purplepimphats | Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

Well, the old one has served us well, but it's two years old there's a new game out and hopefully this will bring in a whole bunch more activity.

the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.

-one request per comment.

-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.

-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.

-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.

-a list of kinks to get you started.

-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.

-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.

A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.

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30 or 40-somethings Garet/Isaac. Isaac is overworking himself and Garet wants to get him to loosen up and take a break.
Set in the Goma cabin, in the middle of papers and books and writing material. Either smut, or fluffy gen with the kids running around them driving them crazy.

THIS.

Thirded.
~~Especially on the smut side.~~

Like this

Also, why did I not even notice this second round until just now? D:

Why did I not even notice this second round until just now? D:

Also, I really hope that this doesn't end up as a double-post.

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Oh god, I was lead to believe there would be a climax... and ended up laughing my ass off. Good job, author!anon!

Thank you, Anon! OP had quite a laugh at the kids' antics (Tyrell ♥) and the sex was steeaamin'~ Plus I like that you worked in the mom without them being an obstacle at aaaaaall. Yay for Jenna! ♥

Awesome. You're welcome OP, and I'm glad you liked it (along with the other two reviewers who were kind enough to comment). :D

Still, I wish I had actually proofread it before spontaneously posting it - all those inconsistencies, repetitions, errors, and MISSING WORDS kind of make me sad.

In a bad way.

Uh, if you still want, I could try reposting the (hopefully) finalized version that I just completed; merely added some extra details to make things (hopefully) flow better, grammar and word choice corrections, and additional crap.

However, I'm not sure if that's allowed...

You could do this any number of ways if you want. If you're going to deanon with it, you could post your journal and link it from there. If you want to stay anon, you could repost it and I can screen the original post, or you can repost it and leave the original up. It's not like we're in danger of maxing the comment post. Whichever you prefer /o/.

Oh, sure. May you screen the original... 10 parts for the fill? I'll repost the new one after that happens.

done!

This whole thing was fucking brilliant. I especially loved the parts with the kids derping around like kids. XD Kids being silly + hot sex = best thing everrrr.

Thanks, /mod... kink meme mod... uh... I don't know what exactly I'm supposed to put there.

Copied and pasted from original fill:

This came out a HELL of a lot longer than I had anticipated. And I'm kind of disappointed with the way I wrote the... uh... sex. Oh, well.

For OP, fluffy smut! Or smutty fluff! Whatever. And I apologize if you're not happy with it; especially so if you don't like the humor because everything I've ever written has some form of crack in it. :(

---

Garet glared at him. Papers were strewn about in a pitiful attempt to clear the table as they sat, scrutinizing each other.

It was poker night.

Isaac had come up with the idea one day, and they decided to stick with it. It was pretty much routine between them, play cards and discuss life… not that they had much to talk about since they were currently living together with their sons in the middle of nowhere. However, the games weren’t detrimental and helped provide them with some form of entertainment, so they humored themselves.

“Got any fives?” Garet purposely asked.

“We’re not playing Go Fish,” Isaac deadpanned, and then they went back to staring at each other.

It was like a routine. Garet would try to rile the other man up and have his attempts promptly put down. So he’d try something else, and then be put down again anyway. And after losing, he’d gripe over his cards and hand over a pocketful of coins to Isaac, which were immediately returned the next day.

Honestly, it was pretty damned sad, Garet mused.

Tyrell and Matthew wanted to try playing with them one day, and only that day, since they were bored out of their minds after they lost rather quickly. After that, the game went back to just the two of them as false hostilities arose. Matthew spent more time downstairs reading cheesy romance novels from Isaac’s no-longer-secret porn stash, while Tyrell went for the smut.

They didn’t mind. Garet knew that Isaac didn’t mean any his insults, and Isaac tolerated Garet’s obnoxious questions; they were a part of the game, after all. It got their minds off training.

…But…

These days, Isaac was becoming more impatient. More agitated. More… introverted.

Something was up.

At that enlightening thought, Garet had written a letter to Jenna, leaving Isaac to train the kids on using swords as he left to send it to Kalay. A few days later, a vaguely singed package arrived with an equally singed letter. Obviously, it was from Jenna, and Garet read its contents. What amounted to the letter was pretty much “Are you stupid?” and “Get him drunk.”

Needless to say, that threw him for a loop. Sure, the three of them knew each other the longest and trusted each other with their lives… and then there was that drunken threesome that they had in celebration after lighting the Mars Lighthouse. Mia had told them that Piers and Sheba had restrain Felix that night. It was just that, since they were married, Garet didn’t want to get in between them.

Apparently, Jenna didn’t mind.

Isaac coughed loudly, snapping Garet out of his thoughts. The blond pursed his lips, “Are you playing or not?”

Garet frowned.

“Well?”

“Let’s just call it a night. Whoever has the better hand wins, okay?” He put down his cards, three of a kind, and Isaac hesitated before doing the same, a pair.

He won. That wasn’t right. He never won against him in poker. Several coins were placed directly in front of him.

“Looks like I lose,” Isaac feigned a grin, smile not reaching his eyes, as he stood up and started reshuffling the cards into a pile. After finishing, he picked out several sheets of paper and went back to idly scribbling notes as he looked at Mt. Aleph from the window, wincing slightly from the soreness in his arms after practically a day’s worth of swinging a heavy broadsword.

Garet noticed the heavy bags under his eyes. “Isaac—“

“Go to sleep.”

Now he was getting angry. “And what about you?”

Isaac seemed to take the hint by the change in his tone. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll go to bed later.”

“You’d better.”

---

The next morning, Tyrell found him slumped on the table when he went to pick up a fishing rod, but didn’t mention it to anybody. He shrugged it off, heading out to meet up with Matthew for their short fishing trip; what Isaac did wasn’t really any of his business.

Isaac groggily woke up thanks to the sounds of an explosion followed by hysterical cackling. He rubbed his temples and quickly skimmed through his notes, straining his eyes as he tried to clear his vision. He froze upon realizing that he had slept in later than usual due to the orange tint of the sunlight streaming through the windows, and hastily swiped a small scroll from a cupboard and ran to the door.

He didn’t get very far when the collar of his jacket was yanked backwards, and he was sent tumbling awkwardly toward the staircase. He swore loudly when his forehead collided with a crate.

“Uh,” a gruff voice started, “Oops.”

Isaac whirled around, which worsened his pounding headache. “Garet! What the hell?!” he shouted, bleeding profusely before coming to his senses and casting Cure on himself.

Well, that didn’t go right. He tried to go for another plan, patting his arm. They both noticed that it was his uninjured one. “How about taking the day off?”

”No! I’ve wasted enough time as it is!” Isaac turned around and attempted to run away again. He almost fell over to his side when Garet’s patting turned into a vice-like grip. “Let go.”

“Isaac.”

”What.”

“Look,” Garet began, “You need to stop—“

“Listen to me. I don’t have the luxury of time to play aro—“

“No. You listen to me.” He enunciated each word with a rough shake. “You’re not alone in this, and there are others who are willing to help! So stop trying to be a damn martyr and relax for once!”

“I can’t. The Wise One chose me to watch over Mt. Aleph and protect Weyard. I’m not going to fail—“

“See? This is what I’m talking about! You’re only one person. One. You can’t take responsibility for everything, and you have us to back you up if you need help!” Garet yelled. “We care about you, alright? Jenna and Ivan are worried about you. I’m worried, too. A day off wouldn’t kill you. Hell, maybe a few hours’ worth! You haven’t been acting normal and you’re becoming more and more closed off. And you haven’t been eating or sleeping right. You also look sick, and…”

“You’re acting like your damn wife,” Isaac replied without thinking. He instantly regretted it when Garet’s expression fell, hurt and betrayed, and his grip faltered before it tightened painfully.

“Don’t you ever talk about her like that,” Garet snarled and slammed him against the bookcase, several tomes slipping off from the impact. Talking about his wife, namely his former wife, was taboo between them, and he had completely forgotten. Isaac opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted when Garet shouted, raising a fist to strike him, “You don’t know what happened! I tried, okay?!”

Isaac closed his eyes and waited for the blow, but nothing came. Opening them greeted him with the sight of the other man rooted to the spot, unmoving.

He remained silent as he watched his friend fall to pieces. Garet’s body shook and a small hiss escaped from his lips. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, arm falling to his side as he exhaled brokenly.

“…Yeah,” Isaac quietly agreed, clumsily wrapping his free arm around him, “Yeah… I know. I’m sorry.”

Garet released his grip and stood to the side. Isaac frowned. “If it’ll make you feel any better, I can take a break right now.”

“…”

“Garet?”

“…This is pretty damned sad,” he croaked as Isaac glanced at him in the process of picking up the scroll that dropped during their tirade. “I’m supposed to be helping you relax, and yet you try to cheer me up.”

“You stopped me from working, so I’d say that you succeeded.” Isaac walked over to him and patted his back. He wryly added, “Unorthodox as it was.” Garet didn’t respond, so he tried to change the subject. “So…”

He turned to look at the blond.

“What’s in the package?”

It worked. That was one of the many reasons why he liked spending time with Garet; he was willing to forgive and forget, regardless of what he did. Or maybe he had an incredibly selective attention span. He blinked, feigning stupidity. “What package?”

Isaac deadpanned, “I live here, you know. And it’s hard to miss that box located near the front door.” He pointed at that general direction where, lo and behold, a box was positioned behind a barrel. He affixed him with a flat stare, “I see that you’re still terrible at hiding things.”

Garet rolled his eyes and walked over to it. “Shut up.” When he returned with it in his arms, Isaac was seated behind the table again. He bristled, “I thought we agreed that—“

“Lighten up,” he said, “This is the only table big enough for it.”

Garet idly scanned the room, attempting to look like an upholstery consultant, and rubbed his chin, “’M yes, good sir. I must say that this place is quite a dump.”

Isaac laughed, “Hey, if you want another one, build it yourself.”

“I did. You know what happened last time.”

“Refresh my memory. I tend to forget things easily,” he lied.

“One word: Tyrell.”

Isaac paused. “Burst into flames?”

“Yeah.” Garet snorted. “Kid’s got passion, but he needs self-control. Now if only someone other than his own father helped with that…” He juggled the package between his hands.

“Matthew’s not ready to teach,” Isaac replied, purposely missing the point, and chuckled slightly as Garet fumbled with the box at that unintelligent response.

He grumbled something to himself before yelling, “Catch!” and hurling it at Isaac. Considering that he was still exhausted, he didn’t react in time and fell over with a groan when it connected with his face.

Oh, right. I forgot he was still tired.

---

After casting Cure on himself again, while scowling at a sheepish Garet, Isaac placed the package on the table. Garet helped by pushing some papers back to make some room for it, not without Isaac nagging at him.

“Don’t mix them up.”

“Yes, mother.”

Rubbing his newly bruised shoulder courtesy of a certain blond, Garet pulled a chair and positioned it backwards, crossing his arms on the headrest as he took a seat opposite to Isaac. He stared at the agonizingly slow process of unpeeling that Isaac was doing and made an offhand comment about him treating it as if it was a newborn baby.

Isaac replied with a mature “Shut up” followed up with an “Unlike you, I want to conserve” at which Garet looked at him strangely. Isaac crumpled the wrapping and tossed it at his head; it bounced off harmlessly.

He blinked.

“Ale?” Isaac asked after unraveling two bottles wrapped in a familiar off-red cloth. He slowly removed it, held it by one end, and snapped it to the side to rid it of the wrinkles. Garet curiously watched on as the gears in Isaac’s head started to work again. In his hands was Jenna’s old dress, and a warm smile spread across the blond’s face before he unceremoniously pressed it against his face, reveling in her scent.

Garet playfully made vomiting noises in the background.

Isaac glowered at him and carefully placed it in a nearby chest. Upon returning to his seat, Garet dryly said, “Subtle.” The blond rolled his eyes and read the contents of a small note that was placed between the bottles:

Garet told me what was going on and I agree. You need to relax. If not, just humor him, please? Even though you’re my husband, he’s still my friend and I care about him too, and both of us worrying about you won’t be worthwhile if nothing good comes from it.

-Jenna

P.S. Your bottle’s the one with the red label.

Below that was a badly drawn caricature of what he assumed to be Jenna in a provocative pose, or the Doom Dragon suffering from an aneurysm. He couldn’t tell. He also felt the inklings of guilt in the recesses of his of mind again.

“You cared enough to actually ask for help even when you never do so for most other reasons?” He stood quietly, disappointed in himself. He honestly had no idea that it had affected Garet that much. Isaac apologized again, “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

No response.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Garet’s fingers surreptitiously clamoring for his bottle, and he calmly swiped it away from him, smirking at his annoyed expression.

“Don’t worry. The other one’s yours.”

Garet beamed and reached over for his, uncorking it as he pulled it back. He raised it in a toast, looking at Isaac expectantly. “To Jenna?”

“To Jenna,” he agreed, and then he added, “for getting two grown men drunk off of their asses when they should be taking care of their sons.”

“Hear, hear!” Garet laughed.

---

Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…

“I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Matthew mumbled, wiping his forehead with a small towel as he placed his sword down on the grass.

“Who?” Karis asked from near the tent, her eyes glued to his bare chest with feigned disinterest. She had accidentally stumbled upon the two on her trip to hang out with them. Well, Tyrell almost decapitated her when his mistook her for some rare monster, and she retaliated by flinging him into a tree with a small tornado.

“He means dad and his dad,” Tyrell’s bored voice came from the side. Matthew walked over to his hunched form.

“What are you doing?”

“Killing ants,” he replied simply as he angled the small shard of glass in his hand slightly while the other, which currently held a fireball, moved in tandem. The redhead didn’t look up as he stretched his back, still recovering from the slowly healing bruise. “They’re probably doing something lame like talking or eating.”

“And killing ants isn’t?” Karis asked.

“Of course not. It’s manly.” At that, Karis sighed and Matthew pulled on his own shirt, much to her dismay, before he went to go look for some firewood.

---

Back in the cabin…

Garet grimaced. Tilting his bottle to see if there was anymore ale left inside, he glanced at Isaac. “This stuff isn’t as strong as I thought.”

“I’m aware of that, but just be thankful that Jenna sent us some,” Isaac muttered, not that he disagreed with his sentiments. It also tasted strange, much like it was faintly diluted with herbs and barely any alcohol.

Minutes before, his headache came back quickly for a reason that he couldn’t discern while his vision blurred and his body felt uncomfortably hot. His condition became worse as time went on. Raising a hand to wipe the sweat of his brow, he exhaled uneasily. Garet noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor and quickly stood up from his seat. “…Isaac?”

He waved him off. “I’m fine. It’s just… It’s just that I’m… I need…” His breaths came out in harsh pants. “I need some water…” His fingers fumbled with a nearby pitcher of water and accidentally knocked it onto the floor, drenching some of his newer notes. He muttered a pensive curse and crouched to pick up the wet sheets before doubling over, clutching one of the table’s legs. The impact sent one of the bottles rolling off and shattering, strangely leaving the red label intact as it slowly peeled off, revealing a completely different… label… under…

The bottle.

“Isaac, what the hell’s wrong?” Garet rushed over to his side and pulled him to his feet. He noted with alarm that Isaac was shivering before the blond pulled away from him, dropping back onto the floor to pick up some red paper with some waterlogged ink on it. His knuckles went white after quickly skimming over the note.

Damn it, Jenna…

---

Somewhere in Kalay…

A certain Mars Adept sneezed.

---

Back in the cabin…

“Hey, Garet?” Isaac, still kneeling down, forced a grin as he turned around to face him. “I’m going to go out for a—“

“No. You’re in no condition for that.”

Damn. “How about picking something up for me?”

“That can wait.”

“What about—“

“You don’t look so good. Do you need anything?“

“Garet, please,” he begged, growing increasingly desperate. “I need to be alone.”

“Other than that. Anything else?”

”No.”

“But—“

“Get out. Now,” he ordered, angering him.

“Hey! I’m trying to… be…” Garet trailed off when Isaac’s shivering worsened. He bent down to his level and shook him by the shoulders. “Isaac. Seriously, tell me what’s wrong.”

The blond shrugged off his hand and took hold of it before shoving it between his thighs, pressing it against his obvious hardon. Garet froze. ”There… You get it now?”

---

Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…

“Are you sure about this?” Matthew cried, stranded on a boulder that was being kept afloat with his psynergy in the middle of a small lake. Looking quite miserable yet adorable, Karis mused.

“Definitely! Now don’t do ANYTHING until I tell you to!” Tyrell shouted from the opposite edge. He ignored Matthew’s sarcastic “What about breathing?” comment. Karis glumly stood by his side, carrying their fishing rods. “I’m pretty sure that you just scared them all off with your yelling.”

“Doubt it. Don’t fret milady.” He mockingly bowed at her, and she resisted the urge to shove him into the lake. “Plans from The Great Tyrell, The Epitome of Awesome, have never failed.”

“Are… are you serious?”

“When am I not?” he asked. She chose not to answer. He turned his attention back to the blond. “Now! Very quietly! Aim that plant psynergy of yours at the bottom of the lake!”

”What?”

”That! Plant! Psynergy! Aim it at the bottom of the lake!”

”Which one?”

”How the hell should I know?”

“…Stupid boys,” Karis muttered and shouted at Matthew’s general direction. ”Growth!”

”Ohhh! Right!” he replied, giving her thumbs up.

”Yeah, that!” the redhead screeched. ”But do it quietly!” Matthew tilted his head and pantomimed fruitlessly in attempt to ask “How?”

”I don’t know!” Tyrell supplied helpfully.

“Oh, for god’s sake…” Karis slapped her forehead. ”Ignore what the idiot said and just do it!”

”Hey!”

Another thumbs up from Matthew, and then he just stood there, staring blankly. Karis wanted to shove them both into the lake. “Not aga—“

”GROWTH!!”

With a flash of light, the water rippled as dozens upon dozens of fish were raised above the surface, tangled in the weeds that kept them from flopping off. She blinked and dropped the rods, slack-jawed.

”Yeah!” Tyrell cheered, fists clenched in accomplishment. Matthew, feeling rather drained, tried to raise his own to return the cheer, but then the boulder plummeted into the water and he sank almost immediately. Unfortunately, it went unnoticed by the other two, who were still staring at the multitude of fish that they (actually, he) caught.

“It worked…” Flabbergasted, Karis gained a newfound respect for the Mars Adept. “It actually worked!” Tyrell struck a heroic pose.

“Of course it worked! I’m amazing! Tyrell the Magnificent, The King of Badasses, is always right whenever the situation calls for it!”

“…Wasn’t your subtitle ‘The Epitome of Awesome’?”

He nonchalantly stared at her and shrugged. “It changes whenever I feel like it. Deal.”

She gave in to temptation and shoved him into the lake. Matthew, who had just reached the bay, threw a fish at him.

---

Back in the cabin…

The heat from his body felt good. Far too good. That haze was clouding his judgment and he needed more. Much more.

Garet didn’t regain his bearings in time until Isaac sidled up against him, chest to chest, craning his neck over his shoulder as he ground his crotch against Garet’s hand. “A little help here?”

Garet pulled away to his disappointment. “But Jenna—“

“—knows and says it’s okay…” he finished, one hand reaching for his buckle and zipper as the other fished out that small sheet of paper and displayed it to him:

Have fun, you two! Be sure not to drink all of it… but where’s the fun in that?
Play nice, Isaac. You know what it does to you.

-Jenna

P.S. I’ll have it ready for you the next time we see each other. <3

P.S.S. Bring Garet along too. I don’t want him to feel left out. Besides, it’ll be like our first time.

Below that was a small doodle of three stick figures having sex… or some random Xianese symbol that they weren’t familiar with.

Garet didn’t even finish reading half of it before Isaac pounced, knocking over a small pile of papers. “Stop gawking and help me,” the blond muttered, frantically jerking off. He paused slightly and grabbed one of the other man’s hands, dragging it between his thighs and then placing it on his erection. Garet sluggishly wrapped his fingers around Isaac’s cock, to which he thrust into.

“Isaac, wait…” He let go.

“What?” he growled, all the while going back to masturbating.

“You’ve never acted like this when we… uh… experimented.”

“Jenna… Aphrodisiac… Come on, already.” Isaac sighed when Garet’s hand returned to his cock. He turned his gaze to look up at the blond, who was straddling him.

“Aphrodi… Aphri… What?”

“Sex drug,” Isaac gritted out, removing his trench coat. He reached over and yanked Garet forward by the lapels of his jacket, muttering, “Now stop talking and make it fast,” before sloppily kissing him. The other man’s mustache kind of ruined the effect.

That didn’t last long either since Garet had yet again removed his hand from the blond’s erection, earning him another irritated grunt and an even louder one when Isaac felt his arms being pulled back. “Garet, what are you—“ His complaints were muffled by the other man’s mouth, and he spasmed against him, struggling to breathe.

Garet didn’t let up until he straightened up and took a seat on Isaac’s chair, dragging him onto his lap. He held his wrists back with a large hand. “Garet. Shit…” Isaac cursed and tried to pull them out, but he was still too sore and, to his chagrin, his friend was still stronger than him in a physical fight.

“Relax. You’re supposed to relax, alright?” Garet asked, “So just sit back and let me do all the work.”

“Don’t…” Isaac shuddered when a callused thumb rubbed against the slit on his glans. His senses were overloaded and every touch felt like a jolt of electricity on his skin. He ground his ass against Garet’s thighs and shook violently, his vision spinning. “No, not slow… not slow, damn it…”

“Hm?” He felt Garet’s grin on the nape of his neck, the hand on his straining cock lazily trailing fingertips on it as he wildly thrust his hips against both the hand above and the hard body below. What little friction he managed to get didn’t alleviate the growing pain in his loins.

“Garet, please…” Isaac choked, failing to stifle a strangled sob. His head was pounding, his nerves were shot, and the heat in the rest his body was quickly becoming unbearable. Biting his lip hard, he swore at him again when his hand stopped moving. “I—“

Any words following that were cut once he all but screamed when Garet squeezed and vigorously stroked him. Garet’s mumbles were lost on him when the larger male’s other hand joined in and fondled his balls. A particularly brutal jerk sent him careening over the edge and he groaned, arching his back, as semen streaked onto Garet’s hands.

Isaac panted and slumped onto his chest. The pain was gone, but… He frowned at his still-hard cock. Tanned hands remained there, idly tracing the contours of his thighs, he noted. “Hey,” Garet began, and Isaac grunted for him to continue talking, “How long are the effects of that aphrod… sex drug going to last?”

“I don’t know,” he said, licking his lips when Garet apparently got bored and his hands went back to jerking him off. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed his own gloved hand onto Garet’s. “Why did you stop?”

“I saw blood.” Isaac’s eyebrows shot up, and he lifted his free hand to wipe at his mouth. Yeah, blood. A simple Cure fixed the cut on his lower lip and then he went back to grinding his ass against Garet’s obviously growing arousal. He smirked when Garet’s breath hitched and pressed harder.

“Isaac…”

“I know.”

---

Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…

Tyrell’s cheeks were puffed with a mouthful a food. “Man, these fishes taste kinda sucky,” he whined after swallowing, spitting out a bone into their small bonfire.

“There were so many things wrong with that sentence I don’t even know where to begin,” Matthew deadpanned. He was still annoyed at the redhead and tried to warm himself by huddling closer to the fire. Karis returned from wringing out one of the wet towels and handed him a fresh one, which he thanked her with a small nod.

She returned it with her own and sat beside him. “What are you going to do with the big one?” she asked, pointing at a disturbingly large fish, slightly longer than Matthew was tall.

He spit out another bone, and she made a face at how unhygienic he was. “Dunno. Dad can have it, I guess.”

“You’re being rather charitable today, Tyrell,” Karis noted with mild curiosity.

“He likes fish,” he said, using a particularly thin bone as a toothpick.

---

Back in the cabin…

“You know, I really enjoyed you knocking me off your lap. What am I, a fish?” Isaac grumbled as he unbuttoned and peeled off his sweaty shirt before throwing it in a small pile which consisted of his boots and the rest of his clothes. His gloves followed.

“I don’t like fish. I like pork,” Garet replied after divesting himself of his shirt, completely missing the point. He pulled off his own pants while awkwardly hopping in place. “And I don’t want explain any stains on my clothes to Tyrell. You have no idea just how insightful he is.”

“I’ll think about it later then,” Isaac surmised and propped himself onto the table. Garet had to stifle a laugh, especially on how casual he was behaving even when completely naked, before asking, “So… do you have anything?”

“Sword polish.”

“…”

”Ow!” Isaac yelped, prodding at his poor foot. “You didn’t have to kick me!”

Garet snorted and walked away to an adjacent desk. “And you’re supposed to be the smart one between us.”

“It… It was a joke…”

“A really bad one then.” Garet paused from opening a drawer, pulling out a broken backscratcher. He stared at it incredulously before showing it to Isaac, who shrugged, and then dropping it back inside. “You’re also much more talkative. Maybe it’s the drug?”

“You just don’t have a sense of humor… And I’m always talkative.” He ignored Garet’s “Tell that to my other friend: the wall” comment. Isaac squinted at the next thing he picked out and shook his head. “No, it’s a jar. No, not that one. The white one. The wound ointment. I think that’s it. Give it to me.”

His vision blurred.

Isaac barely caught the small bottle that Garet lobbed in one hand, the other rubbing at his temples. When he glanced up at the other man, who was looking at him with concern again, he put the bottle aside and raised a hand to placate him. “Don’t worry. Disorientati… dizziness usually comes and goes with the drug being pumped into my system, probably to offset the sensory overl… how sensitive my body gets. Then the need sets in again. And again…”

“…You mean this has happened to you before? This isn’t the first time Jenna did it?”

“I don’t know just how much the dosage was in the ale, but… don’t worry,” he reiterated, breathing heavily. “The longest it lasted was only... 1 hour, at most, if I recall correctly. And I had my revenge on her with the same drug anyway.”

“Why did she do it?”

“I…” Isaac stammered, providing the larger male a rare image of his reddening face, avoiding his gaze like a child. “I… sort of… did the same thing that I did to you and made her angry.” Garet stared at him, unblinking, for over a minute.

“Oh.” He shrugged indifferently, reaching over for Isaac’s erection. The blond groaned appreciatively, enjoying the feel of those large callused fingertips on his heated skin. “Then it was entirely your fault.”

Whatever good mood Isaac was in had promptly disappeared.

“…And here I thought you were supposed to be my best friend…”

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Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…

“Are we all packed?” Matthew asked, hair still relatively wet. He put out their bonfire by producing a small pit right below so that it dropped inside. Then he summoned piles of dried dirt to put out the flame before hefting his backpack on. Fiddling with an old buckle on one of the straps, he looked at the other two expectantly.

“Ready, leader,” Tyrell grinned smugly. The blond gave him the finger. His expression dropped.

“Why do I have to carry anything? I wasn’t even supposed to be on this trip,” Karis complained, carrying the sleeping bags. She tried a sad-puppy-eye look on the redhead, who was hauling both the large fish and his own traveling pack, to which he replied with a “Because” as if that was most logical answer possible.

“Dad’s gonna be so proud once he sees the size this thing,” Tyrell laughed, not realizing just how heavy it was when he swung it over his shoulder.

He fell over in a heap, and Matthew took that opportunity to bury him alive.

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Back in the cabin…

Isaac panted as his body shook, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Hair matted on his forehead, his glazed over eyes were directed unseeingly at the ceiling. He twitched when his prostate was found and turned his attention back to Garet, who had just pulled his slicked fingers out slightly before adding a third one.

He’s sure taking his sweet time, Isaac thought irritably. He propped himself up with his elbows and scowled at Garet, whose other hand was pressed against his thigh, spreading his legs as he leaned forward and affectionately nibbled on the blond’s ear.

Isaac shivered again and reached forward to grab his wrist, halting his motions, trying to coerce him to get it over with already. Sure, he was surprised but nonetheless touched due to just how… gently Garet was treating him, but he was a grown man and knew he could take it. Especially so, with the drug overloading his senses to the point of not being able to think coherently, he really needed him to let go of his inhibitions.

He needed release.

And he needed it now.

Garet took the hint and quickly removed his fingers, earning him a sharp grunt, before positioning himself, looking at him unsurely. Isaac wrapped his legs around him and pushed forward, pulling the head of his cock inside. He winced at the intrusion, and his hand went to straight to his own erection to try to ignore some of the pain. Fortunately for him, Garet had already wrapped his fingers around it and was slowly stroking him, waiting for him to get used it.

“You alright?” he asked, and Isaac wheezed out a hysterical chuckle at the ridiculousness of the question. He hooked an arm around Garet’s neck and pulled himself off of the table, several old notes clinging to his back as his forehead touched Garet’s. A look of understanding dawned on him. Without anything else supporting him, Isaac’s weight dragged him down and hilted the entirety of Garet’s thick cock inside.

Garet immediately placed his other arm on the small of the blond’s back, trying to push him back up. Isaac batted it way with his other hand, muttering a mantra of “Don’t”s through gritted teeth. Garet loosened his hold and leaned forward, pressing Isaac back onto the edge of the table while the blond worked a hand down his torso, all the way to his straining cock, fingers interlocking with Garet’s once they met.

And Isaac had just barely noticed that Garet was still waiting for him to endure the unfamiliar fullness between his legs. A small, grateful smile reached his lips and he angled his head above Garet’s unoccupied shoulder, faintly amused that his beard tickled him if the twitch was any indication, and nodded.

At that, Garet pulled away and his hands retreated to spread Isaac’s thighs apart, letting the blond lay back, to let him try to rebalance himself on his shaky arms. He rocked his hips slowly, back and forth, keeping up with the agonizing pace as Isaac clawed at the papers that managed to topple over from a nearby pile of old notes.

Isaac’s head was pounding, biting his lip as he drew blood. He wanted to shout at Garet to move faster. Thrust harder. Do something instead of prolonging the inevitable as another shudder wracked his whole body. What little of what he was going to say ended up as a long, broken slur. Words were impossible to articulate when Garet had yet again found his prostate and thrust against it repeatedly.

Isaac didn’t even realize that he came, convulsing while Garet still continued to pull out, push in, slowly and steadily, regardless of his groans. And then was a pause before he leaned forward, sagging against the blond’s chest, pushing himself in as deep as possible wherein he bucked his hips, putting his whole body into it, each slam loud and quick. The pressure was dizzying and Isaac clamored for a hold on the edges of table, his cock still hard, aching and dragging against their torsos.

Without a counterbalance, each successive thrust rammed his body against the wood, several scrolls rolling off, and he cried out, barely able to breathe when Garet let go of one his legs and circled an arm around a thigh to wrap his fingers around his overstimulated cock. He groaned weakly, his mind losing focus as pleasure spread throughout his body.

Movements became uncoordinated, but Isaac didn’t care. Didn’t care about the splinters digging into his fingers. About the shredded notes that he had devoted several long nights to analyze. About anything at all so long as Garet continued pounding into him hard, forever. He was too out of his mind to care about anything else anymore, mouthing voicelessly for more, making harsh, broken whimpers at the back of his throat. And when Garet shifted, whispering something that his sex-addled mind barely managed to comprehend, arms tensing, Isaac wheezed, breathless, as he drove himself down on Garet’s cock. And Garet shook, violently thrusting, lifting him off the wood with each snap of his hips.

As his movements slowed, Isaac made a low keening sound, body trembling. He vaguely felt disappointed before the hand on his erection tightened as Garet rotated his hips slightly before steadily thrusting again, and Isaac shuddered, arms straining on their hold on the table as his body spasmed, arching his back. His vision spun, and his eyes fell shut. And his mind drifted, satiated and content when he finally came, letting out a long, hoarse moan as his mind blacked out just for that instant. And he collapsed, chest heaving while he gasped for air. Garet followed as his hips stilled, slumping forward, careful to avoid hitting him.

Isaac panted and opened his eyes, dazed. Ignoring the ache in his arms, he tiredly pulled Garet’s body to his for long, drawn-out hug.

“…Thank you.”

And then the front door slammed open.

They froze.

“Hey, dad!” Tyrell bellowed, hoisting the large fish that was slung over his shoulder. His clothes had a light covering a grass and dirt. A despondent Matthew stood beside him. “Look what I—HOLY SHIT! MY EYES! MY FUCKING AWESOME EYES! OLD MAN SEX! AUGHHH!”

The blond stood rooted on the spot, expression frozen in horror. “…D…D…D…”

“Tyrell? Matthew? What are you talking… oh,” Karis gasped once she arrived at the scene. Being the first to regain her composure after mentally approving of the two men splayed right in front of her, she quickly ran inside and struggled to push the boys out. “Oh, well!” she squeaked, almost drowned out by Tyrell’s screams, “It looks like they’re busy right now!”

Matthew made a strangely incoherent gurgling noise.

“Um, er… Sorry, Isaac! Garet!” she called back as if she wasn’t interrupted, “We’ll come back in a few minutes!” The blond frantically shook his head, crouching down and hugging his knees in a fetal position. She saw that and tried again. “Um, hours!”

”DAYS!!” Tyrell shrieked at the top of his lungs before dropping the fish and running off, shouting obscenities for his poor corneas.

Karis stared at the empty spot where the redhead was previously standing and tried to drag Matthew’s immobile form out, frequently glancing at both Isaac and Garet. After getting him out of their line sight, she couldn’t help but sprint back in and gawk at them, imprinting the image into her memory banks. Once satisfied, she grinned and slammed the door closed, all while shouting at Tyrell.

“Wait! Don’t—!”

”NO!! IT BURNS!!”

“Matthew! Wake up!”

“…D… D… D…”

As their voices trailed off, along with a nearby explosion, Garet recoiled, not without noticing Isaac’s jerk as he pulled himself out. He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant. “Well, that certainly killed the mood.”

Isaac raised an eyebrow and winced as he pushed himself off and stood on his feet, wobbling with his legs spread slightly. He took several deep breaths to regain his composure, relishing in the fact that his cock was finally no longer hard (for the moment), before clapping a hand on Garet’s shoulder and squeezing.

“I mean it. Thank you.” He told the other man, hand slipping back to his side. Garet looked at him quizzically before he clarified, smiling gratefully, “For caring.”

Garet’s eyes softened, and he returned it with his own smile, hooking an arm around Isaac’s shoulders, pulling him close. “…Always. Always.”

There was a pleasant silence as they grinned at each other warmly.

That lasted for a measly five seconds before Garet decided that that was enough sappiness for him and promptly let go, walking away to pick up his clothes and leaving Isaac alone and confused. He stood there, dumbfounded, looking rather lost until he came to senses.

“It’s quite a shame that the new lock I installed didn’t work. Frankly, I kind of enjoyed the moment,” Isaac lamented, working the kinks in his sore arms as he rotated his shoulders.

“What are you talking about? It does work.”

“…What?”

“Yeah,” Garet said, walking over to the door, idly kicking the fish away, and showing the blond that the lock did, in fact, function perfectly well. “See? It works fine.”

“…You didn’t lock the door,” Isaac stated, blank-faced.

“Uh…” he dragged it on awkwardly. “…No.”

“…”

“I’m sorry I forgot?” he tried.

“…”

“…Isaac? Speak to me?”

“I’m going back to work.”

“What?! But what about all of that—“

“No.”

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