Fic: Changing of the Guard
The Bumblebee Bar and Grill is warm and woody. There’s a ‘family restaurant’ section which has different sized, roughly-hewn wooden tables, lots of fake plants and low-hanging lights that look like bee hives.
On the opposite side of an exposed brick wall with a two-way open fire place, there’s a ‘saloon’ section, with a long granite bar that’s lined with brown leather bar stools. Guests can get into this part from the restaurant via swinging saloon doors and there’s an outside entry too. The bar has a jukebox, a couple of pool tables, a couple of foosball tables and a couple of air hockey tables, and it’s where the town’s younger crowd congregate on a Friday and a Saturday night.
Jensen arrives at The Bumblebee at six pm promptly. He gets a table for two in the family restaurant section and tells the server that he’s expecting a friend to join him. Misha walks through the front door five minutes later. He’s dressed much as he was earlier, in nice jeans, a silver shirt and a black suit jacket. His hair still looks like he just rolled out of bed, but Jensen likes it; he finds himself wanting to run his fingers through it and fights back a blush.
Misha lights up when he sees Jensen and makes his way over quickly. The server brings water and bread rolls and menus and then retreats.
“You look good,” Jensen says.
Misha’s eyes rove over him. “As do you,” he says.
Jensen helps himself to a bread roll. “Yeah. Well. I don’t do fancy clothes.” He is suddenly a little self-conscious of his work-tough jeans and plaid shirt.
He steers the conversation away from him looking like a hick and Misha looking all well-dressed and sophisticated. “So, did you have any trouble finding the place?”
“None at all,” Misha says. “Our bond is slowly strengthening and it led me straight to you,” he leans forward and lowers his voice. “I flew in cloaked so that my landing would be discreet and then I made sure I was entirely hidden from view before I de-cloaked. I have been practicing the spell to hide only my wings all afternoon!”
The fairy looks very pleased with himself and Jensen can’t help but smile. “Good job,” he says and then chuckles when the fairy positively preens under the praise.
The server comes across and asks them if they’re ready to order, but they haven’t even looked at the menus yet.
It occurs to Jensen that it’s a little odd that of all the languages on the planet, the fairy speaks English. And besides, surely they have their own language?
“We do,” Misha tells him. “We call it The True Tongue.”
Jensen nods. “So did you learn English as part of your Guard training?”
Misha takes a sip of his water and inclines his head. “Not bad,” he says. “A little too much nitrate, perhaps.”
Jensen gapes at him.
“I’m a Water-Sídhe,” he says. Which is obviously supposed to explain things, but doesn’t.
Misha tells him that the Fae, whether Seelie or Unseelie, are all aligned with one of the main four elements; Earth, Fire, Water or Air.
“Jared is an Earth- Sídhe,” Misha says. “Which is why we were all so impressed when you said there was something very ‘earthy’ about him. It appears you may be naturally sensitive to the fhórsa saol of others.”
“Fhórsa saol?” Jensen queries.
Misha purses his lips. “The life force. The spirit.”
Jensen’s mouth twists skeptically. He doesn’t know about this spirit business. It’s more likely that he’s just learned how to read people well, because for a foster kid who’s constantly dumped on different people it’s an important survival skill.
“So when did you learn English?” he steers the conversation back to its original topic.
Misha shrugs. “The Fae have the Gift of Tongues. I speak The True Tongue, all the human languages, both past and current, and Dragon.”
Jensen chokes on his water. “There are dragons?” he splutters, once he’s finished coughing.
Misha nods gravely. “But don’t worry, it has been many years since one escaped through a portal into your realm.”
“Fuck,” Jensen breathes.
They make their meal selections and then spend a pleasant evening getting to know each other. Misha talks about his family and their duties in the Fae Realm, which mostly seem to revolve around managing various river systems in the Human Realm and attending functions at the Royal Court.
It all sounds very important and glamorous and Jensen can’t imagine himself fitting in.
He tells Misha that his folks passed when he was a kid and after that he pretty much just got tossed from foster family to foster family, until he was sixteen, and old enough to be put in a group home.
“My eighteenth birthday,” he says, “they gave me a letter saying I’d been discharged from the system, $200.00 and the address of a cheap boarding house. Been trying to find somewhere to call home ever since.”
Misha reaches out and puts a hand over his. “You will always have a home with me,” he says.
The server collects their dirty plates and Jensen pulls his hand away from Misha.
They have dessert and the noises Misha makes when he eats his peach cobbler go straight to Jensen’s cock.
“It seems that the food in your world has improved greatly since I last visited the Realm,” Misha says, putting his fork down and licking his lips contentedly. “Tonight’s meal has been exquisite.”
“When were you last in the Mortal Realm?” Jensen asks.
Misha cocks his head and considers the question. “It was a long time ago. I was very young,” he says. “Thirty years old, perhaps.”
Jensen gapes at him, because Misha doesn’t look a day over twenty five.
“Can’t have been that long ago,” he says. “How old are you now?”
“I am 253,” Misha replies.
“Get the fuck out!” Jensen’s jaw drops.
Misha looks devastated. He looks down at the table and then stands slowly and reluctantly, before turning away.
“Hey…where are you going?’ Jensen asks.
Misha frowns. “You told me to get out.”
“It’s just an expression, dude. Sit down.”
Misha sits.
“So…you’re immortal?” Jensen says.
Misha explains that no living being is immortal; some just live longer than others and are very hard to kill. In Fae terms, Misha is still considered very young, as the Fae can live for up to 5,000 years and are not considered to have reached adulthood until their 250th birthday.
Jensen figures that this human/fairy soulmate thing really has to suck for the fairies. He’s got eighty or ninety years in him if he’s lucky. To the Fae that must seem like such a short time.
Jensen says as much to Misha and the fairy cocks his head again in the way he does when something really puzzles him.
“Once our bond has solidified,” Misha says, “your lifespan will be as long as mine.”
Somehow it really doesn’t seem fair to Jensen that his little sisters didn’t get to reach double digits and yet he is being given an opportunity to have several millennia.
He shakes his head in a combination of wonder and denial. “Wanna play some pool?” he asks the fairy.
Misha has never played pool before, which means that Jensen gets to teach him, stretching over his lean body, pressing up against him, and guiding his hands on the cue. It’s been a while since Jensen got laid and even if he’s not sure about this soulmate business, he’s not at all averse to the idea of sneaking into one of the barns with Misha and getting fucked over a stack of hay bales. So Jensen does a lot of very unsubtle cue fondling, strategic bending over and ass-wiggling. He watches with satisfaction as Misha’s expression becomes more and more heated and when he manages to rub up against him in passing he is delighted to find Misha hard. Jensen swallows and promptly sinks the rest of the balls on the table. He turns, more than ready to suggest that they get out of there and finds a familiar face leaning against the pool table, standing right in between him and Misha.
“Looky here, Dave,” says the guy, “if it ain’t that little fag that got us arrested for tryina teach Warren to act right.”
Another man-Dave presumably-nods and twirls a pool cue threateningly. “Shoulda known he was a fairy,” Dave says.
“Jensen is not a fairy,” Misha says.
“Jensen,” the other thug mocks, “sounds like a fairy name to me!”
Misha stares at him hard. “Yes,” he agrees cautiously. “It does have the pleasing sound of a fairy name. But Jensen is not a fairy.”
Both men are now focused on Misha. “You’re a fairy, though, aren’t you?” Dave sneers.
Misha blinks. “What makes you say that?”
“We can tell by the look of you,” the other man says, chest puffing out as he fronts up to Misha aggressively.
Misha glances back over one shoulder and Jensen realizes that he’s wondering if his wings are visible to the humans.
“It’s slang,” Jensen tells him, “for someone who’s gay. You know, likes other guys.”
“Yeah, like you!” Dave pokes Misha in the chest.
“I see,” Misha straightens up and frowns. “But why is ‘fairy’ slang for that? The Fae-”
Jensen cuts him off. “I guess because people think that fairies are weak and dainty like girls, and if gay guys fuck other guys then they must be girly too. Weak and dainty, like a fairy.”
Misha goes very still. “Humans think that fairies are weak?” he says in a very cold voice.
Jensen nods and Dave shoves at Misha again.
“I reckon we should take these fairies outside and teach ‘em a lesson about being a real man,” Dave says.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jensen says placatingly. “We’ll just leave.”
“No,” Misha says. “I think Dave’s idea is an excellent one. There are definitely some lessons to be taught here. Let’s go.”
He walks briskly to the exit and Jensen hurries after him. “Misha, we don’t have to do this,” he says, as they reach the car park. “We can just go.”
“I don’t think so,” Dave shoves Jensen hard from behind and Jensen stumbles.
Misha moves like a whirlwind. Before Jensen can do much more than blink both Dave and his buddy are out cold on the asphalt and the small circle of onlookers that had gathered to watch the gay bashing are shuffling uncertainly.
“Would anyone else like to fight the fairies?” Misha asks.
There is a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightning and for just a moment, Misha’s wings appear in shadow. The shadowy wings are obviously visible to the gathered onlookers because they gasp and point and back away uncertainly.
Once they’ve all gone back into the bar, Misha spins to look at Jensen, the expression on his face ferocious. Jensen takes a subconscious step backwards and ends up with his back pressed against somebody’s truck.
“He put his hands on you,” Misha says, his body practically flush with Jensen’s. “I didn’t like it.”
Jensen takes hold of Misha’s waist and reels him in. He widens his stance so that he is a little shorter than Misha and then tilts his head back and parts his lips. Misha recognizes the invitation for what it is and claims Jensen’s mouth in a kiss that is both gentle and unyielding. He brings his hands up to Jensen’s head and holds him firmly in place as he plunders his mouth, lips pressed against lips, tongue thrusting and tasting. Jensen returns the kiss passionately, but he lets the fairy take the lead.
“Hey!” There is an outraged shout from somewhere behind them. “That’s my truck!”
Misha flings an arm backwards with a muttered snarl and there is silence again. Misha thrusts his tongue against Jensen’s a couple more times and then pulls away reluctantly.
“We should go somewhere more private,” the fairy says.
Jensen nods his agreement and Misha waves a hand before scooping Jensen into his arms and taking flight.
Jensen whoops and throws his arms out. “This is awesome!” he cries.
Misha chuckles darkly in his ear. “Wait until you get your wings,” he says. “There’s nothing better than mid-air sex.”
They land beside the fairy ring and Misha tugs Jensen toward it urgently.
“Wait!” Jensen says. “Can we…I’m not sure I’m ready to go, you know, there. Can we just go into the hayloft?”
“Of course.”
Misha picks him up again and flies them over to the barn and then up into the hayloft. He deposits Jensen on top of a pile of hay bales and then takes off his jacket and puts it down for Jensen to sit on. Jensen has barely sat down when Misha is pushing in between his legs and kissing him while pulling off Jensen’s shirt. Jensen attacks Misha’s and with a lot of pushing and pulling and grasping and grunting they manage to get each other naked.
“Lean back,” Misha says, and Jensen obeys, scooting his ass to the edge of the hay bale he’s sitting on and leaning back against the one behind him with his arms spread wide. His cock is hard and flushed and leaking against his belly and Misha looks at it greedily and then tips his head forward and sucks it into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Jensen gasps and spreads his legs wider.
Misha sucks cock like a pro, all tight wet heat, friction and pressure and a tongue that can do wicked, clever things. He deep throats Jensen and swallows and squeezes and just when Jensen thinks he’s going to come, he pulls off.
“No, no, no!” Jensen grabs at his arms. “Don’t stop. I need to come. Fuck, Misha. C’mon.”
Misha conjures a small pot out of thin air and then dips his fingers into it. Before Jensen can formulate a question the fairy has pulled his ass right off the edge of the hay bale and is pressing two oily fingers up inside of him. Jensen groans at the stretch.
“Too much?” Misha says.
“Feels good,” Jensen says.
And it really does. Misha knows what he’s doing, finger-fucking him slow and deep, opening him up, rubbing at his prostate until Jensen’s toes are curling and he’s begging Misha to fuck him before he comes.
Misha hooks Jensen’s ankles over his shoulders and then the head of his cock is at Jensen’s entrance. It feels a lot bigger than Jensen was expecting. Misha pushes just the head inside and then pauses while Jensen adjusts to his girth.
“Fuck,” Jensen says. “You are not proportional!”
Misha lowers his head to Jensen’s cock and Jensen marvels at his bendiness.
Misha suckles hard and tongues at the sensitive helmet. Jensen relaxes with a groan and then nearly arches off the hay bale when Misha drives in deep, bottoming out in one relentless thrust.
Misha relaxes his throat and takes Jensen in deep and Jensen isn’t really sure he can cope with this much pleasure. His ass is throbbing and burning, but all of his nerve endings are zinging with ecstasy too and he can do nothing but bury his fingers in Misha’s hair and hang on for dear life, not sure whether to rock up into his talented mouth or back onto his monstrous, thrusting cock.
He ends up doing both and it only takes half a dozen deep plunges into his ass to have Jensen coming with a yell, his brain whiting out at the intensity of his orgasm. Misha comes a couple of thrusts later and then wraps Jensen in both his arms and his wings and nuzzles against the side of his neck.
“Mine,” Misha says and it’s like someone has twisted a kaleidoscope inside Jensen’s brain.
Psychedelic colors and strange shapes burst across his mind’s eye. His senses are suddenly sharper and he can feel Misha; can sense the very being of him, almost as though he’s tethered to him in some way.
Misha raises his head. “You can sense our bond,” he says, and Jensen can feel his joy; can feel the depth of the fairy’s emotions, his delight at having shared the gift of pleasure with his soulmate, his deep desire for them to never be apart again.
It’s frightening and overwhelming and everything that Jensen has ever wanted.
“Please,” Misha begs. “Please come home with me.”
Jensen agrees that he will.
When Jensen tiptoes in through the Browns’ front door later that night, they’re waiting up for him.
“Had some phone calls,” Larry says, indicating to Jensen that he should take a seat at the kitchen table.
Jensen sits down with a lump in his throat. He’s leaving soon anyway, but it would be nice to leave on good terms.
“Are you alright,” Larry asks.
Jensen nods.
“We hear some fool boys tried to start trouble because you were on a date with a boy,” Larry says. “Is that true?”
Jensen nods again.
“Well,” Larry says. “We sure would like to meet this young man sometime. You feel free to bring him to the house. I’m gonna hit the hay,” Jensen blushes at Larry’s choice of words and Larry grins and pats him on the arm. “See you bright and early in the morning.”
“Larry?” Larry stops and turns. “Thank you. But, uh. I’m gonna be leaving soon. Misha’s asked me to move in with him and I know it’s early days, but, uh, it feels right.”
Larry nods and runs a hand over his moustache. “Can you give us a week?” he asks. “We’ll need to line up a new farmhand.”
Jensen doesn’t think that’s too much to ask.
Misha isn’t happy about it, but he understands. He even comes over for supper one evening, and is not only charming and entertaining, but also somehow manages to sidestep all the questions Jensen knows Brenda and Larry had lined up for him. Jensen suspects that magic was involved in that.
Jensen kisses his soulmate at the door and then floats back into the kitchen where Brenda is having a cup of tea and a slice of carrot cake. Larry has gone to bed.
“Did I ever tell you,” Brenda says, “that this is my family’s farm?”
“You didn’t.”
Jensen slides in opposite and prepares to listen to her story. They’ve found a farmhand to replace him, a kid from a local family who’ll be working for a proper wage rather than room and board and spending money. The new farmhand will be living at home and not with Brenda and Larry and Jensen knows Brenda’s going to miss him, even though he’s promised to come back and visit, so he’s willing to sit and listen to her stories whenever she wants, for as long as it takes.
“My family has always put cream out for the fairies,” she says, “we’d been doing it forever even when my grandma was a little girl, but it was my sister who told me she could actually see the fairies. Or one fairy in particular any way,” Brenda takes a sip of her tea. “She told me that he was her soulmate and that she was going to go and live with him in the Fae Realm. I didn’t believe her,” Brenda’s mouth twists. “And I didn’t want her to leave. I told her that if she ran away with a boy, she was dead to me.”
Brenda lifts her head and looks at Jensen with tears in her eyes. “When my sister told me that she’d met her soulmate, I noticed that her eyes had started to take on an almost unnatural looking glow. Just like yours have been doing this past week. Misha’s eyes have the same strange, ethereal glow to them. And just now, he seemed to get half way across our yard and vanish. So I’ve gotta ask, Jensen. Is he…is Misha…?”
She doesn’t seem able to finish the sentence, so Jensen just nods.
Brenda smiles then. She stands up and puts her plate and teacup in the sink before coming and putting a hand on his shoulder. “When you get there,” she says, “if you meet a woman called Samantha, please tell her that Brenda loves her deeply and would love to see her again.”
All Jensen can do is nod.
The Fae Realm is sort of like a clean, sparkly version of medieval England, with a stunning canopy of woodlands, a colorful carpet of wildflowers and a vast array of intelligent magical creatures. There are babbling brooks with pretty stone bridges, grand white castles with turrets, and quaint little cottages with thatched roofs and trellises of jasmine.
Jensen had thought that the Fae would look down on him; a human interloper in their magical realm. But the Fae adore him. Jared quickly becomes his best friend and Danneel…well, she’s sort of like his best friend too. Chris and Steve play the lute and sing together, performing happily for their friends. When they discover that Jensen has a good singing voice they invite him to perform with them and Jensen overcomes his dislike of calling attention to himself to honor their request. Jensen has always had a nice voice, but in the Fae Realm it has become truly magnificent.
And Misha? Misha is still a quirky goofball, but his heart is pure. He doesn’t conform, he doesn’t follow rules and he’s completely lacking in tact, but he’s kind and he’s generous and he loves Jensen passionately.
The Fae, Jensen discovers, are very sexual beings. They like sex. A lot. And a lot of their religious ceremonies involve sex. The first time Jensen went with Misha to Dance the Full Moon, he discovered that ‘dance’ is often a fairy euphemism for ‘fuck’. He’s getting sort of used to finding himself in the midst of impromptu orgies. He still won’t participate though; to Misha’s everlasting disappointment. The thing that really amazes Jensen is that there is no jealousy. Unmated fairies swing from partner to partner, enjoying each other but never making a commitment. Commitment is reserved for soulmates and once a fairy has found his or her soulmate they completely lose interest in all others.
And yes, it does seem to apply to human soulmates too. On his second day in the Fae Realm, Jensen met Flight Commander Jay Dee. Jay Dee (or Jeff, as he likes Jensen to call him) is exactly Jensen’s type. If he’d met him back in the Human Realm, Jensen may have tripped him up and then beaten him to the floor, so to speak. But here and now, he can feel no sense of attraction toward him.
Misha keeps him completely satiated anyway. Jensen does top on occasion, but they both prefer it when Misha fucks him. Jensen has always enjoyed being dominated in bed and Misha loves him so fiercely and Jensen trusts him so implicitly that he feels completely safe to indulge in that particular kink.
Samantha seeks him out, unable to resist the lure of someone who knows her sister. Jensen delivers Brenda’s message and then goes with Samantha to visit. They go during the day when Larry isn’t there, because there is no plausible explanation for why Brenda’s big sister still looks like an eighteen year old. Brenda is happy, in a bitter-sweet sort of way and just before Jensen follows Samantha through the portal he grasps Brenda’s hands and reminds her that she was lucky enough to meet her soulmate in the very same town she grew up in. She hugs him fiercely before letting him go.
Jensen has heard plenty of talk of Oracle Devine since he’s been a citizen of the Fae Realm, but it takes six months for him to actually meet her.
She intercepts him when he’s on his way back to his quarters after a visit with Danneel and his mouth falls open, because he recognizes her. She was his social worker for a while, back when he was thirteen and just starting to think he might be gay.
“You!’ he says. “Miss Loretta, right?”
She grins, unrepentant, and wraps him in a motherly embrace. “Oh sweetheart,” she says. “It’s been hard, I know.” She pulls back and holds his face in her hands. “You’ve always been ours. And we did what we could.” She places a chaste kiss on his forehead. “You and Misha, together? You’re destined for great things. And steel needs time in the fire to become truly strong. Now,” she lets go of him and steps back. “You better get, because he’s waiting for you with his usual lack of patience, and the thoughts running through his head?” she shakes hers. “You’ve got a fun evening ahead of you.”
Jensen blinks at her. “We need to talk,” he says. But it won’t be now, because he can feel how horny Misha is through the bond and he’s rapidly getting just as hard and desperate.
Oracle Devine hums non-commitally and Jensen turns and hurries toward his soulmate.
“Jensen?”
He turns to where the oracle is still standing, watching him pensively. “Welcome home, Sweetheart,” she says.
And yeah, Jensen thinks. He’s finally gotten some good luck.
The End
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