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‘Anything?’
‘No’
Azre stood behind his young lover; massaging his shoulders as he watched the text fly across the screen, Baxter busy combining his computer skills with his Scrying ability. Baxter increasingly got this way after a visit home.
Sometimes Azre felt Baxter had a dozen fathers beyond the two formidable men that had adopted him he was such a favourite among the staff at Lustful Liaisons. There were always stories of what trouble this or that one had gotten into and Azre was often pointedly reminded that anyone who hurt their little fledgling in anyway answered to all of them. His own open adoration of his lover dispelled both his natural authority, and the intimidation generally caused by his career. They accepted him because he made their Baxter happy. Azre wanted his Baxter happy.
Djinn often a solitary people by design were a fierce bunch when they gathered under a Master Djinn. A lasting quest at the matchmaking shop was finding justice for Kadir. As a high ranking Dragon-Djinn, in that unspoken of agency that policed any who’d dare harm the vulnerable, Azre felt the duty strongly. The Djinn of Lustful Liaisons were more geared to making love matches and lustful play, but he didn’t doubt for a minute that any one of them would exact a formidable revenge given opportunity.
Baxter had bloomed under the unconditional love and good humour that radiated from adoptive parents and all the other Djinn at his first real home. Azre was proud that it had been he who put things right for his younger lover, their hearts bonding long before their physical meeting. They never spoke of it. After scrying particularly sorrowful cases Baxter would put a hand to Azre heart, look deep into his eyes and nod, once. Afterwards their lovemaking would be gentle and sweet, re-mapping the well loved plains of each others flesh until urgency rode them. He was someone to cherish.
Kadir deserved the same. Solemn beyond his years, Baxter’s little brother refused to speak. Doctor-Djinn had been called and his father Kain had sought help from a number of sources but Kadir remained mute. He’d speak when he was ready. Through his early years he’d clung to a fuzzy teddy taking it everywhere with him until his extended family referred to him affectionately as Teddy. As he’d grown it got left on its special shelf, taken down and nursed only on the worst nights. Nights that Kain or Dick would join him in his bureau; mopping his forehead and talking or humming long into the dawn.
He was of small build and would often hide himself away on the outskirts of a group or when possible behind Dick, it was Caylen, Kain and Dick’s birthed child that would draw him in. Drag him physically forward and into their latest mischief.
Ceylen was as every young Djinn should be. A joyous bundle of energy and mischief, with a cheeky grin that lit up his whole face. The two were inseparable. They always understood each other, Ceylen doing much of Kadir’s communicating for him. They’d scamper and play with abandon but then every once in awhile at a loud noise or harsh voice Kadir would freeze, his eyes grow wide and scared. It was after these visits that Baxter would attempt to scry the net; Kain would give him Azre a speaking glance, and Dick would gather the little Djinn close.
Lustful Liaison’s was a family. Baxter and his brothers were Azre’s family and Kadir would get avenged.
‘No’
Azre stood behind his young lover; massaging his shoulders as he watched the text fly across the screen, Baxter busy combining his computer skills with his Scrying ability. Baxter increasingly got this way after a visit home.
Sometimes Azre felt Baxter had a dozen fathers beyond the two formidable men that had adopted him he was such a favourite among the staff at Lustful Liaisons. There were always stories of what trouble this or that one had gotten into and Azre was often pointedly reminded that anyone who hurt their little fledgling in anyway answered to all of them. His own open adoration of his lover dispelled both his natural authority, and the intimidation generally caused by his career. They accepted him because he made their Baxter happy. Azre wanted his Baxter happy.
Djinn often a solitary people by design were a fierce bunch when they gathered under a Master Djinn. A lasting quest at the matchmaking shop was finding justice for Kadir. As a high ranking Dragon-Djinn, in that unspoken of agency that policed any who’d dare harm the vulnerable, Azre felt the duty strongly. The Djinn of Lustful Liaisons were more geared to making love matches and lustful play, but he didn’t doubt for a minute that any one of them would exact a formidable revenge given opportunity.
Baxter had bloomed under the unconditional love and good humour that radiated from adoptive parents and all the other Djinn at his first real home. Azre was proud that it had been he who put things right for his younger lover, their hearts bonding long before their physical meeting. They never spoke of it. After scrying particularly sorrowful cases Baxter would put a hand to Azre heart, look deep into his eyes and nod, once. Afterwards their lovemaking would be gentle and sweet, re-mapping the well loved plains of each others flesh until urgency rode them. He was someone to cherish.
Kadir deserved the same. Solemn beyond his years, Baxter’s little brother refused to speak. Doctor-Djinn had been called and his father Kain had sought help from a number of sources but Kadir remained mute. He’d speak when he was ready. Through his early years he’d clung to a fuzzy teddy taking it everywhere with him until his extended family referred to him affectionately as Teddy. As he’d grown it got left on its special shelf, taken down and nursed only on the worst nights. Nights that Kain or Dick would join him in his bureau; mopping his forehead and talking or humming long into the dawn.
He was of small build and would often hide himself away on the outskirts of a group or when possible behind Dick, it was Caylen, Kain and Dick’s birthed child that would draw him in. Drag him physically forward and into their latest mischief.
Ceylen was as every young Djinn should be. A joyous bundle of energy and mischief, with a cheeky grin that lit up his whole face. The two were inseparable. They always understood each other, Ceylen doing much of Kadir’s communicating for him. They’d scamper and play with abandon but then every once in awhile at a loud noise or harsh voice Kadir would freeze, his eyes grow wide and scared. It was after these visits that Baxter would attempt to scry the net; Kain would give him Azre a speaking glance, and Dick would gather the little Djinn close.
Lustful Liaison’s was a family. Baxter and his brothers were Azre’s family and Kadir would get avenged.