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The rain collected softly in the cupped leaves, leaving a pitter-pattering sound in their wake. The warrior’s footsteps were in sync, each as silent as the other, but still competing in the most quiet of ways.
Itu was first, crouched low to the ground with his bow drawn past his ear, breath held in his throat as his stomach and arms flexed. The animal was in sight, unaware that it was being hunted. So'lek was close behind but without his bow drawn, letting it rest at his side as he stayed close to Itu. So'lek moved a piece of branch out of his view, honing in on the animal's heartbeat. Calm, utterly calm.
The two sat there for a moment longer before Itu decided to let go of the string, letting the arrowhead fly and whistle past his ear, missing the weak spot by an inch, making the animal fall to the ground, kicking and screaming, suffering from the hit rather than dying on impact. So'lek hissed, shoving his hand into Itu’s shoulder harsher than last time, just continuing to push Itu more and more over the edge.
They’d been on the hunt for Tamtey for four days now, and the fifth was soon to be coming with the way this night was going. Again, no sleep. It seemed like all the food had been scared off by the recent RDA activity, so neither of them had eaten or slept because of how long the hunt takes. Just another thing for them to get sidetracked on, another reason for them to get angrier with each other.
“You missed- again.” So'lek pushed past Itu, walking up to the dying animal to finally put it out of its misery.
“It’s because you keep breathing down my neck. Maybe if you went and did something else, you would be better off.” Itu followed close behind, both of them drawing their knives– but only So'lek used his.
“Better off?” So'lek pressed his hand down the animal’s side, feeling for its weakest point before sliding his knife in, blessing it to Eywa under his breath.
“Tamtey does not need you,’ Itu made a quick hand motion, calling So'lek stupid without even saying anything, “She is used to you never being any help; she can rely on me, but never you.”
“And where do you get this from? Did she tell you herself,” So'lek felt himself genuinely getting heated, blood boiling in annoyance– something only Itu could make him feel.
“I just know,” Itu went to work on the legs, cracking the bones and tying the feet together so he could carry it back to camp better.
So'lek was left confused and dumbfounded, jaw slightly open and eyebrows frowning. The walk back to the camp was silent, but words were bubbling and boiling under So'lek’s lips. How could Itu know such things? There’s no time for anything. He had to have just been making things up, So'lek knew it; these words were only said to piss him off– they had to be.
“We are mated already, there is no reason for you to try so hard.” Itu kept his pace, never thinking to turn around and check on what So'lek was doing.
So'lek stopped long ago, looking even more dumbfounded than before, surprised for probably the first time in a long time, but the only way it would surface was through anger.
“You mated with her?” He asked slowly, making Itu repeat it to him like he was a child.
“We mated under the eye of Eywa, in front of the ancestors, it was nice– you should have been there.”
So'lek could hear the toothy smirk he had on his face from where he was, throwing his bow to the ground in a fit of child-like anger. He wanted to bulldoze Itu over, go after his face, and then anything else that touched his woman. But Itu had already turned around, dropping the reward from their hunt like he was expecting a fight. So'lek was right, though. Itu did have a shit-eating grin on his face. He was holding it over him. Dangling the information like a fish on a hook. So'lek was that fish, and Itu was already reeling in the line of whatever anger he was able to draw out.
“See? You cannot deny what you feel. You could have joined, if only you asked.” The two slowly started circling each other, like the Zeswa do before they start their dance-fight.
It embarrassed So'lek to even hear the joke of him lying with anyone other than Tamtey– nevermind another man. So'lek would give up his manliness for Tamtey, but would never submit to another man. Itu continued to use the joke of So'lek joining in on their mating session, urging him to ask the next time he wants to feel Tamtey.
“Quit the jokes, or we'll settle this like men.” So'lek wanted to put his fists up, ready to pummel Itu into the ground– but Itu wasn't having any of it. To him, it was all one big joke that he wanted to take too far.
“Then show me how a real man does it, So'lek, I’m still a young warrior...” Itu walked in circles around So'lek, moving his body dramatically as he talked– slowly inching closer and closer, “Lots to learn still…”
So'lek gave Itu an egregious side eye, lip slightly curling in disgust. It was an emotion he almost had to force onto his face, flicking his wrist at Itu as he shook his head, “I don’t know how you became one, you have no backbone.”
Itu could see that he had So'lek on a hook, falling for each and every word he spoke like it was the full truth, not that some of it wasn't– he and Tamtey did mate, and So'lek was invited. Not formally, but he was still more than welcome to join.
“Then let me show you why,”
Before So'lek could even react, Itu was throwing himself into him, rolling them into the dirt with Itu on top, beginning a game of wrestling that So'lek was most unprepared for. He braced himself against Itu’s hands, dodging his boundary-testing hits before he was able to grab Itu’s hands by the wrist. But it did nothing– Itu was able to worm his way out of So'lek’s grip. Itu’s legs went all tense as they trapped So'lek under him, knees digging into the mud to keep the advantage of being on top.
“Too old for this, are we now, So'lek?” He teased, shifting all his weight onto his hips, watching with pure glee as So'lek went all stiff.
“Get off, I don’t play these games.” So'lek dug his feet into the ground, but it was still no use. Even just lifting his hips into Itu’s was enough to send shivers through his legs. The only way to get him off would be to play the game he wanted and catch him off guard.
So'lek fake swung on Itu, which made him lean back far and unsteady, letting So'lek finally buck his hips up and knock Itu off and scrambling to the ground. While rolling over, Itu attacked So'lek again, grabbing his leg and pulling it out from under him so So'lek fell flat on his chest. At this point, they were both covered in mud from head to toe, getting it all in their hair and faces. So'lek almost got a mouthful of it when he fell to his chest. Thankfully, his elbows caught him just in time, but he still felt all slimy.
Like a true predator of the sky, Itu crawled onto the dip of So'lek’s back, palms pressing on his shoulder blades to keep him down and docile.
“Struggling over here?” Itu teased, leaning down into So'lek as close as he could– lips just hovering over the shell of his ear, “You aren't the only skilled warrior.”
With shivers running down So'lek’s spine, Itu gave a cheeky little smile before sliding his hips down, waist slotting against So'lek– chest curling into his back. He gave a little nip at So'lek’s shoulder before sitting up, palming up and down his lower back like he was trying to massage the knots out.
“Lots of trauma built up, it’s no wonder you are the way you are.”
So'lek felt a little relief under Itu’s hands, lowering his guard just a bit until he felt how hard Itu had grown– and how he was ever so slightly grinding his hips down.
“Itu–” So'lek was cut off.
“I think we can fix that, no?”
Itu pulled the back of So'lek’s loincloth to the side, hand swirling around his tail playfully to get it out of his way. He was moving a little too quickly for So'lek to even react, not that he knew how to in the first place. His first instinct was to just stay still, the need to fight leaving his veins and being replaced with an odd feeling of submission, but then the ice left his body. Itu grabbed So'lek by his braid, holding it as gently as he could while still using it to keep control, digging his knee one by one between the older warrior’s legs to keep them apart.
He settled back down, hips now fully flush against So'lek’s ass, taking a small moment to admire the work of art in front of him. Eywa really took her time with him.
Itu’s eyes trailed down his flexed back, burning each dip and hill of muscle into his brain forever, drooling over the way his spine dipped into two dimples at the bottom of his spine. The way it all melted into his wide hips was even better, almost as seductive as Tamtey’s, an immediate eye catcher for any mate. His hand greedily kneaded at So'lek’s ass, the other tugging at the band of his loincloth. It would be a trip trying to convince So'lek to even take it off in the first place.
Pushing it aside was just easier.
So'lek was busy pushing himself up onto his elbows, neck straining to turn to look over his back despite his head being pulled back by Itu. He truly felt like an animal being mounted by its prey, looking into the eye of its killer before the final blow. Except– he was thoroughly excited. He felt his body grow unbearably hot, his dick straining against the even harder ground. An experimental roll of his hips against the slick and cold mud was enough to make his stomach drop– abdomen clenching and pulling tight from the sensitivity.
With an eye always on So'lek, Itu pulled the band of his loincloth down just far enough to grasp himself in his hand, stroking at his cock till he was fully hard, still letting his other hand travel around So'lek’s scarred back. He wanted to watch this body tremble, watch the way his spine and hips moved to fit all of Itu inside– the image of it alone was enough to get Itu off.
He arched his body over So'lek’s, face snuggling into his shoulder as he lined himself up without warning. Itu could feel the jump under his skin, the wavering confusion in his body. Itu could tell that with one wrong move, he was gonna be thrown off the warrior’s back like he was getting bucked off a direhorse, but he couldn't help his antsy hands– clumsily pushing in with no preparation.
So'lek could feel his entire body go stiff, upper teeth poking out to bite down on his lip so hard he could’ve broken skin. His legs flexed and tried to close, only being met with Itu’s strong thighs– slowly spreading wider as he pushed in deeper. So'lek tried to breathe through it, hips stuttering and trying not to buck into the soft ground, but Itu was determined on bottoming out. He took a few more deep breaths through his nose, arms clutching tighter to his chest, the feeling of his hips being slit open making his eyes go wide– pupils blown. Only when Itu was fully inside did he lay his chest against So'lek’s back, lips pressing into his shoulder as he forced down the need to bite.
Under him, So'lek was still breathing heavily around Itu’s cock, trying to stay as still as possible, almost too afraid to move. It was such an odd feeling, it made him feel a fullness he’s never felt, and like the forefront of his brain was breaking down, everything he knew about himself breaking like glass in front of him. He felt weak, but not in a way that made him scared. Like he could put every decision into Itu’s hand and trust him to make them for So'lek. The feeling of just giving himself completely over to Itu was taking over, making him mushy and pliant.
Surprising even himself, So'lek’s hips began to roll, the tip of his cock poking into his stomach in perfect rhythm. It took a sharp breath out of Itu, who was content on lying like this forever if he could, but it felt too good– pulling him out of his hazy state and reminding him how good it felt to fuck.
Itu lifted himself back up, strong arms holding himself up over So'lek as he picked his hips up, head dropping between his shoulders to watch as his cock came out and then buried itself back in. His thrusts were short, almost curt, knocking sharp breaths out of So'lek as they started slowly. Itu was just getting him worked open, a little too selfish and needy to use his fingers, but So'lek seemed to be taking it like a champ once that tough guy act shed like a second skin.
Itu finally pulled his hips all the way back, letting only the tip sit inside, watching hungrily as So'lek reacted to the lack of fullness. His ears flicked back and pressed against the side of his head, hips pushing back and back arching, dimples becoming more prominent and deeper. The young warrior almost wanted to laugh at how So'lek was turning into a whiny bitch, hips pushing back and grinding like he wasn't the most feared Na’vi on the frontier.
“Not such a tough guy, are we now?” Itu whispered in his ear, causing So’lek to hiss back at him– ears pressed flat against the side of his head as his body rocked back and forth– sinking deeper into the mud.
The strength in his arms eventually gave out, making Itu sit back on his heels and pull So'lek’s hips with him, using them as an anchor to slam himself into. He let So'lek shift into a more comfortable position on his knees at some point, with Itu keeping his hands cemented to So'lek’s hips so his cock could stay inside. If anything, all the rolling around got them covered in more mud, handprints showing clearly on each other’s bodies. A very prominent and detailed handprint was currently drying on the side of So’lek’s ass.
Itu’s thrusts got harder, lower bodies slamming together in desperation, sweat building up and running down each other's muscles, scents mixing with the smell of rain from a few hours ago. Their scents filled the air, suffocating So'lek with the smell of a mated male– and Itu’s with an unmated one. It made him feral, if he could be any more so. He wanted to help So'lek chase his high, really, he meant to– but he hadn’t fucked since Tamtey was stolen from them. Suddenly, his own tough guy act was melting away, turning into a whimpering mess above So'lek– thrusts turning weak with spazzing hips.
With no warning, Itu’s hips locked against So'lek, burying himself as deep as possible– trying to get as close as he could, seeming they couldn't and wouldn't mate properly without Tamtey. He wanted the same gratification and pleasure as he would get if they connected their tsaheylu.
He emptied himself completely inside So'lek, shaking as he fell on top of him, forehead pressed against So'lek’s sweaty back while catching his breath. Being this close to him, he could finally huff his scent like it was something addictive. And it was, but also calming in a way. That combined with all that movement, Itu could fall asleep right here– perfectly nuzzled and warm inside So'lek.
There was a nice moment of complete silence. Just their heavy breathing and the wind in the trees. The forest was calm all around them, creating their own little world of peace when outside it was anything but. The task at hand seemed to slip from their minds, as if anything was in there now anyway. So'lek’s mind came racing back to him soon enough, though the ache in his loins was being even louder. Sparks of ecstasy rippled through his still-hard cock every time he tried to adjust his body under Itu’s weight– now being pushed back into the mud while the young warrior was on the edge of sleep.
It was obvious that only one of them finished.
So'lek was pissed.
His ears were still flattened when he jabbed his elbow back at Itu, trying to shove him off, but to no avail. Itu only groaned at him and placed his teeth over the junction of skin between his neck and shoulder– threatening a bite. So'lek gave a sharp and quick hiss, trying to nip at Itu and get him away, once again being met with groans for an answer. Picking himself up, Itu sluggishly pulled out, sleepily marveling at his froth-covered cock.
With great effort and a lot of huffing complaints, Itu rolled over onto his back, cock now lying against his mud-covered belly as his eyelids began to slide shut. This time, So'lek was quick to hop to his feet, almost like nothing had happened except for the subtle pain in his lower back. He climbed right in between Itu’s open legs, catching him off guard exactly like Itu did to him. He only eyed So'lek in his sleepy state, arm coming up and over to lay across his eyes. Itu acted asleep until one of his legs was hooked over So'lek’s shoulder, which made him pick his head right up– eyeing So'lek with a cautious face.
“So'lek, I don’t–” He tried to explain, because Itu never saw himself submitting to someone else. Making people submit to him was all fun, but he’d never been on the receiving end of such treatment. And So'lek looked a little scary, face all scrunched up in a scowl, face covered in dirt, eyes half open and blown out from being fucked and left with no satisfaction.
“For me, you will.”
And in giving Itu the same treatment, So'lek forced himself inside with no warning or preparation. He just sank his cock in, bottoming out immediately– finally feeling the warmth and tightness after so long of just using his fist. He'd have preferred it if it were Tamtey, but in this light, Itu looked just as pretty. His back was all arched and tense, arms slammed down next to him, nails digging deep into the ground. His eyebrows screwed together, and his mouth hung open as an even prettier moan slipped past his lips.
So'lek’s pride flared in his chest; he’d made it through the whole thing without moaning like a girl, getting through it by breathing and groaning sparingly. But Itu folded right away. Chest heaving and teeth gritting as So'lek buried himself to the hilt, an airy hiss slipping past his lips every time Itu clenched down on him. He wanted to tremble from the feeling alone, his neglected cock finally getting the attention it deserved, hips circling pathetically while his hands found Itu’s hips.
“Sure, you aren't a girl?” So’lek mocked, snapping his hips forward and making Itu cry, one coming up to circle around Itu’s delicate-looking throat while the other groped around the rest of his body.
His thumb rubbed down the dip in Itu’s stomach, all the way to his belly button, where he rubbed the soft skin under it, focusing on that instead of the way Itu pulled him in deeper with each passing moment, “show me how you take it like one.”
So’lek pressed his palm down on Itu’s stomach, feeling the way his cock moved under the thick skin, tip poking against his hand with each long, slow drag of his body. So'lek drew his hips back faster after that, fingertips now digging into the plush of Itu’s thigh as he let his throat go, other hand still glued to his hip to keep him stable.
Itu threw his head back and gasped, toes curling, hips making room for a cock for the first time. So’lek had to shove himself back in after pulling out too far, grabbing the base of his cock and popping the tip back in before the warmth could leave, letting a thick rope of spit roll off his tongue and into his waiting palm. He stroked what wasn’t already inside Itu, making the second slide in much more pleasurable. It drew sharp breaths from both of them, finally just starting to feel good.
He sucked in a deep breath when So'lek went all in, balls pressing together, So'lek shoving Itu’s knee further against his chest– thigh almost lying flat against his torso as So'lek tried to get impossibly deeper. All that spit building up made it easy for So'lek to pick up the pace, stamina already proving to be much stronger than Itu’s, drilling and angling his hips at just the right angle that had Itu moaning breathlessly. His mouth was hung open still, lips all puffed up from biting them so much, glossy with spit– it made So'lek lick his lips– heart fluttering and feeling like he was missing something.
He picked Itu’s ass up mid thrust, pulling him onto the top of his own thighs– hands traveling up Itu’s back to help him sit up. Itu wrapped his arms around So'lek’s neck and immediately locked them into a kiss, moaning and biting at each other while So'lek messily humped against the young warrior. Itu took it upon himself to dig his heels into the ground next to So'lek’s folded legs, trying his best to bounce back against the thick cock inside him, meeting So'lek’s hips each time he bucked up.
“So’lek–” Itu mumbled, almost crying, against So’lek’s lips– eyes screwing shut tightly.
“I know,” So’lek said tightly, lips pressed together in a thin line as he worked his lower body up into Itu, arms wrapped so tight around him that he could use Itu’s shoulders as extra leverage to slam him down deeper, “just stay with me a little longer.”
So’lek could keep going all night; his legs weren’t even tired, and he was far from being able to finish. The thought of having to keep going while being already almost over the edge made Itu whine, a full and genuine whine that made So’lek’s ears flick.
“Just like that, ma tìywan, you can keep going,” So’lek bumped their noses together, urging Itu to open his mouth more and let him fill another space, “just be good for me.”
And Itu wanted to– badly. This time, he promised himself he’d go through it and won't leave So’lek aching and wanting this time. Even through the over-sensitivity and the need to cum, Itu powered through, holding his breath at moments so that he wouldn't get too carried away, rubbing his cheek against So’lek’s as tears began to brim his lower lashes. They spilt over his face in no time, pleasure just building up in his lower abdomen, but never releasing.
So’lek noticed that Itu was on the brink of finishing before him, making him snake his arm between them with protest from the young warrior who still wanted to be held close. As if reading Itu’s mind on exactly what he didn't want to happen, So’lek grabbed Itu’s curved cock, thumb placing itself right over the slit on his tip.
“Nonono–” Itu panicked, face pulling away from So’lek’s to look at him like he just ultimately betrayed him.
Those worried lips were prepped with multiple kisses, So’lek’s free hand unwrapping from around Itu’s back to cradle his face, still fucking into him messily, abs flexing from the workout of keeping Itu upright,
“I know, I know, just a little longer..” he kissed Itu again, eyes screwing shut as he kept him locked there, trying to move faster and reach that high he’s been chasing, “getting so close now, pretty boy.”
That damned nickname, especially in his heavy English accent, almost sent Itu over the edge he’s been dancing on for so long now. If it weren’t for So’lek’s grip, he’d have cum for the second time before So’lek, then who knows what he would've been in for. It took another false orgasm for So’lek to finally reach his breaking point, releasing Itu’s pathetic cock and wrapping his arms around Itu’s back again, locking him in a crushing hug– ever so slightly lifting him and hovering him so So’lek had room to slam his wide hips up and into Itu’s clenching hole.
“Fuck– Itu–” So’lek stuttered embarrassingly, teeth clamping down on Itu’s shoulder to shut himself the fuck up before any further damage to his ego.
They held each other tightly through their orgasms, Itu spilling all over himself and So'lek’s stomachs. A deep hum ran through his body as he felt So'lek practically stuff him to the brim, feeling it all run down his thighs and ankles. The forest was completely silent once more, just their labored breaths filling the hot bubble of air between them. Whatever animals were nearby probably fled far by now. They didn't separate from each other; it felt like they couldn't. Itu felt a strange weakness in his heart, like it was turning soft right then and there, and he felt overly tired– a type of heaviness in his eyelids he’s only ever felt after going at it with Tamtey. So'lek felt that same melting feeling in his own heart, making him rest his forehead against Itu’s, a type of intimacy he’d only reserved for Tamtey.
They shared a couple of kisses here and there, slow ones that let them explore each other’s mouths, spit shamelessly running down both of their chins. That intimate moment went on for a little while, till their eyelids were too heavy to keep open, till they were messily kissing with their eyes closed and their hands still all over each other.
It seemed to have taken even longer to convince So’lek to pull out and go to sleep; he really meant it when he said he was ready to go all night. But Itu was spent, and the night was slowly bleeding into day. Since he was the one still left with all the energy, So’lek walked the few steps to where their supplies were, grabbing a huge leaf full of dried out meats, and then Tamtey’s blanket.
It wasn't her childhood one, no, that one was kept safe at So’lek’s camp. This one was given to her by an Aranahe weaver, beautiful in color and design. Tamtey brought it everywhere with her. So’lek brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled, feeling a twist in his heart as he kept down emotions long waiting to arise. Maybe Itu was right. Maybe he did want to be with them. Quick to make sure Itu was warm and comfortable, So’lek swallowed those emotions again, not because he was afraid of them this time– but because right now was too good to ruin.
He returned to Itu’s half-asleep form, curled up in the mud like it was a second home.
Getting on his knees, So’lek opened the blanket and laid it on the drying ground, making sure there were no rocks or bumps before gently rubbing Itu’s shoulder,
“Roll, just a little– there you go.” So’lek wiped the dry mud from Itu’s face as best as he could, hovering over him for a moment before lying down next to him, looking up past the trees and into Pandora’s night sky.
Itu surprised So’lek by leaning over on his elbow, seemingly awake and acting like he wasn't just about to pass out,
“Don’t go running off. We want you to stay.” Itu was back to his usual self, like they didn't just completely break each other down and put each other back together again.
“Never again,”
Itu let his heart stop racing, leaning into So'lek’s touch once he lay back down, palm coming up to So’lek’s chest and fingers spreading against the scarred skin. He pressed his hand over So'lek’s heart, nose bumping against his cheek as he felt around for warm skin– eventually pressing and rubbing his cheek against So'lek’s. Marking him as his own until their Sarentu came back home to join them.