just admitted it."
Tam's cock twitched, and his knees weakened. He pushed both hands downward, cupping Aeron's tight, round little backside. There was a damp patch on the back of his shorts; he must've washed up before coming inside. Tam grinned and kissed at his neck.
Aeron's wings fluttered. The tie at Tam's waist caught between them, held fast between their hips. There was no room for anything but the moment. That recently hollowed place in Tam's mind didn't echo, pathetic and lonely. He even forgot what they'd been discussing, though he still had some idea it had been important. He tilted his head and kissed Aeron, still holding his ass tight, pulling him into his own body.
"Naked," Aeron said--gasped, really, perhaps a little too loud.
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