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valarltdOn Fridays, I ask you, the reader, to join me in putting out your favorite holiday pictures, songs and recipes, or your favorite small businesses.
So let's start with a couple of Cthulhu carols, which are one of my favorite things.
Sounds of the Season:
Sexy Yuletide Excerpt:
From "Miskatonic Mistletoe" available in Riding the Nightmare
Dan turned on his own computer. Anything they knew, they could use in the battle. He learned of the Great Old Ones, the Star Spawn and the Old Ones. He read of how the Great Old Ones were almost beyond the scope of the human mind, but the Old Ones could be killed by beheading.
“Well fuck.” Dan looked up. It was rare for Paul to swear. “We're gonna shave it close, Furball. The only thing I can get us comes in at two-seventeen.”
Dan opened another window and hastily searched for Boston's sunset time on December twenty second. “Double fuck,” he corrected. “The sun sets at four-fifteen. If the plane is on time, and if our luggage doesn't get lost and if traffic isn't awful, we might make it back to Arkham in time to not maul Cian but scandalize the neighbors by changing on the lawn.”
“I'm guessing we aren't checking any luggage,” Paul said. “We'll be fine, pup.”
“That's what you say. You haven't been doing the homework I have. These things aren't just immortal, they're so far beyond what we can comprehend, we'll go crazy before we try to fight. And that's just the lesser servants.” He was shaking where he sat. “We're in so far over our heads. How can three werewolves and a half-sidhe save the world?”
Paul came to him and drew him to his feet, holding him tightly. “We can. We will. We have to, babe” He kissed Dan. “Your lips are cold.”
“I'm cold. And I'll never be warm until this is over.” Dan caught the glance Paul gave him.
“Don't look at me like that. I'm perfectly sane. I'm not going to be the guy who, by the end of the legend, is yelling 'Ia! Ia! Cthulhu f'htagn' just before he blows his brains out.”
Paul kissed him again. “Let's see if I can warm you up some. We'll set the waterbed to a nice ninety and break out the comforter.”
“And of course, body heat.” Dan managed a smile. “Would I be right in suspecting friction might be involved too?”
Paul smiled back. “If you want it, you got it.” He turned off the computer room light and eased Dan out into the hall, never letting go of him.
Dan let himself be taken to bed. Despite his bold words, he had begun to wonder if he would be the crazed shouter with the revolver before the end of all this. He kissed Paul back, wanting his warmth, his nearness, the feel of his skin and hair. Paul broke for a moment to reset the waterbed and then turned his full attention to getting them undressed.
“I do love you,” Paul said, kissing his neck. “It worries me when you get all absorbed like that.”
“I know.” Dan nipped him. Their lovemaking had become less passionate with the constant presence of the other. It had settled into a comforting style of love, without the wildness. There was no longer the need to make the most of every second, or there hadn't been. Now, as December seemed ridiculously close, Dan felt his stomach clutch in the old urgency.
He kissed Paul hard, surprising them both with the fierceness, and shoved his half-dressed mate back onto the bed. Paul just laughed, and peeled out of his pants.
Dan fumbled with his own zipper, but relaxed when Paul reached up and worked it for him.
“Since you seem to be all alpha tonight, Danny,” he teased, and drew Dan's cock out to lick at it.
Dan said nothing, just drew Paul's head in closer and moaned a little when Paul's fingers reached up to tease the man-in-the-moon captive bead on his nipple ring. He shoved his cock into Paul's mouth, wanting more of the tongue, more suction. The heat was incredible, and he growled softly.
Paul shifted, just a little, a trick Dan had taught him. His nose and mouth grew a little longer and his rough canine tongue swabbed down along Dan's balls, making him moan again. Dan gave a soft cry and came when Paul managed to snake his tongue back to rim him.
“Oh, fuck,” Dan sighed.
Paul looked up. “Now that is the idea. Just don't claw the bed. I don't feel like drowning.”
Dan rumpled his alpha's thinning blond hair. “You say that every time. I have great control, BB, and you know it.”
“Is that why you shot the second I touched your ass?” Paul stood up and grinned, his slightly distended muzzle rendering the effect bizarre. Dan kissed him anyway.
“Told you, it just takes practice. Can you get back?”
“If I can't, I'm gonna have some 'splainin to do.” Paul concentrated, his face scrunching into lines of effort. Slowly, his face resumed its normal contours and Dan kissed him even more deeply, before shedding his jeans and climbing onto the bed.
Paul swatted him. “Adorable pup.” He reached for the lubricant, condoms having been abandoned in favor of monogamy months ago. Neither was certain their lycanthropic bodies would harbor any viruses anyway.
Dan lay waiting, fidgeting as Paul took his time. “In already,” he snarled over his shoulder as Paul rubbed slick fingers along his ass.
“Impatient.” Paul pressed the head of his cock against Dan's opening. Dan felt himself open at once, practically swallowing the intruder. He shoved back, taking it all. Full and warm and felling very well-loved, he squirmed under Paul, until his alpha had no choice but to thrust.
Finally satisfied with the pace, Dan relaxed and let Paul move. He flexed his back and tightened down for more stimulation, and felt himself getting hard again. He slid a hand under himself and stroked. Above him, Paul was almost barking with each thrust as he approached his climax.
Dan was still far enough from his own peak to be amused. His mate was picking up his bad habits. Paul slammed in, howling. Dan actually chuckled a little and Paul looked a bit embarrassed.
When he pulled out, Dan rolled onto his back and rubbed himself. Paul curled in beside him and drew the comforter up over both of them then replaced Dan's hand with his.
“Your friction, pup. Gotta get you warm.”
Dan curled up in his embrace, letting Paul rub him off while he kissed and licked his mate. He came quietly, only a deeper exhalation while his tongue was deep in Paul's mouth to mark it.
Paul wiped his hand on a tissue and cuddled him in close.
“My own mate,” he whispered.
Dan kissed his neck, and let the drowsy warmth settle over him. They would be warm and safe and whole. And on Christmas night, after it was all over, they would curl up just like this, secure and loved.
***
Dan hated flying. Having a month to pack and fret over the reactions of Transportation Safety and Homeland Security to each item only compounded the hate into a distilled ball of pure panic. His research on legend-haunted, witch-cursed Arkham had given him no peace of mind, and the Elder Gods had begun invading his dreams.
He'd taken to creative insomnia to avoid the nightmares, sitting up until all hours working on various books and papers. He managed to bang out fifty pages on Thoreau, and get an outline for Whitman done as well. Paul complained, missing cuddling him at night.
So, he'd gone to bed, cuddled until Paul slept the sleep of the uninformed and unbelieving, and then slipped out to type until dawn. He found if he slept by day, the nightmares were fewer.
They talked to Corin and Cian every night. The older couple had finally caved in and bought a computer and Corin had taken to instant messaging like a shot. He appeared to be a bit insomniac, too. Dan would be up and typing in the small hours and Corin would log in to chat with him a while. It made the nights pass faster.
“Cian don't understand,” Corin typed. “He's seen so much, it all just washes over him. He don't get how scared we are, being mortal.”
“Can Cian die?” Dan typed back.
“Be killed, yes, die natural, no. Not like us, the Fae. He's not sure if he has a soul either. Some says the Sidhe haven't, so they all go to Hell on Judgment Day. Some says they do, being they're like men. Some says they can earn a soul. Some says they're only clever animals. *bg*”
Dan smiled at Corin's big grin tag. “And that makes werewolves what? Cleverer animals?” He added a winking smiley.
“You're a naughty pup. We'll have a fine time up here during Change. No basements or fences. We're to run and rip and tear and hunt and kill this time.”
Dan shivered a little. “Yeah, about that. Maybe you better let Cian come get us alone. No guarantee we'll be back to Arkham in time for the Change. We can scent your territory if he has to let us out.”
“Couldn't you get an earlier flight, lad?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Ah, it's done, and the hour is late. My Cian will be waking and wanting his tea in a couple hours. Take care of our poor dim Paul. Don't be too hard on him. He'll believe when he sees.”
“Love you, old wolf.”
“We love you pups, too. Best to Paul.” Corin signed off the instant messenger and Dan set his away message. He curled up beside Paul in the big warm waterbed. He was never really warm here in Wisconsin. He couldn't wait for the change and its fur coat. Not just the warmth, but also the simplicity when his thoughts were of nothing but food and mate and play and song. His belly would be full that night, so he would not have the blood-thirst Corin spoke of so eagerly.
That, too, would be good in its time. That intrusive thought, seemingly out of nowhere frightened Dan. He'd always been a pacifist, even family quarrels upset him. The brawl with Uncle Zoltan over his birth-pack's succession had taken more out of him than even Paul knew. His rage and grief last winter, and his ongoing lethargy hadn't been simply losing his beloved grandfather and mentor. It had been part and parcel of the shattering of his family by Zoltan's decree that he was an outcast for his gayness.
He rolled over in the big warm waterbed and Paul wrapped warmer furry arms around him, never waking as he did. Dan snuggled down into his mate's embrace. Safe, solid, comfortable Paul made everything better, when he could. Dan wasn't so sure he could make this better. He dozed as the dawn started filling the room.
***
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So let's start with a couple of Cthulhu carols, which are one of my favorite things.
Sounds of the Season:
Sexy Yuletide Excerpt:
From "Miskatonic Mistletoe" available in Riding the Nightmare
Dan turned on his own computer. Anything they knew, they could use in the battle. He learned of the Great Old Ones, the Star Spawn and the Old Ones. He read of how the Great Old Ones were almost beyond the scope of the human mind, but the Old Ones could be killed by beheading.
“Well fuck.” Dan looked up. It was rare for Paul to swear. “We're gonna shave it close, Furball. The only thing I can get us comes in at two-seventeen.”
Dan opened another window and hastily searched for Boston's sunset time on December twenty second. “Double fuck,” he corrected. “The sun sets at four-fifteen. If the plane is on time, and if our luggage doesn't get lost and if traffic isn't awful, we might make it back to Arkham in time to not maul Cian but scandalize the neighbors by changing on the lawn.”
“I'm guessing we aren't checking any luggage,” Paul said. “We'll be fine, pup.”
“That's what you say. You haven't been doing the homework I have. These things aren't just immortal, they're so far beyond what we can comprehend, we'll go crazy before we try to fight. And that's just the lesser servants.” He was shaking where he sat. “We're in so far over our heads. How can three werewolves and a half-sidhe save the world?”
Paul came to him and drew him to his feet, holding him tightly. “We can. We will. We have to, babe” He kissed Dan. “Your lips are cold.”
“I'm cold. And I'll never be warm until this is over.” Dan caught the glance Paul gave him.
“Don't look at me like that. I'm perfectly sane. I'm not going to be the guy who, by the end of the legend, is yelling 'Ia! Ia! Cthulhu f'htagn' just before he blows his brains out.”
Paul kissed him again. “Let's see if I can warm you up some. We'll set the waterbed to a nice ninety and break out the comforter.”
“And of course, body heat.” Dan managed a smile. “Would I be right in suspecting friction might be involved too?”
Paul smiled back. “If you want it, you got it.” He turned off the computer room light and eased Dan out into the hall, never letting go of him.
Dan let himself be taken to bed. Despite his bold words, he had begun to wonder if he would be the crazed shouter with the revolver before the end of all this. He kissed Paul back, wanting his warmth, his nearness, the feel of his skin and hair. Paul broke for a moment to reset the waterbed and then turned his full attention to getting them undressed.
“I do love you,” Paul said, kissing his neck. “It worries me when you get all absorbed like that.”
“I know.” Dan nipped him. Their lovemaking had become less passionate with the constant presence of the other. It had settled into a comforting style of love, without the wildness. There was no longer the need to make the most of every second, or there hadn't been. Now, as December seemed ridiculously close, Dan felt his stomach clutch in the old urgency.
He kissed Paul hard, surprising them both with the fierceness, and shoved his half-dressed mate back onto the bed. Paul just laughed, and peeled out of his pants.
Dan fumbled with his own zipper, but relaxed when Paul reached up and worked it for him.
“Since you seem to be all alpha tonight, Danny,” he teased, and drew Dan's cock out to lick at it.
Dan said nothing, just drew Paul's head in closer and moaned a little when Paul's fingers reached up to tease the man-in-the-moon captive bead on his nipple ring. He shoved his cock into Paul's mouth, wanting more of the tongue, more suction. The heat was incredible, and he growled softly.
Paul shifted, just a little, a trick Dan had taught him. His nose and mouth grew a little longer and his rough canine tongue swabbed down along Dan's balls, making him moan again. Dan gave a soft cry and came when Paul managed to snake his tongue back to rim him.
“Oh, fuck,” Dan sighed.
Paul looked up. “Now that is the idea. Just don't claw the bed. I don't feel like drowning.”
Dan rumpled his alpha's thinning blond hair. “You say that every time. I have great control, BB, and you know it.”
“Is that why you shot the second I touched your ass?” Paul stood up and grinned, his slightly distended muzzle rendering the effect bizarre. Dan kissed him anyway.
“Told you, it just takes practice. Can you get back?”
“If I can't, I'm gonna have some 'splainin to do.” Paul concentrated, his face scrunching into lines of effort. Slowly, his face resumed its normal contours and Dan kissed him even more deeply, before shedding his jeans and climbing onto the bed.
Paul swatted him. “Adorable pup.” He reached for the lubricant, condoms having been abandoned in favor of monogamy months ago. Neither was certain their lycanthropic bodies would harbor any viruses anyway.
Dan lay waiting, fidgeting as Paul took his time. “In already,” he snarled over his shoulder as Paul rubbed slick fingers along his ass.
“Impatient.” Paul pressed the head of his cock against Dan's opening. Dan felt himself open at once, practically swallowing the intruder. He shoved back, taking it all. Full and warm and felling very well-loved, he squirmed under Paul, until his alpha had no choice but to thrust.
Finally satisfied with the pace, Dan relaxed and let Paul move. He flexed his back and tightened down for more stimulation, and felt himself getting hard again. He slid a hand under himself and stroked. Above him, Paul was almost barking with each thrust as he approached his climax.
Dan was still far enough from his own peak to be amused. His mate was picking up his bad habits. Paul slammed in, howling. Dan actually chuckled a little and Paul looked a bit embarrassed.
When he pulled out, Dan rolled onto his back and rubbed himself. Paul curled in beside him and drew the comforter up over both of them then replaced Dan's hand with his.
“Your friction, pup. Gotta get you warm.”
Dan curled up in his embrace, letting Paul rub him off while he kissed and licked his mate. He came quietly, only a deeper exhalation while his tongue was deep in Paul's mouth to mark it.
Paul wiped his hand on a tissue and cuddled him in close.
“My own mate,” he whispered.
Dan kissed his neck, and let the drowsy warmth settle over him. They would be warm and safe and whole. And on Christmas night, after it was all over, they would curl up just like this, secure and loved.
***
Dan hated flying. Having a month to pack and fret over the reactions of Transportation Safety and Homeland Security to each item only compounded the hate into a distilled ball of pure panic. His research on legend-haunted, witch-cursed Arkham had given him no peace of mind, and the Elder Gods had begun invading his dreams.
He'd taken to creative insomnia to avoid the nightmares, sitting up until all hours working on various books and papers. He managed to bang out fifty pages on Thoreau, and get an outline for Whitman done as well. Paul complained, missing cuddling him at night.
So, he'd gone to bed, cuddled until Paul slept the sleep of the uninformed and unbelieving, and then slipped out to type until dawn. He found if he slept by day, the nightmares were fewer.
They talked to Corin and Cian every night. The older couple had finally caved in and bought a computer and Corin had taken to instant messaging like a shot. He appeared to be a bit insomniac, too. Dan would be up and typing in the small hours and Corin would log in to chat with him a while. It made the nights pass faster.
“Cian don't understand,” Corin typed. “He's seen so much, it all just washes over him. He don't get how scared we are, being mortal.”
“Can Cian die?” Dan typed back.
“Be killed, yes, die natural, no. Not like us, the Fae. He's not sure if he has a soul either. Some says the Sidhe haven't, so they all go to Hell on Judgment Day. Some says they do, being they're like men. Some says they can earn a soul. Some says they're only clever animals. *bg*”
Dan smiled at Corin's big grin tag. “And that makes werewolves what? Cleverer animals?” He added a winking smiley.
“You're a naughty pup. We'll have a fine time up here during Change. No basements or fences. We're to run and rip and tear and hunt and kill this time.”
Dan shivered a little. “Yeah, about that. Maybe you better let Cian come get us alone. No guarantee we'll be back to Arkham in time for the Change. We can scent your territory if he has to let us out.”
“Couldn't you get an earlier flight, lad?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Ah, it's done, and the hour is late. My Cian will be waking and wanting his tea in a couple hours. Take care of our poor dim Paul. Don't be too hard on him. He'll believe when he sees.”
“Love you, old wolf.”
“We love you pups, too. Best to Paul.” Corin signed off the instant messenger and Dan set his away message. He curled up beside Paul in the big warm waterbed. He was never really warm here in Wisconsin. He couldn't wait for the change and its fur coat. Not just the warmth, but also the simplicity when his thoughts were of nothing but food and mate and play and song. His belly would be full that night, so he would not have the blood-thirst Corin spoke of so eagerly.
That, too, would be good in its time. That intrusive thought, seemingly out of nowhere frightened Dan. He'd always been a pacifist, even family quarrels upset him. The brawl with Uncle Zoltan over his birth-pack's succession had taken more out of him than even Paul knew. His rage and grief last winter, and his ongoing lethargy hadn't been simply losing his beloved grandfather and mentor. It had been part and parcel of the shattering of his family by Zoltan's decree that he was an outcast for his gayness.
He rolled over in the big warm waterbed and Paul wrapped warmer furry arms around him, never waking as he did. Dan snuggled down into his mate's embrace. Safe, solid, comfortable Paul made everything better, when he could. Dan wasn't so sure he could make this better. He dozed as the dawn started filling the room.
***
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