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A Paler Shade of Green	By : Rina76 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As they're exchanging fervent kisses with two pairs of wine-red lips, Lorne leans backward onto the bed, taking Kylar as he goes so the kid ends up on top of him. Kylar's figure is supple and warm beneath Lorne's caressing hands, the youth's long rippling hair veiling the demon couple from any outside distractions. All they want to do is get closer, lost in their own private world of love and sensuality. Violet-shaded eyelids closed in dreamy arousal, Kylar instinctively butts heads with his handsome partner, lightly grating his mahogany-coloured horns against Lorne's slightly larger ones, the erotic contact of bone on bone sending chills down the napes of their necks. Lorne hisses something blasphemous, eyes rolling back with the indescribable sensation shooting along his spine.
Humans have no idea how sensitive their horns are and that's why it really fucking hurt when he got his right one broken off in a scuffle with some of Wolfram & Hart's henchmen a while ago. Took him more than a few days to grow it back. All that pain and lopsidedness was worth it because now he and Kylar can rub both of theirs together and the feeling is simply exquisite.
This kind of nuzzling is called hornplay and it also includes touching, stroking and kissing of the aforementioned appendages. It's something demons do before sex, but not always. Because it's such an extremely personal ritual it is usually reserved for when a couple care deeply for each other. As well as being highly sensual, taking the time to caress the points of someone's demonic heritage proves how much you value and accept them for who (or what) they are.
Proving this, Kylar shifts forward to place a soft kiss onto Lorne's left horn. Lorne moans, not only because of the intimate gesture, but also because Kylar is now sitting directly on Lorne's male stiffness, the boy's bottom unwittingly wriggling against it as he moves.
Kylar can tell that his actions are pleasing to Lorne and it is very satisfying. Normally completely submissive, Kylar's never done this sort of thing to anybody before but the instinct to give pleasure to the one he loves runs deep in his veins. Wanting to please the other man even further, Kylar rubs his parted lips against Lorne's blunt-tipped horn, its texture like petrified wood, but warmer and more alive. Lorne shivers, his belly tightening. He can feel the heat of Kylar's breath, straight through the hardened bone protruding from his forehead. He can feel the scrape of a gold-plated lip-ring. And he wants more. Lifting his hips, he grinds up into Kylar's jeans-covered rear, his fingers digging into the kid's slim thighs. Gasping softly, Kylar intuitively pushes back into the hardness he feels behind him.
"God, Kylar…" Lorne groans, the clothed friction against his straining erection driving the more educated Empath to the brink of madness. He's no stranger to sex but after wanting this with Kylar for so long, Lorne's passion can barely be contained, rolling under his skin like another entity trying to get out. He's almost about to pop like a champagne cork and they're not even undressed yet!
Not realising how close Lorne is to losing it, Kylar slowly swipes his tongue along the dark red curve of the first male's horn, in imitation of another more sexual act. The erotically hot feel of Kylar licking one of his second most-sensitive organs is enough to shatter Lorne's self-control.
"Fuck," he gasps, stiffening beneath Kylar. "Oh fuck, no…"
Crushing the kid close to the front of him, Lorne urgently presses into that delectably firm little ass, the older demon shuddering with mind-numbing ecstasy as he comes in his own pants, helplessly and uncontrollably.
Afterwards, he hides his face in Kylar's hair, groaning with weak shame but the smaller youth draws back, staring at him with astonished eyes.
"Lorne? Did you just…?"
"Yeah." The singing Pylean cringes at the wetness in his shorts. "Well, that was embarrassing. Anyone would think I was the teenager here!"
"Was it because of something I did?" Kylar asks anxiously.
At that, Lorne can't help flashing a mischievous, white-toothed grin. "Yes. You're guilty of being far too young, hot and sexy for a boring old crooner like me."
He squeezes Kylar's butt teasingly.
"You're not boring or old!" Kylar protests as he's lifted off the front of Lorne's body and set back down on the bed. "You are in the prime of your life, Krevlornswath. You are full of energy and will live for many, many years yet. More than any human will."
"I know, sweetness. I just got a bit too excited there with you sitting on me. Give me a few minutes and we can continue right where we left off," Lorne promises, hopping from the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Don't you dare go anywhere!"
Flattered that he can make someone as knowledgeable and experienced as Lorne have the equivalent of a waking wet dream, Kylar smiles and touches his lips. They are still tingling from Lorne's kiss. He plops backwards on the mattress, still smiling, his wavy hair spread out behind him like a mulberry halo, and waits for his lover to return and undress him.
There is a scratching, tapping sound on the window. Thinking it's Fredelia wanting to get back in after her nightly feed of nectar, Kylar goes up and pulls the curtain across. It's not his pet bat. Instead, there is another winged creature hovering outside. Two of them, in fact. Immediately recognising their pale faces and hoods of ebony hair, Kylar drops the velvet drape closed, hand covering his gasping mouth.
The Ho'kio twins have flown up to his room! How did they know which one was his? Why are they here? And why does his heart race so alarmingly at the sight of them?
They tap again, politely, and Kylar takes a deep breath and gathers his courage, wanting to prove that the incestuous pair have not gotten under his skin, that they do not frighten or intimidate him. As for the sexually intense dreams he's had about them, well, they are just that. Dreams. They did not happen. These brothers have not seen him naked so he has no need to feel shame either.
Pulling the curtain to the side, he opens the window a crack and cautiously peers out. Slowly flapping their wide ebony wings, the twins smile at Kylar with fanged teeth, seeming pleased to see him.
"Good evening, little spawn."
"My name is Kylar." The boy keeps his voice even and aloof. "What do you want?"
"We wish to speak to you. It's very important."
"You should not be here. Lorne would not be happy."
"We know. That's why we need to talk. May we please come in?"
Kylar thinks about refusing but in the end his innate courtesy and civility wins out so he pushes the window open fully and steps back.
"You better be quick," Kylar warns them. "He's in the shower."
"Oh, really?" The twins slide their slinky, leather-wrapped bodies over the windowsill, staring lustfully at the closed bathroom door. "What a pity we can't join him."
While they're busy thinking about Lorne naked, Kylar grabs a thin, sharp dagger from his desk, pointing it threateningly towards the unexpected guests standing in his room.
"I will listen to what you have to say. However, if you try anything, I will spear you both like roasted pigs."
The mostly-identical demons grin at each other. "The little spawn has spirit. We like that. May we sit?"
Kylar nods warily, keeping the dagger out in front of him. They are both so tall and they look strong. But he will fight them if he has to. He needn't be anxious as the black-haired brothers do not seem in a fighting mood, folding their six-foot-wide webbed wings away, the skin-slits on their back sealing up instantly. The big one sits first in an armchair, the slimmer Ho'kio draping across his knees like a panther, one lean arm slung around his brother's neck.
"We were dismayed to learn of your recent illness, Kylar. Are you all right?"
Dragging his eyes away from the pretty one's incredibly long legs and high heeled boots, Kylar stiffly replies, "As you can see, I am fine. Thank you for your concern."
"You have a scar." The feminine-faced demon indicates to Kylar's neck with a pointed nail. "From the vampire."
Automatically, Kylar touches the two fang marks. Sometimes he forgets they are there.
"I know you helped me on the night I received this," the purple-haired Pylean reveals quietly. "I do not remember being carried by you or flown across the city, but Connor informed me of your aid. You both have my gratitude."
"It's the least we could do. It was our fault you got bitten. If we hadn't spoken to you the way we did, you would not have sought vengeance in such a manner or put yourself in danger."
The brunette brothers are gazing at him with matching expressions of remorse in their glittering eyes. Kylar can sense their guilt and that this is something that has bothered them for a while.
"You were not to blame," Kylar replies in a kinder tone, lowering the dagger. "I wasn't thinking clearly and hesitated when I should have struck. I have not made that mistake again."
"We still feel responsible. And we wish to apologise."
The twins speak as one person, switching back and forth between sentences, reading each other's minds and knowing each other's sentiments.
"We did not know that we were keeping Lorne from you that night. He spoke of somebody waiting at home for him but we did not listen. He wanted to go back to you but we would not let him leave. We did not know how strong his feelings were for you or how much you needed each other."
The Ho'kio's exchange a meaningful glance. Their closeness is very much evident to Kylar, as is the strength of their connection.
"Had we known, we never would have done what we did, or said those words back at the club. We know we seem evil and malicious but we only want to give people pleasure, not cause pain. We are truly sorry for offending and upsetting you. We never wanted to see you get hurt. Do you believe us?"
Putting the dagger down on his study desk, Kylar nods at the twins again, genuinely touched by the sincere concerned regret he senses in their auras.
"Yes. Your apology is accepted."
The elf-eared brothers bow their dark heads in solemn thanks and as a mark of respect, veil-like black hair obscuring their faces. When they look back up, the naughty sparkle is back in their eyes, their lips twitching upwards in impishness.
"We have thought of you often, Kylar. You intrigue us and your green-skinned beauty is unmatched by anyone we've seen before. We would very much like to be friends with you."
"With Lorne too, if he ever speaks to us again," the larger of the two adds. "We know how much damage we did to you and your relationship with the Host and would like to make it up to both of you. We would love it if all of us could be friends."
"Close friends," the womanly twin emphasises in a purr.
"Very special friends."
"Friends who play together."
Kylar's face heats up at the low timbre of their voices. He knows exactly what they're suggesting.
"We would like to forward this proposal towards Lorne as well but since he isn't talking to us at the moment, we will leave it in your lovely little hands. You can tell him we came to you and offered."
"Or not," the manly brother suggests with a broad-shouldered shrug. "It is your choice. We do not wish to cause any more trouble between you two."
"Don't worry, beautiful spawn, we will not pressure you or seek you out again. We will wait for you to find us. If you wish to accept our offer, you know where we can be found. At least Lorne has not banned us from entering his club."
"Just from entering HIM," the bigger male quips with an arched brow. They look to each other and laugh deviously.
Growing sober, the Hok'io couple cast a wistful glance at the closed bathroom door and the sound of running water behind it. "We miss the Host. Please tell him that. And that we're sorry."
Nodding, Kylar promises that he will, wanting them gone before Lorne gets out of the shower. Kylar's seen enough drama and anger for one night.
The twins get out of the armchair, stretching their lithe, long-limbed bodies for no reason at all other than to entice. When they move, the leather bands of their outfits shift and slide across moonlight skin. Though he tries not to look at what they're so obviously showing off, Kylar catches alluring glimpses of pale grey nipples, angular hipbones and smooth, navel-less white stomachs. They let their wings slip free and unfold to full length. It sounds like umbrellas being unfolded. Just before the flying demons take off out the window, they look curiously at Kylar.
"So, have you been enjoying your dreams about us?"
Kylar feels the blood drain from his cheeks with shock. In a bewildered whisper he asks, "How…how do you know about them?"
"Because we put them there." The prettier twin smiles. "When I licked you that day, I sent a powerful amount of pheromones into my saliva. They sunk into your skin and kind of 'infected' you. It means we have an erotic link between us now."
"We do that sometimes so people don't forget who we are," the bulkier brother informs Kylar. "We only do it to those we really admire and want to see again."
"It also means we can invade your dreams and help you explore your sexual fantasies in a safe and harmless environment." A pierced tongue slips out over black lips, sensually moistening them. "We very much enjoy doing that with you."
"Oh Gods…Lorne," the teenager breathes in mortified horror, thinking of the dreams where his guardian has been present, seeing the all the pornographic things Kylar and the twins have been doing in their minds together. "Does that mean he's been watching us this whole time?"
"No. Lorne has not been there. That part has been your creation, your secret desire. Never fear, we won't tell him."
"Do you invade his dreams too?"
"We've tried but he won't let us," the more masculine twin says sadly. "He pushes us out."
"But we're glad you don't," the effeminate one chimes in. "You're very passionate and we love being with you, Kylar, even if it's just in your head. Nevertheless, when you're ready to know what it's like to be with us for real, please ask. We'll be more than happy to help you explore your desires in person."
"If you want us, we will come." The two demons both smirk seductively, eying Kylar's slender figure from head to toe. "As many times as you like."
And with that last bold invitation, the musky-smelling twins dive off the windowsill with wings spread and soar away into the night like gargoyles come to life.
Kylar stares out after them, his mind still reeling with what they just said.
Not only have they been invading his dreams, but they want to have sex with him and Lorne together. All four of them, in one bed. If Kylar is completely truthful with himself the idea is more than a little fascinating. The twins certainly are attractive. If they can sleep with other people and not harm the depth of their devotion for each other, or break the bond of their intimate partnership, then why couldn't Kylar and Lorne do that too? Then there would be no need for jealousy or keeping secrets. Everyone could just share their love with everyone else. Openly and honestly.
But first, Lorne and Kylar really need to share their love with each other before bringing anyone else into the picture.
…
When the taller Pylean emerges from the bathroom, he is wearing one of Kylar's bathrobes. The fluffy white cover-up is too small for him and gapes at the chest but it won't stay on long anyway. He pauses, sniffing the air.
"Was somebody just here?"
Biting his lip, Kylar contemplates telling a small fib in order not to trouble Lorne but he knows that the truth is the only option. The other Empath would soon figure out who the scent of musk belongs to anyway.
"The twins," Kylar confesses, glancing towards the window. "I just spoke with them."
"You actually let them into your ROOM? For goodness sakes Kylar, don't you realise how dangerous those guys are?" Lorne exclaims, rushing over to the sliding window and making sure it's shut properly and that the Ho'kio pair aren't still hanging around outside in the courtyard like overgrown cockroaches.
"They did not harm me. They only wished to apologise for what happened back at the club. Do not worry, they are long gone now."
Letting the curtains fall closed, Lorne turns back around, a concerned crease in his brow. "And they didn't touch you in any way?"
"No. They were very respectful and kept their distance."
Snorting, Lorne remarks, "That'd be a first. So, what else did they want? I'm sure they didn't fly all the way over here without some alternate agenda. I know how their perverted little minds work."
Flushing a bit, the teenager admits, "They said some other…things. The main point is, they apologised and I accepted. I do not have any ill feelings towards them anymore and I am glad for that."
Lorne blinks at the eighteen year old youth, marvelling at his gentle grace. "But you nearly died because of them. How can you be so forgiving?"
"Because hate is bad. Any negative emotion is bad. If you hold onto it, it's like venom in your blood, poisoning you from the inside. You need to forgive them too, Lorne." Kylar touches Lorne's arm, below the too-short robe sleeve, his eyes soft with empathy. "Most of all, you need to forgive yourself."
The older male swallows, wondering when Kylar turned into such a know-it-all psychiatrist. But the kid is correct. He's always correct. About everything.
Changing the topic, Kylar suggests, "We don't have to discuss this now. Tonight is all about you and me, Krevlornswath. This is OUR time."
He leads Lorne back to the bed, purposely demonstrating what he means.
"You're right – forget them. I'd much rather discuss what I'm going to do with YOU, sweet-cheeks," Lorne murmurs mischievously, climbing onto the mattress with Kylar and skimming a hand along the younger boy's thigh. "Now, how hard are those skinny jeans to get off? Like peeling a banana?"
Kylar smiles, lying back permissively. "I'm not a banana."
"Oh, but I could eat you like one," Lorne teases, lifting up the front of Kylar's shirt. "Yum, yum. Look at that tum…"
Laughter fills the room as Lorne playfully tries to bite Kylar's exposed belly.
They are interrupted by a knock on the door. "Lorne? Kylar? You guys in there?"
Lorne lifts his head, scowling. "Aw, you gotta be kidding me," the psychic mutters, cursing his rotten luck and lack of own clairvoyant abilities in seeing this disruption coming. "We'll finish this in a minute, sweetie, okay?"
"Okay." Kylar watches Lorne go to the door. Opening it, he sees Wesley standing there.
"What?" Lorne demands in annoyance.
"Sorry for the interruption," Wes says, glancing at the small-sized bathrobe that Lorne has on, "but we have a serious Drokken problem."
Getting rid of big, drooling ogres is normally Angel's jurisdiction, so Lorne questions impatiently, "And you're telling me this why?"
"Because they destroyed your club."
"Shit," Lorne swears, only just having gotten the place cleaned up after the last disaster.
"But it gets worse," Wesley continues with a worried look on his stubbled face. "We're pretty sure there's two of them on the rampage this time. There's four people dead already and six injured."
"Shit," Lorne swears again, hating when there are human casualties. He rubs at his forehead in agitation, feeling a headache building. "How did they get here?"
"Probably the same way Kylar did. Though the portal in Caritas."
Kylar is already on his feet in alarm. "This is my fault?"
"No, pear-pudding. Not your fault. Demons portal-jump to Pylea all the time," Lorne explains. "Some races like to hunt us and make fashionable green leather suits out of our skin. When they open portals to get in, it means things can get out too."
"But it could have been my fault. I opened the portal in your club. Perhaps it did not close properly. Perhaps I let the Drokkens out."
"It's true that sometimes portals don't close properly," Wes acknowledges, "but I sincerely doubt it was you who caused the -"
He breaks off as Kylar rushes from the room.
"Kylar!" Lorne yells over the balcony as the boy sprints down the hotel's stairs. "Where are you going?"
"To find them!" Reaching the weapons closet in the lobby, Kylar searches for a suitable sword. "More people could die because of me. I have to stop this."
"Connor and Angel are on it already," the Englishman lets him know, making his way down the wide staircase. "I'm sure they can take care of a couple of Drokkens. Angel has killed one already before."
"You don't know Drokkens like I do," Kylar grimly states, pulling out a long blade and testing its weight and sharpness. "Even a Van-tal and his son may not be able to take two of them down. Especially if they are a breeding pair."
"And what exactly are YOU going to do about it?" Lorne angrily asks, afraid for the kid's safety. "How are you going to stop a pair of vicious creatures like those?"
"I can talk to creatures, remember?"
"Drokkens are savage monsters. All they want to do is kill," Wesley emphasises, remembering the last one that was here. "They won't listen, not even to you, Kylar."
"I have to try. Angel and Connor are my friends," the frantic youth stresses. "I can't sit here and do nothing. I have to help them!"
And then he runs towards the lobby entrance, sword in hand.
"Kylarkmar, STOP!" Lorne barks furiously, gripping the railing with white-knuckled fists. "Come back here this instant, young man! If you set one foot outside you're gonna get yourself grounded for a whole year!"
Kylar ignores him, pushing through the glass doors and disappearing out into the courtyard.
"Dammit to hell," Lorne curses to himself, rushing back to his own room to pull on some pants. Why does Kylar choose tonight to play the hero? Why won't those fucking Drokkens stay in Pylea? Why does this shit always have to happen to Lorne?
And why can't he ever get laid in peace?!
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