Alcuin and Hex

[just_hex]

Hex had finished his meal, bid Alcuin a farewell, and had gone to his quarters to clean up. It had been some time since he'd been with anyone intimately. He'd shared his body, but he had terrible luck with lovers unless they were Betazoid, and those were infrequent this far into the quadrant.

He hoped, though, that hearing about Alcuin's people, and his faith, that he might be able to share something of himself. Something deeper.

The chime sounded inside Alcuin's quarters, announcing Hex's arrival.

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[alcuin]

"Come," Alcuin said, and the door opened. It opened into a small living area that included a kitchen and a small table, and Alcuin had clearly just stood from one of the chairs. There was a bottle of wine and two glasses on it. He was wearing loose, flowing clothing with layers of translucent fabric that fluttered in ways that seemed to give glimpses of skin.

"Would you like some wine?" he asked pleasantly. "I thought we might talk for a bit." Because he could tell from their previous conversation that that was part of what Hex wanted.

[just_hex]

Hex had dressed in clothing from home. A soft green silk shirt with a straight collar peeked from under his toga draped over his shoulder and pinned at his hip. His dark gaze was soft and he nodded once.

"I'd love to try it," he nodded.

"I brought you this," he added, producing a box of pastry from Max's bakery. "We could share?"

[alcuin]

"Perfect," Alcuin said with a bright smile. "Come." He picked up the wine and balanced the glasses in his other hand, then led them into the other side of the living area, that was set off with a curtain. It was dim, lit with candles, and there were many pillows on the floor. Alcuin said, and gestured for Hex to join him.

"You look very nice," he said as he poured the wine. "Is this fashion from your homeworld?"

[just_hex]

"It is," he nodded. "I wear my med gear so much, it's nice to have an excuse to be more myself."

[alcuin]

Alcuin handed him one of the glasses. "It suits you," he said. "I feel fortunate to be in the presence of you as you see yourself." He reached for the one of the pastries. "And I know that you are curious about my home, but I would be honored to hear of yours as well."

[just_hex]

Hex smiled and took a pastry as well. He was happy to tell Alcuin all about Betazed, the culture and religion, the landscape, his favorite spots. And, as he spoke, Hex let himself relax. As he did, his ability to share his feelings with Alcuin simply...happened. Hex's excitement because Alcuin's own as he told of one festival Hex clearly enjoyed.

"I haven't been back in quite some time," he finished.

[alcuin]

Alcuin listened with obvious interest, which was clear from his body language as Hex spoke. Hex's happiness was palpable. Alcuin felt happy just listening to him. "It sounds absolutely wonderful," he said. "I can tell you miss it very much. What here reminds you the most of home?"

[just_hex]

"Here? Very little," he chuckled. "Is anything here at all like your home?"

[alcuin]

"Mmmmm I suppose not," Alcuin said. "Though sometimes I can pretend. Like right now. That I'm a Servant of Naamah again and not whatever terms the people here might use for what I do."

[just_hex]

"Tell me," Hex invited, curiosity burning to know more of the D'Angelines. He'd heard tales, but they were only tales. Alcuin was the only one who could truly tell him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin looked at him for a moment, and then began speaking with quiet reverence. Of blessed Elua, the son of the one true God who was cast out for loving humans too much. How he traveled with followers who loved him, and Naamah lay with strangers so that they could eat. And then gave herself to the king who captured Elua, in exchange for his freedom. How it was her sacrifice and love that inspired all of her acolytes, Alcuin among them. The structure of the Houses of the Night Court, and how Servants of Naamah and the acts they performed were holy acts. And that Ella's greatest precept was...

"... love as thou wilt," Alcuin finished quietly.

[just_hex]

Alcuin's tale was gripping and Hex let himself open to it, unguarded against the emotions that came up. His heart swelled as alcuin finished and he'd never wanted so much to feel it just the way Alcuin did.

"As thou wilt," he repeated, absolutely captivated.

[alcuin]

Alcuin smiled sweetly at him. "it's nice that you understand," he said. "It's been very strange being here, where the people I'm with... many of them are perfectly lovely, but I don't have any expectations that this all means the same for them that it does for me."

[just_hex]

"Betazoids, as a people, are empathic. Some are also...telepathic. I have the ability to not only understand your feelings. I can share mine as well," he said.

"I don't think anyone, except your own people, could understand the way I could."

He was only being honest. Hex had found most lovers had no interest in being that close.

[alcuin]

"I spent my whole life learning to read people so that I know what they desire," Alcuin said, then teased, "that's quite a shortcut." He reached out and put his hand on Hex's thigh.

[just_hex]

Hex immediately covered it with his own, then leaned in. He closed the distance quickly, his other hand coming to cradle Alcuin's neck.

"Really handy," Hex agreed before he kissed him...and let Alcuin feel just how eager he was to do it.

[alcuin]

Alcuin found himself moaning a little into the kiss, and he absolutely loved the way that this felt. He felt connected to Hex. And he knew that it was a characteristic of what Hex was and not some divine force. Though still.

He kissed him back and slid his hand farther up.

[just_hex]

Hex leaned in, then eased Alcuin down into the cushions. He was solid muscle under his clothes, and the D'Angeline seemed so delicate in his hands.

He could tell Alcuin wasn't fragile, though. Not that way.

His touch grew just a bit bolder, a bit rougher, and when he pushed his fingers into Alcuin's hair...he gripped hard.

The spark of want that hit him was surprising.

[alcuin]

Alcuin gasped in surprise, and felt the familiar spark of pleasure that came with pain. He wondered vaguely if Hex felt it, but couldn't bring himself to care. "Show me everything you want," he said breathlessly, arching against him.

[just_hex]

"First, I want you bare. I want to know your skin," he replied softly, finishing his wish with a soft kiss.

[alcuin]

Alcuin smiled and got to his feet, and began to peel out of the layers of flowing garment. "Would you like to go to the bed?"

[just_hex]

Hex nodded without hesitation.

"It would be best," he agreed.

He rose as well, undressing as he made his way to the bed. Beneath his clothes, he had felt solid. Bare, it was clear Hex was physical, with defined muscles used to sport and fitness.

[alcuin]

"You have a beautiful body," said Alcuin with a smile. Before getting onto the bed, he did a little slow turn for Hex, revealing a well-formed body and the tattoo covering his back. And one healed scar from a stab wound on his abdomen.

Then he slid onto the bed on his back and crooked a finger at him.

[just_hex]

Hex's curiosity was piqued and he studied Alcuin as he laid out.

"Your back..." he said in wonder. Can I see it?"

[alcuin]

"Of course," Alcuin smiled, and turned over onto his stomach, resting his head comfortable on his arms. "Explore all you like."

[just_hex]

At first, Hex only looked.

Then he moved closer.

And then he was compelled to touch it, to trace the lines of the branching tree that adorned him.

"Is this a part of Elua's teachings as well?" he asked.

[alcuin]

"It is the marque of a Servant of Naamah," Alcuin said softly. "To symbolize her running her nails along the back of patrons who pleased her."

[just_hex]

Hex hummed softly in understanding, then began tracing the nines with his own short nails. One line at first, then all four curled to carve the path inked into Alcuin's skin.

"Like that?" he asked.

[alcuin]

Alcuin found himself wishing for the explicit sting of sharp nails instead, but he said softly, “Yes.”

[just_hex]

Hex dragged his fingertips back up, light as a feather. He paused, truly felt Alcuin through his fingertips and deep into the man's heart.

"...Or like this?" he asked, dragging his nails with intention straight down his back.

[alcuin]

Alcuin gasped as a spark of pleasure went through him along with the bite of pain.

"Like that," he whispered. He knew Hex must feel it.

[just_hex]

He did feel it, stronger than he anticipated. It made his breath catch, then fade off in a low groan.

"That...if a gift from the gods," he agreed.

[alcuin]

"Yes, her name is Naamah," Alcuin said breathlessly. "The ability to endure pain, to restore balance."

[just_hex]

"Because there can be no pleasure without pain?" Hex asked curiously.

He considered that for a moment, reached out to try to truly understand, and scratched him again. This time as hard as his nails would allow.

Open as he was to Alcuin's emotions, he was still surprised to find himself groaning so wantonly.

[alcuin]

"No, there can be pleasure without pain. But there are people who inflict pain without compassion. I can... I can bear pain with ultimate compassion."

And then the nails dug into his back and he too groaned. "Please, Hex..."

[just_hex]

Hex didn't answer in words. He snaked his hand around and caught hold of Alcuin's throat and pulled him tight to his shoulder. The man could breathe, or he could struggle, but he couldn't do both.

"And what do you crave?" he asked softly into his ear.

[alcuin]

Alcuin struggled only briefly... and then breathed.

"Your cock," he gasped. "And... and whatever you want to give me."

[just_hex]

Hex ground his cock against Alcuin until he settled between his cheeks and began to rut. He kept him pulled tight to his shoulder.

"Pray," he simply said, then let his other hand grip Alcuin's cock to stroke him to the very edge.

And no farther.

[alcuin]

Alcuin moaned... and it became a frustrated keening sound when Hex stopped. "Please..." he whispered, body bucking. And it was genuine, too. He could tell Hex was enjoying this, so he didn't feel bad about it, but he was absolutely enjoying, too.

[just_hex]

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...weak," he scolded softly.

Light fingers drew simple shapes on Alcuin's belly.

"Is that bottle the lube?" he asked as he let go of Alcuin's throat to gesture to his bedside.

[alcuin]

"Yes," Alcuin said, eyes following.

"And I can be as strong as you like..."

[just_hex]

Hex chuckled warmly as he reached for the lube.

"I would rather you enjoy than endure," he assured him.

Slicking his fingers, Hex slipped one in, slowly, teasing, learning Alcuin's body as he opened his mind completely, sharing himself with Alcuin just as much as he could feel the other man within his mind and heart. Hex captured his mouth in a hungry kiss and moved so he could toy with Alcuin. Kissing his breath away, all while preparing him at a maddeningly slow pace.

Perhaps he'd meant enjoy and endure...

[alcuin]

It was overwhelming, honestly, but in the very best way. Alcuin could feel things that he knew were coming from Hex, and it was a completely new level of intimacy.

He allowed himself to react entirely honestly, knowing that Hex would feel it regardless. He moaned and whispered his name and dug his nails into his skin.