The Draconian Sapphire

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Cody_Thomas: Thought you might like it. And happy Ostara to you too!


PharaohYamisPrincess: Yeah Seto as a Pharaoh...with those gorgeous wing crown of Atem's...double drool...As for the brownie points...next chapter. Which I will have up Monday. Or later...depends on my mood. I finished Chapter 12 earlier today and I almost ended the story there. It felt like a good place to end it, though the story with the next few chapters pushed the word count to now nearly 70k...gods....


Mishiko Shinsei: I am so honoured that you are reading my fic. Yours are so amazing. I know the confusion is there, hence why I stuck to just Johfrit and Jono as the main "brothers" For the most part, for Seto it will be just Seth and Bors. As for the personal life, nope not married or do I have kids. I did however hang out with more men then I EVER care to mention, so I would like to think I know how they think


melodyz07: Bors I can guarantee you is gonna shock you with his personality, and ROYALLY piss off Seto. It is gonna be SO Awesome


J Chan: Whoot for GLOMPS!

Chapter 9

Joh had just managed to get inside the bedroom when his red headed wife entered the room, looking at his husband in red-lust haze.


"Joh, you have been a very bad puppy...and all good masters need to discipline their pets." Bors said, his arctic blue eyes glittering as he looked at the delectable dish that his husband made in his buttery soft leather pants and the white v-necked cashmere shirt of which had been Joey’s but after Johfrit had seen it, had stolen it from him.


"So you think you are the master of this relationship huh?" Joh said his eyes twinkling.


"I've lived twice your age, hell yes." Bors growled at him as he stalked over to his husband grabbed his face. Seeing the softening, and the dark swirl within his topaz eyes, Bors softened his gaze, and leaned down and placed a kiss onto his face.


"I've made love to you in our dreams and I am going to make it a reality tonight, and the rest of the nights. Je t'aime mon chien. (A/n - French - "I love you puppy")" Bors said nuzzling the top of his head. There was a 5' height difference between then but with Joh's knees weakening at being so close to his hearts desire


"Tá grá agam duit (A/N - I love you in Gaelic) my beautiful dragon. Love me..." Johfrit murmured against his wife's neck, as he nuzzled against him, smelling the French lavender pheromones that intermingled with his own Caramel and Vanilla. Surprisingly, though considering the circumstance, his scent never changed to chocolate like Jono's and Joey's scents


"Gladly my love...amour..." Bors whispered as he lowered his head and gently kissed his husband softly. As he did, he could feel his husband move himself closer to his body, and his fingers run through his long red hair. Moving his mouth away from his wife's beautiful pink rose coloured lips he bit harshly down on his wife's ear


"If you plan on spanking me, you better do it now, cause in five seconds, your ass is mine." Johfrit growled against his wife's ear


"Strip then." Bors growled back, as he stepped back as he watched his husband whip off his shirt. At that Bors looked in awe at his golden husband. Even in his dreams had he never dreamed his body. Golden rippling muscle all around, his biceps were even chiselled. Unlike Joey or Jono, Johfrit's upper body was slightly top heavy, tapering down to his tiny waist and slim hips. He wasn't overly large, as their body just didn't allow for that, but he was very drool worthy, and began to sport a very evil, hentai grin as he saw his husband stare at him in lust


"Ya like what ya see?" Johfrit said, his Irish accent a slight bit more pronounced then normal. Normally it was just a slight lilt, with barely a distrainable edge to it. But not now


"Tell me he never saw you...please..." Bors said looking at his husband, with tears in his eyes


"Never. He never saw my body ever. He never took me in pleasure, only in lust. He never touched any part of my body that would give me pleasure. I was not his to pleasure." Johfrit said revealing his reason for never using lubrication.


"Did you ever take him?" Bors asked as he watched his husband drop his pants. One that he didn't see any underwear on him.


"Only the one time to complete the ritual. That right is Jono's and not mine." Johfrit said to him now completely naked in front of his wife


"Yure falling behind Dragon..." Joh said, using a phrase that Joey had used on Seto when they first got together. One that Bors narrowed his eyes at and whipped off his shirt, leaving him shirtless, as Johfrit looked in awe at his husband. He had the symbol of Osiris on the top half of his chest, and the lower end of it leading to below the trousers that he wore


"That's good enough for you mon chéri" Bors said as he came back over to his husband and led him to the edge of the bed. "Now...Bend over." Bors said with an evil grin on his face.


"You really gonna spank me?" Johfrit said not in fear, but definitely in lust


"Hell yes. You were a bad puppy. I understand the ritual, and you are forgiven for that. But you took Seth after getting your body and you gave him your virginity of your body. THAT you are being punished for. Now bend over" Bors said with a steel core in his voice


"I never took Seth...does that make a difference?" Joh said as he moved into position on top of his wife's legs, bent over, his very toned and chiselled buttocks in perfect display


"Yes, and the fact that you never took pleasure in the act does. However..." Bors said and with that, raised his hand and slapped his ass hard, leaving a handprint, but was fading quickly


"God that felt good..." Joh moaned as his wife began to slap him harder and more frequently


"You little sadist..." Bors said, with a bit of humour in his voice as he stopped slapping him, as he could feel the rock hard evidence of his husband


"Only for you. Hálainn grá (A/n - Beautiful Love in Gaelic) " Johfrit said to his wife as he lifted up and placed himself face to face with his wife and began to kiss him softly. His ass stung harshly but he was oblivious to it as his mouth was filled with a Dragon Kitten. Grinding himself against Bors, he could feel through the linen fabric just how aroused his wife was becoming. Running his hands through his hair as Bors began to do the same thing they kissed and tasted each other, mating with each other with their lips, and feeling every part of their bodies with their hands.


"I'm taking you first..." Bors said to him after some time, both so out of breath that their chests were heaving


"I know...take my willing body...take me to heaven" Johfrit said grinding against him, as he slipped a hand between them and undid Bors trousers. They were just a simple pant, with a wooden toggle to hold the opening up. With it open, his wife's desire sprang free, and Johfrit slipped down and took him into his mouth. At his touch Bors screamed, and began to thrust into his willing mouth. Joh then released him and pulled the rest of his pants off of him. Looking down now at his beautiful wife he was in awe at him. He had the symbol for Osiris at the top of his chest, but what had been hidden was a tattoo of a lotus flower and the symbol for fertility that encircled his now very hard cock.


"Such an invitation my love. How can I possibly refuse it..." Joh said as he moved slightly away and walked into the bathroom. Bors could hear a cupboard open and close. He then heard water running and stop. As he watched, his husband re-entered the bedroom with a bowl of water in hand, and a couple of facecloths. As well as a tube of a clear looking gel.


"Now...where were we....ah yes...you had an invitation to give me babies....give me my babies..." Johfrit said as he walked over to his husband again and crawled onto his lap and handed his husband the bottle, after setting the bowl onto the floor, away from the bed


"What do I do with this?" Bors said looking at him and curiously at the bottle, as he watched his lover grin very evilly


"This you spread onto your fingers, making them nice and slick." Johfrit said as he took the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto his wife's fingers


"Then, you move your hand here..." Johfrit said as he guided Bor's hand down his body to the juncture of his body. He then placed a hand onto Bor's and helped him to stick his finger into him. At that Johfrit moved his hand away and wrapped his arms around his neck. "Yes...yes my love..." Johfrit said as Bors slide the finger in and out of him as Johfrit rocked against the finger. "Now add a second one to me..." Johfrit said as his wife complied and added a second finger, stretching him further, as Joh moved faster against him. "Move...move deeper inside me, reach inside...there is something there that is squishy feeling and is gonna make me see lights..." Johfrit said as his incredibly smart Dragon found it and Johfrit screamed and began to glow brightly. "Add...a....third Chisato.....Please...gods...please....." Johfrit panted as he was riding the pleasure ride that Bors was sending him on. As he added the third finger, Johfrit rocked against him harder, nearly dislodging his hand.


"Now...what..." Bors said, his breathing ragged from the sensations as well as the out of control Pheromones that Johfrit was releasing in his pleasure


"Now you lie down and GIVE ME BABIES!" Johfrit said as he pushed Bors down and grabbed the lube and squirted a large amount onto his wife's beautiful cock. Looking at it, he guessed that their personalities weren't the only things inherited as he admired the thick and beautifully long piece of anatomy. Taking it into his hand, he gently stroked it up and down, blending the lube with the generous amount of pre-cum that was weeping from the tip of his cock. Satisfied that he was prepared enough, Johfrit lifted up and leaned over his lover.


"Johfrit....." Bors whispered as Joh lined up his cock and gently sat down onto him as they both sighed in completion.


"A rún....my glorious A rún (A/N - Darling in Gaelic)..." Joh said, tears flowing down his face as he got used to his large wife. Feeling no pain for the first time in his life, he moved slowly against his husband, feeling him move in and out of him.


"Chéri....mon chéri..." Bors moaned as his seme husband rode him so slowly and so carefully. Joh, his eyes filled with tears looked at his husband and with tears in his eyes said to him


"Mo mhúirnín bán, gráim thú tugaim. Mo chroí duit go deo, go síoraí (a/n - In Gaelic the sentence is "My fair darling, I love you. I give you my heart forever, eternally") " Johfrit said as he turned them over, making Johfrit now on his back


“Give me my babies…I love you…” Johfrit whispered as Bors moved closer and stroked him faster.


“Yes…that’s it…my love, my glorious love…” Johfrit keened as he was getting closer to releasing


“Just….a….bit….more…..” Bors said straining as he was too lost in the feelings of his lover, and his obsession with giving him a baby. Though when Arthur had been teaching him Gaelic, he had mentioned that Johfrit had a special spot for children and often talked about when he would have children.


“You can do it…give me my babies…” Johfrit said reaching up to his wife and wrapping his legs around him and pushing as hard as he could into him. He then felt it break and the lights started flashing before his eyes as he came, and he felt his wife’s seed release into him. Bors then crashed onto him, and he held him close, as their heart rates stilled. And then he began crying as the miracle that he had been wanting for so long did not occur.


“Our babies….we didn’t make our babies….” Joh began sobbing into his lovers neck, completely heartbroken at the beautiful twins he had envisioned always creating the first time they had made love.


“We can try again…we will have them, they have waited this long to be born, they can wait a bit longer…” Bors said, not understanding exactly what he was talking about, but having his seme, who for one was freaking like a woman, and two was upset about a physical impossibility…well, he just didn’t know what to do.


“Our beautiful little girls….I want them here now…” Johfrit said through his tears


“Girls? Cheri, what are you talking about. You’re a man, you can’t have children” Bors said looking at him now frightfully curious


“Yes…I can. We all can Chisato. How much do you know about us?” Johfrit asked him now sitting up and holding his uke on his chest


“Arthur told me that you were special, in a way that for all time had to be safeguarded and protected. But he would not ever tell me.” Bors said remembering his sovereign


“Chisato, you drank from the Grail. I know you did. The Grail should have told you everything.” Johfrit said to him as Bors looked at him in awe


“How do you know that. Only Arthur knew that I had partaken of it.” Bors said to him as he looked at him in a kind of awe, yet horror


“I know because I am the one that found the Grail. My priests were holding it for my return. They had been told by Osiris that I would take the Grail for my king and that I and my soul mate would be its eternal guardian.” Johfrit said to him, stroking the red hair that with the sweat had turned a slight mahogany, much like Seto’s turns when wet


“So you know I had hidden it.” Bors said him looking up at the beautiful face of his lover


“Yes of course I know you did. I felt the spike of power from the Land of the Dead. Both me and Osiris watched you seal away the Grail.” Johfrit said with a heavenly smile that only one such as he could get away with


“So it did not tell you our secrets. Very well. Tomorrow you are going to meet two very important people. One of which is far more important then you could possibly imagine. You are going to meet our Pharaoh and his light. Our Queen. Our Queen has heralded a wondrous change for us all. But first to explain how we were created. And yes, I said the word created. Our Queen was created from the soul of Atemu’s mother who when she died giving birth to him, discovered that he was without a soul mate. So she gave up all rebirths and any future life, to give her son an eternal gift. A pure shining light that was the purest essence of her soul. One that had attracted Atemu’s real father. The Sun God Ra." Johfrit said but was interrupted by his little kitten


"Ra...Ra is Atemu's father?" he looked up at his Seme and watched him smile


"Yes...now stop interrupting. Or I will slap you. And I won't give you those love taps you gave me." Johfrit said as he smiled down at his uke and watched the shiver of pleasure run down his body. Seeing that it turned him on as well, he found he was going to have SOOO much fun with his soul mate.


"After our Queen was created, Seth was born. Seth's mother was the twin of Atemu's mother and had the same shining soul. But unlike Atemu who was born into the Pharaoh's world Seth was not. His mother died as well due to complications from the birth and Seth was all alone. It was then that it was discovered that like Atem, Seth did not have a soul mate either. As you may have guessed, for both Atem and Seth it was their first ever life, so not having a soul mate, would destroy the soul in its entirety as one can not be created after the first life. There always must be a twin soul, a light and a dark. Yin and Yang. Both those two darks had no light for them, so our Queen, using the essence of Seth's mother's soul, created us. Created Jono. And the soul was given to Father to safeguard. When our mother died giving birth to us, Father raised us on Mt. Olympus until the time was needed for us to meet Seth. Father then arranged a meeting with an Irish God, though not who Father expected. Now pay close attention. Even Father doesn't know this, nor will he until I am ready to tell him. The God made her own pact with Jono, in exchange for insuring his safety until he could arrive in Egypt. Jono fulfilled this for her, and he arrived in Egypt as the Avatar of Osiris, when he was eighteen. It took another year before Jono was allowed to go to the palace as the new Priest of Osiris. It was then that he saw Seth and they had been together ever since. Jono did much like you did my precious kitten when he first saw Seth and if it was not for our Pharaoh having prior warning, a ending that should never have occurred would have occurred faster." Joh said, as he softly stroked his wife.


"Before we go any further with the story, let us go relax in the tub. I know you must be feeling particularly unclean, and my back slightly aches. When I take you, I don't want any pain to interfere. Come, and let me introduce you to modern amenities." Johfrit said as he lifted up his wife easily, despite their height difference. Carrying him into the bathroom, Bors completely relaxed and contented to be in his arms, allowed him to carry him and when they entered the bathroom he was stunned.


The entire room was of White and Gold, giving it an ethereal look. Unlike Joey's bathroom which had hints of Grecian influences, this one was pure Celtic. It had the Celtic love knots wrapping around the top and bottom of the walls, and the floor was a mix of Egyptian and Celtic mosaics. In the middle was an ancient symbol, one that his father did not know what it meant, as his tendencies leaned towards only Egyptian, Roman and Greek symbols. Which surprisingly, he hadn't discovered his son in laws tattoos yet, which amused him. The room was larger then Joey's bathroom, and unlike his, separated like the Japanese. In the entrance there was the 3/4' separation for the toilet and bidet, and along the wall was a white onyx sink that was shot with streaks of gold throughout it. It had curved edges for the counter, with the Celtic infinity symbol etched into the counter side with the symbol of Osiris and Set on the other side of it. Along the opposite side of the bath was a Celtic mosaic on the floor and the entire side of the wall was a huge fireplace that the opening was at least 4 feet tall, and its span was nearly as long. On the top of the fireplace was different statues of Dragons and Celtic symbology and in the middle of the hearth was a crossing of swords. One was of a Viking Claymore and the other was unlike no other that Bors had ever seen. Johfrit let him wander inside the room as he went into the bath room and began to run the water. As he measured the dead sea salts that were in the shelf inside the enclosure and watched it heat up. He then flipped the switch and within the bathroom all the pedestals that were on the walls began, and Bors was startled as he began to see mist fall from the walls, as the lights began to lower. Like Joey's bathroom, the ceiling was a skylight, and so with the moonlight coming inside, and the mist, as well as a soft sound of celtic harps and a flute playing, making the room feel almost ethereal.


Coming back, he saw his awestruck wife looking at the fireplace and the swords above. They both referred to his parents, his real ones, ones that even Apollo did not know of. Sometimes it was so great that his Lord had blocked his mind from his soul father. Though when he got his babies, he knew his mother was going to be showing up. When she bore him, as he was the only child she had ever had, she was tickled pink about his heritage. And he had been raised with that knowledge, along with his mother's heritage. Osiris had no issues with it, considering his mother, whom he missed. After she placed him in Merlin's care and left he had not seen her.


Walking over to his wife, he led him to the bath pool that was in the center of the back window. The skylight encased it, and the walls under the misting had small slit windows allowing more of moonlight inside. He also remembered to grab another tube of the lubrication as he intended to take his wife in the tub, another of his fantasies. As he re-entered, the mist now trailed along the floor and rolling into the pool, making it feel more ethereal, almost otherworldly.


"This is magnificent - tres belle mon cœur" Bors exclaimed as he entered the bath swimming slightly in the bath


"Thank you, it is my haven. It reminds me of my grotto when I was growing up with my mother. She had something like this, though her's was real mist flowing down the granite grotto that led to my bathing hole." Johfrit said speaking about his mother


"This is the first time that I have ever heard you mention your mother. Arthur always told me that you did not know your mother" Bors said about his many conversations with the Mystical King


"It was absolutely true. I did not know my soul mother. I had never met her. But I knew my real mother. I am her only son, and the only one she is capable of having." Johfrit said to him as he too entered the bath and moved over to where is wife was laying. The heat of the bath was fairly hot, and his body soaked up the heat like a sponge, permeating each pore of his body and filling him.


"Did you always know that Alen was your father?" Bors asked trying to get him to talk about why he wanted babies and why he was so obsessed with them. Though the thought of having twin daughters appealed to him greatly and seeing his husband literally glow when he had made him orgasm, he wondered what would happen if the impossible happened


"That is a twin sword question. I had my suspicions, as he had said my father sent him. However Apollo did not know that my father, after impregnating my mother, had been killed in battle. My mother raised me in secret, training me to be the High Priest of Osiris and Druid Priest. Later, when she sent me to Merlin to learn from the Druid, Arthur had come into his own and taken the throne. At that, I was no longer apprentice to Merlin and I became Arthur's bodyguard. Merlin knew my powers, even as a child, and he knew I could protect him. Then Alen arrived stating that my father sent him, and looking like me I knew he had to be something of my soul. Even the Grail kept that he was my soul father from me, as I see now that it was not my time to know. But he showed me the love of a father, and raised me as such. Having both Alen and Arthur, as well as the occasional visits from my mother kept my soul sane. But it hungered for you my love. Always it hungered. When I first partook of the Grail it showed me a vision of my future. I would be round with my babies, with a red head at my side. It then flashed to when they were perhaps ten, and I saw our twin girls. Beautiful orange hair, the colour of pumpkins and gorgeous sea green eyes. Now seeing you my love, it is a mix of our colouring. And I could tell that they were happy. It was then I saw another image of the same girls, with small brothers beside them, holding another pair of babies. All with the same colouring. I knew then that I had found you, and you had given me my babies. We looked so happy. I wanted that happiness greatly. But as you know, our curse killed me. I had been thinking about you so much, and it caused an image of Seth, the only one I had of our memory. By this time, I knew that he had tied himself to the Millennium Rod in anticipation of you. You were always meant to have it, as any soul of Seth's was meant to have it. So when I was thinking of you, I brought out the image of Seth instead. And it caused my death. When it comes to you A rún, I have no control. Only you can make me lose control that my mother taught me. She is very powerful as well, and I had the blood of a Celtic Druid running through my veins." Johfrit said softly stroking his wife


"So do the others share your history?" Bors asked now curious


"Yes and no. Jono does as he IS the son of Apollo. His powers are far different then mine, but mine of are a different nature. Or more specifically are nature. His is of Light, as this is what he truly is. Pure unadulterated light. As the son of a Sun God and born from pure light, he is our brightest shining light. Mine is of an earth nature. I will tell you when I am ready, and I promise you will be the first to know, I swear. Joey's parents are monsters and it is best that I try not to dwell on them, or Seto is going to have some cleanup to do. We are his family and this is the way it is going to be. He needs a great deal of love as unlike all four of us, he was never given any as a child and grew up hard. As well as Seto. You love let your bitterness at my absence eat at your soul. Even more then it already was. You learned far too much, and it ate at you. Seto is the result. He hasn't told Joey yet, but Seto's adopted father was a sadistic horrible bastard. If it was not for the fact that he is a clever little boy as well, he would have been purposely tainted beyond all recognition. I've seen Seto's back and it is not pretty. Noone should go through what he has, but if it was not for Mokuba, he would have succumbed to his madness. He is okay now, our Pharaoh drove most of the darkness away, as his gift can do so, and when he first interacted with Joey in the soul room we cleansed the soul." Johfrit said as his wife was trembling from the emotions.


"Who is Mokuba?" Bors asked now curious


"When you meet him, you will know. You will feel it in every pore of your body. And just as I did, you will embrace the need to protect him." Johfrit said remembering the feeling of the first day he had first witnessed that pure unadulterated soul. Jono and Seth had not realized it yet, but in this life, Seto clung to him as his only life line. Heaven help Seto when those two realized just who Mokuba really was.


"Very well. Now I understand why you demanded I give you babies, but I guess I do not understand how males can. As life changed this much that it can be possible now?" Bors asked naively


"And for a high priest you are awful stupid my love." Johfrit said, but as Bors was not facing him he did not see the smirk on his face. Whipping around sending water all over the floor he glared at his husband


"Don't call me stupid." Bors growled and watched his husband eyes widen but not in surprise but in lust


"Gods I love your fire. I can not wait to have it surround me. Seeing you spitting like a hissing kitten is going to be glorious!" Johfrit said as he reached for his husband and pulled him against him


"Is there ever a time when you are not thinking about sex?" Bors asked him now with a smirk on his face. He then watched his husband ponder this, tapping his finger against his cheek. He did this for a good minute and then looked like he had come to a decision.




"......Only around our Queen. Midgets aren't attractive." Joh said honestly as his wife stared at him almost in horror


"My poor ass..." Bors muttered as his husband leaned down to him and grinned


"Damn right WIFE!" Johfrit said as he licked the edges of his pink rose coloured lips and felt the tremor through his body


"Are you going to take me here?" Bors asked curious, giving Johfrit vibrations against his tongue. Catching the smirk his husband leaned up and gently took one of his ear lobes in his mouth and suckled it. He then whispered in his ear:


"Do you want me to?"


"I want my husband...take me husband!" Bors cried out as Johfrit ran his hands down his husbands back, cupping his perfect ass, feeling the slight hair that was there. He was still nuzzling his wife's neck, breathing hot air onto his skin and then licking it, making him moan at the sensations.


"How do you want it...do you want it hard...do you want it fast...do you want it slow and gentle..." Johfrit whispered into his ear, feeling the words literally tingle along his body, as Bors digested the words making him lose any of the control that he had


"Johfrit...." Bors cried out, his body primed and hard for his husband, the words ending any kind of control he had


"That isn't an answer Hálainn grá. It's your body, and I won't take you until you tell me." Johfrit teased him, kissing him slowly down his body, lifting him out of the pool and carrying him to the small bench.


As he sat him down, he looked hard at his beautifully sculpted husband. Unlike Seto and Seth that were slim and lithely built reminding him of sleek cats, Bors was not. He was built like a power house. Broad shouldered and surprisingly small nipples adorned the broad chest with his lean body tapering to his slim hips and strongly built legs. Like Seto, he was all leg, but unlike him, he had powerfully built thighs...he couldn't wait to have them around his neck.


"Chisato...you are so beautiful." Johfrit said a tear falling as he worshipped his soul mate


"So are you chéri...love me..." Bors whispered as his husband gently used the tips of his fingers and traced his body softly, sending shivers of goosebumps all along his body. Moving over each crevice of his body, softly touching, softly stroking him, he could feel the heat radiating from his wife, and felt the shift of his control again. As he moved along his body, tracing the tattoo, the one that symbolized the soul of Jono, in the lotus and the fertility symbol that the edges of the heart where on each side of his wife's cock, symbolizing that his wife's cock would give him children, Johfrit began to lose the battle of control. He wanted to taste his husband and taste his pleasure hole, and bury himself inside him. But he did not want to hurt Bors, but he would not tell him how. He wanted to know, he wanted to feel his lover's control snap and he wanted his spitting Dragon Kitten clawing his back as he rammed into him so hard, and so fast that he could touch the soul.


"You still need to tell me how...so I think you still need a bit of persuasion." Johfrit said as he lightly traced his husband's member, using the tip of his fingernail on the slit, watching his lover's juice flow from the tip, and then glancing at his Kitten, his head lolled back against the wall, gripping the top of it, and straining with his desire.


"C'mon Kitten...tell me what you want..." Johfrit said as he leaned down and fell to his knees as he used his tongue on the straining cock, its weeping becoming mesmerizing to Johfrit


"M....More..." Bors said straining to stay still for his husband. He was already ready to scream from want but he wanted to show him that he could withstand his lusty husband. He had a feeling that their lovemaking was always going to be a test of wills, as he could already tell that holding out and not giving in, turned Johfrit on more, and he could not wait to have his husband's cock deep inside him. If of course he could resist the urge to taste it. This was something he had yet to do, and his mouth was watering already at the thought of having it deep down his throat.


"More what Acùshla? More of this?" Johfrit said as he enveloped his wife's cock deep inside his mouth, swallowing him whole. He then began to hum from the base of his throat making Bors scream from pleasure. Johfrit then decided that he was going to stretch this out, for as long as he could. So sitting back he watched his lover calm down, softly stroking his face and legs, until the urge came again, and he would start again. And he did this over and over and over again, dragging this pace for hours, bringing him to the edge and then taking him away from it, Joh pushing towards the glorious sight of his husband breaking his control and snapping. Finally in the latter part of the night, he was finally rewarded.

"Take me...by our lords take me!" Bors began screaming, his control gone, and his hands wrapped around his husband's head, making Johfrit rock against him, as his lusty and deviously delicious husband began humming even more, creating a more of a vibration. As he could feel from the base of his spine and the automatic curling of his toes, he could feel his impending release. Just as he was about to let go, his cock already twitching in anticipation of the impending explosion, his sadistic husband let go of him, and grinned at him


"Ah ah ah...you haven't told me how ya wanna go." Johfrit said sitting back on his haunches and watched his kitten grow dragon fire.


"You fucking sadistic bastard...." Bors screamed at him as his husbands topaz eyes sparkled with mirth


"There's my Dragon Kitten. Ya wanna scratch me don't you. Ya wanna me ta give it to ya." Johfrit said to his fire breathing dragon. who was nearly blowing smoke.


"Fucking take me gods dammit!!" Bors screamed in frustration as he watched Johfrit grin


"How...how do you want it." Johfrit whispered as he leaned back into his kitten and lifted his willing legs onto his shoulders and Johfrit used his tongue to gently tease his wife's anus. Tasting the glorious cinnamon pour out of his body, as his hole was so very ready for him. Hearing a primal scream erupt from his wife, he grinned and plunged his tongue into the hole mimicking what he wanted to do so very shortly. As much as he enjoyed teasing his wife, making him spit fire, his dick was getting too painful. He needed to end this soon or he would spill himself too early, and he wanted to be buried inside Bors when he shot his load. Leaning back still on his haunches, he grabbed the bottle of caramel scented lubrication and placed a dollop on his fingers and on his husband's entrance, spreading it further with his tongue


"Hard...fucking take me hard....NOW GODS DAMMIT!!!!!" Bors screamed as Johfrit inserted two fingers into his wife's hole and felt for his prostate. Finding it, he watched his beautiful wife arch his back and scream as he experienced his first orgasm of the night. His release was all over his front, and Johfrit grinned as he leaned up and licked it clean off of him, teasing his nipples as he cleaned it off of him, and inserted a third finger inside, adding to the pleasure. Bors didn't disappoint him, as he surged back to life, his cock hard again, as Johfrit took him again in his mouth, as Johfrit gently inserted the fourth finger, stretching him further, being very careful not to allow his fist to slip in.


"Stop teasing...please...please...take...me...gods....so...good....fuck....me....husband...." Bors chanted being pleasured on both ends frustrating him but making him swell inside at the gentleness and care that his lusty husband was giving him.


"Gladly my A rún" Johfrit said as he stood up, and leaned over his wife, lifting his legs to his shoulders


"This is going to hurt, and there is no way I am going to be able to stop that." Johfrit said, as he placed himself into position to slide himself into his wife


"I know...take me...take my gift of my virginity" Bors said with tears in his eyes, as Johfrit slide inside him, quivering and shaking from the urge to not slam inside his beautiful wife. He was so touched and in awe at the feeling of Bors. It felt like he was in liquid heaven, the heat surrounding him was so fantastic.


"Tell me when you are ready Chisato" Johfrit said staying as still as he possibly could.


"You feel so good husband, you fill me in ways I never thought possible. I am ready. Make me yours mon chéri" Bors said, and to emphasis just how ready he was, he moved against his husband, making him hit his sensitized prostate and in response, Bors arched up at the feeling


"You feel like heaven my wife, my beautiful, gorgeous little kitten. Give me dragon fire...spit fire for me!" Johfrit said as he pulled back slowly and then slammed into his wife hard, making Bors slam his head against the wall. Bringing his wife closer, he brought his legs around his neck, and placed his hands underneath his wife. Grabbing his ass, he held him closer to him as he ground into him, using a circular motion, teasing him further.


"STOP FUCKING TEASING ME GODS DAMMIT AND FUCK ME HARDER!!" Bors screamed at him grabbing his husband and grinding himself harder against his blond husband


"YES...By our Gods! Rise my Beautiful Dragon..." Johfrit screamed driving harder and deeper into his greedy wife, hitting his prostate dead on. Bors continued to meet him stroke for stroke, bringing them closer to completion.


"Yes! By Gods! Harder!! Harder My Celtic Beauty! Fuck me!!!" Bors screamed as Johfrit grabbed him and carried him out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Bors locked his lips against him, grinding against him, as he still rode him as Johfrit carried him, lifting him up and down on Joh's rock hard cock


Laying him back down onto the bed, Johfrit pulled his legs further back, towards Bor's head and with him so exposed rammed himself harder and deeper into him. Sweat was pouring from Johfrit's body as he could feel his wife tremble all around him. He could tell that he was struggling to come, but he could not get it to break. Joh himself was now testing his limits as he had already surpassed the need to cum as he had almost orgasmed the second he was buried inside of Bors.


"Faster...gods please...faster...I'm so close..." Bors sobbed as he could feel himself on the edge of the precipice of utter oblivion


"I know A rún...so am I. I am going to try a different position but I have to pull out for that." Johfrit said but Bors went wide eyed and grabbed him, throwing Johfrit onto his back, and Bors on top of him. At that Bors braced himself onto Johfrit's chest, and planted his knees against the sides of him and leaned down to his husband. Riding him for all he was worth, he was able to get now a constant rubbing against the prostate and with the new position, made it deeper and stronger then before. Stroke after stroke he moved faster against the Blond Adonis and finally he got his break and Bors let out a bloodcurdling scream as he came and sent his cum flying straight up, as he arched his back. This seemed to be just the touch that Johfrit needed as well, as with the contractions that Bors made it was enough for him to come as well and he screamed "CHIIIIIISATOOOOOOOO!" as he released inside of his wife, splashing a stream of cum deep within his body, which surprisingly made Bors come again. Johfrit then looked at him with such love as he could see now how tired his wife was, as he was about to collapse onto his chest.


"Come here..." Johfrit said as he gently made his tall wife fall onto his chest, leaving himself still within his wife, the body still contracting not used to the feelings. As he could feel his wife fall asleep on him, he gently smiled and with his magic hands placed them onto his little uke's back and allowed himself to access the well of his powers and gently began to rub his back, easing the pain that he knew would be present as the last hour he had not been gentle on his powerful lover. Finishing the job, he eased himself out of the body, and lifted himself up, still holding the body of his wife. Now cradled within his arms, he held him close as he carried him back into the bathroom and into the section for the tub. Entering it, his wife did not awaken, nor did he think he would and washed away all evidence of their loving together. Making sure that he was clean inside and outside, he carried him back into the bathroom and grabbed one of his pyjama pants and after drying him, put the pants onto him.


Smiling that he was STILL asleep, he placed his wife into the bed and then headed downstairs to the kitchen. Only to find that the house was completely empty and not even Hanna was present. Looking at the time, it was now nearly 4am in the morning and he realized then that they had been going at it for nearly 6 hours. 'No wonder he's asleep' he thought as he grabbed something to eat. Opening the fridge he saw some of the leftovers as last night he had not gotten anything to eat and he was completely starving. Now that his main hunger was finally appeased, he tried to see what he could make for himself for his stomach. He also knew that Bors would be hungry as well, though thinking about it, he had worn him out and it would be unlikely that he would be waking up any time soon.


Finding some left over chicken and what Hanna had called a sauce called white sauce, he grabbed some of the bread that was in the fridge and closed the door. Walking over to the island, he placed his findings on there, trying to remember what Joey had said about toasters. He left the mechanics of such things to them, as he didn't want to blow up things, but right now he was hungry and wanted food. Finding the toaster in the dark, as he didn't really feel like turning on a light, he plugged it in and the went back to the island and opened the bread bag that contained the bread that Hanna had made the morning before. Filled with Rosemary and other herbs that he could not identify in the dark, he looked around the kitchen for the bread knife that Seto had showed him once. He remembered that it was curved at the end, and it had large curves for its blades. Seeing the knife block, tucked away in the corner he walked over to it and began to pull out each knife until he saw the one that he had remembered. Finding it as the last knife, he brought it back over to the island and cut off a thick slice of the bread, remembering that he had to make it thin enough for the wide slotted toaster. As the bread was longer then the toaster, he only cut one slice, but then sliced it in half, which then became the perfect length for the toaster. Proud of himself for measuring it perfectly, he walked back over to the toaster, with the slices of bread and placed them into the toaster. He then walked over to the butter container and grabbed the butter knife that was on a spoon rest beside it, as the toaster popped loudly, startling Johfrit as there was only the slight sounds outside.


He then grabbed one of the plates above where the butter container was and with it in hand, walked over to the toaster and grabbed the bread. As he had not grabbed it right away, it was still hot enough to melt the butter, but no longer hot enough to burn his fingers. The first time he had done that, he had grabbed it right away and then screamed and nearly blasted it away, while his father stood to the side and began killing himself laughing. It was a valuable lesson that he had learned and was glad that he still remembered the lesson. Buttering the toast, while he thought about the memory, he unplugged the toaster and walked back to the island, and began to place the sliced chicken onto the bread. He then placed the other side of the bread and then with the white sauce, poured it onto the sandwich. Now smothered, he brought the plate over the infernal contraption, otherwise known as the microwave, and placed it inside. This was one of the few electronic devices that he had learned, other then a car, as he was constantly using it to heat up his latte's. Placing it inside he pressed one of the buttons and the light inside began, as it did it countdown to two minutes, long enough for him to see if there was any more of the luncheon's salad.


Going back over to the fridge he opened the door and saw the bowl containing it. Grabbing it, and the salad dressing, just simply named Johfrit's blend, he left the door open this time and walked back over to the island and placed more of his bounty down and then walked back over to the open fridge to see if he could find something to drink. He knew that there was always some of the various drinks, and in the back, he spotted the apple cider that Hanna had made and grabbed it. Now closing the fridge door, the ding went off, sounding that his dinner was complete and not bothering with a glass, he placed the jug down onto the island and opened the lid to the salad. He then walked over to the microwave and opened the door, and grabbed his dinner.


Looking off to the side, he saw the breakfast tray that Hanna had for bringing food upstairs. Grabbing it, he walked back over to the food, and not wanting to disturb his sleepy wife, headed outside. Even though it was cold, as it was now December 21, his powers were used to the cold, and with it, created a bubble around him to protect him from the cold. He had the forethought to wear his slippers that worked as well as slight shoes. His father's priests were good enough to make sure that the pathway to his side of the cliff was shovelled as him glowing at them one morning last month that he had discovered the fall of the snow had sent them into terrors and they had all shovelled it as quickly as possible as at the time he was naked and pissed. Grinning at the thought of making a few more of the priests run in terror, he walked out through the path to the small table that was at the end. It was under a small gazebo of sorts but it was closed off and heated inside. Something else that Alen had installed after catching his son eating his breakfast in the blistering cold. Entering it, he could feel that sunrise was going to be soon. He guessed about another hour, and he wanted to be into his Kata’s then. Inhaling his food, he sat back as he cradled the jug of the cider on his chest, slouching slightly in the chair.


Tonight was a great many miracles, some that he knew that morning he would not have expected, but saying a small prayer to his lord he whispered to the Almighty, a thank you for the immense gift that he had bestowed upon him. Knowing that it was granted, for not only Joey and Seto's words, but as his reward for his loyalty, he knew that his lord would now allow him to serve his two other masters. One that even his father did not know about. Which was something else that he needed the time alone to think about. Now that he had Bors - 'No - Chisato, I must try to think of him as Chisato' Joh chastised himself for, he had to think about why his little girls were not created. And his mother. She had to know that he was now back in the world and he had wondered why she hadn't shown up yet. Though in his research, when Seto hadn't been looking, his mother was not as well known. Though this was changing. The world craved things Celtic and Gaelic, and his mother was one of the more ruthless, yet divine of the Tuatha.


"God help them all when she gets here." he whispered and then finally, after nearly 1300 years felt the golden touch and the earthy peat that he had come to expect from the woman


"My Golden A rún. I have missed you." she whispered in her husky, aged voice


"Mama...I have missed you too. My mate is here. But we didn't make our babies...why didn't we make our babies!" he said starting to sob. He then felt the heat and smell of early mornings in Eire as the woman enveloped him in her arms


"Dearest Acùshla, you know why. You spoke to the Queen about it yestermorn. Next year, next year you can give me my granddaughters. I have waited 5,000 years for my little priestess, I can wait a bit longer." the woman said, softly stroking the blond Adonis


"I still haven't told Father." he said his head buried just under his mother's bosom


"I still don't understand why you call him father, but I suppose in a way he is. And I understand. You have enough strangeness in your life, having another religion thrown in would probably short circuit them all." she said softly stroking his head, running her fingers through his long blond hair.


"Now that the Almighty has given me Chisato, and that is his name, my duty to him is done, and I can focus on Osiris and you mother. Chisato and I will always be the Grail knights and will protect it, but Osiris needs his priests and you do to. I am the only one you trained as High Druid." Johfrit said to his mother, not wanting at this point to look at her.


"Are you really going to take my babies at birth Mama?" he asked her, remembering what he had been told as a child


"You know I will have to. They will be too powerful to be around mortals. As well, they will be full blooded Druids. It has been foretold by my father. It was the reason why I was never allowed to have a mate. Any child of mine would be too powerful. Having you my son was so incredibly dangerous. If it was not for your soul, darkness would have reigned. Your girls will as well inherit this. All your children will. You know I will have to raise them. That does not mean you and your mate can not come home. Once home you will always be near your six babies and you both can raise them with me." she said to him, making him look at his mother. Looking directly at her he was still in awe of the appearance of her. She was well over 6'7 and slim. She had full bodied breasts and her hair fell in onyx ringlets down her back. She was as pale as the moon, and her eyes were the lightest green ever possible. She looked twenty, but was well into the thousands for her years. And one of the oldest of her race. Unlike the gods that were here, she was still worshipped, and had been for many centuries.


"I know mother, and I still do not understand how Jono's gift and my father came into play. I wish you would tell me what Jono had done to create the pact with you." Johfrit said as his mother stepped away from him. It was nearing dawn and it was time to do his Kata's that was the worship to his mother. Stripping naked, or going sky clad, that he had been taught, he watched his mother join him as her clothing as well disappeared and together they began the intricate dance that was a worship to the death of the night and the birth of the morning. The first thing they did was lay out the 13 runes and pointed them to the north. Each morning it would be a different set of runes, but today they were Celtic runes, known only to the training of the High Druid. Each morning he would brush the snow away and lay them down with the top rune, always as a call to his mother in the center facing north. Within the center is where he would begin the dance of the celts that his mother had taught him.


What they did not see was a tall redhead looking down from the bedroom window with a tear in his eye as he did not understand why his husband was naked in front of another woman.