### Sex God Saga 33
### Setting Bombs In All The Right Places
FRIDAY:
Knowing the elevator code let Theo smuggle a Vietnamese conjurer in white to the currently empty rooftop party space overlooking a sunny downtown.
"Hm," Theo started. "Half expected you to get handsy in the elevator. You're more disciplined than Cred. So what did you want to say?"
Keith gave him a smile. A sad one?
"I've been thinking and... I'm not sure I can... I had a chat with Melisandre which I almost never do and one with Cor, which I've literally never done like this and I mean..."
The shaman with a supernatural glint in his dangly earring rambled on, making less and less sense to Theo.
"...and I know the label's not important but maybe it is and maybe I've not been thinking with the right labels, you know, and-"
Theo put a hand on the man's shoulder. "I didn't realize how much this is messing with you. But hey, here's the deal. You can take from this want you like and leave what you don't. Just sex, friendship -- but with sex obviously -, romance, dates with my other boyfriends, uh," Theo looked aside to think, "maybe a solo date if we can pencil you in. Anyway, the point is you can change it up as you feel comfortable."
Keith didn't look convinced, almost shrinking into himself. "Mel thinks I'm extra addicted to you since I like sex so much. Like, that was kinda my whole deal and now I discovered *perfect sex* beyond comprehension of mortal ken or what-the-fuck-ever so I guess *you* are my whole deal now but you're a dude and I haven't even told dad I banged you and-"
Theo grabbed Keith by both shoulders, somewhat rough. "Buddy, I have half a mind to give you a kiss just to shut you up. Or a pulse, I'm not sure which is less rapey for a hetero. Anyway, I'm saying this mostly because Paris thinks I'm way to mellow and forgiving and understanding and just an all around flower boy."
"Uh," Keith said, looking skeptical, halfway to fearful.
"Stop. Being. A pussy."
"Wha-?"
Theo grinned. "I had a crush on you when I was still just the guy who made your lattes. And I won't pretend it was life-defining and we're destined or something but among all the out-of-my-league college students, you were number one. And what I liked most was your cockiness. So don't be a pussy, be a cock."
Keith chuckled weirdly, having been unprepared for laughter. "Can do, I guess. Can't fault a hotblooded hunk for having pussy on the mind all day but I'll try to be less of one."
"Fuck yeah," Theo said and gave the man's shoulders a smack before letting go.
"So," Keith started, "deal is I get to take what I want?"
"Mouth or ass?" Theo asked.
Keith looked around the empty party space and undid his fly. "Blowjob. On your knees. I need to clear my mind like you have no idea."
Theo laughed as he went down. "Keith, my love, I've not been able to jerk off in, let's say, a bit. I have *some* idea."
"You're just a bottom bitch fag," Keith said. "Your dick doesn't matter, cause you don't matter. You're a pleasure machine for real men."
"Wow," Theo said and paused before the unveiled erection.
Keith nodded down at the blond. "Cocky enough for you, ass-face?"
"Yes sir."
Theo dug in and turned Keith into a shivering, whimpering mess for a minute until the top got used to the intensity of a dozen simultaneous, edged fucks that second gear offered. Then Keith found his rhythm and took charge.
Paris sent gentle impressions. Something like a thumbs up, or a pat on the back. A handshake? Right, the negotiations were starting in fifteen. Theo sent encouragement back, then Paris kindly shut the connection to give Theo some alone time with his 'favorite eye candy'.
Theo finger-banged himself with both hands as Keith rammed his glorious abs and thighs into the bottom's face. He regretted not at last bringing a big toy along.
Triggered by the thought of anal, Theo shoulder-nudged Keith's legs farther apart. He glanced up at his savagely moaning top and slipped his mouth off the cock. With an extended tongue, he dove between Keith's ass cheeks as much the position allowed and licked the top's hole. A pulse from tongue to ass sent Keith into anal focused overdrive.
If the slap ringing across Theo's face right away was any indication, he'd succeeded at mischief. Maybe he'd make it a new game, anytime Keith prioritized oral.
For now, Theo was back letting his throat get used.
### ### ###
The senior shamans had been busy ever since contact with Nimbus.
Kenya, the Voidmaven in a simple robe, and Chase Powell, the tall Shining Dark bouncer with a masculine face and eye tats on his neck, came by after a trip to some demiplane or another.
When the group sat down with Caius, king in cyan, to present their bounty, Theo's ass was still filled with Sacred's cum who'd needed to clear his head, too, after Keith got his fill.
Theo stood off to the side, along with Sacred, while the 'adults' talked.
"The angels think," Chase said, "we won't ever get to root out the sleeper cult if we keep playing whack-a-wisp. They have a powerful god, apparently willing to be bound to a vessel. If they build a second one of the church windows these guys smashed-"
Sacred nodded with a satisfied grin.
"-Harpersfield might be toast. To the Baseliners it might looks like a sleeping sickness or a night terror epidemic."
Kenya rested her hands on the table. "And it's always possible Xaphan directly reveals himself and assumes control of the cult to speed things along. They don't know he's a... nefarious nephil."
"Good one," Paris mumbled, which Theo mostly inferred from the amusement traveling through the Bond of Favors.
"-and they think they're the good guys so an angel showing up to help would seem like a great omen."
"And you have..." Caius started with a swirling gesture, "acquired a solution, I hear."
Kenya nodded. "The way we shamans 'generate' Outsiders is rather primitive. Pinerise and Rose Hall both have gardens where we try to attract wisps into flowers but it's a fickle process. There are various gods who can pluck whole muses from Ephemera but they tend not to like being used as factories."
"Unless they're buddy buddy with the angels," Chase said. "There's a demiplane teeming with wisps that we can only visit via the Betwixt Oblivion non-realm but angels Eclipsedrawn and Journeysoul showed us how to make that trip safe. Kids, if you would?"
Keith and Coralline removed the cloth from... a vase inside a circle of sigils. More sigils were wrapped around the vase itself.
"We call it a Waking Bomb," Kenya said. "A willing sprite, to rip anyone out of the deepest slumber. We have *dozens* and we might even breach a hundred before the end of the week."
Caius leaned back, pensive. "Bomb?"
"We'll set them all free at once," Chase said. "No literal explosives. But it's going to exorcise every dream wisp across town and beyond. A sucker punch for the sleeper god."
"And then?" Caius asked.
Chase shadowboxed.
Kenya gave him a raised eyebrow. "We have narrowed down where the cult resides. Once we activate the bomb and drive their god back, we'll need to take *them* out. Which should be easy enough with the surprise. Baring intervention from a... nefarious nephil."
"Don't overdo it," Paris mumbled.
Theo swallowed. This was the plan. Drawing out the fallen angel while saving the city. Honorsilvered had seemed confident Xaphan was too proud to slink back and sulk another few decades.
"We'd like permission," Kenya said, "to install a few of those sprite jars around the Onyx. It would be the perfect location for setting of, well, a bomb. I now regret that label."
Caius steepled his fingers. "I have questions."
Keith lightly grabbed Theo's wrist and nodded to the door. His head must not have stayed clear for long.
### ### ###
Lunch was served in the Onyx restaurant just one floor below the rooftop. With a table for six by the window, Keith, Coralline, Sacred, Paris and Theo ate a set of luxury courses.
Theo picked his Stygian master's Brussels sprouts off the prince's dish.
"Is this the Bond at work?" Coralline asked, "or did you already know he hates those?"
Theo gave a light shrug. "I didn't even really notice I was doing it until you said that."
"How does that work?" Sacred asked.
"I know what my dear boyfriend feels if he lets me feel it. If he's tired, parched, horny-" Theo got lightly poked in the ribs. "-what movie he wants to put on, how he wants to dress tomorrow. So I get things done ahead of time for him."
"Isn't that..." Keith started, "super annoying, at the very least? Being hungry for two, thirsty for two..."
"No," Theo said, "it's totally external. Not like *I'm* thirsty, just that I can tell he is. It also works in reverse but the master has to actively look."
Paris chuckled. "If Caius got hit with Bianca's moods through their Bond he'd have warned me more."
Coralline perked up. "Does your kind *get* periods?"
"Uh, don't think so."
"Still," Keith said. "Sounds rough."
Theo patted the shaman on the thigh. "You'd suffer if you were in my place. And someone like Ace would think it's hell. But I'm just..."
"Naturally subservient," Paris said confidently.
"More domestic, is what I was going to say."
"And the Destined Tie?" Keith asked. "We know so little about that."
"Just raw possession." Theo took a sip of juice to think. "If you gave yourself over to Mel fully, you'd get the same effect, I believe."
"Did that once. Hella spooky. She did get me out of a 'situation' that way, though."
"Spooky fits," Theo said. "Cain is more multifaceted than I'd realized."
"He's a little shit," Paris said. He patted the empty chair at the table. "He'd be here if I wasn't making him do extra credit. I love the boy but if I'd known what I signed up for..."
"And the three dogs with too much testosterone?" Keith asked. "Heard the Joining of Souls went well."
"It's nothing like my Bond of Favors," Theo said. "No emotions or desires, just brief moments of instincts totally indistinguishable from my own unless I watch out for them. I can't sense the mini-pack mates from a distance like I can with Paris. Supposedly we can share abilities now if we're near each other. Haven't really checked yet but we managed to share Ambrosia's power around."
Keith's eyes went wide. "You mean they can, uh, give a good time like you now?"
