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A year to the day had passed since Eizen had freed him from his curse; a year of celibacy and rediscovering who he was and what it meant to be alive. Now he climbed the mountain in the Aldina plains to give Theodora a final goodbye, never expecting him to be there, yet he was.
Eizen stood alone atop the mountain, the rain soaking him to the bone, yet making no effort to find shelter, and Zaveid stopped short.
"Are you here to fight me?" Eizen never even looked at him.
"No; I promised that I won't kill you as long as you know yourself and aren't a dragon. I'm here to say goodbye and move on with my life." Zaveid, who normally paid little attention to men, could not tear his eyes from Eizen. "You must be cold, maybe you should take that jacket off? It must be soaked and heavy." Why had he said that?
"I thought you like women?"
"Of course I like the ladies."
"Then, why do you sound like you're flirting with me?"
"I don't know." Eizen was looking at him now, and for the first time Zaveid noticed just how blue his eyes were.
The jacket was half off before Zaveid noticed Eizen had moved, his expression cautious, as though ready to stop if Zaveid changed his mind, but he didn't stop there; his vest and shirt followed to lie in the mud at Eizen's feet, his skin now bared to the rain from the waist up.
His eyes followed a bead of water slide down pale skin, from shoulder to waistband, then he forced himself to look away. "Do you want to see more?"
"No! You're a guy; I don't do guys!" Zaveid spoke too fast, and his cheeks were too red.
"Then why can't you look at me without blushing? I'm only shirtless; you see more skin at the beach than I am showing now."
"Why are you here?"
"I was waiting for you; I knew you wouldn't forget what today is, so I wanted to be easy to find if you decided you want revenge after all."
"No, you were right, that wasn't living, for me, or for her. She hated what she became, I know that now."
"Then, do you want me to leave you alone?"
"No, stay." He forced himself to look at Eizen, at the broad shoulders and muscular chest that gave no lie to him being all male, and something low in his belly tightened. "I…"
"I'm your exception, aren't I?"
"My what?"
"They say that everyone has that one person who is in no way their type who just does it for them anyway. Maybe they like brunettes and fall for a blonde. Or like women and fall for a man. Nothing can explain it, and you can't replicate those feelings with anyone else, it just is with that person. I never thought I'd be your exception though."
"So what if you are, unless I'm also…"
"I like men."
"O-oh, I didn't know that, you're nothing like any of the other gay men I've met. Or do you mean you're bi and like women as well?"
"I'm gay, I just prefer not to broadcast that fact." Eizen stepped closer, and Zaveid found himself fighting the urge to step in closer, instead of away.
A hand was on the small of his back and his breath caught in his throat as another hand cupped his chin, raising his head. "Last chance to say no and be able to truthfully claim to have never done a man before I kiss you."
"Why do you want to kiss me?" Zaveid's eyes were lowered, though he was otherwise frozen in Eizen's embrace.
"Because you're my type, but also because I think I'm part of what you need to overcome to move on. I'd come here thinking you needed a final, cleansing bout with me, but that's not it at all, is it?"
"Then, kiss me." Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined saying those words to a man, and yet they felt so right to say here and now to Eizen.
Eizen's kiss was rough, exactly how he would have imagined the pirate malak's kisses would be, if he had ever imagined how he'd kiss, which he never had.
"Wait. What… how does sex work between men?"
"Anally, at the most intimate. If we go that far, I'll do the receiving; I've done it before. I prefer being on the giving end, usually, but I can make an exception for you."
"What else?"
"Other than anal, gay and straight sex aren't so different; the blow jobs and hand jobs are just two-way instead of one-way, and we can cross swords, which isn't possible with a woman."
"I see. The man you received for, was it Aifread?"
"No, I was never sexually involved with him. He was more like a brother to me." Zaveid thought that was going to be all he got, but Eizen surprised him. "I had a friend when I was small, before my sister was even born, and we taught one another about the joys of sex. I thought that he was the one, but he was just using me for practice until he found a girlfriend. Him leaving scarred me deeply, and only finding Edna allowed me to heal and try again, though I never again offered my ass to any man I would be with for longer than a night."
"You think this will be a one night stand?"
"I know it will; you will never allow yourself to love a man for longer. Or allow yourself to commit to one."
"Well, I can't argue there." His hand traced over Eizen's abs and he felt the other man shiver, which emboldened him to lick rainwater from Eizen's neck. "Don't be gentle with me."
"Do you mean that you want me rough, or that you want me to hurt you?"
"Rough, with an edge of pain."
"Understood.
Zaveid shivered as nimble fingers undid the clasps for his jacket and he allowed it to drop into the mud. "We are going to get so messy fucking in the mud."
"I'm an earth malak; mud doesn't bother me in the least. And you can use your wind affinity to clean up afterwards, can't you?"
"I can, yeah." He sighed, his eyes closing, as Eizen cupped him through his pants.
"You're already hard."
"I've been hard ever since you removed your shirt." He lied; he had been hard since he had first spotted Eizen standing in the rain, he just wasn't about to admit that. "I don't usually go for the male physique, but you have an amazing body."
"So do you." Eizen's eyes went unfocused, and he moaned softly as Zaveid cupped him back.
"I never thought I'd be touching another man this way. I… I like it. Can I…” His hand trailed north to run along Eizen’s belt buckle.
“Yes. No, wait, first can you remove your holsters? I don’t want Siegfried to get damaged because I was hasty.”
“Right, gotcha.” He quickly unbuckled the twin holsters and laid them down on top of his jacket so they wouldn’t get muddy. Then he wasted no more time in getting Eizen’s pants open, and sliding a hand inside. But even that wasn't enough and he dropped to his knees as he freed the pirate from his pants, eagerly licking up and down the side before taking the head into his mouth.
"For a straight man, you sure seem eager to suck me off. I thought you'd barely even want to touch me there."
Zaveid rolled his eyes up at Eizen then back down; he wanted to tell him to fuck off, and yet he was right, so he kept going.
"Ugh, stop, I'm gonna fall on you if you keep going." Zaveid could feel Eizen's legs tremble with the effort of staying on his feet.
"Then lie down." The second Eizen was lying on his back, he pulled his pants off of him, and contemplated the now completely naked man lying on wet and muddy grass before him. "So uh, for anal, do you need any preparation done?"
"Yes. There's lube in my jacket, in an inside pocket."
"Got it. How many fingers?"
"Depends on how thick you are. Can I see you?"
“Thought you’d never ask! Feast your eyes on the glory that is Zaveid the Whirlwind!” He opened his pants with a flourish and let himself fall out into Eizen’s line of sight.
Eizen let out a soft whistle. “Not many guys get one that big; you’d better do four fingers. Honestly, if you had just told me I would have accused you of exaggerating for attention, but wow.”
“And your reaction just threw any doubts I may have had regarding you being gay out the window; no one can look at a man this way and not be enjoying what they are seeing down to their very core.”
Eizen opened his mouth to comment that Zaveid was looking at him that same way, then closed it again. Even if Zaveid did like men, he wouldn’t want to hear it, and after they’d parted ways, would return to denying that part of himself. Nothing he could say or do would make Zaveid reassess his sexuality, or that he might like some men just as much as he likes women.
Seconds later Zaveid had slipped the first finger inside him and the thought was driven right out of his mind. “Ah!”
“Did that hurt?”
“A little; been a couple centuries since I’ve done this. But keep going; there's a spot deeper inside that makes me see stars when hit right.”
“Here?”
“Nope.”
“Then here?”
“Not even close?”
“I got it! Here, right?”
“YES!” Eizen’s back bowed with pleasure as he screamed, and barely noticed the next finger being inserted as the spot was rubbed and prodded with a strange level of expertise for a man who had never been with a man before. But he was unable to dwell on anything as the pleasure turned his mind blank, and he floated in the only way he could.
He never even noticed the remaining fingers, or Zaveid using both hands to pull him open as wide as he could. “Shit, Eizen, I think I could get my entire hand in here!”
“Maybe next time.” He grinned as the fingers were removed. “Fisting is fun when done properly, but it’s not for everyone.”
“Tonight I’ll just spear you with this.” He slicked himself up, loving the way Eizen was watching him before lying back and holding his legs up and apart; something he’d seen women and a few effeminate rent boys do, but never a man as large and muscular as Eizen was. That alone made the sight oddly arousing as he lined himself up and thrust inside.
Eizen closed around him, tight and hot, and for a long moment after bottoming out he could not move. The heat and tightness were just too much, and he let his head fall forward onto Eizen’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
“So tight. Is this normal with men?”
“Yes. Especially for men as endowed as you are.”
“Move when you’re ready; I’ll loosen up as you work in and out of me.”
Zaveid could only nod, and messily kiss Eizen’s mouth as he slowly began to move. Each thrust was a little easier; Eizen loosening around him helped a little, and the oil helped more; then nails dug into his back as the pirate clung to him urging him on; he could almost forget Eizen was a man then, this was the same as fucking a woman, except women usually weren’t this big and solid with muscle, and he could feel Eizen’s maleness with each inward thrust.
“I’m close.” A hand left his shoulders and slipped between them; he looked down then, partially to watch himself move in and out of Eizen, and partially to watch Eizen play with himself, and he was glad he was watching because without warning Eizen stilled and tightened around him once more as streak after streak of white covered his own chest and stomach.
“Damn, that’s a lot! You need a more regular lover.”
“I prefer to be alone, but I always manage to find a lover whenever I am in need of one.” He cupped Zaveid’s cheek and kissed him softly, tenderly on the lips; their only kiss that didn’t involve any tongue action.
Though Zaveid later denied it, claiming the tightness undid his control, he came with that kiss, pumping Eizen full of his own seed before pulling out and lying fully on top of the man for several minutes.
Then he stood up and began to get dressed again, using his wind to blow away the mud, sweat, and other fluids that covered himself and his clothes.
“Not going to stay?”
“No; we both know that if I stay any longer, I’ll do something I’ll really regret.”
“Does that mean you’ll regret being with me?”
Zaveid said nothing as he left, leaving Eizen naked in that mountain meadow where he had killed the dragon that had once been a woman named Theodora.
It was years before he saw Eizen again, and he never asked what he’d done after he had left; he hadn’t wanted to know, and at the same time, his biggest regret was not staying, and seeing if they could have been something more. But of course, he wasn’t gay, and so he denied that feeling as well, and as the years passed it faded away, leaving only the bittersweet memory of his sole taste of male flesh.
Zaveid backed out of the room, a hand over his eyes. “Sorry, sorry, I thought…”
“You thought what?!” Mikleo was bright red, and had the sheets pulled up to his chest, but when Zaveid had walked in on them moments before, Sorey had been on top of him. On top and moving against Mikleo as they kissed, though he could not tell if Sorey had been inside the water seraph or not.
“That you were just sleeping.” He closed the door.
“Why do you hate us so much?! So what if we’re in love when we’re both men; but of course a man like you could never love another man.”
“I did, once.”
If Mikleo had heard him he said nothing, and Edna, passing by on her way to the room she and Lailah were sharing with Rose paused.
“Eizen always regretted not knowing you better. Just so you know.”
He sighed; why hadn’t he been less stubborn? Why had he thrown what could have been with Eizen away?
But of course it was too late to change history.