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### Sex God Saga 10
### Facilitating Friendship
Still Saturday:
Theo walked past the bar where bottles in silly shapes were backlit by neon strips. The Watcher moved within the bottles, its disembodied eyes sharpening to the sight of mediumship.
Keith was still in the same spot, now with a different girl clinging to his arm. The statue of Saint Lucy was right behind him, making it seem like her cyan halo hovered behind the Asian conjurer. Lucy’s eyes were blindfolded with neon tubes, giving Keith’s head even more backlight.
It was fucking unfair how hot he looked. Theo wanted to turn and go back upstairs and cuddle with Mako, Paris or both. He shouldn’t have to feel the heartache of Keith’s unreachability right after a great fuck.
“Hey Theo,” Keith said. “You look like a deer in the headlights. What’s up?”
“Just had a lot of fun upstairs. Still recovering, hehe.”
“I checked by the lounge. Only Paris and the Kims there.”
The ambiance changed to orange and purple, giving Keith a golden aura.
“Yeah, I w-was checking out the equipment.”
“Ah, tech nerd Mako, am I right? But you looked like you ran a marathon. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Hey, did you see that guy there? Cain Ho. White hair, looks too young to be here.”
Keith glanced at where Cain had just slipped through the crowd. A Veneer went up around them, glamouring their conversation. “Yeah, some free shaman. I’m sure we offered him a membership but he didn’t take it and I never talked to him. Probably some champion.”
“Is he? He seems… eerie.”
Keith shrugged. “Gods pick champions who fit them. Doesn’t mean it’s a happy relationship. If you’re at a point in your life where it seems like a good idea to bash your head against the wall and the god of head-wall bashing comes to you with a deal you’re desperate for and in exchange you gotta keep bashing your head…” He waved his hand.
“Please, tell me that god is hypothetical.”
“As far as I know. Now excuse me or Claire’s going to lose interest. A man’s gotta put the bros before the hoes but the hoes gotta be put somewhere.”
Theo slinked away, feeling all the tiredness he’d kept suppressing.
The first sight in the toilets was a plaster saint — holding a neon tube shaped into a fish — pissing from a tiny plaster dick into a basin. A scribble on the wall said ‘Saint Peeter’.
Maybe it was the exhaustion but Theo found that hilarious enough to chuckle until he noticed the vague shape in the mirror. An Outsider who had no intentions of hiding from him.
The blur resolved with a slight summon. Incu, the bull headed incubus. He had more of a torso now, a proper minotaur.
“Please, don’t go demon on me.”
“Worry not, little conjurer,” Incu said. “I would have liked you to devote that sex to me, but I was content observing. I was not the only one.”
“Yeah,” Theo said, wondering if the sex-muse would have made a better chaperone than Ace. But he liked making gay friends.
“Would you devote some to me in the future?”
“Not sure that’s… convenient. Sorry.”
He glanced around. Nobody was in any of the stalls. It was weirdly quite. Incu’s doing?
“A Venture then, perhaps,” the Outsider said and altered his Visage to become a spectral Keith, shirtless, exposed down to the navel. Slender beauty.
Theo looked away. “Fuck no. What are you pulling?”
“I can tell you how to conquer him. You desire him, don’t you? It requires no magic. Mere words. The groundwork it already laid.”
It dizzied Theo to hear. He clutched the rim of the basin.
### ### ###
Theo’s notes:
Outsiders can lie.
Few do, since their reputations get them more V in the long term, but some muses specialize in tricking shamans into worshipping them for Veneration — or trick people toward Venality. Sometimes even Baseliners.
“At that point, they’re halfway to demonhood. Super-slippery slope.” -Keith
### ### ###
But what if there really was a way to land his crush?
“No,” Theo said. “Even if I believed you, you’re a muse of sex, not of lasting, healthy relationships. The way I want Keith is not what you can give me. Or anyone. And I have at least one boyfriend now, even if everything’s weird about it and- Why am I talking to you?”
Incu took his old minotaur form again. “I can grant many of your desires. I can get you closer to goals I’m not specializing in as well. Did you know Keith used a muse like me, once upon a time, to improve his game, before settling on Melisandre? You could gain more from your power if you let me in.”
Theo let his shoulder’s drop. “I know you’re not a demon by our classification but that’s the sort of thing a demon says in a movie. If I were the hero I’d shatter the mirror all dramatically and shit.”
“As you wish,” Incu said and faded.
Theo splashed his face with cool water. His life had improved in many ways since stumbling into the Mysterium. But some things were harder, too. He wondered if he had made an unwitting deal with the god of bashing his head into a wall.
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Theo spotted Fulin and stayed back, unseen, feeling a little dumbstruck.
The Green Dawn alpha wore a shirt of red flannel with the sleeves torn off that was too small for him and only connected with two buttons at the bottom of his chest. His legs were in gym shorts. Light-up rings decorated his wrists. Puppy face, buzz cut, nose ring, yin-yang tattoos — he was made for this party douche aesthetic. He swagger-walked to the rhythm of the music, his dick-print shrunken to something halfway reasonable.
He was getting some female attention and a *lot* of male one. He beamed at every compliment guys threw toward his muscles.
With him was Celeste Lee, the Dusk Howlers’ Bloomdancer. Her hair was in two buns. She wore a sheer dress over spacey clothing that bordered on skimpy.
Theo drew close as the two Primals separated, Celeste moving to the bar.
Fulin was fixated on a trio of tipsy women who giggled as he flexed his arms. More girls looked on.
Theo took a deep breath of not-so-delicious club air and threw himself into Fulin’s chest.
“Hey honey!”
Fulin’s smile faltered, then turned into a wide grin. “Missed me?”
“Hardly,” Theo said. “I fucked Mako. What if I don’t need you anymore?”
Fulin grabbed Theo’s head, digging into his hair. Under some excited girls’ squeals, the muscleman kissed Theo’s neck.
“You want this, faggot,” Fulin said into Theo’s ear.
“I dunno. Mako is much nicer than you. And he kissed me on the lips.”
Fulin grabbed Theo by the hips and tossed him in the air, onto his own hips. He pressed his crotch into Theo’s and let him feel the dick pulsing to greater size for a second. “You like asshole douchebags, though. You like being an alpha’s dumb bitch, faggot.”
Theo’s resolve and courage crumbled. He wanted to beg and worship. “Yes sir.”
Fulin let him drop. “Fuck. I *just* got here. You have such an effect on me. Where did you fuck Mako? Show me.”
“We already gave the key back. You’d have to ask Paris.”
Fulin pushed Theo ahead. “He’s upstairs right? He’ll say yes? Does he want to watch? Join?”
Theo twisted around while walking. “You’d be okay with that?”
“Anything if it gets me your ass.”
“You’re kinda scary when you’re this serious.”
Fulin shrugged. “Too scary to get my dick sucked?”
“…No?”
“Then suck it up, faggot. I’m serious about getting your ass.”
Paris was in fact in the lounge, getting a lap dance from Ace. They didn’t seem serious about it, more like a tipsy dare or experiment, but Theo kind of wished he’d gotten to see them take it further.
Willow, Vienna, Duke and Chase were playing a drinking game.
“Hi Ace,” Fulin said. “Shit, I forgot you’re here because of me. Babysitting took forever. You met Theo yet?”
“Tank, my boy. Sure did meet Tee. I watched… when… a thing…”
Theo used the opportunity to grope Fulin’s pecs under the flannel. “I told him about Mako.”
“Ah,” Ace said. “I watched that. Jizzed on Tee’s face.”
Fulin chuckled. “You’re such a slut.”
“Me or Ace?” Theo asked.
“You,” Fulin said. “My cousin’s a king who happens to be gay, you’re a faggy fuckhole, twink.”
Theo thought about sending a ‘pulse’ but he had made a promise to himself to never do that again without a lot of talk beforehand. He pinched Fulin’s nipple and got a reaction plus a growl.
“So, Paris,” Fulin said. “My lovely royal icon, my hero, my friend from the good old days. I heard you can get us a little hideout.”
Paris raised his hands I defeat and got up. “Sorry Tank. I had to give the shack key back. They’re having an act perform. No place in Neon Sin to fuck in peace. No spare dressing room, no backstage.”
“Toilet stall?” Fulin asked.
“With your shoulder width?” Paris asked.
“Oh come on. If I can have a threesome with two dudes, you can leave your palace for a cabin.”
Paris frowned then laughed. “I didn’t know I was invited to join.”
Fulin hugged Theo tightly. “I mean if I *can* have this hole all to myself, I’ll take it.”
“No no,” Paris said. “I’m in, I’m just surprised I didn’t have to fight you on that. Anyway, I’ll be back in a second. Don’t start without me.”
“Bring me a drink, please. Beer.”
Paris chuckled. “Of course. Gotta keep it heterosexual while you rail boy hole.”
Theo kept pressing himself into Fulin even when the Primal loosened his grip. “Fulin?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t call me names outside of sex.”
“Only if you call me sir in general from now.”
“What? No.”
“Okay, no deal then, faggot.”
It was pathetically hot to get degraded and overridden like that. Theo groped Fulin’s dick and felt the dazzle fade — or the metamorphosis revert, whichever it was — as the tool turned immense again.
“You’ll need a chaperone, right?” Ace said. “I’m in.”
“Isn’t it… weird?” Theo asked, nodding at the maroon haired man’s cousin.
“Yeah, but it’s more hot tavşanlı escort than it’s weird.”
Paris returned, out of breath. “Rented the lounge beside this one. We gotta stay low, so the folks on the dancefloor can’t see.”
Theo looked at the three lounges on the opposite side. “What about those?”
Paris grinned. “Rented those, too. Should be clearing out now in a minute.”
### ### ###
Ace leaned against the door as if to guard it.
The three men on the sofa were naked within seconds.
Fulin took a sip from his beer and grunted. “Paris, my friend, we gotta get your bitch a jockstrap or something.”
“I find myself surprisingly in agreement,” Paris said. “Although I suspect you just don’t like to look at dicks, huh? I can think of a few things Theo would look good in.”
The shaman was squeezed in between the Primal alpha and the Stygian prince — their legs touching his legs. The tops were jerking themselves hard, slowly. Theo’s dick was chubbing but he resolved not to touch it. His hands traced the shoulder blades of his tops.
“Never thought,” Paris said, “I’d get to see the Tank’s barrel in action. I confess, I was always hoping you’d leak a sex tape or something.”
“Don’t have any.”
“Really, Tank? By your degree of self-love?”
Fulin shrugged, massive legs apart, squeezing Theo in. Another beer sip. “Chicks can’t take my real size. Chicks don’t like dick pics. No point.”
“I can film,” Ace offered, chuckling. Fulin flashed him a middle finger without looking.
“Time to start,” Paris said and pushed Theo’s head into the alpha’s crotch.
Theo started licking, kissing and sucking the dick which was much too big to fit into his mouth. First gear was enough make Fulin tense up, then fully relax. He put the bottle on the table under Thomas Aquinas’ glowing eyes. “Fucking fuck, yes.”
Theo was on all fours on the sofa. Pressure at his rear and hands gripping his hips told him Paris wasn’t waiting. He had no separate way of controlling his power for each entrance so Paris got as much as Fulin.
“Tank, buddy,” the prince said. “Since I’m kindly sharing my bitch with you, may I have a go at the barrel?”
“That’s not what I call my dick,” Fulin said. “I’m not that tacky. Honestly, if the faggot steps it up, you could cut a kidney out of me and I wouldn’t care.”
Paris hit Theo’s ass. “You heard him, slut. Next level.”
Theo started mixing first and second gear. There was no more talking. Fulin was a wall of abs in front of his face, rubbing off on him with spasms and tremors. Paris’ fucking was shaky but deep, using the prince’s whole body for thrust.
The two tops were making enough noise Theo wasn’t sure the club’s music would fully cover them.
Fulin’s violence increased, slapping Theo all over while Paris held the bottom’s head in place by the neck, against the alpha’s face humping.
During a moment of first gear, Theo managed to look up. Ace was closer now, leaning on the low sofa backrest.
“What is it like?” Ace asked. “Can I get a description? Tank?”
“Right now,” Fulin said through huffs, “it’s ‘only’ up there with the best sex ever. Like after an hour of edging.”
Paris sighed deeply. “I keep thinking I’m definitely cumming this time, every five seconds.”
“But there’s more,” Fulin said. “Isn’t there, faggot? Come on, blow my mind again. That’s iiiiiit fuuuuuuhhh-“
Theo mixed in some max level and the tops collapsed over him. They narrowly avoided rolling off the sofa.
Fulin punched Theo in the side to turn him around. “Turn. Turn, fuckhole!”
Paris stayed inside Theo while the bottom rolled onto his back. “I thought you didn’t want to see a dick?”
“Don’t care,” Fulin said. “I want to be inside that fuckslut. Throatrape it.”
The alpha stood up, surely visible to the crowd below. His face took on an expression of focus while his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. Theo granted Paris a full power moment while the Primal shrank his dick.
It was probably half its previous size when Fulin came back onto the sofa and grabbed Theo’s jaw, holding him in place. The dick worked its way in.
The bottom’s magic powers were working with him, but not as much as they did for his ass. It was a struggle but Fulin kept a rhythm going that allowed Theo to breathe, even at third gear.
“Man,” Ace said. “I can tell when he goes all out cause you two look like you’re fighting for your lives every time.”
Except he was wrong. Theo didn’t use full power during a blowjob because that made the top lose control. The tops knew that, too, since no more max power spikes were coming. They seemed content for a while.
“Trade you?” Paris said.
“Sick of that ass?” the alpha asked.
“Never, but I want to see you at true size in my slut.”
“Can do, your majesty.”
Theo expected them to swap positions around him, but the moment Paris had pulled out, Fulin grabbed him and spun him around like he weighed nothing.
The alpha stuck his half-sized dick tekirdağ escort in and started fucking. Theo didn’t dare to go past first gear. Paris nice, dark cock rubbed on his lips and invaded.
Before his vision was taken up by the prince’s slender, black body, Theo saw the eager stare Paris directed at the dick sinking into his ass.
Fulin went big. It felt so much better than Theo had remembered. Was there even a way to feel anything better than this? What more could his power grant? Apparently a lot since the tops remained eager for higher levels.
Theo risked using his full power and Fulin went nuts, fucking so wild he practically slammed the arching Theo into Paris’ crotch and kept pushing the prince toward the edge of the sofa’s u-shape.
“Guys,” Ace said. “Keep this up and someone’s gonna see that pretty royal backside humping something.”
Theo let them drag him back to the sofa’s center and kept going.
The Stygian top was kindly holding almost still, rubbing his dickhead on the bottom’s tongue and letting him help out with a hand. Theo could have kept this up for an hour although he was hoping for a change in position at some point. Moving between gears was as instinctual as shifting his hips.
The alpha’s dick was just too good. Theo wasn’t losing his sanity but it almost felt like he should. Seriously, too good.
It was annoying him that the perfect dick wasn’t on his potential boyfriend but on a straight jock who — as much as he was a cute, babysitting puppy — was an asshole. It also annoyed Theo how much Fulin was right — he craved a jock being mean to him.
Paris dropped back with a long sigh. “C-can we take a break. I’m going to drop. Seriously. Maybe I just need to rehydrate. Need a sip, babe?”
“Please, sir.”
Fulin pulled out, too. “Okay. Give me five.” He slapped Theo’ legs shut, making the bottom roll onto his side. “Don’t flash me your dick when I’m not fucking you, faggot.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“You better be, hehe.”
“Guys,” Ace said, looking at his phone. “We got a situation.”
Paris pulled his own phone from the tangle of clothes at the sofa edge. “Shit. Okay, Tank, were done here.”
“Can we come back?” Fulin asked, concerningly angry.
“Maybe it can wait… a minute. Slut, make us cum fast.”
Fulin pushed his dick back into Theo all the way. The blond shaman arched and exhaled, eyes wide.
“S-slow, sir, please.”
Fulin spat in his face. “What was that?”
“I… thank you, sir.”
The alpha leaned in, hands on Theo’s shoulders, touching his neck. “Give me nothing less than maximum. Drain my cock, faggot.”
Theo complied and watched Fulin got crazy, fucking into him like he wanted to vibrate him to pieces.
The shaman waited until Ace waved him to hurry up and made Fulin cum. The top whined, grabbed Theo by the neck, leaned in and screamed in his face with an expression so angry Theo felt fear. Precum trickled off Theo’s dick onto his abs.
Fulin pushed himself away and collapsed against the backrest, breath going hard. Cum squirted from the bottom’s hole.
Paris laid on top of Theo, humped his dick into him and hugged him tight. It was romantic and gentle by comparison but a max power race to orgasm was a hard fuck even with the caring embrace of the prince.
By the time Fulin was dressed, Paris added his load to the alpha’s and held Theo tightly.
“Okay… I can think again,” Paris said. “If your power didn’t take a break after cumming, babe, I don’t know what I’d do.”
Ace sat down next to them. “The situation?”
“Right,” the prince said and sat up. “Sorry, my little slut but it’s about you.”
“What?”
“Preliminary attachment to your file.” Ace held up his phone. It played a video. A room lit by neon in various colors falling in through slits between the wall segments. A hot Japanese guy with a blissed out but crying face humping with abject despair into a blond twink laying with his chest on a crate, huffing Rush. Ace wasn’t in view.
Mako looked scarily terrified as he learned about one of the higher levels of power.
“Fuck.”
Ace pulled the phone away. “Alias account. Mako is tracking it. He’s the admin but he’s not at his computer right now. And he just texted me. He had already set it to ‘no downloads’, now it’s taken down.”
“Still leaves the question of who,” Paris said. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t stand guard. I just left you guys there. I should have told Chase… Is Chase a suspect now?”
Theo got dressed, feeling raw and satisfied. He wanted to keep cuddling with somebody.
“Mako again,” Ace said. “It’s from Aaron’s phone.”
“Let’s go,” Fulin said. “We’ll find that fucker.” He grinned at Theo. “It’s nothing new for a cockslut but they can’t do my boy Mako like this.”
Theo hummed and glanced down at his shoes as he slipped into them.
Fulin put a finger under Theo’s chin and made him look up. “Hey dude, it was a joke. I’m not horny anymore, so I’m nice again.”
“Oh, right,” Theo said. “I like nice Fulin a lot.”
The alpha flexed in his sleeveless flannel. “I’m a protector. You’re my charge. Simple as fuck. Come on.” He nodded and swaggered out.
Ace was spinning the dagger in his hand until they reached the stairs and the Primal in mesh, fishnets and a harness glamoured the blade away at his boot again. “Blood Drop’s never tasted Aaron but Duke is straight ahead.”
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