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tamingthemuseTitle: Waking
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Drudge
Warnings: hits of m/m
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky is faced with more facts of his new life.
Mata’ka’ala pulled him flush against his chest, and Jacky gasped at the pull of the god inside him. His hands came up to stabilize himself against his shoulders as his mind suddenly turned foggy and his vision narrowed until he could only see those bright red eyes. He missed the blue, he thought inanely as his blood pounded in his ears. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to keep himself from falling asleep.
Mata’ka’ala didn’t seem to notice Jacky’s struggle. He held him firmly, lowering his head until he could press their lips together. At the first touch of their lips, Jacky lost the fight. He had only a moment to revel in the feel of those lips he’d been longing to taste before the god inside him shoved him aside and took over.
When he woke, his whole body ached. He was laying on something prickly and, he looked down the length of his lax body to check, he was naked. With a groan, he tossed his head back, adding another ache to his numerous pains. After a moment, he finally opened his eyes, sat up and looked around him.
He was sitting in the middle of a field, which explained the prickly feeling under his bum. He ran his hands through his hair, cataloging his aches and there was one that he really wished wasn’t there. Biting his lip, he looked around the field, noticing how the field was empty of living crops. Yellow stocks of something were protruding from the ground covered in dead leaves.
Jacky didn’t really want to stand up, bare as he was. Before he could make a decision, a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders and head.
“Hey!” He struggled out from under the cloth and looked up at Mata’ka’ala. He lowered himself to sit next to Jacky. He put his arm around Jacky’s shoulder and pressed open mouthed kisses to his shoulder and neck.
For only a second, Jacky felt like jerking away, but he didn’t. instead, his body easily leaned into Mata’ka’ala’s warmth. “Did we…?”
“You and I didn’t, no. We’re not adjusted enough. The gods are too powerful.”
Jacky’s eyes went up to Mata’ka’ala’s face, turned away as it was. “So the god’s used our bodies to have sex?”
“They used our bodies to bring life to the fields. You are the Living Fertility God.”
Jacky pulled the cloak tightly around his shoulders. “I don’t remember. I was asleep.”
Mata’ka’ala cupped his chin in his hand and turned his face toward his. Instantly, Jacky felt his whole body attune to the spark between them. He easily leaned into the touch. Mata’ka’ala pressed close, close enough that their breaths intermingled. Jacky’s eyes lowered to half mast and his lips parted. His whole body was centered around this one moment, wanting it more than anything he’d ever wanted before. He could feel the heat from Mata’ka’ala’s lips, then suddenly, he was gone.
Jacky’s eyes snapped open. “What?”
“We can not. You felt the god inside you taking control, did you not?”
Jacky shivered. “I did.”
“That is what your god will do. It is what your god will always do.”
“Am I never to have my own experiences?”
“Maybe someday, once you’ve become powerful enough.”
Jacky pushed away from Mata’ka’ala’s warmth. “Powerful enough?”
Mata’ka’ala taped his brow. “Here. Many years from now, you and I will be able to control when the gods take over.”
Jacky wanted to ask how long was many years, but instead he chose to shove the thoughts aside. He wanted clothes now. He struggled to his feet, keeping his cloak tightly around his shoulders.
There were now a few people drudging away in the field, ripping up the dead crops, readying the field for fresh crops.
“This is all nonsense. There’s no such thing as time travel. Nor of gods living in humans.” He began walking away from their ‘bed’, the hard dead crops pricking his bare feet. He winced in pain, not at all used to walking barefoot. The sharp stocks cut at him and before he could curse more than once, Mata’ka’ala had lifted him into his arms.
Shouting with surprise, Jacky wrapped his arms around Mata’ka’ala’s shoulders. He walked easily, as if Jacky were naught more than a single stock of crop. Sighing with defeat, Jacky let him carry him toward the city. “Is this what I am then? Lusting after you, but unable to realize that lust?”
Mata’ka’ala smiled at him, suddenly eagerly happy. “You lust after me?”
Jacky could feel that heat pooling low in his stomach. He ruefully shook his head. So, this was his life. He was a time traveler, with a god inside him.
This was all a dream, right?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Drudge
Warnings: hits of m/m
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky is faced with more facts of his new life.
Mata’ka’ala pulled him flush against his chest, and Jacky gasped at the pull of the god inside him. His hands came up to stabilize himself against his shoulders as his mind suddenly turned foggy and his vision narrowed until he could only see those bright red eyes. He missed the blue, he thought inanely as his blood pounded in his ears. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to keep himself from falling asleep.
Mata’ka’ala didn’t seem to notice Jacky’s struggle. He held him firmly, lowering his head until he could press their lips together. At the first touch of their lips, Jacky lost the fight. He had only a moment to revel in the feel of those lips he’d been longing to taste before the god inside him shoved him aside and took over.
When he woke, his whole body ached. He was laying on something prickly and, he looked down the length of his lax body to check, he was naked. With a groan, he tossed his head back, adding another ache to his numerous pains. After a moment, he finally opened his eyes, sat up and looked around him.
He was sitting in the middle of a field, which explained the prickly feeling under his bum. He ran his hands through his hair, cataloging his aches and there was one that he really wished wasn’t there. Biting his lip, he looked around the field, noticing how the field was empty of living crops. Yellow stocks of something were protruding from the ground covered in dead leaves.
Jacky didn’t really want to stand up, bare as he was. Before he could make a decision, a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders and head.
“Hey!” He struggled out from under the cloth and looked up at Mata’ka’ala. He lowered himself to sit next to Jacky. He put his arm around Jacky’s shoulder and pressed open mouthed kisses to his shoulder and neck.
For only a second, Jacky felt like jerking away, but he didn’t. instead, his body easily leaned into Mata’ka’ala’s warmth. “Did we…?”
“You and I didn’t, no. We’re not adjusted enough. The gods are too powerful.”
Jacky’s eyes went up to Mata’ka’ala’s face, turned away as it was. “So the god’s used our bodies to have sex?”
“They used our bodies to bring life to the fields. You are the Living Fertility God.”
Jacky pulled the cloak tightly around his shoulders. “I don’t remember. I was asleep.”
Mata’ka’ala cupped his chin in his hand and turned his face toward his. Instantly, Jacky felt his whole body attune to the spark between them. He easily leaned into the touch. Mata’ka’ala pressed close, close enough that their breaths intermingled. Jacky’s eyes lowered to half mast and his lips parted. His whole body was centered around this one moment, wanting it more than anything he’d ever wanted before. He could feel the heat from Mata’ka’ala’s lips, then suddenly, he was gone.
Jacky’s eyes snapped open. “What?”
“We can not. You felt the god inside you taking control, did you not?”
Jacky shivered. “I did.”
“That is what your god will do. It is what your god will always do.”
“Am I never to have my own experiences?”
“Maybe someday, once you’ve become powerful enough.”
Jacky pushed away from Mata’ka’ala’s warmth. “Powerful enough?”
Mata’ka’ala taped his brow. “Here. Many years from now, you and I will be able to control when the gods take over.”
Jacky wanted to ask how long was many years, but instead he chose to shove the thoughts aside. He wanted clothes now. He struggled to his feet, keeping his cloak tightly around his shoulders.
There were now a few people drudging away in the field, ripping up the dead crops, readying the field for fresh crops.
“This is all nonsense. There’s no such thing as time travel. Nor of gods living in humans.” He began walking away from their ‘bed’, the hard dead crops pricking his bare feet. He winced in pain, not at all used to walking barefoot. The sharp stocks cut at him and before he could curse more than once, Mata’ka’ala had lifted him into his arms.
Shouting with surprise, Jacky wrapped his arms around Mata’ka’ala’s shoulders. He walked easily, as if Jacky were naught more than a single stock of crop. Sighing with defeat, Jacky let him carry him toward the city. “Is this what I am then? Lusting after you, but unable to realize that lust?”
Mata’ka’ala smiled at him, suddenly eagerly happy. “You lust after me?”
Jacky could feel that heat pooling low in his stomach. He ruefully shook his head. So, this was his life. He was a time traveler, with a god inside him.
This was all a dream, right?
