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Eric's expression as he pulled Green into the bedroom was somber and kind. "If
he heals, it's because he had the luck to find you.
"More like the Goddess' will," Green said thoughtfully, and then the door shut
behind him, and he turned, grasped Eric by the shoulders and threw him back
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against the wall, mating his mouth with Eric's into a hard, hungry kiss, and
the subject was tabled for the moment.
Eric didn't need healing, like so many of Green's lovers. He didn't need
mating and tenderness like the sylphs. Unlike Cory, he wasn't human, and would
heal any bruises almost instantly. Eric was hard bodied and starving for
flesh, and he gave as good as he got. Sex was sweaty, pounding, and muscular,
exulting in the physical, in the joy of fucking, and after Eric had thrust
again and again and finally shuddered and spent himself into Green's moist
flesh, the two of them collapsed, laughing, face down against the creaky,
inadequate hotel bed.
"Oh, Goddess," Green groaned good naturedly. "I miss my bed back at home.
"I'd bet that's not all you miss," Eric replied, playfully biting at a
flawless, pale, green-tinted shoulder.
Green looked peacefully at his friend from sated, sideways eyes. "You'd be
right. You're fascinated by her, aren't you? You haven't even met her.
Eric's head was pillowed on his arms, and it made the act of looking away
awkward. Green, recognizing discomfort in a human lover, moved his body,
covering Eric's side, keeping his sweated skin from cooling in the aftermath.
"Eric?
"I had to leave, you know," Eric said, his voice muffled by his arms. "I had
to leave. I would have fallen in love with one of you Adrian, Bracken, you& it
was coming, like a glacier, or an earthquake or a tidal wave, and I had to
leave because I knew& somehow, I knew that the person one of you chose to love
would be the focus& the lens through which all of your loves would pass
through, and that she'd have the strength to take that love and reshape the
world. And I knew it wasn't going to be me.
Green knew, without a doubt, that there would be tears stinging the skin of
Eric's arms. He answered the revelation, which was not the surprise he might
have once thought it to be, in the only way he knew how.
He kissed the sweat from a tanned shoulder, from his spine, down towards a
pale buttock, which he bit, just hard enough to gain a startled, surprised
yelp. Then back down to a thigh humanly furred then to the back of a knee, a
tender Achilles tendon, and back up, making tender, needy love to his old
protégé, to his friend.
When the time at last came to thrust his own body into Eric's, his lover was
sobbing for him, pleading and begging for possession, and Green was aching,
bursting with the need to possess, with the need to come.
And with the first shock and slide of one flesh into another, from nearly two
thousand miles away, he felt Cory awaken.
And with her awakening he was plunged into a sexual kaleidoscope, down his
connection through his binding to Nicky who was penetrating, being penetrated,
tasting, being tasted, all at a moment in a tangle of limbs and nerve endings
and orifices that even Green would have had trouble sorting out, and then, he
was inside Nicky, feeling all that Nicky felt, giving Nicky his own
experiences, and in a frantic burst to be himself, he instead followed Nicky's
connection to Cory.
Cory had been shouting in her sleep, and her throat was raw, the demands
issuing from it now surprising Green, because she so rarely demanded anything
in bed, content to match with passion and be led in experience. But now she
was shouting, and a puzzled, frantic Bracken was pounding into her, suckling
on her (no mean feat for a body so much larger than Cory's) and his clever,
long-fingered hands were exploring, invading along the sweat slickened,
come-wettened cleft of her bottom, and then, as even as her shouting stopped,
he was inside, and she was exploding, hurtling through space with the force of
a supernova, her power unleashed, out of control, following Green back through
Nicky, who shouted and spilled white light and seed onto all those with him,
and then back to Green, who spent himself in release and then held his breath,
feeling her titanic surge of power fill him, push at his skin, threaten to
explode out his eyeballs and through his very pores.
He exhaled, seeing wisps of light escape his lips to tangle through the
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darkened room, settling on the bed which to his surprise shifted almost
immediately to a solid, darkened oak version of the one he had at home, and
pulled away almost frantically from Eric who had climaxed so hard in the blaze
of magic that he had collapsed on the bed and was now barely inching his way
towards consciousness.
As Green sat back on his heels, there was a timid knock on the door, and then
it opened, and Funky Man was in the doorway, sounding lost and frightened in
the complete dark.
"Green Man, all the light's went out& is it all good, Green Man?
And still, the power buzzed along his skin, like electric millipedes, walking,
scurrying, crawling and raising gooseflesh at every step.
"Come here, brother, he said hoarsely, and Funky moved obediently forward;
his eyes in the dark were limpid dark purple pools of heart-breaking trust.
Green fumbled for Funky Man's hands in the dark, felt Eric shift and moan in
repletion beside him, and all this, even the touch of the dry, shriveled skin
in his own was secondary to the power spilling along through his veins, along
his capillaries, thundering in his chest. Goddess, he groaned inside his head,
how does she stand it all?
"You're glowing like the moon, Green Man," Funky whispered, and Green summoned
a light-lit smile.
"And you'll glow too, brother," he replied, and covered Funky Man's mouth in a
gentle, sex-less kiss.
Magic made a tremendous booming whoosh in his ears as it flooded out of his
body and into his brother's, churning like a waterfall, spinning like light in
a dark-matter blender; furiously, the magic poured from Green to Funky Man,
filling his lungs with clean, disease free air, cleansing his skin of pain, of
scars, of the memory of scars, filling his muscles with blood and fat and
tissue, shoring up his bones to the sturdiness of trees. His hair, which had
been a gentle violet stubble, sprouted, grew, cascaded to his shoulders, to
his waist, past his hips, spangled with gold and silver and gleaming like the
night. Funky Man made a groan, a scream of surprise and ecstasy and the pain
of healing, the sound itself swallowed by Green's mouth as he continued to
spill healing born of the thunder of sex and the tenderness of love and
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