Wren was down to be surprised by a display of Zeal’s chopstick skills as he so promised there was going to be. ”Oh, I’ll amaze you,” he promised, clearly still confident. In response Wren snorted. Now he really wanted to see if he could work with chopsticks as amazingly as he had promised. ”We’ll see,” he gave as final comment towards it before moving to the dinner table.  With a thanks he took the bowl to enjoy the noodles, up until Zeal was back again with his difficult questions. It was only logical for him to question a lot, from Wren’s sudden appearance to the fact he couldn’t share anything about his job. It was just difficult to give answers. Completely shutting down the subject would only raise suspicion, but the other options weren’t much better.

Again he had to go for a vague enough answer that still worked, just nothing that could reveal anything about Crow or Avis as a whole. He knew it was vague and he was sure Zeal realised too that it couldn’t be the whole story, there just wasn’t more he could risk saying. Instead he tried to smoothly get away from the subject and move to something easier. ”I’m sure you only prefer it because of the tasty noodles,” the other chuckled in response. Softly Wren chuckled too, nodding along. ”They are really good noodles,” he had to admit, happy to compliment the food. They did definitely make it worth it to have gone home with the other, even if he had been fine with just sex and nothing else too. It was a nice personal touch, which in return promised the sex would probably be good too.

”You really can’t tell a lot about your job, can you?” Zeal went on, again ruining any hope that they could just leave that subject behind. Wren grimaced a bit as he met the guy’s gaze. ”It’s a lot of hush-hush, I’m sure you know how it is too with a boss like Suthcliff,” he responded with a shrug. He was sure there was enough information that Zeal wasn’t allowed to share either. Secrets that they just had to live with if they didn’t want to piss off their respective bosses. ”We can talk about other stuff. My hobbies, my favourite things, what I like in bed,” he summed up with a slightly wry smile. ”Just not the job,” he ended, hoping to make that part clear.

Happy to have finally established work was off limits Wren moved on to the next much better topic of conversation. With visible excitement he leaned closer, not really surprised that Zeal didn’t move back. Instead they shared a gaze as he met the provocative look with his own daring slightly narrowed eyes. Starting at the start; his preferred position. Anything was fine to him, all that mattered was that he got variation every once in a while. It was really up to Zeal who would top or bottom tonight, or if they’d switch it up.

With a bold move he took place on the other’s lap, giving a little pleased hum as arms were put around his waist in return. It was comfortable to sit like this as he went on about what he liked, touching on the most important parts for now. He was fine with a lot and also knew himself well enough to know he wouldn’t be afraid to stop Zeal if he wasn’t into something the other did. Last but not least he touched onto his desires if he was going to top with a daring look. ”Well let’s first see if you’re even worthy of being a top,” Zeal responded. His eyes lit up even more with the idea of a challenge, proving himself to be worthy. It also was a silent promise that Zeal would take control first, which he was more than fine with. After all the other knew what he liked now.

Eagerly he met the kiss by leaning in closer too. His eyes closed and he tilted his head a bit to deepen it more easily, letting his tongue slide over Zeal’s lips. Automatically he spread his legs a bit more under the touch, groaning in approval under the little shocks. Of course he should have known the guy would pull out his electricity. It came in little doses that only added to his excitement without being painful. Still it made him squirm a bit, which he used to grind down on Zeal’s crotch. His own hand moved to take a grip on the man’s hair, just tight enough to border the line to painful, while he pulled his other hand babck with the plan to slip it under Zeal’s shirt instead. Starting by teasing as he only pushed a few fingers under to feel the cool skin.

It was clear where things were going as Wren moved to take place on Zeal’s lap, making himself comfortable as he shared the basics of what he was into. It wasn’t anything too wild, but it was enough they could work with as he met the kiss. Soon enough the electricity came back into play. It was interesting to feel how well the other could control his power. It wasn’t just dangerous quantities of electricity that he could summon, clearly. It was all the more exciting this way as the sparks touched his sensitive thighs instead of scorching him alive.  

In return he grinded down, encouraged by the soft grunt and the way he could feel Zeal get harder under him. It was a good feeling as Wren smirked against his lips. It still all felt easy, casual, as he slipped his hand down with the idea to tease. Only to snort as Zeal responded by pulling his shirt off in one go. ”That works too,” he chuckled out as he placed both his hands on the man’s exposed stomach now, softly trailing his fingers down. It really was a good sight to see as he let his eyes shamelessly wander down. Zeal’s skin was clearly shaped by his work with the various scars that littered it. It only added personality in Wren’s eyes as he smirked back. With ease he raised his hands so his shirt could also go, happy to show how own body off too. Where the other was more muscular, he was leaner, but not by that much. The most noticeable difference was the lack of any scars that would be expected with his kind of job, another perk of being immortal.

”Do you have a preferable place to do it or would anything be fine for you?” Zeal asked. The answer required no thinking. Easily he picked the more exciting option. ”I want to use every surface in this house,” he replied with a seductive grin. As far as he knew there were no roommates to keep satisfied by not dirtying every surface. And even if there were it didn’t really matter to Wren. That was their problem, not his. He was just waiting for the other to call the shots and decide where they’d start.

The message was clear that teasing wouldn’t fly as Zeal instantly pulled his shirt off. Wren eagerly followed by lifting his arms so his shirt could be discarded to the side too. The pieces of clothes becoming yet another pile for now. His eyes were still sparkling as he let the other take in the sight in front of him while hands stroked over his chest, resulting in an excited shiver running down his back.

Where they were going to do this was an easy question to answer. Anywhere would do, really. ”Roger that,” Zeal replied and with that the decision seemed made. Again Wren met the kiss eagerly. As the man stood up he quickly wrapped his arms around his neck again for extra support, his legs tightening around him to make it easier - even if he was pretty sure it wasn’t too difficult of a task for Zeal to start with. Wren couldn’t lie, the display of strength definitely turned him on even more. As he was placed down he pulled back his arms but kept his legs loosely around the man. Lazily he tilted his head back for easy access to his jawline while he placed his hands behind him so he could lean back on them, shoving the dishes away even further. Again the electricity joined in the touches, just as pleasurable as last time.

Slightly Wren pushed himself up to help get his pants off, before gasping out and automatically pushing up a bit more into the pleasure as Zeal put his mouth around his dick. With another soft groan he relaxed again, once again getting comfortable on top of the table. A slight grin spread over his face as he held his legs apart for all the best access. Gently he placed a hand in Zeal’s hair without really gripping down as he just relished in the pleasure and the amazing sight in front of him.

As much as Wren wanted to use every surface in the apartment the table made for a good start of the night. The dishes were forgotten about as he focused on the lips that were pressed to his skin. The soft electric currents were enough to make his skin tingle with excitement. It was a nice touch combined with the teeth scraping over his skin. Just as eagerly he did his best to help out in getting his pants off, again having no problem with being exposed. Somewhere it was even hot to be the only one fully undressed. At the same time he really wanted to see Zeal in his full glory too, but he could wait, at least for now.

There were enough other things to focus on as he gasped out under the sudden pleasurable feeling. It was obvious Zeal knew what he was doing with the combination of his mouth and hand. It also made Wren eager to return the favour, wanting to show off the fact he wouldn’t even need to come up for air. His eyes eventually fixed on the ceiling above him and he bit down on his bottom lip as a first finger was pushed in. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t taken before, but the feeling still always got to him.

”Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbled out his praise to break through the silence, unable to help the fact that he got talkative. Having sex in silence was a lot less fun. Once a second finger was added he eventually gave up on sitting upright, instead laying back on the table, automatically pushing their abandoned dishes even further away. It wasn’t the most comfortable surface which somehow only added to the entire thing as Zeal fingered him open. Without anything to do with his hand Wren ended up tugging on the other’s hair to try and pull him up for more heated messy kissing. ”C’mon,” he pretty much whined out, fully tapping into his needy side. Again it was a lot more fun to him that way.

Soon enough his pants disappeared to be added to the pile of discarded clothes to the side. It gave Wren more freedom to spread his legs and allow Zeal all the access he needed for the blowjob. Until a first finger was eventually added to the mix and everything got even better. He was happy to be vocal about his approval, soon being rewarded with the addition of another finger. As soon as they reached his prostrate another moan was pulled out of him. At this point he was blissfully staring up at the ceiling as he pulled Zeal in for more kissing.

The loss of warmth around his dick was easily made up for by the lips pressed against his own. Eagerly he mouthed at Zeal’s lips, it only being made so much hotter by the fact that he could taste himself on the other’s lips. It was enough to make Wren whine out. The chuckle made him softly chuckle too, before it turned into a moan once again as Zeal bit down on his lip. With another whine he let go again.

Knowing what to expect he took in a couple of deep breaths and tried his best to relax his body so Zeal could easily fill him up. Still his eyes rolled back as he grabbed at the table with his once again free hands, digging his nails into the wood. ”Don’t blame me if it’s too much to handle,” Zeal spoke, pulling his attention back completely.  ”Hmh,” Wren hummed out with a big pleased grin. The confidence could have been obnoxious, but in Zeal’s case he really knew what he was doing and Wren was happy to indulge him a bit.

His expression just turned challenging. ”You’re- ah- cute,” he replied with the full intent to sound condescending but not mean about it, broken up by a soft moan. ”I can handle a lot so you better make this- hmh worth it,” he continued between tiny gasps. ”Though I’ll give you one- ah, thing, my nipples are really, really, sensitive,” he added without any shame. Hey, if he was going for this he would truly indulge himself. It would be a shame to let a night with someone as Zeal go to waste. Until the tempo was upped enough that he went back to mindlessly grinning at the ceiling, just letting the pleasure happen for now.

It really was cute to him to see how confident Zeal was about himself - and he did have the skills to back that confidence up. It was enough to make Wren moan and gasp out while trying to get to his point. ”You’re not one to be subtle are you?” the other spoke, equally interrupted by gasps and moans. It was pretty obvious they were both really enjoying it as Wren gave a breathy laugh in return. ”There’s no fun in being subtle,” he shrugged out. Being subtle was a lot less likely to get him what he wanted, while stating things clearly worked. Point in case: Zeal who after a bit and some whining let his fingers slide over his nipples, getting enthusiastic moans out of Wren. Combined with the electric shocks it was enough to melt him into a pliant mess. It was a good sign that the rest of their night would be just as perfect or even better.



Even with all his immortality Wren was still breathing heavily by the end of it all as he stared up at the ceiling. The intensity of it all and the multiple orgasms still left him out of breath. It had definitely been one of the best nights of his life and here he was, laying next to Zeal in bed. Maybe he should leave and find another place to sleep, but neither his mind nor body were up for it.

It had ended with a bang (no pun intended) as he got to top Zeal the final round and it had left him more than satisfied. Every climax had been better than the last as they got to know the other’s body more. It almost made him want to repeat it another time, even if he wasn’t usually one for repeats. Maybe, just maybe, he could make an exception for Zeal. Once he heard movement again he turned his head to the side too to meet the other’s gaze. ”So, on a scale from one to ten, how do you rate your experience? Have I satisfied your every need?” he asked. Wren grinned back a bit as he mustered up the energy to roll over until he had one arm and leg laying over Zeal. It was nice to cuddle and he didn’t get to do it a whole lot, so he really was going to make the most of this night.

”Hm.. a six at most maybe?” he started with a teasing grin before shaking his head a bit. ”Definitely a ten, consider me satisfied.” It was an impressive enough feat to get even him this tired as Wren laid his head down on Zeal’s shoulder. With one finger he mindlessly trailed over the other’s scars. ”And what’s your rating of the night sir Dreyar?” he asked back, still grinning lightly. Maybe just talking for a bit wasn’t that bad either.

It was enough of a miracle to get him this tired and satisfied as Wren stared thoughtlessly up at the ceiling above him until Zeal pulled his attention back. With some final energy he rolled over to cuddle up. A slight smile found its way onto his face as he felt an arm being laid around him in return. He was going to get all his need for cuddles out of this too on top of having amazing sex.

There was a still a question left to answer as he replied with a teasing grin, snorting as soon as he spotted the indignant look. ”A six?” Zeal huffed back, making him chuckle again. Wren took pity on him as he shook his head before giving his true answer. A ten was a lot closer to the truth. It had truly been good and it had been nice for the other to pay attention to his words on what he liked and didn’t. Still satisfied he laid his head down, soaking in the warmth that Zeal gave off as he asked the same question back. ”Despite the fact that you were allowed to top me once, it’s a ten,” the man answered. This time it was Wren’s turn to huff out as he rolled his eyes under the teasing. ”You guys and your weird top complex,” he mumbled out without any real annoyance. After years of sex he had really stopped caring about what people thought of the fact he did enjoy bottoming as much as he enjoyed being on top. It would be stupid to deny himself pleasure over something like that. If anything he did appreciate the fact that Zeal had also been willing to let some control go. ”At least admit it felt good,” he continued, secretly fishing for some more praise.

Again Wren settled down on Zeal’s shoulder completely, continuing to trace the scars gently. Out of nowhere he could practically feel the atmosphere darken and turn sour, accompanied by a soft sigh. He was seconds away from asking what was going on when Zeal spoke up. ”Do you know anyone that you really want to have sex with, but you know you never can?” he asked. Slightly confused by the sudden change of topic and moods Wren frowned as he thought the question over. It sounded like there were some issues to unpack.

Sure, he was down for some impromptu after-sex therapy. ”Not really,” he answered the question first. Most of the time if he wanted to have sex with people it just happened and if they really didn’t want to he just moved on with some pouting at most. ”But I’m guessing you do,” he went on, waiting for Zeal to give more context to the sudden question. After all he probably had a reason for bringing it up. In his mind Wren was already trying to pin the options down. Currently he was betting his money on it either being Zeal’s boss or a co-worker.

With ease Wren teased the man about his performance, but he was a lot less pleased to be teased back. ”If you had my life you would have a top complex too,” Zeal responded cryptically. Who knows, maybe he was right. In all honesty Wren didn’t know enough about the other’s life yet to really decide if it was true and he’d probably never know. Instead he switched to tactics to get some more praise. ”Hmmm…” came the very lacking response. Wren pouted at him. That wasn’t the praise he wanted to hear. ”It was pretty good,” Zeal finally gave in and his expression brightened up again. That was better. ”Maybe even good enough for a second time, if you behave,” he continued. Again he huffed softly, though the grin didn’t disappear this time. ”No promises on if I’ll behave,” he responded, satisfied with the praise as he laid back down.

What he hadn’t expected was for the mood to turn to something far more depressing. As far as he knew nothing had changed, but Zeal was still sighing out as if he seemed lost deep in negative thoughts. Eventually he spoke up with a complete change of topic. Wren didn’t know where it was coming from but he was willing enough to answer it. It wasn’t too difficult to respond to it for himself. Sure, there were people he wanted to have sex with and couldn’t but it had never left him devastated or upset beyond some initial disappointment. And in the end he usually just got his fix from other people.

It also wasn’t difficult to guess that things were slightly different for Zeal, or he would have never started on the subject. As the other averted his gaze he could already feel his worry grow. Maybe this wasn’t just going to be some light pillow-talking - the opposite more like.

”It’s the.. boyfriend of my twin,” Zeal finally said. For a second Wren was just quiet, trying to process the information and trying to find words. ”Oh,” he ended up muttering out. He barely understood why Zeal was telling him this, though maybe it was because he really was just some stranger or maybe just because he wanted to tell someone. It didn’t sound like it was just about the sex if the tone in his voice was anything to go by. Another second later he turned away and Wren didn’t bother to hold back a disappointed noise. Still half confused by the sudden turn of events he ended up sitting up too. Quietly he watched how Zeal leaned forward to take out a bottle of vodka.

”I’m sorry. Just ignore me,” he muttered, finally breaking Wren out of his state of confusion and kicking him into action. He still wasn’t completely sure what had caused this shift, but it was clear that Zeal was dealing with a lot. ”It’s okay,” he finally assured him, trying to sound not as awkward about it as he felt. Feelings really weren’t his forte. Usually he just hid his own with faked grins and pretended they weren’t there, but he couldn’t exactly pretend this wasn’t happening. At least there was the little spider too and even Snivy joined them, his usually smug look replaced by concern as he noticed the behaviour of his yellow friend. ”We can- we can talk about it if you want,” Wren ended up offering too as he carefully took place next to Zeal. Not even sure if he wanted distance or not. "I won't report it back to my boss, it'll stay between us," he continued with what he hoped were the right words for this situation.

Yeah.. this wasn’t what Wren had been expecting for the rest of the night. His idea had been to cuddle up and get some sleep that he didn’t really need. Not whatever this was. But he could deal with this too, even if it was slightly awkward and he was struggling to find what to say. It didn’t feel like something he could just ignore, especially because his cuddles had been rudely interrupted for this as Zeal moved to the edge of the bed to grab a drink.

Still not too sure about what to do he took place next to Zeal, offering him the chance to talk if he really wanted to. Even if he wouldn’t know what to say it was the normal thing to do and he could do his best to listen and offer some compassion. ”Can we?” Zeal replied, clearly taking note of his awkwardness too. Still, Wren nodded and even confirmed that none of this would go back to his boss. It didn’t feel like it was anything that Crow would be interested in anyway. Either that, or knowing him he somehow knew of this already. As the other averted his gaze he also looked away, ending up with his gaze on their pets who both were resting at their feet now, waiting to see what would happen.

He wouldn’t blame Zeal either if he didn’t want to say any more than he already had. They still just barely knew each other. It was the same reason Wren didn’t know what he was supposed to do. At least for the rare moments Avis members came to him with emotional issues he knew them well enough to know what to reply. This was a whole other thing. ”It isn’t anything too shocking,” Zeal started and he glanced up, staying quiet to show he was listening. ”Me, my twin and this other guy just grew up together. Me and my twin both fell in love with the guy, but my twin was the lucky one.” Wren winced a bit just from imagining it. It wasn’t likely to ever happen to him considering how different his type was compared to his twin sister’s, but it was easy enough to imagine how much it would hurt if it did. It was probably devastating, especially because nobody could really be blamed, you couldn’t control something as complicated as love. More reasons he stayed away from it, but he wasn’t going to share all that with Zeal. He just listened.

”I’m sorry, that’s gotta suck,” he muttered, sympathy clear in his voice as he reached out to give Zeal a pat on his back for lack of anything better to do. ”Now they’re off doing missions together and I’m here, alone,” Zeal ended with a bitter smirk. Wren threw another glance at him. It sounded miserable. ”You’ve got Joltik,” he pointed out, trying to give a little encouraging smile of his own. ”And I was going to ask for your number to hang out more if that counts for anything.” He wasn’t sure when he had actually made the decision this wouldn’t just be a one night thing, but clearly Zeal could use some company anyways. As long as there were no work related questions it wouldn’t be too bad either.

In silence Wren listened to the story, genuinely feeling bad for Zeal. Even if it wasn’t something he had ever gone through it wasn’t difficult to imagine how much it would suck. All he could offer were some sympathetic words and a pat on the back. ”It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” the man assured him. With a slight frown Wren looked at him as he tried to come up with more that was reassuring, ending up by Joltik as the animal gave a cute little squeak. The small yellow spider clearly loved his owner and was good emotional support. ”That’s true,” Zeal agreed too and Wren hummed softly.

The smile encouraged him enough to go on and offer his own number - and company - too. As he met the smirk he could already guess what the reply would be. ”Was I that good that you just can’t get enough from me?”  Zeal teased. Wren rolled his eyes and poked him in his side. ”Don’t get too confident now,” he replied without any hint of being upset behind his voice. He was just happy to see Zeal grin again and for the heavy air to lift up a bit.

With his eyes he followed how Joltik was put back down on the ground, Snivy happily squeaking to greet his friend again. Accompanied by him giving Zeal a very smug look because he could cuddle up to the spider again and the electricity man was no longer stealing his new friend. Wren just quietly shook his head at Snivy even if he knew the lizard wouldn’t understand the gesture. ”I’m sorry for the sour end of the night,” the friend-stealer in question spoke up again. ”It’s fine,” Wren assured him quickly, putting on a grin too. A little bit of awkwardness wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever gone through. Besides, he still liked hanging out with Zeal and it didn’t change how good their sex had been.

Indignantly he huffed some air out as he was pulled back under the blankets, using the moment to cuddle right back up to Zeal again since the last time had been rudely interrupted. This time he wasn’t escaping them. ”If you want I can make it up to you,” the other offered, intentions more than clear. Slightly Wren shook his head, though the playful sparkle had returned to his eyes too. It was a promising offer, but he didn’t want for Zeal to do anything just because he felt bad. Still, he pulled him into a quick kiss before replying. ”How about you get some sleep, handsome, and make it up to me in the morning?” he instead offered. With some luck emotions would be running less high too and honestly he was looking forward to doing some actual sleeping with someone for the first time in a long time again.