Welcome to the World of On-topness, Part 5
GC Ashkta

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"Uhn…Eveeggaaann….!"

"What, Angel?"

"I…uhn…no…!"

"It's okay, Angel.  Just a couple more times."

"No!  He's not doing it right!"

I pulled away from the bubble gum chewing blonde and sat on the bed, totally
dejected.  Apparently it was going to be impossible for me to accomplish
this.  I got an approach or two working, but the actual act of fucking
someone - well, that was just out of my grasp for some damn reason.

Angel got up and stalked his way over to Sata, rubbing his ass.  He sat down
in his other co-protector's lap and nestled into his shoulder.  "Sata, don't
let them do it to me again."

"But, Angel," cooed Evegan, "you promised we could if we lent you the copy
of the Spanish American Tail."

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me that you were gonna do it five times!  I'm
sore!"

Sata rubbed Angel's hip.  "But you've done it more times than that with us
in the past."

Angel looked at me with a glare that was totally accusatory.  "Yeah, but you
guys know what you're doing."

Well, I'll tell you what.  Being snubbed by that character really hurt.  I
was about to cry.  Of course, Evegan noticed this and used some powerful leg
muscles to shove his foot directly between my legs…a little too damn close
to something I sort of wanted to keep for…I dunno…forever.

"Now look here, Tryptin.  We're gonna do this and do it right.  I'll find
you another partner if I have to, but you're gonna fuck if it's the last
thing I ever do."

"Um…Evegan?"  Sata grabbed a cookie from somewhere behind him and bit into
it.  "Please don't tempt the Legion of Story Devices.  You know how they are
when you say things like that."

"You're right."  He cleared his throat.  "I officially did not just tempt
the Grand Creators' wrath.  Okay…that said and done, come on…."

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Really weird.  Really, really weird-ass, cause the last place I imagined I'd
be was standing in front of that stupid sliding door.  It happens to lead
into a room Evegan will NOT enter, not even on a sex-bribe.  So, yeah, I was
more or less freaking terrified.  Besides, the guy inside is so rarely in a
good mood, and I had the worst feeling that he'd scare the shit outta me.

"What do you want?"

Apparently he was in a Morden mood. Not good.

"Hi," said Evegan.  "We just wanted  you to come out here a second.  Could
you please?"

"No.  Last time I did, someone tried to screw me.  And I don't mean that
figuratively.  Go away."

"Come now, Adam."

"No!!  I just told you, no screwing."

Evegan made a face. "I meant come OUT here."

"Dude…did you NOT hear what I just said…."

I sighed.  This was getting us nowhere, and my hard on was going to waste,
cause I don't know about you people, but I can't stand around for ten to
twenty minutes and just, you know, keep it up without stimulation.  I mean,
Sata obviously could.  Those cookies were doing a damn good job, and
everyone knew it, but he was managing to keep his restlessness under an
unusually tight control.

"Not unusually tight," he told me at one point.  "I'm actually very good at
controlling myself normally.  It's just the, you know, HammerSpacian energy.
It does shit to my training mode."

Oh, my eternal bad.

"Okay," said Evegan as he turned to me, "how much of a Raemunde are you,
Tryptin?"

I thought that one over.  "Well, I like to cut things up, and I did get
screwed by Uncle Blake."

"Good enough.  Sata?  Knives?"

"Um, do I look like I frequently carry knives on my person?"

Evegan slapped his forehead.  "Oh, that's right. I'm the one who carries
blades."

And I swear, he pulled it out of somewhere and I don't even want to know
where he put his hand. The concept of anyone Scorpio carrying knives in
HammerSpace was enough to make me cry anyway, but I was afraid of where
Evegan might choose to put the knife if I did that.  He handed me the dagger
thingy.

"Here…do something to open that door."

He then retreated to about twenty feet down the hall.  I stood there looking
like I didn't believe him, and I didn't.  I wasn't going to break into
Adam's room, no way.  No matter how nice Ashkta said he was in the AU's, I'm
no freaking moron.

"Uh, dude…no…!"

"Come on, Tryptin.  You have to.  If we don't get this going, you're going
to spend the rest of your life on bottom and Ai-shee will never love you."

That mortified me.  Not mortified like I was going to hurry up and break
into Adam's private domicile, but more like the concept of him not loving me
already was…well, hell…it was angsty.  And since Evegan brought it up,
period, it pissed me off.

It was at that moment that Adam stormed out of his room, grabbed the knife
out of my hand, and threw it at Evegan.  "Man! Not everyone's life
partnership is based on sex, and upsetting someone like that is just - well
- it's so you."

I had to admit, the guy was right.  That doesn't mean I wasn't still
terrified when he yanked me inside his room.  I could swear I saw Evegan
smile rather smugly before the doors shut.


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And now you're wondering…Tryptin, dude…what's with all the scene breaks?
Well, filler sucks.  I hate filler.  So none of that crap.

"Adam…who was your first?  In HammerSpace, I mean."

He thought it over a minute and mixed some hot chocolate powder in the
water.  "Hmm…that would be Moby."

I completely phased out of existence for a moment.  Moby?  Weird Moby?  I
mean, Moby's cool sometimes, but I'd never have sex with him.  Well, okay,
maybe not never, ever…but probably never.  Cause like I said, I'm totally
squeamish about doms.  I don't lay around in white leather and get chained
up.  That's not my style.

Of course, if it's a napkin holder chain, and I was being tormented with a
leaf of Romaine lettuce…oh wait…too much info at once.

"Moby?"  I asked.  "How'd that happen?"

"Well I was in a pissy mood one day…."

Mm…no kidding….

"And he just happened to taunt me a little too much.  Well, to me yelling
and fighting is a big turn on, and instead of hitting him, I grabbed him and
-."

"Yeah, okay!  I got it."

"By that token, I'm really surprised I haven't gotten it on with Votaatch."

"Votaatch doesn't do guys."

Adam gave me this really funny look like I was an idiot.  Which, admittedly,
I might have been every now and again, especially considering my situation,
but still….

"This far into the HammerSpace lore?  Of course he does guys."

And then Adam actually laughed.  I had no idea what to do…it was weird.

I opted for throwing myself into his lap.

Now I know that seems really odd.  Especially with a guy who tends to beat
the crap out of people who try to come onto him.  But I figured, hey…why not
risk it.  The worst he could do was utterly humiliate me and cause me major
pain.  But I got that on the Chibi Scout visits to OLSH anyway, so why not?

And you know what?  I'll admit that he probably did do Moby, and he probably
does get off on a little pain now and again, and he's usually a very angry
young man.  But when he kissed me, you really wouldn't have known it.  And
since gentleness is a big thing with me, the feathery caresses I got were
really doing the shock-wave thing.

He eased my shirt off, and it occurred to me that he was sort of taking the
dominant position.  But I figured it wouldn't set me back too much if he
wanted to be top during a little side-tryst.  But instead he piled us both
on the carpet and leaned back for me.

And now I was nervous as hell. Cause this was Adam…and Adam didn't have sex
except on occasion, and never in front of me that was for sure.  So it was
too weird.  I was definitely changing my mind…until the velvet thing came
into it.

It was actually a blindfold.  I never associated Adam with velvet, but I was
cool with that.  It's not like he was a member of Casa del-freaking-Dulce
anydamnway.  So instead of freezing up or taking off, I sat back and let him
do whatever.  I couldn't see, and it was really intensifying everything
else.  Mind numbing kisses, and hands everywhere, and it was generally very
nice.  I wasn't complaining, anyway.

And then what I didn't expect.  Or rather, another thing I didn't expect,
because none of this was pre-planned from my point of view.  Anyway, he
started moaning, and I didn't know why cause I wasn't really doing anything.
I should have been, but I wasn't.  So imagine my sudden mode of panic when
I'm quickly sheathed in this oh-so-hot place.

I gasped and pulled off the blindfold, but he put his hands over my eyes.
And then he started moving.  Good grief, he started moving and I was
completely breathless.  Again, I really should have been doing something,
but I was way too distracted.  My hips started moving with him in an
instinct I didn't even think I had - according to Angel, anyhow.  But, damn,
it was good.

When he took his hand off of my eyes, he was smiling down at me and putting
my hand against his cock.  When I looked down my body at it, I was really
kind of glad that he didn't top me.  The boy was freaking huge.  But hand
jobs I definitely knew, and it wasn't long before we were both finished in a
haze of still rather unexpected glory.

Adam leaned forward and kissed me before pulling up and patting me on the
thigh.  All I could do was lay there and imagine the little Me's in my head
again.  They were all knocked out.  Every last one.  Like a nuclear bomb
went off, and the way I felt, I think one did.

He sat down beside me and pulled me up against his chest.  I turned into him
like I was going to go to sleep, but somehow I just couldn't do it.  Wanted
to but couldn't - I think something had awakened in me that was slowly
gaining the energy to be insatiable.  In fact, in retrospect, I'm absolutely
positive that's what happened.

"There you go, Tryptin."

"Mmm…."

"You going to sleep on me?"

"Mmm…."

Adam laughed, but not for long.  Cause in about thirty seconds, I was all
over him.


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