Outsiders -- Rahal / Errol

[clementine]

Errol moaned into Rah's mouth, hurriedly working his finger in and out of the boy. The moment he felt the male softening around his fingers, he immediately pulled them and frantically lubed his cock. "I need you too," he rasped as he positioned himself. He gripped Rahal's thighs, keeping them parted as he slowly breeched them. The demon nearly came right then as all that tightness enveloped him. He was with his mate.

Crying out, Errol gave one thrust and embedded himself deeply into Rahal. Balls deep in the male, he trembled above him, trying desperately not to move despite aching for it. Somehow, he remained still as he took Rah's erection in had and slowly began to stroke it, hoping to soothe the boy if he felt any pain.

[Ephemerality]

Rahal gasped lightly as he felt the instrusion, wincing slightly. But it was an odd feeling. There was pain, but there was something else that was more prominent. Whatever it was, even though he couldn't put a name to it, it felt utterly amazing. Yet as Errol's hand wrapped around his cock, the boy could feel the other's forced hesitation, a small smile coming to his lips.

"It's okay," He uttered breathlessly, urging the other on.. Not only for Errol's sake, but his own. The good thing about being a fighter was the higher pain threshold that came with the territory, which left the albino boy not as much in pain as just needy. "Please," He whispred, almost seductively, as he pushed himself up just enough to kiss the other's lower lip and give it a small nip as he pulled away.

[clementine]

Errol flushed and completely lost himself to Rahal's seductive kiss. He dipped his head and caught the boy's lips in a passionate kiss as he started to work his hips. He gripped the majikadai's hips and hoisted them a little higher, trying to get as little deeper. With Rahal's encouragement, Errol didn't fear hurting him as he angled his cock, trying to fight that perfect spot inside of his mate.

"You like it?" Errol panted against Rahal's mouth as he found the boy's erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The daemon felt like a young teen again, needing to come to fast. He could feel his orgasm rising and he pushed it back, trying to ride out some more time before he climaxed. Growling, he nipped Rahal's neck, mouthing the sweet skin in the place where he'd mark his mate.

[Ephemerality]

Rahal moaned into the kiss when Errol's hips began to move, hands wandering up to clutch at the other's shoulders and reveling the feeling of the other's skin under his hands as much as the feeling of the daemon inside him. It was unlike anything he'd felt before and entirely overwhelming, putting the majikadai boy in much the same position of trying to fight off his own orgasm as long as possible. But it was getting harder and harder with each thrust and stroke pushing him that much closer.

"Mhmm," He murmured at the other's question, too far gone to give an answer that actually did the feeling justice. And in the end, Rah couldn't fight it off much longer. It only took a few more of those well-angled thrusts before his orgasm overtook him. His nails dug lightly into the daemon's shoulders as his back arched, thick strings of white spilling over Errol's hand and onto his stomach as the feeling exploded in the pit of his stomach, sending a cry of pleasure from the boy's lips.

[clementine]

Errol cried out nearly the same time that Rahal did. He felt the male's seed slick against his hand and groaned loudly, pumping his hips to hit his own orgasm. When it finally came, he saw starts, crying out his mate's name loudly as he filled his belly. In the midst of the pleasured high, Errol sank his fangs into Rahal's slender neck, marking the beautiful male as his forever.

Licking the drops of blood from his lips, Erroll collapsed down beside Rahal, still embedded deeply in the male as he pulled him to his chest. "Rahal," he murmured, kissing the male's soft, white hair, "I love you so much. I'm glad we met in that forest." With a thrum of pleasure he nuzzled his mate, not caring that IIija probably heard everything. He was past embarrassment now that he had his mate with him. He was never going to let Rahal go, not ever.

[Ephemerality]

Rahal let out a soft, low groan as the other's fangs sank into his neck and the daemon's seed fill him, sending a small shiver down his spine. His chest heaved up and down as he tried to regain his breath, shifting once the other pulled him over, coming to rest contentedly and exhaustedly against Errol's chest.

"I love you, too," He whipered back, tilting his head up to kiss the other's jaw before resting against his shoulder again. Ilija was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.. though the thought of the elder overhearing the whole ordeal would certainly mortify him later. But for now, he was perfect content to think about nothing but Errol.

"I'm glad we met, too," He smiled, nuzzling into the other's neck before offering up a light tease, "Even if you did scare away my doe."

[clementine]

"I scared away YOUR doe?" Errol chuckled, nipping at the shell of Rahal's ear. "I distinctly remember being nearly shot." With a playful growl he kissed Rahal's cheek and pulled him closer, wiggling his still semi erect cock into Rah. With a sigh, Errol shut his eyes so they could both enjoy a well deserved rest. They could get cleaned up a little later once their post orgasm glow wore off.

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Drihan handed IIija a cup of warm tea as he sat down beside the male on the couch. "Think they're finally done," he asked cheerily. They'd been listening to Errol and Rahal go at it for the last twenty minutes and it was getting tiresome. "So they're mates, yeah? I've never seen Errol bring anyone home before." With another chuckle, Drihan sat back and enjoyed his tea, hoping to hear not more from the back bedroom and enjoy the quiet evening with the other majikadai.

[Ephemerality]

"In my defense, I was really frustrated and hungry. So I wasn't in the best mood," He grinned, shifting just slightly as he was pulled closer so he was resting against the other comfortably. He breathed in the other's scent before letting out a comforted sigh, his own eyes falling closed.

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"Let's hope," Ilija answered, uttering a quiet 'Thank you' as he took the cup of tea. "They must be. I say it in the most loving way possible, but Rahal isn't the most.. people-friendly, in general." He took a small sip of the tea, shaking his head softly afterwards. "And if they're not," He mused aloud, "I'm pretty sure I would be more mortified by overhearing all of that than I currently am."

[clementine]

Drihan laughed at IIija's comment. "As only a bearer could put it," he agreed. "He's going to be mortified in the morning. I think I'll tease them in the morning." Smiling to himself he fell silent for a moment, slowly taking a sip of the tea he made. Drihan shot IIija a sidelong glance, sizing the other warrior up.

"So what's your story," he asked suddenly, turning to face IIija looking at him curiously. He supposed it was blunt, but as he pushed his dreds out of his face, he found he wanted to know.

[Ephemerality]

"Definitely mortified," Ilija smirked, shaking his head softly, "But perhaps they'll be more quiet about it next time." He laughed softly as he went back to nursing his tea, until that question was asked. He let out a soft, thoughtful 'hmm' before finally answering. "There's not much of one to be told. I was born to majikadai and daemon parents, and lived in the tribe all my life, on the outside looking in. Then, when they found Rahal, they gave him to me to raise, and nineteen years later, here I am." He offered a kind smile, not seeming even a bit bitter. Unlike the younger majikadai boy, Ilija had accepting the bad hand he'd been dealt a long time ago. For a moment, he studied the other, then spoke up again. "What about you?" He asked, "It seems like you would have a much more interesting story to tell."

[clementine]

Drihan wrinkled his nose and chuckled, gently chucking IIija beneath the chin. "And here you are," he agreed kindly, wondering how such a halfbreed could have survived out in the tribes. They didn't all follow the same district laws as each other so Drihan only knew the laws of his tribesmen. His tribe had been less tolerant than most and that was putting it kindly.

At IIija's question, Drihan leaned back. "Can't say it's anymore interesting that anybody else's. I was banished from my tribe," he said, giving an offhanded shrug. "Cannibalism is nasty business if you ask me. The old tribe elder was murder and we got taken over by some crackpot idiot, you know how it is. At any rate, I packed up my things and left and met Errol a few years later. Still know him," he added teasingly with a laugh before knocking back another swig of tea.

[Ephemerality]

Ilija quirked a brow when the other reached out and touched him, not seemingly bothered by the contact so much as surprised by it. It was new, and especially odd when it came from another majikadai. But the half-breed kept the thought to himself, simply returning to his tea as he listened to the other speak, both quite intrigued by his words and soothed by his voice.

"Glad to see we share the same thoughts on the matter. Otherwise, this would make for a worrisome conversation," He teased lightly, before shaking his head. "It is sad what can happen to a tribe when the leadership changes," He leaned back, seemed to consider something for a moment, then spoke up again. "Truth be told, my Bearer was the Elder when he was still alive. But after he met my father and I was born, they lost faith in him. It is against the tribe's beliefs to kill another of majikadai blood, so they instead simply let both he and my father get killed, and a much less tolerant man took his place."

Ilija fell silent for a moment, the pleasant look seeming to fade from his face before he seemed to realize what he'd just said. He looked up to the other, and shook his head softly. "But it's bad manners to drop such a depressing story on someone," He said, offering a weak smile, "I apologize."

[clementine]

Drihan snorted into his tea at IIija's first comment. So the bearer was one of those types. The wryness of IIija's voice was not lost on him and he found he enjoyed the male's humor, just as much as he enjoyed sitting beside him. How such a creature had no be snapped up earlier in life was beyond him. As the conversation progressed though, Drihan grew more solemn, his gray eyes deep with understanding.

"I am sorry for your loss," he murmured, inclining his head slightly. "And do not apologize. It was obviously something you needed to say and it has been said." Drihan reached for the teapot and filled IIija's nearly empty cup up again and then his own. "Do you feel better for it, at least?" It made Drihan wonder just who IIija was able to talk to during his time with the tribe. Rahal was nothing but a child and with IIija's parents dead, there couldn't have been anyone whom he could've confided in. It made for a depressing thought and Drihan shook his head against it.

[Ephemerality]

Ilija smiled when his apology was dismissed, feeling better to know that he hadn't made the other unnecessarily uncomfortable with his sad story. When the tea was offered, he reached out to let the other fill his cup, nodding his head.

"I do, and I'm grateful for you listening to me. Truth be told, Rahal doesn't even know. It wouldn't have done him any good to know," He sipped his tea, absently looking down the hall, "It probably would have only made him more bitter than he already is, as hard as it is to imagine such a thing." After a moment, though, his lips donned another small, pleasant smile as he looked back to the giver. "But that's in the past. He's here now, happy with his mate, and neither of us will have to deal with such troubles anymore."

[clementine]

"And you will have someone to talk to," Drihan inserted. "You won't have to bear the burden alone." The giver returned IIija's smile, patting the male's knee in a friendly manner. "I think, it's time for bed though, he added, drowning the rest of his tea. He gathered up the tea pot and took it into the kitchen, leaving it in the sink for later before returning to IIija.

"I take if you haven't been shown your room yet. Never seen Errol so randy in my life," Drihan commented with a shake of his head. "I'll show you the rest of the apartment if you like and you can bathe, which I'm sure you'll be eager to do after such a long journey." Smiling again, Drihan motioned for IIija to rise and follow him.