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

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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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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?"

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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?"

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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.

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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."

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"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."

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"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?"

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"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.

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"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?"

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"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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."