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Talks, trouble and tequila. Minus the tequila. - For Isaac

Life had turned upside down again. The last time it had brought him Isaac and Darcy. Now it had let him keep them. So long as that was the case, the rest he could work with. The house was beautiful, and familiar to Isaac, and they seemed to not be the only ones that came through whatever had happened.

Yet a change in residence didn't mean that Vex knew he and Isaac still had a talk to finish. One where, yeah, Isaac swore he loved him and his past didn't change that, but Vex had seen the look in his puppy's eyes, and he knew they needed to talk. More.

And maybe he needed to feed, but he would let them get through talking first. He needed to talk about it all with Isaac and make sure it really was okay.

So he grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge and sought out Isaac.

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Isaac had been ... well. Marking their territory. They didn't know this new place, and there were plenty of supplies but there didn't seem to be anything resembling a town right outside their front door anymore. So every day, Isaac went a little further out into the woods and marked where he was with a stake.

Today was looking hopeful - he found an arrow sticking out of a tree, and a target set up. Which meant someone was out here, a neighbor or something. He just hit the lawn of their backyard, Shere Khan tagging at his heels, when he saw Vex coming out of the back door.

He beamed up at the other man. "Guess what? I found someone's target practice stuff -- there's people. Somewhere."

Well, they were a sight. Vex couldn't get over that. Wild animals, strong and powerful and his. He liked that thought, smiling crookedly though it slightly faded a the sight of the arrow.

"Did someone shoot that at you? If so, I'm more than willing to hunt them down and kill them," he offered as if it was the most common answer to something like that. "So we're not just off in the middle of nowhere by ourselves? A positive answer for things like getting more beer, and food. Food is probably good," he said, though it wasn't entirely a joke.

One he wanted to take care of the others. Two he knew he had to consider his own feeding needs, especially if they were the only ones around for a while.

Isaac closed the distance between himself and Vex, whistling softly for Shere to keep to his heel. He walked up the steps, going to close his arm around the other man's waist. He bumped their heads together, smiling softly, before he held up the arrow between them. "Only thing this attacked is a tree - so we might be in luck, or we might have to fend off Robin Hood."

He stepped back, arching up an eyebrow. "Beer?"

It was those little touches between them, liking how easily they came together. His fingers brushed against Isaac's cheek, loving the smoothness of his skin, the sharp lines of the boy's face.

"Yeah well, trees can be evil. Didn't you ever watch the Wizard of Oz?"

He smirked though, shrugging. "They were in the fridge and figured I could use one, and maybe you could too. Promise, I'm not drinking myself into a stupor. Not yet." Not like he had been that day he'd talked to Isaac about the truth. Not like that.

He let out a snort at that, tipping his head at the other man just so. Amusement flashed in his blue eyes, as he looked into those sharp, sparkling dark ones. Yeah, he knew you were poking at him. It was frigging adorable, you marshmellow Dark Fae.

"Many times. But I know you'd protect me."

He nodded his head slowly, before he leaned in to kiss Vex's forehead. "Good. We all need to stay sharp around here. Especially when we don't know what we're dealing with yet."

That made him grin. "Yeah, I would. Only one that gets to poke at you is me," he said, waggling his brows as he said it, never once to let a lecherous joke pass by.

That gentle kiss made him roll his eyes, even if he was grinning. "Yeah well... We also have to face things about what we do know we're facing," he admitted. "Like there only being us, and just those of us here like you and Darcy and certain things that I need," he pointed out.

Isaac's smile split his face, and he hummed quietly before he pressed the other man closer. "Well you can poke me again any time you want."

He tilted his head a little, his lips pressing together. "Oh that's true - you do need to get fed." He He looked a ittle more thoughtful at that. "All right, who are you feeding off of first, me or Darcy?"

"Tease,' he said, mouth brushing Isaac's tenderly, not even pushing and rushing for more. Just enjoying the contentment between them, that he had this kind of romance with anyone, nonetheless the two of them. He still felt a kinship with Isaac though he thought he might never find anywhere else.

"No." He shook his head. "I don't want to that be something with us. I mean..." He sighed, gnawing at his lip. Damn but emotions were still hard. "I don't use against people for good. It's humiliation, and pain and my job and while I don't have to do that... Dammit, if I want to use my hands on you, I don't want it to be to make you obey me."

And not once thinking about the ways he might use it for them both, to try and make things better in his own mind and between them. Just knowing how he had used his mesmer hand for centuries.

Intimacy was something neither one of them was good at - hell Darcy was the best at it and she could be off on her own planet sometimes. The two of them together though -- it was a whole new level of knowing someone better than they knew themselves. He liked these moments, standing so close to someone, knowing he could kiss him, fuck him, whatever, but just being happy to be ... held. Without anything else being needed.

It was that intimacy that allowed him to curl his fingers around Vex's hips, a faint frown working over his face. "...okay, so using the Mesmer, it's basically bad control, where you make them ... your puppet, and that's the only way is for you to feed?"

It was a harder talk to have sober, and yet he was glad for it. Not even having opened the beer yet. He wanted to talk this out, work it out. It had to be done before he got to that point again and ended up hurting someone. There was going to be none of that, taking no chances.

"When I was younger, I used it for other things. Pranks and stuff like that. It's been hundreds of years Isaac since I've used it for anything but work. I don't have to hurt them to feed. I just have to use the mesmer hand. I don't know.."

He paused, frowning. "I don't even know if I have the siren's voice still," he admitted. "I didn't have it before, and maybe it's gone with Teleios. If I could feed with that, there's ways... and maybe ways with the hand, but it's still using you, and Darcy."

Isaac pulled Vex over to one of the lawn chairs, sitting himself down and pulling Vex down into his lap. He took the beers out of the Fae's hand and put them on the table, then wrapped his arms around Vex's waist. His blue eyes were quiet, pensive, before he finally spoke.

"All right ... well, I'm open to ideas. What can we do to help you, to make sure you don't starve?" He asked finally, his young face solemn. "I don't want you killing yourself to protect us."

It was something that Vex never would have allowed, or indulged in, in his own world. Yet there was something about being held by Isaac, in curling up in his lap, that brought out what was likely the very best in the dark fae.

Curling in against him, one hand curled to the back of his neck, watching him with dark eyes as if not sure how to deal with this. Not just his desires, but in knowing he was trying to protect others. It was something he wasn't comfortable with because he had done it so infrequently in his lifetime. All of it.

"Trust me, I don't know what to think about being willing to die for you either," he admitted. "It's weird. I don't even know what to think of it. But..."

He considered it. "Technically any use is feeding. Once I made The Morrigan dance, humiliating her in front of another. It fed me. It would still be making you and Darcy do things though." Which bothered him, and he still wasn't sure why it bothered him, not understanding the mechanics of loving others like that.

For his part, Isaac was used to protecting people, and yet this was as much protection for himself as it was for Vex. This helped ground them both, in the here and now. He nodded his head briefly at the statements, gnawing on his bottom lip as he traced his fingers up Vex's firm back.

"Well you know we'd die for you ...so it's kinda a circular argument here." He finally said, lifting an eyebrow dryly. It was true, though. Darcy and he would give up control if it kept Vex from starving.

He lifted his other hand, putting it on Vex's neck. "But I get it. So much of my life - of Darcy's life ... was at the whim of other people. You don't want to put us there, you don't want to use us ...because we're different. But Sexy, we gotta figure out something."

He looked out to the woods. "Maybe we should start going out further. How much time do I have?"

He leaned in, kissing Isaac to stop him from biting at his own lip. Snuggling in closer, loving the touch and comfort of being with him. Of course, he also liked taking advantage of being near him and driving him wild, though this didn't seem the time for it.

"I know you would, and you're not allowed to. At all. No dying, especially not for me," he said, voice hard and meaning it.

"I know the things you've dealt with, some of them," he admitted. "But I hate you having to do things for me because I make you. Not with what you've been through. We need to try and the whistle. Then at least I would know I was making you feel good. If you say you want it, then..."

He nodded. Consent was hard for him, things he hadn't really dealt with until now.

"We could explore. Definitely. We really should, for all our sakes. As for time, I fed just before whatever got us kicked out, and so I have another couple of weeks until it's bad. I should do it regularly though."

Otherwise he was tempted to overeat.

Isaac felt Vex's mouth on his, feeling that rush of heat as the man curled in closer. He rested his cheek against the other man's, nuzzling slightly. It wouldn't take much to drive him up the wall, but there we had it.

"All right, all right. But that goes for you too." Isaac whispered, his voice going slightly haunted. "No dying in front of me."

He tilted his head a little, before he nodded his head slightly. "...yeah, okay, why don't we try the whistle first, then? Because, you know, I choose to have you whistle at me." His lips twitched up.

"All right, so we got two plans. Whistle and explore." He tilted his head a little.

Vex sighed softly, inhaling Isaac's scent and glad to have him close. Liking that they had one another, that they had this time to come together. Whether sexually or otherwise, though he wasn't sure he would ever want to, or could ever, give up that madness that was intimacy between them.

"Promise. If I die, it won't be in front of you," he admitted, meaning it. He'd find a way for it to happen when Isaac wasn't there.

"Yeah, I am betting you love that," he said, grinning. He took a breath and then, a moment, he started to whistle. It was still there. He still had the siren's voice. Whistling in a voice that was supernatural and not human. Not in the least.

And it was meant to make him feel good. Not even sexual, but relaxed and content and happy.

Isaac breathed out slowly, wrapping his arms around Vex. Taking in his warmth and giving it out in kind. Trying to warm the other man's hands, his body, with his own. He pressed his lips against Vex's cheek, nuzzling against him.

"Thank you." He said simply, before kissed the man again.

He laughed quietly, before he let it go, his breath tight as the whistle caused his throat to tighten and his body to thrum ... then relax. Like a line of tension left him one breath. "....yeah, okay. That works."

It wasn't hard using that voice, even though it wasn't his own. Nor was he entirely skilled in using it, though he was doing his best with it.

The sounds rose and dropped, a lyrical whistle meant to make him feel happy, to feel good. It was something he could give to Isaac, something he wanted to give to him.

It broke off suddenly. "I can taste it. Not as strong as the hand," he admitted. "But I can taste it. I could taste you then. How did it feel?"

Isaac breathed in, feeling the whistle reach inside of him, loosening his mind and body. He breathed in deep, and then exhaled, feeling his muscles relax and his body finally start to uncoil.

"...Yeah. I can feel it too." He smiled, his lips curving up. "Takes all the pain away, how did you do that?"

The whistle faded away. "It's the whistle of a siren. Literally sirens. Except they're not mermaids out at sea luring sailors to their deaths. Not anymore," he said, though he was sure once upon a time they had been just like that.

"Now they're just like me. Staying in the public eye, blending in with humans, and doing what we need. It can hurt, and heal, and it can kill," he admitted. "I asked for it though to help and protect since I'm used to using my hands to hurt others. At least when I use the mesmer," he added, since he often used his hands for a lot to bring pleasure to those he cared about.

Isaac exhaled slowly, feeling it still rippling through him. He hummed quietly to the song still in his head, as he curled Vex up closer. "Well, whatever it was ... it felt good. Like, making me worry less, be less tense. So ... yeah, full permission to use that again."

A crooked smile. "Especially if it helps both of us."

"Liked it, did you?" He smiled then, flad to know that Isaac had enjoyed it, especially since it had worked for his own needs. Maybe not as strong as it might have using his given hand but it definitely wasn't holding him back.

"I like how you taste on the air," he admitted, leaning in, kissing him tenderly. "It's lighter than when I use my hands but it's there," he admitted. "I can still taste it, feel it in my system."

"I did ... it didn't feel bad, or weird. Just kind of like when we're in bed alone together, and you're playing with my hair or something. I felt at peace." He looks solemn at that. "At least the only real peace I've ever known."

He tipped his head a little, into that kiss, before he whispered. "Then we are doing well with that?"

"You deserve more, Isaac. I keep telling you that." And he kept seeing Isaac as that pure, perfect example of fae. One abused and hurt, and unlike Vex or any of his victims, not deserving of it. "We should do things more often that make you feel peace," he murmured, nuzzling at the corner of his mouth, this his cheek.

"We can, yeah. It could work. Maybe just more often, but not hurting you. You're sure it's okay?" He was learning consent, dammit. Had been from Kenzi and Bo, and then Isaac. He was trying hard to get it right.

"Yeah, well ... I survived. I figure that's about as much as anyone can ask of." He quirked up a corner of his mouth, "We all gonna go running through the woods then?" He nuzzled in turn though, curling into the other man.

"Okay ... and yeah, it's fine. I didn't feel bad at all, didn't feel like I was losing control of myself or anything." He tilted his head. "Which means sirens are reaaaaaally good at what they do, huh?"

"You're going to get better than though though," he promised, grinning at that. "I suppose we are. Guess I should have gotten the ability to shift while I had the chance, huh?" Because that could have definitely been interesting.

"Yeah, bastard kept trying to bust my eardrums," he admitted, rolling his eyes. Though he couldn't entirely deny that he likely deserved it. He had done a lot of things.

"Sure I am. I got you and Darcy, don't I?" He laughed quietly, before he tilted his head. "You seriously think that you need shifting on top of everything else? That's all we need, a mesmering siren werewolf."

Yes, he's teasing, and yes, he shakes his head at Vex's comment. "Of course he did. What did you do to him?"

"So I can keep up with you in the woods," he said, smirking as he leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. "And track you when you wander off," he added, smirk turning to a grin at that. "Just in case."

"It wasn't to him," he admitted, shrugging. "Not directly. He was a light fae working for the cops to watch over the fae. Then he was the Ash. Bastard was probably the best one they'd ever had."

"Oh well ... that would be nice. And the tracking wouldn't be bad either." Isaac grinned again, "Just in case, though? Just to make sure you can catch up with me?"

He tilted his head slightly, and thoughtfully. "...So he was actually a Good Ash? I thought those didn't exist."

"I guess for now though I'll just have to try hard," he said. "Or maybe put you on a leash and collar," he teased. "Since I can't shift," he pointed out. "I can whistle you back though," he added, though they both knew that he wouldn't. He wouldn't force him to do things he wouldn't want to.

"They didn't to him, and the others were already trying to take him out," he admitted. "Which is why. They want a war. They want to keep light against dark, and fae against humans."

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