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Occtis woke up with a pain in his back.
Never a good sign…
He sat up in bed, stretching his arms out as he yawned.
What did I do last night…? I remember going to the tavern with some of the old Torn Banner… They had a bunch of drinks… I had something apple flavored… He licked his lips, trying to member that flavor, instead his mouth felt dry and his jaw felt sore… Like he’d tried to eat something in one piece.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, stretching his back out and hearing a pop… It instantly felt a little better.
A breeze blew into the room, and he became aware of his lack of clothing, he must’ve gone to bed naked…
Which was unusual for Occtis, he usually needed at least some comfortable clothes and a blanket over him to sleep soundly… So why was he naked?
Pin jumped on the bed, wiggling his tail in excitement.
“Hey, did you have a good night?” Occtis asked as he looked around for his clothes…
He saw his pants and undershirt on the left side of his room, he looked towards the door on the right as Pin gave a pleased yip.
There was his waistcoat, his belt, Kattigan Vale, and his boots…
Wait…
There was Kattigan Vale, known member of the Torn Banner, a bounty hunter and mystery…
Laying naked on Occtis’ bedroom floor.
What did I do last night…?!
~~~
Azune and his old friends were getting drinks to celebrate Thjazi’s life.
Three former Torn Banner members and an anxious little necromancer following them.
Azune wanted to give him a chance, he remembered being young and surrounded by capable men and trying to act like them.
So, as the men took to the harder drinks, Azune suggested something light and fruity to the Tachonis. He remembered seeing Occtis’ reaction to the Yahrgraz at Thjazi’s wake. The boy was not built for something he, Teor and Kattigan could put away.
He’d caught glances at Occtis throughout the night…
At first, he was awkwardly looming in the corner, rarely blinking as he watched the men over his mug.
When the old friends began their third round, Occtis had decided to join them at the bar. He was still nursing his first mug, as far as Azune could tell.
As the night dragged on, Teor and Azune slipped off to the side of the tavern, asking Occtis to get Kattigan somewhere safe for the night as the ranger was already deep in his cups.
Azune explained some of the changes in Dol-Makjar to Teor, trying to help the nama make sense of the newer things in the city.
The last thing he saw as he and Teor stepped out of the tavern, was Occtis and Kattigan stumbling towards the exit. He assumed, Occtis being so thin, was stumbling because of Kattigan leaned on him.
He had no idea what happened next.
~~~
Occtis pulled his bedsheet over his bare body, fashioning a makeshift covering as he threw a pillow over Kattigan’s exposed genitals. He couldn’t help but stare at the bare flesh and had a feeling the ranger would find it funny when he awoke.
“Pin, what did I do?!” Asked the necromancer anxiously as he started to stand.
His legs nearly gave out.
White-hot breath against my neck, teeth skirting across my carotid as I feel a warmth build in my belly. His fingers deep inside me, I feel like I’ve been missing this far too long…
“Oh…” Occtis’ cheeks flared darker as he remembered a piece of the night.
Pin tilts his head in confusion.
“Please tell me that was a dream and there’s a perfectly reasonable option as to why Kattigan and I are naked in my bedroom?” He whispered to the fox.
Kattigan snorted in his sleep and Occtis let out a yelp.
Pin tilted his head to the other side, wagging his tail. His purple buttons seemed to answer, “What do you think?”
I remember the drink… Some sort of apple cider… It was delicious…
Almost as good as Kattigan’s lips on mine.
The young man shook his head, not sure where these memories were coming from but knowing he had to make an escape. He did not want to be here when a war hero woke up and explained what happened…
Shame welled in Occtis’ stomach… If he lost his virginity and couldn’t remember it… He’d be even more of an outcast to his peers.
When he finally tested his balance and eventually found his footing he stepped towards his dresser, selecting a white dress shirt and dark brown trousers for the day.
He grabbed a pair of undergarments from another drawer and shut it as quietly as possible.
As he pulled on the underwear, he glanced towards the wall where Kattigan was sleeping. There was a convenient space open where the ranger once was.
“Oh lord…” The necromancer whispered.
There was a barking laugh as Occtis turned to face it. Kattigan Vale was pulling on his trousers, his bare ass facing the younger man, “Going to repeat what ya said last night?”
Occtis felt his face darken harshly, “Y-You should go… Before my father sees…”
Kattigan tied the trousers as his waist then stepped closer, “Eh? Don’t want to finish what you started…?” He trailed off mysteriously, dark eyes shining as he looked at Occtis’ bare chest.
The wizard pulled his clothes to his chest, hiding his scars from the older man.
“Aw, come on. I saw plenty more last night…” He gave a toothy grin.
Occtis stammered, “I-I d-don’t remember! And you should g-go!”
A flash of emotion Occtis couldn’t recognize passed across the ranger’s face, “Oh… Alright then… I’ll be going then.”
The taller man picked up his vest and pulled on his boots, stepping towards the door as Occtis stared.
“We didn’t… Did we?” Occtis trembled slightly, hoping he was being clear enough.
Kattigan turned, “You were tipsy, pretty boy… We did a few things but nothing went too far…” He shrugged, “If ya worried about your virtue, ya still got it… Take it easy on the cider next time.”
Occtis stared, unblinking at the man, “O-Oh… I just… I remember, vaguely, your… Fingers.”
Another barking laugh, “Yeah, we tried that, but you got impatient…”
“So, we didn’t…?”
Kattigan stared him down, “I put my fingers in you, nothing further…”
Occtis panicked slightly, did that count? Had people seen Kattigan come in? How tipsy was he if he didn’t remember?
The taller man was suddenly very close, gently grabbing Occtis’ wrist, “Calm down…” He said lowly, calm as Occtis had ever heard him.
Taking a few deep breaths, Occtis began to relax.
“You good?”
“I-I think so…” Occtis sighed.
Kattigan leaned forward, pressing his lips to Occtis’ forehead, “If I realized how drunk you were, I wouldn’t have gone so far…”
Occtis paused, feeling his clit twitch slightly. An unfamiliar feeling for him…
Kattigan let go of his wrist and turned for the door once again…
“Wait…” Occtis found himself saying.
There was soft chuckle, “Think about it first, pretty boy… Besides, you’ll see me again.” He thumbed towards Pin, “He can probably find me if you’re really sure…”
The ranger left quietly and Occtis felt himself go weak in the knees.
“If I realized how drunk you were, I wouldn’t have gone so far…”
“We did a few things, but nothing went too far…”
“Going to repeat what ya said last night?”
Occtis replayed those words the rest of the day as he went about his daily routine.
~~~
That night, just one day after whatever happened with Kattigan, Occtis felt lonely.
He was used to being isolated.
Lonely in the middle of the night was new…
He pulled a pillow over his face, groaning into its softness.
Occtis tried something strange, he let his hand wander down to his underwear and absently rubbed his clit…
It didn’t feel right… Maybe he needed something inside?
He experimented with his fingers, different pressure and movements…
Nothing was matching the memory that was now becoming clearer.
Kattigan’s fingers in his pussy, pulsing in and out. Both feeling full and empty in rapid succession.
He eventually gave up, wiping his hand and looking towards Pin…
Should I…?
“Fuck it…” He whispered to himself; there was no way he was sleeping with the memories haunting him.
He had to find Kattigan…
~~~
Kattigan Vale stalked through the forest outside Dol-Makjar with Wulfric, idly talking to the wolf.
“I probably scared the kid half to death…” He mumbled, “He was so worried about his damn virtue…
He hadn’t even considered that night, that it was Occtis’ first time…
The man was too pretty for that to be true.
That’s how he justified everything before they woke up…
“Suppose he’s lucky it was just a few fingers and trying to suck me off…” He found himself pouting.
Wulfric sneezed.
“Hey, I don’t see you getting any!” Kattigan countered.
Something stirred in the nearby brush and Kattigan canted his head to Wulfric who stalked towards the wiggling leaves.
Just as Wulfric was about to pounce, a small white-and-other-colored fox stepped out.
“Oh, pretty boy’s pet…”
Kattigan felt a little sad, he hoped the next time he’d see the fox was with its owner…
A branch snapped a few feet from the fox and an anxious but familiar voice called out, “Pin! Where’d you go?”
Kattigan chuckled lightly as Wulfric and Pin began to play.
“Over here…” Kattigan said idly.
Occtis stepped out of the brush, looking put together and strangely confident… Had he been drinking again? But no, he spoke but nothing slurred, no stumbling, eyes focused.
“Can we finish what we started?” He asked.
And Kattigan smirked.
~~~
Occtis was pressed into a tree, facing Kattigan who was bent slightly to have an even stare at the necromancer.
“You sure?” The desire in the older man’s voice was practically palpable.
Occtis understood sex was a natural process and that desire often accompanied it. But the books and late nights studying them hadn’t prepared him for the hoarseness in Kattigan’s voice. The blown pupils that enveloped his irises. The grip on Occtis’ waist. And most importantly, the warmth and pressure of Kattigan’s cock pressing against the necromancer through layers of both their clothing.
Kattigan repeated himself, “You sure?”
Occtis shook the thoughts from his head, focusing instead on Kattigan, the strong, tall, older man in front of him.
“I’m sure.”
A soft sigh of relief and then the swiftness of their lips colliding.
Occtis was sober, but something was intoxicating about how little breath he could get between their lips. The feeling of Kattigan’s tongue pressing inside his mouth made him whine…
He could feel his underwear begin to soak… Pressing tightly to his skin.
As if Kattigan could tell, he slipped his hand low and palmed Occtis through his trousers. The pressure and warmth made Occtis gasp in delight. “You ready, pretty boy?” Kattigan said low and hungrily, a way Occtis had yet to hear but he needed more all the same.
Occtis closed his eyes, clinging to that feeling of warmth growing in his lower stomach. He couldn’t answer, but he needed more… He was so close to feeling full again. To feel like he belonged in a moment.
The pressure and warmth pulled away.
“No!” Occtis gasped, eyes shooting open and staring at Kattigan, “Please, please… I need it.”
He couldn’t believe the words escaping him. He sounded so -needy-. More than anything, he sounded sure of himself.
Kattigan quirked a brow, “You’re not drunk, right?”
Occtis shook his head, “No, which makes it all the odder that I need this… I’ve never felt this before… This neediness…” He took Kattigan’s wrist and tried to drag his hand lower, but the thick hand refused to budge.
A barking laugh that spiked his fear escaped Kattigan, “You’re sure? You wanna lose your pretty, noble virtue to someone like me…?” He trailed off, as if to say, ‘Am I worth it?’
The necromancer squirmed slightly, pressing his thighs together to try to regain some of that feeling that was slipping away, “I’ve never felt this way… But I need to… I can’t explain it.” He felt his cheeks darken, swallowing his shame.
“You’ve never felt desire?” Kattigan asked, leaning in and pressing his lips to Occtis’ neck, trailing his teeth on the ligaments connected to his collarbone.
Occtis sighed, “Never like this… I don’t want to wonder where this goes. I need to know.” He heard himself, so sure. Was this how he sounded last night? Or was he simply slurring into drunk, sex-hungry, wild man’s ear?
Kattigan’s hand rested on his chest and began to slowly trail down… Past his abdomen, between his hips and eventually his legs, pressing back against his clit through the layers of clothing. Why did he wear so many layers?
The ranger hummed for a moment, hand directly pressing that hot little button, like it was made for him as he considered.
Occtis was whining, begging under his breath in hurried, incomplete sentences.
“Plea-Katti-Lord-I need-Shapers!” The last word escaped right as Kattigan slid his other hand up Occtis’ dress shirt, calloused hands meeting delicate flesh.
Kattigan growled lowly, “Pretty little boy… Use your words…” His thumb and forefinger circled Occtis’ nipple, grazing his scars from the magic he had performed on himself, “I can’t do what you want if I don’t know…”
Occtis felt everything slow down, his mind cleared except for one thing.
Desire.
Desire to make this moment last.
“I need to lose myself in you… I need you in me. I need everything you can give me.”
Occtis was almost shocked by his own words, but he didn’t dwell on it. Soon Kattigan didn’t either.
Wild, well-weathered hands went to work, pulling his dress shirt open and caressing him gently, like he might break.
“Stop.” Occtis looked in the ranger’s eyes, “I’m not fragile. Don’t treat me like I am.”
Uncertainty flashed in the hunter’s eyes before a grin grew, “We’ll see about that.”
Occtis let his hands explore Kattigan, following the thick wrists to the muscles of his arms. If he were in his analytical mind, he could name every one of them and what they did in order, but right now he needed to go further.
Kattigan slipped his other hand into Occtis’ trousers and over his underwear, feeling the slick seeping through. He’d practically flooded and there was no way he was ignoring it. Rough fingers tentatively pressed into his hole through the fabric, teasing him and letting high whines escape the wizard’s lips.
In an effort to even the playing field, Occtis carefully undid Kattigan’s vest, running his fingers over all the course chest hair and scars that decorated his strong pectorals.
“Careful, you keep using those fingers… I might not hold back.” Kattigan warned, an edge in his voice.
Occtis wanted to push him, everything seemed too slow suddenly. He needed some part of Kattigan inside him, Occtis was tired of feeling that emptiness… He let out a whining gasp on purpose this time, making sure to emphasize one word, “…Kattigan…”
That broke the ranger. He let out a growl and with one smooth, decisive motion, he pulled down Occtis’ trousers and underwear. A shiver ran down the wizard’s spine as his wetness was exposed to the cool night air.
A curious whine escaped something nearby…
Occtis could barely process that it was Wulfric… That meant Pin was likely watching…
Pin… Occtis got a delightful idea and transferred his vision to his familiar.
He saw the towering physique of Kattigan staring down at the fox and wolf, canting his head away from him and his prize. Occtis saw himself, mid gasp, shuddering under the larger man. Pressed against a tree, exposed to the world, eyes softly glowing purple. He looked like he belonged… He belonged in Kattigan’s arms, pressed into the nature of the forest, begging quietly for a man he had never thought would give a damn about him.
Kattigan looked back at Occtis and saw his eyes, “Ah… No, no… Not this time. You’re going to look me in the eyes when I make you cum…”
Occtis transferred his vision back and saw the ranger staring at him. The necromancer couldn’t help but chuckle, “Sorry… It was too… Irresistible.” He whispered.
Kattigan pressed his weight against the wizard, and he felt the older man’s cock underneath his trousers, so close… Just one layer away. The hunter keened slightly, “Another time… Alright, pretty boy? You be a good boy this time, and we can do that… Soon.”
Part of him wanted to argue but he bit his tongue, he was so close… He needed it. He desired it. Instead of fighting back, he nodded, keeping eye contact with Kattigan.
Occtis listened eagerly as Kattigan pulled those troublesome pants down and pressed their bodies together again. He felt that cock slip between his thighs. Delightfully close but not inside him. He felt Kattigan and his own cock twitch together as they both breathed in the scent of each other.
Kattigan smelled like pine, a small amount of old whiskey and an under layer of offal… To anyone else that’d be unpleasant, but the offal was the most comforting to Occtis. This was another man who understood the realities of death and what you could do with it. It felt like coming home without the shame.
The hunter took a long sniff of Occtis and smiled, “Handsome…” And Occtis felt another rush of slickness escape him, dripping down onto Katt’s waiting cock.
“Good boy.” The ranger repositioned himself and Occtis cried out as the warmth of his cock was taken away, “Calm down…” Those same words he said earlier in the day, in a very different context and tone.
Occtis ran his hands from Kattigan’s chest to his back and promptly began to dig his perfectly manicured nails into the man’s back, “Please… Destroy me.”
There was no laugh, no groan or another sound. Perfect silence as he felt Kattigan slide himself upwards, into Occtis’ waiting hole. Occtis grimaced at first, he expected pain but instead, there was growing warmth… It felt right, slow but so right.
He let out a sigh he didn’t know he’d been holding, “More…” He begged, oh so quietly.
The hand left his chest, trailing down and pressing a calloused thumb onto Occtis’ clit gently.
That sent electricity up Occtis’ spine, and he arched his back, “F-fuck!” He didn’t realize how close he was… He needed more; he wanted more but Kattigan was taking his sweet time.
Kattigan teased him, with his thumb and his cock. His thumb edged him, trailing back and forth from his clit to his folds… His cock was gently pressing in and then pulling back slowly before repeating the process.
Occtis dug his nails into the mature man’s back, “Please… I need it.”
“What you need… Is a time to remember… Your first -should- be special.” How could Kattigan sound so calm amid the chaos their bodies were engaging in?!
Huffing slightly, Occtis tried to focus on the feelings… The pounding of his heart, the aches in his cunt, the slowly growing deepness as Kattigan pushed in deeper with every achingly slow thrust, the sound of Katt’s breath in his ear and the callous pressing into his now slick clit and making him groan low every time it pressed -just- right.
Occtis wanted to look through Pin’s eyes again… But he also wanted to experience this fully… He could always do this again, right?
Lord, he was already thinking about doing this again… And they hadn’t even finished…
A thought occurred to the young necromancer, “You’re… Not going to… You know… Inside?”
Softly, Kattigan chuckled, “No, I might be a bit rusty at this… But I’m gonna try my best not to…”
Rusty? He seemed practiced… Occtis couldn’t help but picture people lining up to sleep with this man… He was gentlemanly and keeping Occtis on edge… It tasted better than that apple cider.
“I think you’re ready…” Was the warning Occtis received, and he tensed up slightly as Kattigan’s cock fully entered him…
He expected a blazing pain, something that would cut through the pleasure and desire of the moment. It wasn’t painless, but more… An adjustment pain, not an unpleasant pain…
And he finally felt full… He finally felt right.
“…Fuck…” He said quietly, voicing trailing off through the woods… He didn’t even care about his dirty boots or the tree bark digging into his back… This was the perfect moment.
Movement, slow, purposeful… Katt growled slightly, as if biting back his own wishes as he pushed himself in and out. One hand playing with Occtis’ clit and the other raising up to cup Occtis’ cheek. The hand smelled musky, acrid and perfect… The necromancer leaned into it, breathing in the scent of what he knew was the mix of them.
Kattigan smiled at him, “You deserve this… Don’t let anyone tell you different…” He leaned in and pecked Occtis’ lips.
Right as their lips met, the thrusts started to speed up and Occtis gasped and whined…
“Good boy, taking it so well… Such a pretty boy…” Kattigan cooed between his own sharp breaths.
He felt the breath knock out of him and reenter with every thrust, it felt like dying. No, it felt like living. He never knew he’d been missing this… And now he couldn’t get enough. The moment Kattigan pressed his thick thumb into his clit and slid it off center, Occtis saw stars for just a moment.
“Please… Again…” He begged between thrusts. It was getting faster, a distant thought wondered if Kattigan could keep it together.
Another distant thought wondered if Occtis would even care if he couldn’t.
Thoughtful humming in between grunts… A lovely harmony that Occtis clung to as he felt Kattigan’s thumb creep closer…
He was so close… A knot in his stomach begging to come undone… A warmth preparing to unleash itself… He never needed something more than this.
A sharp upward thrust knocked the breath out of the young necromancer and as he came down, Katt seized the moment and gently rubbed Occtis into bliss… One stroke, two… Stars began to float in his vision… Three, he could feel himself clench down on Katt’s cock… Four and it was over…
Pleasure rushed through him… His whole body sang together in a blessed moment, and he left his body for a moment. He heard a scream of pleasure echo through the trees and felt Kattigan’s hand leave his cheek to cover his mouth… The scream muffled and Occtis began to realize… He was the one aching, he was the crying out, he was the one feeling everything at once…
He needed this… In all his years since he’d been told he was becoming a woman, he needed this…
Not just the sex, but someone to see him. Truly see him.
The orgasm was a delightful bonus.
And just as soon as it came on… It faded… Slow but too quick for Occtis’ liking.
He breathed heavily, trying to articulate words about how it all felt.
The only word that he could say was, “Fuck.”
Katt pulled his cock out and the emptiness returned, less than before but still there.
“Fuck… Katt…” A second word he could say behind Kattigan’s hand.
Katt looked away, “Yeah, give me a moment, alright?” He took his hand off Occtis’ mouth, his thumb still pressed on his sensitive, somehow more needy clit.
Occtis mumbled something and lost his legs, barely standing, a single thumb holding him up.
The ranger took his length in his hand and Occtis was fascinated about how something that thick could fit inside him. It seemed impossible. Magic, had to be magic.
He smiled like a fool as he watched Kattigan chase his own orgasm. Spurting across the forest floor in quick succession. It was crass and sloppy and Occtis began to remember the other night when he tried to take that cock in his mouth… He wanted to try that again…
Kattigan let go of Occtis completely and the necromancer slid down the tree and onto the forest floor, sitting up because the trunk of the tree demanded it.
Katt sighed, “Fuck… Been too long…” Occtis felt his legs regain feeling and gently tapped his foot against Kattigan’s leg.
“Yeah?” The larger man pulled his trousers up and knelt beside the wizard with jelly bones.
“You fucked me good…” Occtis sounded drunk… Was it possible to be intoxicated by sex? He’d need to test it later, in a controlled setting… For now, he hypothesized the answer was yes.
Kattigan ruffled his wizard’s hair, “You deserved a good first time… Not everyone gets one.”
Occtis smirked, “Can we do that again?”
That barking laughter, it was comforting, “Think about it first, pretty boy…”
Repeated phrases… Those were comforting…
Occtis knew he had to get back home, with Kattigan’s help he managed to redress himself and get to the home of House Tachonis before sunrise…
All the while, one thought replayed in his mind…
I want to experience more…