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Sometimes even demigods need to relax
“The feathery light touches of a lover never fail to shower their target in love.”
“They’re all gone now.”
Crosshair was slouching on the comfortable seat of their new home. The welcoming party over. somewhat delayed for sure. But there had been so much hassle in setting up the new home world of the clones and so finally having some down time to invite their closest friends and family for dinner to celebrate Crosshair and Mayday’s return.
“Good. That means I finally have you all to myself.”
Mayday had joined his partner on the sofa. Cuddled into each other. Something of a habit for the two ever since being reunited after their, well, ordeal on Mount Tantiss. Back in the old galaxy. But that was all behind them now. All of it, for all of them.
“Oh? I’m beginning to suspect it was your goal all along.” Crosshair chuckled softly. Something of a new thing for the sniper, the smiles, the laughter… ever since falling for Mayday. The other man having awoken something special inside of Crosshair it seemed. “Getting me, to yourself?”
“Maybe. But I would never admit it out loud.” And was a blatant lie, as Mayday always sought out the company of Crosshair’s. Always by his side. The two joined at the hip. Ever since… well, since Barton-4. Minus the time spent apart on the imperial base of course.
“Didn’t you just do that though.” Crosshair turned to look at his lover. “Admit it out loud?” The fake scowl in place, as Crosshair never had a scowled around Mayday, well, usually not. Unless he wanted something Mayday wasn’t prepared to given in to.
“Well, not exactly.” Mayday laughed out loud. His eyes on Crosshair’s, filled with the love he had for his Ice Vulture of a man.
“It’s what I heard. That you wanted me and only me…” Crosshair’s voice, lower than the usual lilt of his, matching his gaze with Mayday. “alone… naked… in bed.” His hand finding Mayday’s face, caressing it ever so softly with the tips of his fingers, caressing the long hairs of Mayday’s beard. “Or the chair… the sofa… maybe even the table?”
Their breathing heavy, the words certainly having an effect on the both. The implications of the suggestive words quite clear.
“Hm… now you just tempting me. Throwing in all kinds of scenarios to titillate my already heightened emotions.” Mayday finally managed to speak up. His voice coarse, low and seductive, with the heat rising on his skin everywhere Crosshair touched him with his fingers, his breath.
“Is it working.” Crosshair wasn’t really asking. The dilated pupils, the soft panting clear signs his words were indeed working.
“Of course it is!” Mayday was leaning into Crosshair, ready to claim his lips. “Now shut up and kiss me. It’s been way too long!”
Crosshair let out a mock gasp. “But I kissed you just a few hours ago. And in front of everyone! That should count for something.” Not like they were counting. And Crosshair certainly had changed from never showing his attachment, his love for someone in front of others, that much Mayday had to admit. Neither of them really able to keep their hands of each other no matter the venue.
“Well, I need more!” Yeah he really did. Mayday could not get enough of the smooches from his Force sensitive sniper of an Ice Vulture that much was for sure. But sometimes Crosshair’s attention was divided. “It’s not my fault you’re whom you are! A Force wielder, an Ice Vulture, a god? Force knows what else we’re going to figure out about you! And they all come to you for whatever.” It wasn’t accusatory though, but Mayday really wanted to keep Crosshair all to himself. Well, when he could of course.
“Well, it’s good to be the God.” Crosshair let out a soft chuckle.
“Demigod.”
“Whatever!”
“I can tell you love this. Your newly found position.”
“Hmm… well then, can you also tell this God wants to kiss you. Badly. Like right now.”
“Demigod.”
“Got you the first time!”
“And?”
“I can.”
“And? So? Need the kiss. Right now!”
“Aren’t we demanding and impatient.” Mayday had a wide grin on his face.
“Glad you are using the royal we in this context. As my husband you could be part of the Godhood too you know.”
“Godhood? Aren’t you mixing your metaphors?”
“So? I’m a God. And, as the God I’m allowed to use words I make up.” Crosshair laughed softly.
“Guess that is true.” Mayday yielded, the gentle banter between them always fun.
“Still waiting here.”
Crosshair moved impossibly close to Mayday. Close enough for the two of them to breathe the same air.
“Kiss me.”
“Is that an order?”
“Technically we are the same rank.”
“We don’t use ranks here any more.”
“But I am still the God. So, do you want to be one too?”
“Maybe. Later. Right now, there is something else I want to do to my… um God.”
The God/Demigod/Ice Vulture/Crosshair (so many titles) laughed out loud.
Kissing his partner to end the rather gotten carried away conversation.
The passion, the heat, the hunger… all of it growing each time to such heights neither of them had even been able to imagine. Crosshair and Mayday perfect together.
Ever since their emancipation, coming to this realm, the Beyond… The two lovers having been inseparable. It was all still new for them. But neither of them doubted it would simmer down any time soon.
Mayday and Crosshair were made for each other. That much had been clear since the very beginning. When the two had first set eyes on each other. Back on the cold world of the Outpost on Barton-4.
The kissing soon grew more hungry. The hunger transforming into a burning fire deep within the two lovers. Consuming them both.
Crosshair flapped his wings. The expanse of them wide enough to cocoon them both inside of a cuddle hide. Enveloping the two lovers, partners in life into the safety of the feathery warmth. Mayday and Crosshair becoming one.