Chapter 1: desirespren
Notes:
"Draw your blood, draw your breath
Skip the whites of your eyes 'til you wake up and watch me
Draw your wings from your back
I'll not be shy, no, I'll not be gentle with you"Caroline Polachek - Crude Drawing of an Angel
Chapter Text
The young Veden girl, despite the special occasion that merited that day, was doing the thing she most enjoyed in life. Drawing.
Though clearly drawing a lot of guys fighting with Shards in an arena in the middle of Urithiru wasn’t as interesting as drawing the weird structures of Lasting Integrity or the immense variety of sprens that she had seen in that voyage to Shadesmar. But she couldn’t complain, at least here she was safe from any honorspren or herald that threatened to condemn one person for the millenary actions of their ancestors. Specially, she was far from Mraize and those secrets that had caused so many problems to her fragile and perturbed patricide head.
“You know you can’t ignore that problem for too long” Radiant said, who had spent almost all day recluded, since Shallan had been explicit about the fact that in the day of her husband’s birthday she didn’t want Radiant taking her from spending time with him. But clearly, that wouldn't shut off all of her inner thoughts. “He will come to find you and the last thing we need is to be caught off guard, and you know that a lot better than me.”
“Shut up” Shallan blurted out in her head, while she took a memory of her husband dodging a thrust coming from Kaladin. Because of the commemorative occasion of his birth, Adolin had organized some friendly duels, and he was now facing Kaladin, who obviously had agreed to measure his strength with his friend. Meanwhile, answering a special request from her husband, Shallan was dedicating herself to draw something from all the fights. “Didn’t I already tell you that today is a special day and I don't wanna think about ugly stuff such as that sect of ghosts?” the red haired girl complained.
“I understand that the birthday of your husband is of emotional priority” Radiant said “But you know pretty well what avoiding our problems brought to us.”
Shallan hissed, because Radiant, as usual, was right. Her fragile ego was about to tell her that she should fight Radiant, but the side of her psyche that hated confrontation was telling her that it wasn’t a good idea. In that moment, she was happy that she had sent Pattern to investigate the lies of the people watching the duels, because the last thing she needed was another voice questioning her motivations. However, the most questionable side of her head decided to unconsciously focus on the duel that was happening down there.
The Windrunner had agreed to duel Adolin, even though he was off duty. It was pretty clear that if he was allowed to use Stormlight, Kal probably would have sent Adolin to choke himself the sand of the floor of the duel field. But it was Adolin’s birthday, not Kaladin’s, so this arena had to adapt to whatever the blonde boy wanted. Better for Shallan, who was pretty sure that a situation in which Kaladin used his powers could pretty easily confuse Adolin, and the one that was gonna have to bear with that frustration was her. Even though Adolin was probably the nicest and most comprehensive person in all of Roshar, she knew that he could be bothered when things didn’t go how he expected. Also, fighting with Kaladin was something he had wanted to do for a while. To add more, she noticed how following the Windrunner’s unhinged rhythm wasn't being easy for Adolin.
She focused on doing the scene that she had taken while she tried to follow the fight. Kaladin had a small silver armor, and was fighting with his usual spear, which almost surely was Syl. Adolin meanwhile, was in fullplate, with his dearly blue plate and Maya. She couldn’t see the face of either of them, not only because their clothes covered them, but also because of the amount of movements that were happening in such a few minutes. At times it felt like watching two windspren plowing through the sky, but it was a faster plow and it was contained towards an action of concentrated mutual strikes. She felt a little bit envious, she had never had that combat ability, even despite having lots of training with Adolin regarding how to use a Shardblade. She also felt scared, knowing that if she was in a situation that required fighting and the rival was this capable, being the head of the Unseen Court wasn’t gonna save her from being killed after just one touch (she had already experienced that situation, and she didn’t want to repeat that).
But in addition, her head suddenly wished that both men that were dueling had less clothes on than what they had right now. Some weird impulse urged her to see both guys without Shards in them, and mostly, with their chests out. She didn’t know how, but she was sure that a duel like that could be a great visual delight.
“You’re forgetting to complete the plate for your husband. Also the Windrunner has an exposed arm that's bigger than it really is” Radiant suddenly mentioned.
Shallan paid close attention to what she was drawing, and what Radiant said was true, suddenly the two guys had no clothes in where, if the drawing was accurate, there should be an armor. The muscular protuberance of her husband’s chest and Kaladin’s arm didn’t really help at all to hide her intentions. She saw how a few shamespren appeared near her, and suddenly she knew that her face was as red as her hair. She erased what she had done and started drawing the scene as it really should happen, being really thankful that no other member of the Kholin family was near her at that moment, because that would have been very embarrassing.
“Whatever to ignore your problems I guess” said Radiant, being sarcastic.
“Don’t try to complain about what I do” Shallan answered, while continuing drawing “It was a slip, nothing else.”
“Those hours you made Adolin pose naked to draw him say otherwise.”
Damnation, she hated when Radiant exposed her.
“What have I told you about judging what I do in my intimacy?”
“That is not right, I know. I’m not judging you, it's completely normal to have sexual desire towards your husband. But I’m worried that in your eagerness to learn how that part of your head works will make you forget your real duties. Aside from that, it has been very unbearable here since you asked Jasnah for orientation regarding books related to the history of sexual practices. Though seeing the face she had after that was amazing, I think that’s one of the few occasions in which a monarch reacts that way to a petition”.
“And what did you want me to do?” Shallan answered, angrily and feeling shameful “To ask Dalinar? Or the ardentia, who has always forbidden every kind of sexual practice aside from reproductive purposes? There wasn’t any other person to go to, and I wasn’t going to ask a man, even if he was experienced!”
“Even though she was willing to help you, I think she was disappointed by the fact you were dedicating your studies to that.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time she is disappointed in me. I’m used to it by now.”
“At least your intentions are directed towards honorable and hard-working people, so I don’t worry in that sense. But I won't lie to you, sometimes I think it is useless that you dedicate time to that.”
“Well, I’m sorry but you don’t have to like everything I do. It’s not an important decision either, our subsistence doesn’t depend on it, so I don’t need your approval. And please, stop complaining, or I’m going to force you inside even more.”
“You threaten me?” Radiant asked, surprised “What an obvious way of hiding your shame Shallan. I would advise you to hide it better when the Windrunner comes here to talk to you”.
“What are you talking about? I don’t shame anymore when I talk to him, that was…”
“Because he just lost against Adolin and he is coming right here” Radiant interrupted her.
Shallan moved her head to the right of the stands and effectively, Kaladin was coming right were she was. Damnation Why now? Didn’t he have people from Bridge Four to hang out with? And he had lost? Stormfather, he probably was gonna talk about the duel and how he lost. Worst of all, she hadn’t payed attention to, because firstly, she was pretty busy drawing him and her husband and secondly she was arguing with herself to hide her obvious attraction towards the man that was coming to talk to her.
She wanted to go fetch Adolin for contention, he knew exactly how to get her out of those weird mental states in which she sometimes entered. But she remembered that Adolin was still in the arena and there were at least four more fights. Damned was the day she had decided to marry a passionate duelist.
At least there weren’t any shamespren coming from her, so she could manage to hide her obscene thoughts. The issue was that Kaladin sometimes was unpredictable and he had the capacity of perceiving if something strange was happening to her. So Shallan simply hoped that the sarcastic side of him that could leave her exposed pretty easily didn’t come out. The issue was that every single time they talked, that happened, so she was afraid for her integrity while she saw how a fearspren had appeared at her side. She shooed it slyly, praying so no other spren appeared (and that included Pattern, the Cyrptic behaved very weirdly when Shallan was facing corporate passions).
The Windrunner sat next to Shallan. He didn’t have the Kholin blue uniform he wore all the time, just a simple plain white shirt and brown trousers, aside from some boots that reminded her a lot of those she had stolen from him. She was about to laugh at that detail, but she suppressed that. She noticed that he was tired, because of the sweat in his face. Shallan wasn’t surprised, between the dedication this man threw to fights and the fact that Adolin wasn’t an easy rival, there wasn’t any possibility he wasn’t tired to some degree.
“Stormfather your husband sure is tough…” Kaladin sighed, opening his arms and legs as if he was offering his soul to a god. Or as if he was dying, it could be interpreted either way. It wasn’t the way someone should act on the birthday of a highprince, but clearly Kaladin didn’t much care about decorum.
And apparently Shallan didn’t either, because the fact that he said her husband was “tough” wasn’t at something that could be interpreted as dirty. She had to contain a laugh again in a way that wasn’t sly in the slightest, while she prayed that no snitching spren appeared. But she didn’t realize that the fact that her face wanted to become the same color as her hair, was more showing than any kind of spren.
“Are you okay? You seem pretty red.”
“Those rumours that he has no idea of subtlety are true" Radiant added.
“Don’t come here to make things worse!” Shallan complained, hoping that Radiant left her alone for a while after that. Even though she recognized that firmness wasn’t bad at that moment, she didn’t want to shoo the Windrunner. If she had come to search for her, it would have been because of something, or that’s what she thought.
“Yeah… I'm fine” Shallan lied. "It's just that these places overheat me. I had forgotten about the excess of testosterone that these duels have.”
That seemed to distract Kaladin, because the first thing he did was laugh.
“If this seems like a lot of testosterone you should have seen the Alethi borders. Or the Shattered Plains, though that testosterone wasn’t well put, I even would say it was wasted.”
“Do you think the Fused expel testosterone too?” she asked suddenly, because she was genuinely interested in knowing that.
“I have no idea. The Pursuer probably did, but that’s the worst canalized testosterone I’ve ever experienced.”
“You say that because he dedicated it to pursue you?” she asked him.
“Not only for that, though that was part of the problem” Kaladin mentioned, and after that he stayed quiet. He spent a few seconds looking towards the horizon, as if he was thinking something strange. Shallan even swore she understood he was probably having some weird thoughts, thing that wouldn’t be strange considering the conversation topic. But he usually was more prudent than her, and he didn’t talk about stupid stuff without thinking, so he completely changed the subject. “But I don’t care, I don’t wanna think of him. Were you drawing?” Kal asked, seeming genuinely interested in what the girl was doing.
“Oh yes. Adolin asked me to draw as much as I could from his fights. He wanted a registry and he knows that if I do this I won't get bored” she mentioned while she showed him various drawings. Most of them depicted Adolin in different positions, different perspectives and with different people. Some had more detail in the scenery, others had a pretty simple background and much more detail was focused on the duelists themselves. She started showing them to Kaladin and then she showed him the two drawings that she had done of his fight with Adolin. The surgeon looked with detail, as if he was trying to convey any aspect of his and his friend's bodies. Shallan felt praised by the fact she could retain the attention of a soldier with those drawings.
One of those drawings, clearly, was the one she had done in the middle of her inner discourse with Radiant. There was a strange cohesion in it, but everything was pretty angulous while contundent at the same time, and there wasn’t any focus on the space in which they were. Adolin was just behind the spear, doing a jump to the right to dodge it, while in the middle of adopting another one of his eighty stands for fighting that Shallan couldn’t really remember the names of. Kaladin, on the other hand, was firmly standing on the floor, with a very stiff grip on his spear. Unlike Adolin, some of his hair was visible outside his armor, and he had a good portion of his chest oriented forward, so his body was inclined. The perspective of the drawing made Kaladin stand in front of Adolin, and made the blonde guy feel less important.
The drawing she had made before was the complete opposite, Kaladin was jumping behind in the middle of the air and Adolin was in the process of trying to slice his body by half, gripped his blade with just one hand, but still doing a lot of force in the process. The arena below was more detailed, and the people behind it too, in a lesser way. She was sure that anyone could think that Kaladin was about to go flying anywhere else, because his pose showed that. A flight towards where no sword could reach him, afar from any problem that could intercept him.
“They’re great” Kaladin mentioned.
“Do you want one? I made two in case you wanted to keep one” she said.
“Didn’t Adolin want a registry of everything?”
“He doesn’t care about that so much, and he sure wouldn’t care if you keep one.”
“Well” he answered, focusing his attention in picking it “I want this one” he exclaimed while he pointed towards the drawing that was made in a debacle without any decorum.
“Fine, I’ll lacquer it so you can keep it” she said while she proceeded to start the process “You didn’t at all pick that one because it makes you look better, didn’t you?”
Kaladin laughed a bit towards that comment.
“That’s not the only motive, though it’s one for sure. I like the drawing style more, and, I guess this is my surgeon mind speaking, but I like more how the bodies are drawn. It also has more detail on the spear and that’s pretty. Syl is sure going to like it too."
She didn’t answer, she was just concentrating on lacquering the drawing. It did help a little bit to calm her nerves, which luckily seemed to be going elsewhere. Though reality was that her brain didn’t forget that magnetism that seemed to be attracting her in some weird way towards the guy that was next to her. Maybe it was simply her misinterpretation of the aura that everybody knew Kaladin had, related to his innate capacity to inspire people. Or maybe it was the knowledge that she had of him, related also to the appreciation she and her husband had to him as a person. All that and her gut to learn new stuff, was unraveling a pretty questionable idea in her head. It probably had been tried, but it easily would be the less decorous thought that had come to her head in all her life.
Nothing that a Horneater wine didn’t help processing. She was about to consider asking for one at that moment, but she didn’t need that kind of stimulation in her head. Drawing while drunk didn’t usually go well, and there were still some fights to draw. Though having by your side one of the individuals that provided you with those thoughts didn’t help her to be concentrated in her drawings. She hoped Adolin wouldn’t be worried about this later, because what her head was thinking depended completely on what her husband said. And considering some of their last conversations, he could probably accept her proposal.
“Didn’t it bother you that he had Fullplate and you didn’t?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
“Not at all, I wasn’t that bad. Yeah, I would have liked to fly, but Adolin can’t fly and if I lift him the duel would make no sense. And if another person lifts him it wouldn’t be Adolin himself moving, and that wouldn’t make sense either. Though, It’s not bad for me to remember how to fight without Stormlight, sometimes it even feels as if I’m completely ignoring some part of my body, but in reality most of my life I fought without it, and I couldn’t fly. And considering what happened here not long ago, it's wise to remember that our powers can fail us.”
“You tell me” Shallan complained “Though if you had Light there is always the option to stick Adolin to the floor.”
“That… would have been pretty dirty,” Kaladin laughed. “Still, that crossed my mind, but I’ve seen a lot of people react to being stuck to a wall or a roof. And unless you’re Lopen, that never goes well, people don’t like not being allowed to control their body.”
Shallan didn’t add anything, she just finished doing the lacquer of her drawing, and gave it to her friend.
“Done. Treat it carefully, this doesn’t dry fast. I hope you like it.”
“Thanks, it’s beautiful.”
“You’re welcome.”
Shallan again focused on whatever was happening in the arena, to keep drawing. If she was correct the one that was fighting right now, was Roion’s son. Even though she was concentrating on catching the details again, she kept talking with the Hearthstone boy.
“Will you go to the party later?” Shallan asked.
“Yeah sure” he said “It’s not really my favorite ambient, but if I don’t go your husband is gonna tell me that I went to be depressed in my room and he won’t forgive me. Also I promised him that I would go, I can’t betray his favor like that, he will keep bothering me till I’m sent to Damnation. There are some people from Bridge Four invited, so if you both decide to ditch me, I have people to have fun with”.
“Don’t flatter yourself, we can survive without your attention” Shallan bothered him, realizing that that “favor” issue gave her foot to what was roaming on her head “Would you do Adolin any favor on his birthday?”
“Yeah, any” he said, and Shallan noticed firsthand how innocent he was being. It was weird to her, considering that he was a man and that he was older than her, so the normal thing would be to think that he had some experience to perceive those kinds of insinuations. But this confirmed what Radiant said, the rumors regarding his lack of perceptions towards things linked to flirting were pretty real. Though apparently, he could perceive that something weird was happening in everything that Shallan was saying, because he suddenly questioned her “Wait… why do you say that?”
“Nothing, something I have to speak with Adolin” she said while appearing uninterested.
“What?” he asked, suddenly feeling curious “Didn’t he have enough with beating me and he now wants to stick me to the roof?” he said, half seriously and being sarcastic at the same time.
“No, not that” she laughed at him supposing those kinds of stuff. An innocent mind indeed “It’s a surprise.”
“Oh, I see, you decided to act mysterious” he bothered her “It seems that the absurd name that you put to your order isn’t enough to make you try to stop acting like a spy.”
“Stop attacking the name of my Court! We have every right to be named like that!” she complained “I don’t question how the Windrunners are organized like a militia just because you like that”.
Kaladin was about to argue, but suddenly his attention focused on something else that wasn’t Shallan. It seemed as if his family was looking for him. The red haired girl was surprised to find the couple, but it was probable that they wanted to say hi to the birthday boy soon, after all Adolin didn’t go unnoticed in Urithiru, even less in its Alethi population.
“Well dear, my parents are looking for me, so I’ll leave you. I hope the excess of testosterone doesn’t bother you too much, and see you later” he mentioned while he got up and started to go towards his parents.
“Bye, see you later” she said, not looking at him at all, despite the fact that if she wasn’t drawing her most questionable instincts would have made her do that directly.
She could feel how a patterned presence came near her. She didn’t pay attention to her spren, but he talked to her either way.
“Mmm” buzzed Pattern, manifesting himself next to where she was sitting while his patterns moved a lot “Lies, false mystery to hide your feelings of partial reproduction… lies to not recognize that he does the same your husband does to you physically, mmm, interesting, yes, very interesting.”
“Who asked for your opinion on this?” she complained quietly while concentrating on her drawing.
“Nobody, but I heard the conversation and I get what happened. Questionable situation… according to what humans think in here, but mmm, fascinating manifestation…”
“I won’t allow you to look at it” she told him before he could say anything else.
“You never do it, and you know I respect your intimacy. But if you later have some drawing I’d like to see it… it would be the manifestation of the biggest lie in all your marriage… hmmm”.
Shallan did whatever was possible to not feel flustered towards what Pattern was saying, and she concentrated on what she was doing, considering obviously the social consequences that whatever that was going through her head could imply. But Adolin was pretty clear that he was open to experimentation, though he preferred it was someone he had trust with, and he didn’t care about the person’s gender. Why didn’t it occur to her to do something like this before?
Either way, she had to know whatever Adolin wanted to do about it. And if Kaladin dared, that was the most unpredictable thing of all the issue.
Chapter 2: anticipationspren
Notes:
"Something in your eye, glitter in the sky
Rainbow star, I love my faith
Go into my future, open arms"Bladee - "RAIN3OW STAR (LOVE IS ALL)"
Chapter Text
It was deep into the night, and Adolin was in ecstasy.
Everything had gone marvelously well and he believed there wasn’t anything else he needed for his birthday. What better way to receive another year in your life than fighting duels and partying with the people he liked the most? Yes, he knew perfectly well that there were bigger problems around there waiting to bother his ecstasy. But it was his birthday, and thinking about those awful things wasn’t part of the plan. Even less when your drunkass head was starting to take you to the most pure bliss a human body could feel.
They were on the left side of the Breakaway Market, where thanks to the good will of people, he could use that space for the party. Therefore, the biggest party that could be done in that place was going on, without any national problem in between.
There was everything an average human being could ask for, good food, good drinks, and mostly, good people. Or at least what he considered to be good people, which he knew wasn't that reliable of a source, or that was what the people he loved the most told him. Still, nothing bad had happened and everybody was happy, there was nothing to worry about. The only tip of preoccupation, named Dalinar Kholin, had gone to his room a few hours ago, so for a while Adolin had been consuming himself in an excess of socialization and drink that would have probably made his father judge him in some way.
Little knew the blonde that that night he was going to do the most judgable thing in all his life, even when half of that action was protected in holy Vorin matrimony.
He swore he was a little bit drained, but not in a bad way, no kind of nausea or wish to be still was burdening him. Though, in reality, he was a little bit tired, he had fought with at least ten people, accepted a stupid amount of gifts and spending the whole day greeting people drained his brain a little bit, even if he was willing to be receptive. He was sure that, in a short time, he was going to look for Shallan to retire to their room to enjoy the marital loneliness, assuming everything that implied.
Adolin went aside from a group of Thaylens that seemed to want to retain him to talk about some merchant shit talk that he had nothing to contribute to. But it seemed that even drunkenness couldn’t make the marines stop talking about their passions, and reality was that if he could, he would be drilling the brain of half the market talking about all the poses he hadn’t adopted in the afternoon. Poor Kaladin, he had been the worst witness of that less than an hour ago, and the face he had done made Adolin sure that he didn’t want to see him again.
He stayed a few seconds looking at the sky, letting himself exist, getting distracted with what seemed to be the Sibling’s veins, seeing some small fickles of light. Even though he didn’t watch the sky, everything contributed to the immensity of the tower, which made him and a lot of people feel meaningless inside of that skeleton of antique proportions.
But there wasn’t much time to indulge in Urithiru’s spatiality, because immediately after, a red-haired girl he loved quite a lot, made herself present in his proximity. Normally he would have paid attention to her immediately, but since he was a bit passed out, his senses weren’t totally on his side.
He felt how Shallan put her hand on his shoulder, and the insistence of her grip was enough so he could look at her. She was beautiful, as always, but he noticed she was dealing with the tiredness of the day too.
“Are you okay?” she asked, laughing a little bit at Adolin’s expression “You seem to be lost.”/p>
“Yeah, I’m fine” he said, lowering his head a bit so he could be at her height, while embracing her with his left arm. “I was just looking at the sky.”
“There is no sky here” she looked at him, confused.
“Well… up” he tried to justify himself, realizing that what he said didn’t make much sense “You get me.”
“The tower has more than a hundred floors, any person that tried to understand what you’re saying would say you aren’t in optimal conditions to give a proper answer" she told him.
It took Adolin a while to process what she was saying, and she noticed that it was her responsive intelligence attacking again, and catching him in a completely idiotic mood, incapable of answering. Shallan blurting out all those words suddenly made her breath catch his nose. It smelled of wine.
“You’re drunk” was the only answer that Adolin could manage.
“And you are not?” she asked.
“But… the light. Why don’t you use it?”
“It’s your birthday, let me evade reality for a while” she mentioned while playing a bit with his hair.
“Don’t tell me you drank Horneater wine again…” he worried for a second.
“It was just one cup!” she exclaimed, feeling defensive “I didn’t drink anything stronger than blue the rest of the night, I swear!”
“Well, it’s fine…” he answered, not wanting to see her worn out again. “I’m worried because of the hangover. Though well… probably the same will happen to me.”
“I can cure you if you want.”
“Don’t! I’m better like this” he stopped her before she did anything sudden “I don't think I'm going to vomit, though I’m sure I don’t need to keep drinking. I don’t think my brain can take more stimulation.”
“No? Because I wanted to suggest something?”
There it was, the door to heaven he had been waiting for long hours, pure ecstasy, the interminable passion of carnal relationships with a beautiful red-haired girl. Blessed was Honor for sending this girl to his side.
“You want to go to our room? I was hoping you’d say that…”
“Yeah, that’s part of it. But there is something else.”
Something else? What could it be? She wanted to draw him posing naked again? Did she want to add herself on one of those nudist drawings? Or worse, Did she want to bring Radiant to the act? He wasn’t sure if she took control at those moments, according to Shallan she didn’t, but he wasn’t relaxed regarding that issue. Nevertheless, he remembered the most offensive proposal her wife had suggested to him these last days, in those current conversations about atypical sex practices. That made his fury wake up again.
“Don’t tell me it's that atrocity about using Shards to masturbate or put them in the ass? I already told you I don’t want to make Maya go through such mistreatment, my sword is for fighting not for stimulating! And I don’t wanna find out if Pattern or Testament are suffering because of that!” he exclaimed, feeling a little bit angry at remembering that suggestion.
“It is not that, stupid!” she complained, seeing he was saying degenerated stuff in public “Is another thing. Is that… about a third one” she said shyly.
Oh, so that was it. Well, it was a lot less outrageous than using shards as dildos, so Adolin didn’t want to keep treating his wife with indignation. Even though he wanted to accompany her in her curiosity towards human sexuality, there were some things that made him uncomfortable, mostly if people that weren’t them realized that, because of what something like a third person in a sexual act implied morally. He was thankful none of them took the religious dogma or the codes to heart, but looking for a third person implied them being: flexible enough to say yes to that, open minded, and also someone that both of them felt comfortable enough with. This wasn’t an easy task at all, considering the usual prude Shallan felt when exposing those situations. But Adolin noticed some kind of security in her proposal, despite the shyness in her voice. Had she found someone?
“Oh… that” was the only thing the boy could tell her.
“Would you like to do it tonight?” she asked him “If you don’t want it’s no problem, it’s just that it is your birthday and I thought you may like the idea of trying something new, but there is no need…”
“Who did you think of?” he said, so the girl could go straight to the point without rambling and feeling insecure. The reality was that he felt really interested in the answer.
“Is that a yes?” she said, surprised at that interruption.
“It depends on who that is. Tell me.”
She came close to his ear, and what she said came out with a whisper.
“Kaladin.”
On other occasions, the news would have felt like a highstorm, but this wasn’t the case. In fact, suddenly everything made a lot of sense. Who else was it gonna be? In fact, Adolin was surprised he hadn’t thought of that beforehand. Was there another person that both of them had a stupid level of closeness and felt completely comfortable with to a point in which rarely they felt shameful in his presence? Clearly not. Though Adolin had never done it with a man, but if the man in question was this piece of a man, why not?
“You think he’ll say yes? I don’t know how he handles that stuff” Adolin answered.
“Is that a yes?”
“Stop asking that and accept my affirmations!”
“They would be better affirmations if they were clearer and you’d say them slowly” she responded, complaining “I didn’t think… you’ll say yes that easily. Though well, you didn’t technically say yes, but your awful subtleties are easy to hear…” she interrupted herself, realizing she was being redundant without much purpose “Stormfather… It doesn’t matter, clearly the issue is to convince him. He is pretty innocent with that stuff and I don’t think he expects us to tell him something like this. But still he may agree."
“Why you say that?”
“I heard a rumor” she said, pretending to be more mysterious than she really was “that he’ll accomplish any favor you ask of him. And I mean any, with the whole scope of the word."
Adolin didn’t answer immediately, and was left thinking about what he was going to say. On one hand, he thought that could become coercitive easily, though he didn’t think Shallan was that deranged to force someone to have a sexual encounter with them. Nevertheless, considering the attitude the Windrunner had, the favor issue could be an important set off to make him willing to do so, since Adolin knew perfectly that Kaladin, while he acted tough and stiff, he also didn’t like to have the blonde’s disapproval. In addition, if their knowledge was correct, Kaladin wasn’t seeing anybody, and the three of them had commented several times about the huge drought Kaladin had in his love and sexual life. Wasn’t a good jolt gonna do him good? Maybe that would help him to be more sure when flirting with someone. Suddenly, Adolin only saw virtues for the Windrunner in that idea. Kaladin saw his sexual life suddenly reactivated, Shallan was more satisfied than usual, and Adolin would probably have the most placid dream of his life after whatever happened in the four walls of his rooms occurred. Thinking about all that, made him be sure about the course of action.
“Let me do this, I have all the capacity to convince him” he mentioned, acting firm and putting his arm so Shallan could accompany him in his search.
“Are you sure?” she asked him, accepting the gesture and clinging her arm to his.
“Completely sure, I swear on the oaths I never took because I'm no radiant” said Adolin happily.
Shallan laughed, and couldn’t keep herself from kissing him on the cheek. He blushed a bit, but he probably had his face pretty red because of the alcohol, so the blush wasn’t noticeable at all. They started roaming around the market, trying to look for Kal. There wasn’t any success in the first few minutes, because there were still lots of people and they didn’t seem to detect the Windrunner anywhere. Had he left? Adolin doubted it, Kaladin had told him he would stay as long as he could. Did the conversation they had before made him want to go to sleep? They had no idea, but when Adolin was starting to get disheartened, Shallan found him.
“He is there!” she said, pointing northeast.
Indeed, the guy was there sitting at a table with other two empty chairs, near what seemed to be an alcoholic beverage stand, while holding a half-drunk red-wine cup, and his face was a bit red. Weird seeing him with alcohol, but in that sense today seemed to be an exceptional night. Adolin manifested so that exceptionalism kept going on. Also, something more weird than seeing Kaladin drinking was happening, he was by himself. That was more impossible than Honor reviving! He marched towards the table with Shallan, trying to look more firm than usual.
“Don’t we look a bit ridiculous walking like this?” she asked.
“We always look ridiculous to him, no matter what we do. I’m sure the minute we come close he’ll throw a jab at us.”
“Not if you don’t let him.”
“Don’t try to make me the villain of the story here!”
“I’m not making you the villain. If not, I’m…”
“Shhh! He saw us already! Try to look sane!"
Normally that would have been enough to shut her up, but the use of the word “sane” directed towards the red-haired girl seemed to surpass any type of alcohol barrier existent in Shallan’s blood.
“Are you trying to be funny?” she asked with skepticism “Because that was actually…”
“He is looking at us! Shut up!”
She had no option but to obey her husband’s voice, because clearly, they were pretty close to Kaladin and he had decided to focus his attention on them. The couple arrived at the place and looked at the Windrunner’s face. Despite looking at them, he seemed lost, and a little bit out of it. Maybe allowing himself some alcohol in his veins had done more effect than usual, Adolin knew that Kaladin didn’t drink much. He prayed he wasn’t at risk of vomiting, because if that was the case, the plan would have gone to Damnation immediately. But nothing that a little bit of kindness of Alethi royalty couldn’t fix.
Though clearly before kindness could manifest, the bitterness of the Hearthstone soldier made itself present.
“What? Are you going to take me dancing? You know well I don’t like that. Or did you come here to explain to me for the zillionth time why I should have done the vinestance to win?” complained Kaladin, referencing Adolin and his last conversation with him.
“You’re always so nice” said Shallan with sarcasm.
“And you’re always so treacherous” Kaladin returned the sarcasm.
“Treachery is an…
“Don’t start arguing” Adolin interrupted them before all this went badly. He let Shallan’s grip go and proceeded to sit in front of the bridgeboy, as if he was offering him a deal to kill someone for lots of money, or something shadier. But Adolin at that moment wasn’t trying to worry about how he looked, he just wanted to convince him “We come to make you a proposal.”
“A proposal?” Kaladin asked, feeling a bit interested “What kind of proposal?”
“An indecent one” Shallan blurted out, putting her arms in the remaining free chair, without sitting there. Her declaration caught the two men completely off-guard.
“Shallan! That’s not helping!” Adolin complained after hearing his wife letting her tongue loose like that.
“Do you want me to lie to him? The only time I did it went awfully. I won’t do it again” she told him.
“She’s got a point” Kaladin said, knowing she was referencing the boots episode “Well, What kind of indecent proposal?”
“I want you to interpret this proposal as a favor towards myself. Considering it’s my birthday… and I’m trying to reach the hightest personal well-being possible in this process…” Adolin said, trying to be diplomatic in a very absurd way.
“Go to the point and tell me what in Damnation you want” Kaladin blurted out “I don’t need you being that formal with me."
Noticing that being diplomatic wasn’t working, Adolin noticed that he had to go straight to the point.
“I can’t tell it out loud, It’s a secret.”
“Oh, a state secret that will compromise the whole Kholin family” said Kaladin sarcastically “I wonder what it is” he continued saying while he moved his head so Adolin could move his mouth near his ear. The blonde boy put his mouth close, and dropped the bomb.
“Do you want to do a threesome with us?” Adolin whispered.
The blonde was hoping to be slapped, or that he inhaled Stormlight to stick him in the market’s roof, but that didn’t happen. He moved his features from Kaladin’s and he noticed how a poker face appeared in Kaladin’s facial expression. He thought he was going to dedicate his usual indignation to him, but after being silent for a few seconds, the Windrunner seemed to focus his attention on Shallan.
“Was that the ‘surprise’ you told me about this afternoon?”
“What surprise?” Adolin asked, not understanding what was happening.
“Oh… Vahtah, hi!!!” she exclaimed while blushed, so instead of answering the accusations of Kaladin, she went anywhere else that wasn’t the table in a matter of seconds. None of them saw Vahtah anywhere, but they didn’t pay much attention to the awful attempt at escape the girl had tried.
“What a way of avoiding her problems” Kaladin hissed “But it doesn’t matter” he mentioned, suddenly feeling shy and his voicetone went a few scales down “Are you talking about… Having sex with you?”
“Exactly” Adolin said, not fazed at all.
Kaladin stayed silent again, trying to look for comfort in the horizon so he could process what his friend was proposing.
“But… Aren’t you two married? I don’t think… it’s appropriate for me…”
“Consider it as a temporal entrance to holy matrimony. You don’t have to marry us, just accompany us in a manifestation of beautiful passions.”
That didn’t seem to convince Kaladin at all. Adolin armed himself with patience, realizing this may be harder than he thought. But he had managed to persuade Kaladin more than once, and this time, his confused-ass face wasn’t going to make him give up.
“Am I going to be married then? Because i'm not sure if I want to marry you two…”
“Forget the marriage thing” Adolin interrupted, trying to contain the laugh at Kaladin’s innocence towards the possibility of him being married to them. Shallan would have probably liked the idea just because of the possibility of providing some kind of avant-gardism to vorinist practices. But clearly he didn’t mention that, because Adolin himself didn’t want to think about it either, it was more complicated than he would have liked. “Think about it as an enhancement of the freedom flying gives you.”
Kaladin looked at him, more weirded out than before.
“Okay, I get it… somehow” he said, trying to grasp what Adolin meant. “But… Why me?”
“It’s not that hard to think about it, bridgeboy” Adolin mentioned, putting his hand on his left shoulder. “You’re pretty and attractive, we both love you a lot and we feel super comfortable by your side, and we realized this may be the answer to the drought you’re experiencing in your affective life. You’re gonna end up feeling better! I assure you!”
Kaladin looked at the boy’s arm, then to his eyes. Adolin noticed how he almost made the impulse of moving his hand there, but he suppressed that. The blonde boy admitted he would have liked that to happen, but they were in public. The world could not know about this things, and everything had to be reserved to the four walls of his room.
“But I’m… not that good at that, I mean, I haven’t done it that much. Wouldn’t I end up bothering you?” asked Kaladin, showing a spark of insecurity that his voice weirdly portrayed. “Also… I have no idea how you do it with three people.”
“Neither do us!” Adolin said, with a very stupid smile on his face.
Kaladin laughed for the first time since the beginning of their conversation.
“Well… that calms me a little bit” he said, smiling a bit “Are you asking me as a favor?” Kal asked him.
“If you want to see it like that, then yes” asked Adolin, feeling a little bit playful.
For the first time in all their talk, Kaladin found himself being completely calm. Adolin even was taking back the fact he had told him he was pretty, because despite his red colored cheeks, those eyes that seemed a little bit fallen and those basic clothes he had on, the guy looked extremely handsome.
“Well, fine” the Windrunner agreed.
“Yes!” exclaimed Adolin, feeling pretty satisfied with himself.
Kaladin laughed a bit at that.
“By the way. Where did your wife go?” asked Kaladin, feeling curious.
“I have no idea. Will you help me find her?” Adolin said, while standing up.
“Of course my dear highprince” said Kaladin sarcastically while raising his glass of wine as if it was a toast, and drank the wine he had left. They proceeded to walk in the market, to see if they could find the girl somewhere.
“Before we go, there is something I need to tell you" said Adolin, with a quiet voice.
“Whatever for you, mister highprince” Kaladin bothered him.
“Stop calling me that, it’s not sexy at all” Adolin cut him off and the fact he had said the word “sexy” made Kal feel prudish. He noticed how he came closer to him and talked to him in an even quieter tone “Don’t penetrate Shallan.”
Kaladin looked at him baffled, and completely confused.
“You didn’t ever came across as a possessive husband… what a surprise Kholin, especially after you offered me…” was the only thing that Kaladin could say to him. Adolin, noticing he wasn’t understanding what he wanted to say, interrupted him.
“It’s not because of being possessive, it’s because of security. You know” he said, still whispering at him “Imagine if…” he said, doing a gesture that wasn’t subtle at all, indicating the form of a pregnant belly “by you."
Kaladin’s face was completely caught in horror, as if he had just seen a vision of a future much worse than one in which every person he loved had died.
“Okay, understood” he said somberly.
“Relax” Adolin laughed after seeing that “nobody died.”
“What you said darkened all perspective in my future.”
“Don’t be dramatic, that won’t happen” said Adolin, trying to change the subject. Suddenly, he saw his wife walking with a few caravan people. He understood that Veil wasn’t there anymore, but it seemed those types of imprudent behavior didn’t disappear that easily.
They came near her and she saw them immediately. Both of them raised their thumbs, Adolin being very intense about it and Kaladin did it shyly. She said goodbye to the people she was talking to, and was lucky that they didn’t ask them about the “surprise” issue. She grabbed Adolin by the arm again, and they faced toward liberation and ecstasy, with an extra companion.
Chapter 3: hornyspren
Notes:
"Everything will wither and decay
But the energy will stay
Every day, early, late, every second even
Turn away for nothing, just in case
A sensation but it's strange
In a way everything is a secret even"Bladee - Noblest Strive
Chapter Text
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That was the only thought that could run around Kaladin’s mind after he accompanied the couple to the deep corners of the towers, knowing that he was about to do something that lots of people would call a heresy, and that it may change forever his perception of his friends.
Why had he said yes? Was this an unconscious way of getting away from the loneliness that always chased him before sleeping? How desperate was he for a little bit of action that he agreed to the first proposal that appeared? Was him so honorable that he had to commit to the favors Adolin asked of him in such a submissive way? He had no answer for all of that, he only knew he had agreed to whatever the couple had in mind, and the insecurity and uncertainty he felt in that moment was enormous.
He could feel how Syl came near and started talking to him while she took a form that looked like a windspren.
“Are you well? What are you going to do with Adolin and Shallan?”
“Intimate stuff, I think. Stuff that… people shouldn’t do. Nobody can know, except us three.”
“That sounds like something dangerous.”
“It is not dangerous… at least if you do it carefully” Kaladin mentioned, grateful that his knowledge on human anatomy helped his almost absolute ignorance on the areas of human sexuality “It’s hard to explain.”
“Are you going to make babies?” asked Syl innocently. Kaladin had to contain his laugh.
“No, or at least I hope I’m not going to do that. It’s similar, but not the same. I don’t really know how to explain it.”
“Don’t worry. The only thing that worries me is that I see you’re scared. Are you sure you’re well?”
“It 's that… what we’re going to do… I’m not that good at it. That’s it. But… I think they understand that, that’s why I keep walking” he sighed, reflexively.
“Oh, how pretty.”
He didn’t understand why Syl felt touched by of those statements, but she seemed to perceive things that he wasn’t capable of seeing at first sight, so maybe this was one of those occasions.
“Do you need space?” asked Syl, curiously.
“Yeah, I’d prefer it. I need privacy, the three of us need it” Kaladin told her
“Fine. How long do I have to leave?”
“Not sure. Two hours? I don’t think I’ll take that long."
“Well. I will go to the market again, there are some Horneaters that wanted to greet me and they seemed nice. Goodbye, good luck with trying to not make babies.”
“Thank you” was the only thing that the Alethi man could tell his spren while she left. He felt really grateful she understood, he normally wanted her close to him, but in those cases… he felt very exposed and Syl didn’t really understand what a sexual relationship was. Kaladin himself sometimes had trouble thinking about them, he even understood even less what a spren could interpret from it.
Though weirder was the fact that he was about to enter that terrain of human relationships and with those two specifically. He couldn’t deny they were pretty (maybe even too much for Kaladin’s standards) and he was sure that if it was anyone else proposing something like that, he would have sent them to the eye of the Everstorm. But… it was those two, he didn’t like the idea of having them in bad terms, less in that day. However, he couldn’t avoid feeling an incipient insecurity appearing in his body. Mostly, fright of being overwhelmed, those few occasions he had had sexual relationships had confused him quite a lot (specially because he hadn’t been with girls that were experienced in the issue, and in most cases, they expected him to take the lead. That, as baffling as it may sound to some people, was excruciatingly hard on him) and he was afraid the presence of those two wouldn’t serve to calm his inabilities. The only thing that was contributing to his calmness was that they hadn’t done a threesome before and mostly, that he knew that sexual activity helped sleeping, and any help to that was welcomed.
Suddenly, completely trapped in his thoughts, he bumped in both his friends, whom for some reason had stopped still. He could compose himself quickly, but that didn’t make things clear at all.
“This isn’t yet the moment you have to throw yourself on top of us” Shallan complained, not being subtle at all.
“Don’t say that. You’re gonna overwhelm him and his system will fail, and he needs to be in the best possible state to jump on top of us” Adolin added.
Kaladin wasn’t understanding if what they were doing was some kind of objectification of him or if they were just playing with his innocent little brain. The confusion in his face must have been notorious, because just after that, Shallan talked to her husband.
“You’re overwhelming him! Look at his face…
“Why did you suddenly stop?” Kaladin asked, trying to stop that conversation before he felt even more stupid.
“Because you have to wait here” Adolin told him.
“But aren’t I supposed to get in…?” Kaladin tried asking, feeling confused.
“It’s a protocole thing” Adolin added “We have to ask for water and they can’t see you entering with us. We also have to be sure there aren’t any servants nearby.”
“But, how long will that take?” Kaladin complained.
“Don’t know, a few minutes” Adolin smiled at him, and then, suddenly, he grabbed some of Kal's hair locks, and caressed them nicely “Don’t worry bridgeboy, we’re gonna do everything as fast as possible for you” he mentioned, with a tone that Kaladin had never heard from him.
Facing the possibility that these two were already imagining dirty stuff, Kaladin blushed a lot, and felt even shyer than before, he even felt submissive. He looked at Shallan, who was impassible, but also pretty red, looking straight at him. Something told him that she was thinking of drawing that scene. Kaladin wasn't sure if he wanted to see that.
“Fine…” he mentioned, obeying Adolin.
“Great! It won’t take long, bridgeboy” Adolin exclaimed, feeling pretty happy.
Both of them crossed an alley that seemed pretty long. Kaladin stood there, doing nothing, and noticed they didn’t tell him how he was going to understand he was allowed to enter their room. This debacle was making him feel very weird, and he even felt he was allowing practices in himself that only existed in privileged lighteyes, as his two friends were. He even thought that may be the best moment to leave, and to avoid any kind of awkwardness he could feel that night, the only thing that was left to do was to feel himself and his awful loneliness.
The moment he was thinking this was all a trap to fool him, he heard a voice, despite nobody being by his side.
“Go, it's the door at the end of the alley” Adolin said.
Kaladin jumped at that fact and was confused as to why Adolin wasn’t here but seemed to be talking. However, he noticed that he couldn’t be still trying to understand what was happening, because that was his sign. He armed himself with braveness and all the positive thoughts that he may have with himself, and he went towards the door at the end of the alley.
What he found when he opened the door almost made all his blood leave his body.
Adolin and Shallan, eating their mouths out, on top of what seemed to be their bed. There was just one lamp emitting Stormlight, and it seemed to be enough so he could see the silhouettes of both his friends. A few passionsprens were around the figures of the married couple. The girl was sitting on the boy’s crotch, and both of them were grabbing themselves very firmly. Kal wasn’t understanding why there was so much viscerality coming out of their bodies. Was that how sex was supposed to be? Uncontrollable passions that in case they weren’t goodly put, could ruin you? Kaladin couldn’t avoid feeling overwhelmed again, but before their worst thoughts pulled him out of that room, he was interrupted by a few of those carnal voices.
“Close the door!” Shallan exclaimed to him “They’ll hear outside!”
Kaladin obeyed, noticing he was probably being useless. Either way, it seemed the couple had noticed the bridgeboy was feeling uncomfortable.
“Are you going to stand there?” asked Adolin, doing a gesture so he could sit next to them.
Kaladin didn’t say anything and he obeyed. He was worried in case the submission was getting into his head. He looked at the married couple and couldn’t understand a thing about their expressions, they didn’t help his body to relax. Was this supposed to be the moment that his phallic member woke up from the dream it was constantly having? He didn’t know, and he was afraid that the couple was about to leave him there to play with their tongues, but surprisingly, Adolin put his hand in his neck, and started caressing him. His hand was big and comfy. Kal’s skin caught goosebumps at his touch, he even thought he had never experienced something like that. Part of the nerves he felt were disappearing.
“Relax, handsome” Adolin said. Kaladin would have lost himself in his eyes if it wasn’t because he noticed how the blonde’s hand was going up his nape. He also had perceived that despite that, Adolin hadn’t let go of Shallan. But before he could start processing what was happening, he noticed how Adolin came closer to his mouth, and whispered to him “Everything’s going to be alright.”
After feeling the air of his whispers impregnating his throat, the blonde boy kissed him. For a few seconds, Kaladin believed he had forgotten what to do when being kissed, but the warmth of his lips took away all the insecurities he had on himself. It was a weird feeling, he remembered doing it a few times, but those things seemed so afar that exchanging saliva with him was something new, somehow. He lost himself in his kisses and he felt the firmness of the duelist hand possessing his neck. He even felt contained, and thought the blonde was correct, everything was going to be alright.
Kaladin felt more confident after a few seconds in which he tried to explore Adolin’s mouth. He moved his left arm behind his chest, to get close to his body, despite their chests not being that close from one another. It was strange feeling the masculine firmness in that way, mostly contrasting such soft lips Adolin had, where Kaladin could have stayed for the rest of the night. He swore he could hear some sounds coming from Shallan’s mouth, but he had no idea what she was doing, she was probably bothering the blonde boy in a carnal way.
Adolin, nevertheless, got away from the guy’s mouth. He looked at Kal in the eyes with desire and then, he proceeded to kiss his cheek with a little bit of teeth, while moving his shirt and facing his mouth towards where his neck and his shoulder came together. Kaladin shook, trying to contain what he was facing. Still, when he got a better understanding of what had happened, he saw Shallan, who had stopped biting Adolin’s neck to stare intensely at Kal. He seemed to remember in that moment why he had gotten so confused by this girl a year back.
She got her face closer to his, and put one of her hands in his right cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked him
Kaladin smiled, he was feeling pretty stupid to laugh at the innocence of those words. The biting that someone else was doing on his neck didn’t help at all.
“Please do” Kal whispered, offering himself to her will.
Shallan joined her lips with his and Kaladin decided to let her do the job and obey whatever her mouth dictated. He felt something else in her lips, they were more reserved and contained, which calmed him more. He put his free hand in her waist to feel her figure and he came as close as he could with an Adolin in between, who was trapped between the two radiants. But that didn’t seem to bother him, he continued being completely focused in eating Kal’s neck and containing two corporal passions was something that was being pretty hard for Kaladin. However, now there was no doubt about it, his hormones had awakened from its lethargic dreams.
Shallan kept kissing him while she got close to him, surrounding the two men in the process. Kaladin felt even more contained than before and he didn’t understand why this had seemed like a bad idea before. This was so pretty and a lot better than staying by himself with his thoughts. If these were the passions that threatened the peace of Roshar so much, where was the damage they did?
Adolin suddenly went away from the Windrunner’s mouth, which caused him to move and, by default, Shallan did so too. She let go of Kal and clung to her husband, while he didn’t look away from the Windrunner’s glimpse. After that, Adolin looked at his wife and Kaladin, confused.
“Who told you to stop?” he asked with a tone that was a bit authoritative.
“You moved, so…” Kaladin doubted for a second, but Shallan didn’t allow him to finish because there she was again, absorbing all his saliva.
Kaladin was caught a bit off-guard by that approach, but he could adapt quickly. He contained Shallan’s fervors for a while (fervors that seemed to be channeled in biting the boy’s lips) till Adolin wanted to add his jaws to the deal. He was a little harsh in trying to enter, so Kaladin got a little bit confused towards that, and he swore Shallan was confused too. However, seeming none of them had dove deep in what they wanted to do, Kaladin understood this seemed to be a kiss of three. He tried to join his lips with the other two, and tried to understand the passions the two of them were manifesting with their mouths.
It was weird as Damnation, but nice at the same time. Kaladin had never felt that much saliva trying to impregnate his mouth, and even less that much tongue. He still noticed how it was hard to understand the movements he had to do with his tongue, mostly to keep at the rhythm that Shallan and Adolin had, who clearly didn’t seem to express awkwardness at what they did. Apparently, they had noticed out about his uncapability, because suddenly, both of them stopped. Kaladin was about to put on his confused face again, but Adolin stopped him before he could do so.
“Do you know how to kiss with tongue?” he asked.
“Um… not really” Kal said with prude.
Adolin came close to Kaladin again, and that gesture was again taking away any kind of sanity that the Windrunner could have, because this got to him, and a lot.
“Then I’ll teach you” Adolin whispered, so he ate his mouth again.
Clearly Kaladin had no idea that there was an art of kissing with tongue. Luckily the boy wasn’t harsh in the process of putting his tongue inside his jaws, he was nice. Kaladin found it a bit hard to follow his rhythm but the gentleness of Adolin’s mouth was so magnetic that he could not avoid accompanying him. Because of that, Adolin’s tongue spent more time calming Kaladin’s mouth and he couldn’t move that much. He allowed himself to be dominated, at least in this aspect, while he felt how Adolin made an effort to get off the clothes that covered his chest. He had no idea why just now, of all the moments, he had concentrated that much on the strength of his hands, because they were doing any kind of havoc in his lower body.
Kaladin didn’t allow himself to be completely controlled and he started doing the same with the boy, who, as always, had pretty weird and attention-grabbing clothes that Almighty knew how in Damnation had he put them on. He didn’t want to know about it, he just needed to see his body without clothes.
In the middle of understanding how the hell he got that off, he felt the palm of Shallan grabbing his hand. He thought this was simply a nice gesture, but it seemed the girl knew what he wanted to do, and she joined the task of getting the birthday boy bare-chested. When he was sure they were making some kind of progress, Adolin abandoned Kal’s mouth. He believed that he was going to complain about something, but he instead focused all his attention on Shallan. She let go of Kaladin’s hand, because she clearly noticed that his husband was trying to impose himself on her.
“What are you doing?” he asked, whispering at her with that intensity that the blonde seemed to have everytime he wanted to make passes at them.
“Taking your clothes off. I want to see your chest” Shallan answered, adopting a tone with similar intentions to the ones that the boy wanted to communicate.
“Who gave you the right to do so?” Adolin asked, while he moved away her hand and proceeded to stay finally bare chested, leaving his coat in whatever corner of the room “Are you trying to get my attention?”
“Maybe” she said, embracing his lower chest and trying to get closer to his body. He stopped her still at the place of her breasts, and Kaladin noticed immediately that wasn’t accidental.
“I won’t give you my attention unless you show me your tits” Adolin mentioned, getting closer to her neck while he embraced her at her waist with firmness. Kaladin observed how he licked her cheek and got near her ear, probably to whisper to her, but the Windrunner heard everything he said to her “I noticed what you’ve been doing in my neck, you nasty degenerate…”
“Um… sorry” Kaladin interrupted, not realizing how unfortunate he was being, but reality was that he couldn’t really understand what was happening “Why are you talking?”
He noticed how his question broke any kind of game the married couple was having. The looked at him with confused eyes, not moving much from the positions they had, and then they started laughing. Kaladin couldn’t avoid looking down on himself for ruining the vibe in that way, and he felt that the insecurities that had bothered him with they told him this sex proposal were coming back to him. Before he started being consumed with his negative thoughts, the couple spoke.
“That’s called dirty talk, brigeboy” Shallan bothered him.
“You didn’t know it?” asked Adolin, shocked.
“No, I think I did know it… but I didn’t imagine that people talked so much to have sex” confessed Kaladin with honesty.
“And how did you think passion worked?” Shallan questioned him “If nobody spoke it would be very boring and relationships would end immediately.”
“It would suck” Adolin added “Talking like this helps communication with your partner and helps understanding what you both want.”
“Well… don’t judge me because I didn’t know!” complained Kaladin, feeling underestimated.
“You aren’t making it...” Shallan started blurting, but Adolin put his hand in her mouth before she could say anything else.
“Shut up, you’ll overwhelm him again” Adolin complained and focused his whole attention on Kaladin. The Windrunner saw how the girl didn’t get mad at that gesture, she even started licking his husband’s hand. “Don’t worry bridgeboy, you don’t have to talk if you don’t feel comfortable. It’s just that if we do… well, look at it as the natural rhythm of things” he mentioned completely at peace, one which immediately broke when he realized that Shallan was trying to eat his fingers. She grabbed her with even more strength and he adopted that authoritarian attitude he only seemed to have when he wanted to fuck someone “Why are you sucking my hand you dirty degenerate? Are you that desperate for my attention?”
Kaladin saw how Shallan agreed with her head. He was surprised to see her being that willing to do what Adolin told her, but probably this was one of the lots of dynamics they had and that nobody else knew. Except him, from now on, because of some weird destiny.
“Yes love” was what the girl said to him, moaning completely “I need you.”
After that, Adolin impulsed himself and Shallan down, so they ended up lying down in the bed, despite the blonde boy being a little bit high up. He was at the left of the girl resting on his left arm and looking down at her, while she looked at him. Kaladin took off his shirt when he noticed that Adolin was about to start undressing Shallan. He got closer to both of them and was hypnotized by the sequence, seeing how both gazes were connecting in a way that he never felt any other human being do. Lots of passions, that Kaladin hoped were well focused.
Adolin came closer to the girl’s neck and told her things Kal couldn’t listen to. He noticed how they were getting the dress the girl had, and moments after she was left in her undergarments. The moment that Adolin started biting her neck and trying to get back at her for what she had done before, Kaladin felt a strange hormonal stimulus that he wasn’t sure that had manifested in past encounters. Or maybe he had forgotten what it was to have a half-naked girl close to him, because he suddenly seemed to understand where the viscerality that consumed Adolin came from.
“Pretty” Adolin whispered at her, while he got closer to her breast, and this time what came out of his mouth was audible enough so Kaladin could hear “You want attention you whiny bitch?”
Kaladin didn’t know how that thing of degrading your couple worked, but she seemed to like it so he clearly said nothing.
“Yes handsome” she whispered “I need your attention, I need to feel you both.”
That begging seemed to be enough so Adolin ended up deciding to take out one of her tits, and started groping it. Kaladin was left a bit stupid while watching the show, marveled at the idea that simply touching a breast could sink a person in a river full of passionate moans. However, Adolin suddenly looked at him and faced him with reproval, moving his eyes between her and Kal.
The Windrunner understood that he hadn’t got all the message, Shallan didn’t want her husband's attention only, he wanted it from both of them. Kal shyly got closer to the body of the girl, trying to imitate Adolin’s pose, insecure at the possibility of not understanding the art of caressing tits. He put his hand on her left tit, and it took him a while to surpass the fabric that covered her, something in his head wanted to make sure he wasn’t dissociating at the idea. He started groping it and he noticed the girl squirmed even more. Kaladin let himself flow by the idea, and impulsed by his most primal instincts, he came closer to her face. At the beginning she didn’t notice, but when she saw him, he couldn’t avoid smiling.
“You’re beautiful Shallan” Kaladin whispered to her.
“Thanks” she smiled at him. In that exact moment, Kaladin remembered why that smile had been one of the most beautiful things he had seen a while ago “You’re beautiful too.”
He blushed, people didn’t often tell him to his face he was pretty, if someone thought it, they tended to keep it. He kissed her again, and feeling her smile in his lips moved the fragile heart of Kaladin. After she corresponded, he tried to see if Adolin’s lesson had been useful. It seemed it had, because she also started playing with his tongue. Kal let himself be hypnotized by what she did to him, allowing her to dominate him a little bit, and viceversa.
The boy got away from her jaws and faced her neck, trying to appreciate other parts of her body. He felt how Adolin moved and took the place he had just left. Kal nurtured from the skin of the girl’s neck, disturbing the softness she possessed in her skin. He bit softly the union of her shoulder and neck, while he felt how his mouth absorbed the shiver his body caused to the red haired girl. He noticed that his figure was next to hers, and that included his member, manifesting next to her waist. He had another hunger impulse, and an idea crossed his brain, one that wasn’t innocent at all.
He put his mouth closer to the girl’s ear, impregnating all her neck with his liquids. When he arrived to her ear he couldn’t avoid himself to bite her lobe, and he again felt that receptive intensity she had been manifesting since both of the boys had started groping her. He got his mouth closer to her auditive channel, and started talking to her.
“Shallan, your body is beautiful” Kaladin whispered, not worrying at all if Adolin heard “You’re driving me crazy, touching you is amazing” he confessed.
The Windrunner bit her lobe again while he waited for her answer, since she seemed to stop doing another tongue twisting with Adolin, who dedicated his attention to the other side of the girl’s body.
“Kal, your hands are lovely” she answered “It feels so good being touched like this.”
“Can I suck your tits?” he asked her, trying to be as suggestive as possible in that moment of worldly seduction.
“Please” Shallan sighed.
Kaladin got away from her head to start diving deep in her breasts. But before he could do it, he felt how a hand was grabbing his hair with strength. He had to stop himself and he looked directly to the person guilty of that advance, it seemed the prince wanted his attention.
“What are you doing, bridgeboy?” he asked in a way that was a bit threatening.
“Your wife told me to suck her tits, mister duelist” he answered, trying not to be intimidated by the despotic and seductive Adolin. He was about to call him “highprince” again, but he remembered that Adolin told him he didn’t like it. He noticed how he put a malicious smile and it seemed as if his words were working. This made Kal feel a lot better.
“And who told you you could do it alone?”
“Nobody, I’m just trying…” was about to justify himself Kaladin saying something about Shallan’s well-being, but Adolin didn’t allow him, because he grabbed his nape and put his head down on the girl’s chest.
Kaladin was surprised at the brutality of Adolin and was afraid that he hit the girl’s breast and that he and Shallan ended up hurting, but it wasn’t like that. Despite that the hand of the blonde boy was left in his head for a little while, he could face the nipple correctly and started to lick it. Again, the softness of her skin contained him, and he let his tongue explore her chest. He even swore he could feel her heartbeat, and that got at him completely. He let his instincts be completely consumed on top of her, and he put his left hand near her long hair, which he started caressing. Big was his surprise when he felt the grip of her hand, this time a lot more intense, and she put his hand in her mouth, sucking and biting his fingers in the process. Kaladin didn’t stop stimulating her, but he was surprised by the apparent fetish she seemed to have with licking hands. He had to concentrate all his attention in his mouth, letting the saliva and Shallan’s breath impregnating his fingers.
Suddenly, he felt that somebody put his hand by his chin, and before he could notice, he was again looking at Adolin. He didn’t have a stiff face nor seemed to be about to give him an order, in fact, he smiled at him again. Kaladin returned the smile to that beautiful blonde, and started eating his mouth again, this time in between Shallan’s breasts.
He noticed how Adolin was salivating more than normal, to the point in which the saliva escaped his mouth, he had no idea if it was because he wanted to or was just very stimulated. The mouth of the girl in all this process didn’t leave Kaladin’s hand, and he was sure that if she kept at it he would have to cure himself with Stormlight, because he didn’t need to have wounds of her teeth in his hands. But now that wasn’t important, he just wanted these two to keep making him feel good, and more alive than ever.
Again, an external movement interrupted the tongue twisting. This time, however, it wasn’t directed at Kaladin, it was for Adolin. Also, the bridgeboy noticed that something was about to happen, because apparently the red-haired girl had gotten tired of eating his hand. He saw how the girl had gotten a little bit straighter and grabbed her husband’s chin, and the strength she was using intimidated Kaladin a bit. It seemed that sexual authoritarianism wasn’t something only of Adolin, because he suddenly felt how all the authority in the room went to the girl with that simple gesture. But since the blonde didn’t seem intimidated at all, he just smiled stupidly at her, as he always did.
“What’s the matter?” the boy asked, trying to be nice “Does it bother you that two sexy men are kissing on your tits? I swore you liked these things, you perverted freak” he provoqued her.
Kaladin thought that Shallan was about to break his jaw immediately, but it didn't happen that.
“I do like them. It’s not because of that I stopped you. It’s something else. I don’t know what you think about this...” she said, trying to be mysterious. Kaladin knew immediately that what she was going to tell him wasn’t something he wasn't going to like, because he noticed how she looked at him evilly. And when Shallan was planning something, he knew that he couldn’t expect anything good “but I think Kal has gotten too much freedom.”
Adolin stopped focusing his attention on the girl to look at Kaladin. The Windrunner didn’t know if to fly out there or raise his hands to defend himself for what was coming to him. Something told him that they were trying to get him into a submissive dynamic, and he didn’t know if he was prepared to be torn apart.
“Well, now that you say it…” Adolin mentioned, looking at Kaladin intensely “He has had a lot of free-will since he entered here. It seems we have to put him in his place. Don’t you think so?” he asked the girl.
“Yes, I think so” she answered and he noticed Shallan was trying to get out of her horizontal position, to sit down again.
Kal moved to give her freedom, sitting on the back of the bed. Nevertheless, the moment he did that, Adolin grabbed him by the jaw, the same way that Shallan had done with him. The Hearthstone boy didn’t know if he was stimulated by Adolin’s grip or scared by the idea of not having a mouth. He was about to copy Shallan’s strategy of licking fingers, but Adolin’s strength didn’t allow him.
“Where are you going bridgeboy?” he asked, noticing Kal had gotten a little bit far “Now you can’t go anywhere, it's my birthday and I want you to obey me. You’re gonna lay down and you’ll let us do the job. All the job. Understood?” Adolin said to him, with that awful tone that Kal couldn’t say no to.
Kaladin didn’t even dare to answer him with words, he just agreed. Adolin pushed him down, and Kal was left facing the roof. The Windrunner was hoping that the blonde boy went again to do thing to his face, but when he noticed he let Shallan pass so she could come closer to his chest, and that the blonde was completely focused in his crotch. Kaladin knew inmediately he was going to be fucked over.
He felt Adolin’s hand grabbing his lump, and in all the night, he felt this was the touch that most intensified his libido. He would have concentrated only on the fact he was being stripped and that they wanted to expose his virile member to the air, if it wasn’t that Shallan’s half-naked body was hiding most of his view. If that wasn’t much, she did the same jaw gripping that her husband had done to him recently. He knew he shouldn’t complain, but reality was that now, it was impossible.
“What obsession…” he tried saying while he resisted her hand “do your husband and you have with grabbing jaws like this?” he complained while he felt how a tongue was touching his glans. Storming blonde toungetwister.
“It makes us feel powerful” she said honestly, but without leaving any authority.
“You’re insane” he whispered while he tried to get Shallan’s hand away from his mouth. His attempt at getting free from her, however, failed completely, because the girl grabbed his hand with even more strength than she had in his jaw, pressing the hand against the bed, and getting it away from him. Kal was sure that if he wasn’t a person used to worse pains and with years of military training, this would have hurt a lot, because there was no way to squeeze his hand from that grip.
“Don’t you dare. Adolin told you we’re going to do all the job. If I see you moving I won’t have mercy” she complained, and before Kaladin could complain, she had gotten closer to his mouth. Then the girl dropped her grip a bit, but the boy was still oppressed. When she kissed him, he tried to do the impossible to not die of passion excess at being kissed in two of his corporeal holes at the same time. Storming Adolin was too focused on the process of felattio, and Kaladin was sure that nobody had done such an effort to stimulate his body.
The Windrunner, disobeying the orders he had been given, tried again to put Shallan’s hand away from his jaw with his free hand, and we could say he was successful this time. At the cost of having his free hand immobilized. Kaladin at that moment, felt extirpated of his freedom. But this time it wasn’t any type of degrading agony, it was a degrading adoration that made him feel that, just because of this situation possibly forbidden by all the gods venerated by all of rosharans, life was worth living.
Between the stimuli that he got from Adolin because of the crotch licking, and Shallan biting his mouth, and then his neck while she tried to contain her moans (why she moaned he had no idea, Kaladin was sure that her husband was bothering her in some inappropriate way), Kal made his best effort to surrender to ecstasy, corporally and mentally. But when he was about to abandon himself corporally, and stopping his submission to the enchantments of both of them, the blonde boy got his mouth away from his gland. Kaladin shook a little bit at the surprise that was made in him, and because of that, Shallan got his mouth out of where it was, and she looked at Adolin.
“Go to Damnation” Kaladin complained, almost without breath.
“I wasn’t going to let you cum now, bridgeboy” Adolin declared, who got a little bit farther away from both of them, probably to look for water. In this process, Shallan let go of his hands and caressed Kaladin’s hair a little bit. That helped him calm down after the corporal contrast that he was trying to process. He looked at her, searching for some love in her after being treated so violently, but he noticed her attention was completely focused on her husband.
Adolin had stopped ingesting liquid and was getting completely naked, and Kal saw how his feral gaze posed on the red-haired girl. He was afraid for her freedom for a while, but when he remembered the jaw thing, and the hand submissions, he understood perfectly what Adolin wanted to do. He came closer to his bed without his eyes leaving Shallan, and before Kal could process it, Adolin was on top of the girl, completely unhinged.
“You think you can provoke me that way and get away with it, you freak?” he hissed to his wife. Kaladin didn’t understand why he was saying that, but he didn’t need to either, clearly it was time for the girl to suffer. And this time, Kal was more than willing to contribute to the cause.
“You think I’m that innocent? I wanted your attention again, stupid” she answered, half submitting to her husband’s authority, half trying not to be allowed to be completely dominated by him.
“You’re a needy bitch” he mentioned, grabbing her ribs. Kaladin didn’t understand why, but it seemed that advance made the girl adopt another of those sexual expressions that seemed to shout so she could please cum. He had been told something about women's libido and how it worked differently than men's, so maybe this was evidence of that “I have plenty of saliva and I will punish you with that.”
“With whose authority?” she questioned him. Kaladin was really surprised that she dared question Adolin in that instance, he surely wouldn’t have dared. But he noted that, maybe that would be useful later.
The blonde one, seeing his authority was being questioned, grabbed her tits and pounded his nails in them. The Windrunner couldn’t avoid thinking that may hurt a lot, but Shallan, instead of shouting at the pain, just moaned, exasperated.
“The one of the birthday boy, idiot. I’ll suck you all down there and don’t let me find out that you’re trying to crush me with your legs, if that happens you’ll suffer more than ever in your life. And you know I don’t lie with this stuff.” Adolin threatened her, and put his mouth to bite her lips and avoid any kind of answer coming from the girl. There was something in the fact that Shallan was being degraded, that woke Kaladin from the corporal stupidity both of them had put him on. Suddenly, he somehow wanted to get into the game.
Adolin got away from the girl’s face and started removing the clothes she had left. Not long after, he put his head closer to the girl’s vagina. Kal, having free way to face her, came close to her, wanting to cause her more havoc than the one she was probably already suffering. A malicious smile took over, and he really liked how the roles were inverted.
“Hi” he said, putting his hand on her cheek, trying to falsely behave nice.
“What do you want?” she asked between moans.
“That you pay for what you did to me, you vicious girl ” Kal answered, using his other hand to grab her right wrist “I could break this if I wanted to, but I’m too good for doing something like that.”
“And what is your revenge going to be, bridgeboy?” she asked, trying to be clear between her debacle of vaginal stimulation.
He moved the hand he had in her cheek to return the jaw grip that he had suffered so much this night. Blessed Honor, how beautiful it was paying her people with a taste of their own medicine. And talking about their own medicine, this wasn’t his only ace to make her pay, he had another one. He put the hand he was grabbing in his mouth, and started sucking her fingers with passion, remembering what she had done with him minutes ago. Kaladin did the impossible to get closer to her ear, without stopping the impregnation of her fingers. He was surprised that she didn’t make any effort with the hand that was left free, she simply submitted to whatever these two boys were going to do to her. When he knew he was close to her ear again, he employed his best try in what they called “dirty talk”.
“This is my revenge, stupid redhead” he said, trying to do the impossible to imitate that authoritarianism that these two did so naturally. He noticed how she looked at him, and she was completely gone. Kaladin felt really satisfied by that fact “I won’t do anything else till I find out that your husband made you cum, because you have such a vicious face that there is no way you won’t cum soon. And if I have to torture you so you reach that, I’ll do it.”
“You lied to me, you aren’t good” she said “You’re… terribly evil.”
“As if you don’t like me being like this” was the last thing Kaladin told her before biting her hand with lots of strength. The moment he did that, a very intense moan came from her mouth, and Kal swore he felt a very strange movement coming from her body while he did the impossible to hurt her hand. He stopped gripping her jaw and was left with his teeth impregnated in her hand, while he felt how her hand stopped being tense. He kept sucking for a while and he separated his teeth from his skin a few seconds after, where she put out her hand from there immediately.
Kaladin observed the scenery again, and saw a very different Adolin from the one that had submitted Shallan. He was eating her cheek with kisses, and they weren’t precisely intense kisses, only lots of pecks. The blonde boy put his left hand on her cheek and kept kissing her, while she smiled towards his care.
“I love you, beautiful” he said, completely afar from his authoritarian and feral self “There is nothing more amazing than seeing you like this.”
“I love you Adolin” she said, returning her love with ultra short kisses in his mouth. Kaladin for the first time the night felt that feeling of heavy abstraction, which he sometimes felt when he was with those two. Lots of love, lots of caring and too much cornyness. He did his best to not be annoying, but it was pretty hard to not feel external. Though reality was that as much as he loved them (and desired them, somehow) he wasn’t capable of using the verb “love” with them. He himself rarely used it in his life, so doing it with two married people was weird for him.
He saw for a little while how they kept hugging and smiling at each other. He was about to intervene in some way that wasn’t opportunistic at all, but Adolin prohibited him from committing the same mistake, because apparently his libido had woken up again.
“Love. Can I fuck you?” he asked with a mixture of desire and love that Kaladin thought pretty pure “I wanted to do it for hours, I can’t…”
“Yeah, of course you can, handsome” she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
Kal saw how they were moving to the border of the bed, and not knowing well what he did in all this, he had to come with his inoportunistic words.
“Um. What do I do if…?”
“You grope me” Shallan cut him short, lying down with her lower parts looking at the blonde boy, while Adolin stood near the border of the bed, his genitals facing Shallan’s ones “or you kiss my body, or do whatever else you already did to me. It helps a lot” she smiled at him.
“Or do you want me to fuck you to?” Adolin asked him.
Kaladin was impacted by that possibility, so much that he blushed a bit, and at the first glimpse his brain had of the situation, he decided to get his thoughts out of his head.
“I don’t know… if I’m ready for something like that” he confessed.
“Better, though I proposed it, I don’t have the energy to fuck two people in the same day” Adolin mentioned honestly “Love, I’m going to enter.”
Shallan raised her thumb to her husband. Not long after, the blonde guy started penetrating her. Kaladin didn’t know how to feel while watching that, but he realized it was better to do what he had been doing not long ago. He came closer to Shallan again, lying by her side. He started caressing her body nicely, a body which was moving slowly at Adolin’s pace, who was reserving his energies in the act.
“Hi pretty”
“Are you going to torture me again?” she asked him with a hostile tone.
“No, I’m coming to give you love” Kal answered, trying to be the most caring he could “I want you to be well, you deserve it” he said and proceeded to kiss her in the cheek, a kiss charged with a gentle passion, trying not to bring his feral self again “Tell me pretty, What do you want me to do?”
She attracted Kaladin’s face to hers and kissed him. She wasn’t harsh at all and Kaladin liked that a lot. He also needed his gentleness to be corresponded somehow.
“I already told you” she mentioned, getting away from the kiss but having her lips close to Kaladin’s mouth “touch me, or lick me, whatever you like more.”
“Your wish is my command” Kaladin smiled at her to then give her a short peck before going to do whatever else to her body.
The boy put his right hand on top of her left breast. He was praying again that the art of groping tits was going well, while his libido was consumed by the grip in her chest. Seeing she had one breast free, Kal got his mouth closer to her nipple, first being gentle with her lick, doing something that seemed to be a mixture between kissing and sucking. But when he noticed that the acceleration of the task of penetration that Adolin was doing, and the body of the girl squirming at that, the feral aspect of the situation infected Kaladin too.
He remembered what Adolin had done to the girl’s tits a while ago, and imitated that, pining his nails in her chest. He felt immediately that it was destroying the girl’s psyche, and that left Kal feeling even more stupid. However, not stupid enough for doing nothing, because he proceeded to bite her nipple while he sucked it intensely. He was sure that the girl was saying something between all the ecstasy, but he didn’t understand it.
When he got tired of groping her tits, Kaladin remembered one of the few things of sexual anatomy he knew of. He got his face out of her chest for a few seconds, and lowered his long arm towards her genitals, doing whatever possible to not interfere with what Adolin was doing. He put two of his fingers in the top part of her vagina, and when he knew that he had found the clit, he started caressing her there, trying to adapt his curtness to Adolin’s pace. He paid attention to the breath of both of them, and he was sure this was one of the purest rhythms he had heard coming out of them since he knew them both. He looked at Shallan’s face, and she was gone again, and he knew that there wasn’t anything more beautiful than that.
“Kal…” she sighed, trying to keep her composure, but managing to smile “you’re insane.”
“Insane for you, pretty” he answered, returning his smile.
He focused the rest of his energy in stimulating the sexual organ of the girl. Kal was sure that he had never used his hand to something like that, but this didn’t bother him. All the contrary, this made him get desperate in such a feral way that it was being pretty hard to contain himself. Between her vagina’s touch, her body, the movement that Adolin was doing next to his hand, and the sounds the two of them emitted in the process, Kaladin was losing his mind. But not like he used to lose it, this didn’t imply any disgrace nor any horrible suffering. This was the best loss of sanity that a human being could experience.
He swore he perceived how Shallan freed all the passions she had contained again, and that left him incredibly happy. However, when he removed the hand of the genitals of the girl, he saw how Adolin kept pushing his dick inside her body. Noticing that his libido wasn’t matching Shallan’s, Kaladin observed the only lamp with Stormlight in the room, and had an epiphany while he remembered what Adolin had done when Kal was about to cum in all his mouth.
He got as fast as he could to the Stormlight source, and he inhaled part of the Stormlight that was contained here. He saw Shallan out of the corner of his eye, and he observed she was surprised by anything he was about to do. Kaladin stood up and ended up in the air, flying towards the blonde’s back. He noticed how that caught him completely off guard, but Kal didn’t let him react. He hooked himself to his body with his arms and legs, surrounding him by the chest and the waist, and he pushed himself and Adolin to the back, getting the blonde off his sexual advance and stopping before they crashed into the wall.
“What are you doing you sick…?” started to complain to Adolin, but Kal covered his mouth and didn’t allow him to end it.
“Shhh, don’t talk” he whispered “You didn’t let me cum, now I don’t let you cum. Also, you’ve been a damned authoritarian since I entered here, and I'm tired of it. I think it’s time you submit a bit, mister duelist” he ended up telling him while he bit his neck and grabbed his jaw like these two seemed to love doing, without taking any care, wanting to submit Adolin to his will.
“You… don’t talk bad at all…” the blonde whispered, trying to process all that Kaladin was doing, and failing miserably.
“I learned from the best” the Windrunner answered while he stopped using Stormlight and proceeded to assure his balance in the floor, without letting the blonde go at all. Kal moved a bit at the right of the boy and shook him so he could face him.
Before he could do his magic, he came closer to the boy’s ear, while he put his hand on his member, pretending to hit the shit out of him without much hesitation.
“Happy birthday Adolin” he told him to the ear. He noticed how the blonde boy got the chills because of the situation, and that’s how Kaladin perceived the signal that it was time to start destroying this pretty faced authoritarian.
He kept going down his chest slowly, kissing him and biting him, trying to absorb the meat of the blonde in the process, without having much worry for his well-being. Once he had his member in front of his mouth, he started returning what he had done a few minutes back.
It wasn’t an especially prominent member, but Kaladin didn’t mind that at all, he just wanted to feel it. His tongue got through his glans and his scrotum, while he put one of his hands in the part of his dick that wasn’t being sucked, pretending to masturbate and do him a fellatio at the same time. It was so beautiful to abstract himself in the body and the moans of the boy, who despite it all, was very pure, as everything in him. Kaladin swore he felt the presence of Shallan getting closer to the boy and he swore he heard some uninteligible sounds coming from Adolin’s mouth. She was probably provoking him again. If the blonde suffered, the better, since in Kaladin’s opinion, it was what he deserved.
He only focused on stimulating him, accelerating the pace of his movements more. Feeling the member of Adolin getting progressively hard in his mouth while he expelled his liquids was destroying Kaladin’s brain. Never in his life had he done a fellatio like this, but he noticed that for this handsome blonde, he was capable of doing anything.
Not long after, he felt Adolin cum in his mouth, filling it with his waters. Kaladin knew perfectly what was happening and he felt very satisfied seeing he had a stimulation capacity he thought he didn’t have. He swallowed a bit of his semen, but suddenly another nefarious idea crossed his mind, so he saved part of the liquid of the boy in his mouth while he went off Adolin’s crotch.
He stood up and noticed that Shallan was behind the blonde boy, biting Adolin’s neck and embracing him with her arms. Kal got close to her and moved her face so Shallan could focus her attention on him. She let go of the blonde one and let himself be kissed by Kaladin completely, who invaded her mouth with the semen of her husband. He noticed she was surprised by that, but luckily, she kept at it. Feeling her tongue was now turning addictive for Kaladin. However, before he could return the bites that she had propinated on him that night, a third party interrupted them.
“Wow” blurted Adolin while he looked at that squandering of hornyness.
That exclamation that showed so clearly what was happening to Adolin, interrupted the kiss completely and made the two involved start laughing.
“What are you laughing at, you degenerate freaks?” the blonde asked them, not very happy at the idea that he was being bothered without him knowing.
“At how stupid you sound” Shallan responded.
“Well sorry, mister radiants, for not being as smart as you too” he complained “Can’t I appreciate the beauty of my two favorite people being happy?”
That comment made Kal blush a lot and made the prude come back to his body. He was moved on one hand, they didn’t tell him those things to his face, on the other hand he felt stupid because he had no idea how to react to that praise. Even less if they came from someone like Adolin, as much as he used to be extra nice with people, the appreciation that Kal had towards the blonde boy was making lots of havoc in his head.
“You broke him” Shallan added, touching his shoulder with a finger, a thing that Kaladin didn’t react to, he was simply left looking out at nothing.
“It seems that we didn’t break him enough” the blonde blurted out, and Kaladin looked at him with surprise, knowing that he wasn’t gonna have a good time again “He's the only one of us that hasn’t cum.”
“True” Shallan mentioned, agreeing with him “and I have an idea for that.”
Kaladin was hoping she said that out loud, but she came closer to her husband’s ear and didn’t hear a thing. Damnation, he was sure that what came from it wasn’t gonna be nice. He knew that he was going to be abused and he was probably going to be snatched of his freedom again, but he wanted them to do so, he even urged them to feel that way.
When Shallan got away from Adolin’s mouth, his face lit up.
“What a great idea. You’re so smart” he praised her while he hugged her intensely and kissed her cheek with lots of love. Kaladin was about to start getting into alien mode, but they didn’t allow him, because immediately after the hug he noticed how Adolin looked at him and his face changed completely.
His frights were confirmed when Adolin returned to him all the violence in which Kal had faced him when he almost smashed him against the wall. Before he could notice, he was lying with his back to his bed again, accepting his submissive position.
The familiarity of the scene was immediate for the guy, but the fact that he didn’t have his hands gripped wasn’t familiar. He saw how the couple stood to his right and they didn’t seem to want to be apart from each other. Kal didn’t at all understand the corporal language that these two seemed to be managing, he even thought that it could be a language that only married people understood. The corporal sign that he did understand, however, was one of two hands trying to grab simultaneously the virile member. Kaladin in that moment, swore he was about to abstract himself from the Physical realm.
He stopped thinking, for the first time in a while. His only main focus was in the love he was receiving from the two hands that were dominating him. And despite the intensity he was receiving of what they were doing, he thought that had been the first time that being submitted towards an authority had generated him any satisfaction. He even though his body never in his life had experienced such a violent display of love. Was this what some people described as ecstasy? He wasn’t that sure, but when he expelled his passions outside, he believed his soul was about to get out of his body, while he observed how his meat kept behaving, completely guided by pleasure.
He felt completely drained, but for the first time in his life, that drain didn’t make him want to die. He smiled, not mattering about how stupid he must look, while he closed his eyes in an attempt to process the intensity that his body was trying to recover from. Maybe he could have swallowed Stormlight to feel better, but he didn’t want to, countering his climax wouldn't probably remove anything he had just felt.
When he finally could perceive his environment, he asked himself what on Damnation had happened with his semen, since he hadn’t heard any notorious impact. It seemed that Adolin had managed to grab Kaladin’s carnal liquids, because Kal could see how the girl was licking the boy’s hand to then get into his mouth and feed him. Seeing that, Kal thought that despite trying to imitate what they did during sex for a good portion of the night, now it seemed these two managed to learn a new trick from the Windrunner. He felt a little bit prideful at that, mostly considering he was very dry in sex activity. However, he didn’t want them to know that, he just wanted to bother them.
“Then I’m the degenerate” Kal whispered.
They ignored him for a few seconds and continued staining their tongues, but then they stopped and decided to give him the attention he was demanding.
“Don’t you start acting moralistic” Shallan answered “the three of us here are equally guilty of degeneration,”
“Yeah bridgeboy, you aren’t as clean as you thought you were” Adolin added.
Kal normally would have responded, but reality was that fatigue had gotten to him. He felt collapsed and didn’t make any effort to move nor felt anything outside of himself, trying to get what had happened. It was one of the most beautiful things he had experienced with people, but knowing about the real dimension of the situation, he knew that he had to be discreet with this, at risk of being branded as a degenerate, a homebreaker, or worse, a heretic. Though well, the other two weren’t exempt from that, but if this came to light, he had it worse. That exasperated him a little bit and made his honesty go out without much filter.
“Blessed Stormfather” he whispered, putting his hands in his eyes, trying to hide his shame a little bit “why did I let myself be tricked by lighteyes for their weird practices.”
“As if darkeyes were the purest people on the planet” Shallan complained “I’m sure they do the same.”
“With what proof?” asked Kal, taking his hands from his face and looking at the couple.
“None conclusive” she said without much guilt “but I’m pretty sure they don’t understand sex differently. At least they must be less prudish than you.”
“You shut up, you were red as a tomato when you were drawing us” answered Kaladin, trying to expose her.
“How is it that I didn't see that?” Adolin added.
“You were too busy playing your duelist role” Kaladin told him “Though maybe if you had been there I would have realized what this crazy girl was planning when she came with the 'surprise'.”
“Did you make passes at him knowing that anyone could hear you?” Adolin asked his wife.
“No!” Shallan tried to excuse herself “I wasn’t that obvious! It’s just… the idea crossed my head and then I told you. You said yes after! Don’t blame it all on me!”
“Again trying to avoid being guilty” Kaladin mentioned, bothering her “you are so predictable.”
Shallan tried to hit Kaladin but he dodged that. He only smiled at her stupidly and she raised her middle finger. Another day of their stupid bantering, nothing more than Kaladin could ask for.
Not long after, he felt the body of the two of them getting close to him. He adjusted himself facing them, being embraced by both their arms and hiding his face in the top part of Shallan’s hair, while Adolin caressed Kal’s hair with his free hand. He was still trying to process everything they had done to him that night, he had been pushed more than once and they had made him feel extasied. Now, they only expressed care, that corny niceness that Kal was usually repulsed by, but now he couldn’t do anything but accept it. He was relaxed and he was in good company. He couldn’t ask anything more after that.
“You were really good, bridge boy” Adolin told him nicely.
“Thanks Adolin” Kaladin smiled while he looked at him.
“Thanks to you, for being with me in my birthday”
Kaladin felt his heart soft towards the situation, and noticed he could not answer and could relax with the fact that he had both of them close. Maybe there wasn’t anything better in life than being by the side of people who appreciated you, in all the sense of your existence. Maybe, this kind of extasied freedom wasn’t that far from the freedom he had when plowing through the sky. Maybe this was another kind of sky, who knows, a sky hidden from everyone, but present, in the deeper corners of our minds.
Kal was so enchanted by everything that he almost let himself be taken by their love, staying there. However, he noticed how the fatigue was really straining him, and if he did nothing, he was going to end up sleeping there. His jobs as a radiant, and his integrity as a public figure made him wake up from his carnal dream, and he knew it was time to face his room.
“Well guys, it’s been great” he mentioned while he separated from the couple’s bodies and went towards the border of the bed, to start looking for his clothes “but I have to leave. I’m about to fall asleep.”
“Don’t you want to sleep here?” asked Adolin, baffled towards the idea of Kaladin leaving.
“Didn’t you tell me that I couldn’t be seen here? If the servants see me going out tomorrow morning it’s going to be very suspicious” said the Windrunner while he dressed up “And I won’t stay here so someone knocks on your door and I have to run away by the window as a teenager, I don’t have the energy to do that.”
That seemed to be funny for the couple. Kaladin didn’t look at it that way, that situation would have been pretty shameful, but he was happy they weren’t looking at him badly because of his unwillingness to stay
“He’s got a point” Shallan added, and then talked to her husband “stop depriving him of his free will, love.”
“Look who’s talking” had to say Kaladin, who couldn’t pass the irony on that phrase.
“You like torturing defenseless women, so you can’t speak of free will either” the red haired girl responded.
Kaladin would have kept at it on another occasion (and if it was any other person who said that, he would have done his biggest effort in denying it) but the reality was that he was worn out. He had to go to his room before he fainted.
“Well, it’s been a pleasure” Kal mentioned, facing the door “see you tomorrow, if I pass you by…”
“Won’t you kiss us goodnight bridge boy?” added Adolin before he started leaving.
Kaladin hissed, but the blonde one was right, he was leaving in a pretty surly way, and something he did understood about human relationships was that he couldn’t disdain the people you just fucked with without being seen as an asshole.
He came closer to the bed and he inclined himself to kiss them. He first gave Shallan a short kiss, then Adolin. He didn’t waste too much time in the business, on other occasions he would have felt prudish as hell, but after that night, this was nothing. Just a caring gesture to the people who had sheltered him.
“Bye” said Kaladin “Sleep well.”
“Bye, we love you” Adolin added and Kal felt his heart skip a beat towards that comment.
“You too sleep well” said Shallan, waving at him with her hand.
He responded to the waving and left the room. He closed the door, evaluated that nobody was here and he started going to his quarters. Suddenly the most he plowed in the empty corners or Urithiru, the idea of sleeping next to two warm bodies seemed very attractive. The tower was pretty empty, since it was long in the early hours. In the middle of his return, Syl appeared, in the shape of a young woman. She had come looking for him.
“How are you?”
“Worn out” sighed Kaladin “but probably happier than ever.”
“I’m glad to hear that” the spren declared. "There was a moment in which I was going to look for you… but I remembered about the privacy thing, and I contained myself. It’s that... for a second, I got preoccupied”.
“What happened?”
“I felt something very intense coming from you. I… don’t know how to describe it, I even thought you were in danger, but something in me told me it was the contrary, that you were being protected and loved a lot. That’s why I didn’t go.”
“You did well… because it was like it” Kaladin felt happy “It must have been the moment in which…” he stopped suddenly realizing what he was about to tell her “Doesn’t matter, it’s very hard to explain.”
“What thing?”
“Something, about intimacy, about humans. Something that spren don’t do” Kaladin declared “You may understand it someday, I think” he ended up telling her after he finally arrived at his room. He concentrated on removing any type of garment that was bothering him and he threw himself into the bed “It doesn’t matter, it’s just… that it was beautiful.”
After saying that, Kaladin fell in the deepest and calmest slumber he had felt in years.
Chapter 4: reflextionspren
Notes:
"Talk to my heart inside
Walk with me to the moon"
Yabujin - Chalice of mind
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Despite waking up later than usual, and feeling a bit stupid in his mind, the next morning was pretty normal for Kaladin. He had to work helping his patients in therapy and other issues in which he was focusing his energies now. Kal did the impossible to be relaxed while his mildly hungover brain tried to annoy his cognition, and his fatigue weighed on him. Even though he had healed himself with Stormlight to take away any kind of scar that could tell what had happened last night, he still felt the corporal tiredness that bothered him since he came out of the married couple’s room. He didn’t sleep much, because he had stuff to do, and also, the settings of his brain lately didn’t allow him to oversleep, even though he was sleeping a little bit more than a few months back.
He felt a weird sensation all morning, it was as if his body and his motor reactions were completely configured to do his job, but his brain and his neurons were very far into the borders of the cosmere. Kal felt emotionally cold, and some of his patients told him that. Considering he had to interact a lot with them to help them get better, it wasn’t a surprise that they noticed that (they were much more perceptive than what most people thought). The issue was that Kal didn’t felt like talking about the thing that had him feeling like that. Distant of feeling, distant of any want to show love, it was as if his soul had had enough worship for a night, and now it couldn’t receive more. It may even be his way of processing love, though he wasn’t sure this had happened with his past girlfriends. Even though, well… in those cases that amount of sexual debauchery or excessive love didn’t happen, by neither of both parties. That same thing had Kaladin a bit ashamed, and even regretting what he had done. Not because of religious dogma, only thinking about everything that happened the previous night made him feel prudish. How was he going to keep this secret from now on? Did someone aside from the ones involved knew this? Could he trust that Shallan and Adolin didn’t say a thing? He had no answer to those questions and that bothered him.
Anyways, he didn’t make anyone beside him notice that bother that made him feel like a teenager again. He was being the bitter but emphatetic Kaladin of everyday, or that’s what he thought. Syl noticed he was a bit weird, but didn’t ask much, and the Windrunner suspected that she did not know what to say to him after what had happened last night. Better for him, somehow, he felt completely incapable of explaining what had happened clearly to her, without feeling exposed and ashamed at the same time.
Eventually his lunch break came. He got some food quickly and he went to his office to sit and eat. He normally didn’t have lunch alone, but reality was that he didn’t have much social battery that day. It seemed that, like the willingness to feel something about people, duels and parties also drained his energies to share sociability with humans. However, it wouldn’t take him long to realize he wasn’t gonna spend his break alone.
He heard how the door of the office was knocked. Kal didn’t like being interrupted in hours that weren’t workable, but he wasn’t going to act like a miserable moody person.
“Who’s there?” Kaladin asked, without focusing on anything else that wasn’t his food.
“Shallan” she answered.
The Windrunner had no idea what she was doing there, but he knew that throwing her out wasn’t the best option. He wondered for a second if his parents had seen her enter, but he didn’t want to dive too deep into that.
“Come in” Kal ended up saying, knowing that her company probably wouldn’t be bad for him on such a lonely day.
The girl proceeded to enter, opening and closing the door herself. For Kaladin’s appreciations, she had her hair red, so he assumed no other personality had taken control. So in the case she was having psychological consequences after the night of debauchery, he didn’t notice at all. Kal however, knew that she was especially good at hiding her inner suffering, so he allowed himself to suspect. His suspect was such that he couldn’t avoid himself saying something that, in case someone else was in the room or in the adjacent perimeter, he wouldn’t have said it in a million years.
“What’s the matter? Did you come so I could check if your vagina got infected after what happened last night?” Kaladin joked with a completely stoic and uninterested tone.
He saw Shallan and he noticed that her face was again doing too much effort to fuse with the color of her hair.
“Don’t say that out loud!” she complained, trying to hide the shame her face felt, a thing that was useless because immediately two shamespren appeared by her side. Who would have thought this was the same girl that had deprived him of his free-will by eating his hand “Stormfather, you’re insufferable.”
Kaladin saw that after saying that, something seemed to have broken in her system, because she turned around and put one of her arms in the door. He swore she was whispering something, but he didn’t manage to hear a thing. In reality, he didn’t felt like listening to her inner arguments, though he didn’t really like seeing her like that.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a little bit worried.
“Yes, wait for her for a second” said a voice with a deeper tone. Kaladin assumed this must have been Radiant speaking. He obeyed her, the truth was that if she was having that kind of trouble, he did not know how to intervene.
He concentrated his attention in eating for a few seconds, till noticing that the girl finally composed herself. Now he could notice she was doing her best to not break. He told himself he maybe had to lower down his dose of sarcasm with this girl, even though it was pretty funny to wore her out (he didn’t normally have that capacity with people), clearly this wasn’t doing her any favor.
“Who is it right now?” he asked “Shallan or Radiant?”
“Shallan” the girl answered “I expressed Radiant a thousand times that I’m the one that has to have this conversation, the thing is she doesn’t trust my capacity to keep composure, and you making jokes that openly about what happened last night doesn’t really help us.”
“Sorry, it’s that I couldn’t find any other reason to think why you came to look at me at lunch hour, and without your husband. I didn’t have you for such a needy…” he added, because despite his efforts, it seemed he had his sarcasm in automatic since the girl entered.
“Don’t continue!” she stopped him right there with a higher voice tone. Kaladin got surprised by that, and he noticed that she clearly wasn’t in the mood to be bothered “Don’t I have the right to know if you’re fine? Adolin wanted to come see you too, but Dalinar made an appointment with him for lunch, and he can’t say no to him. We suppose it has something to do with last night’s party… but that’s not important now. The point is that I wanted to see how you were.”
“You care that much about me now?” Kaladin added, stoically.
“Stop acting bitter” she said, folding her arms “I’m absolutely sure that you couldn’t talk about that thing with anyone and I know perfectly what hiding your feelings can do to your head. Also, later I have a meeting with my court and I imagine you too are going to be busy later.”
Kaladin didn’t answer, he tried to act indifferent, but in reality she was right, he couldn’t talk with anyone else about the subject and that fact was bothering him a lot.
“You didn’t tell anyone, didn’t you? I mean… that” he said, feeling a bit shameful.
“You take us for morons? I know we don’t have suffering faces all the time like you do, but that doesn’t make us stupid.”
Kaladin hissed, she was coming back at him making him get a taste of his own medicine. Almighty damned the vocabulary intelligence of this girl.
“Well, sorry for being cautious” was the only thing he could tell her, a bit exasperated “It’s that…” he started musing a little bit calmer, knowing he had to be honest, somehow “I don’t know, I’m scared of the social consequences we can face if people find out about it.”
“Nobody has to find out about it if we don’t tell anyone” Shallan added.
“I know, but I’m not sure… it feels weird to carry such a secret” Kal confessed, scratching his nape towards his awkwardness, and stopping his focus on his food “It’s weird, I never thought something like that would happen to me.”
“Honestly, me neither” she confessed, coming closer to him and sitting in the place in which the patients were checked out “But well, there is a first time for everything, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess so” Kaladin mentioned, doubtful, while he remembered a subject that he couldn’t speak with anyone else that wasn’t her “How did Pattern take it?”
“He is unbearable” the girl hissed “At least he didn’t came close to us in the act, because I don’t allow him to do so, but today he didn’t stop telling me that I’m a sinful liar that has thrown overboard any kind of human morale in search of vain subjectivity or something like that. Whatever a spren who has no idea of human morale means by that, I try not to pay any attention to it, it helps a lot. Though he is more mumbly than usual and I don’t know how much I’ll take for me to get deaf because of mumbling excess."
Kaladin couldn’t avoid chuckling a little bit towards that situation, because it seemed a bit surreal.
“Syl is the complete opposite” Kal told her “I tried to explain something to her but the truth is that speaking about these kinds of stuff is very weird. I don’t even understand them myself, less I’m going to pretend that a spren that has no idea how babies are made understands what happened yesterday”.
“I do understand how babies are made!” Syl said suddenly.
“That’s not true” Kaladin answered. He waited for some kind of answer, but the honorspren wasn’t very concentrated in arguing with him. It was for the better, he didn’t need another constant rebuffer, he had enough with Shallan.
“I think Pattern understands” Shallan kept saying “how he understands I don’t really know, and I’m not sure I want to find out about it. He is either punishing me because I’m a sinner or getting fascinated by the lie I made. The truth is I don’t want to help him arrive to a conclusion.”
“If you don’t want to help him then don’t do it. It’s not precisely a nice conversation to have with a spren.”
“At least Adolin doesn’t have to hold himself accountable to Maya” Shallan complained.
“At least… By the way, how is he?” asked Kaladin, suddenly interested in the blonde boy.
“He’s fine, he was very intense with the wish of sleeping by your side after you left, it seems his wish for people of his same gender wasn’t as surpressed as he thought it was. But aside from that he’s doing fine, he was very happy and I’m glad for that.”
“Me too” the Windrunner said “He was very nice to me, unlike some others” he said, making his sarcasm get out again.
“Haha, very funny” she answered him sarcastically. “Being nice while you have sex it’s boring, I’m sorry if that doesn’t suit your fetishes, bridgeboy.”
He didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk openly about those things, but it seemed the Lightweaver wasn’t going to leave the place without having that kind of conversation. Kaladin already knew perfectly (and in every possible way) that suppressing her was an awful idea.
“I don’t even know if I even have fetishes…” he mused, realizing that “I never had much time to think about that stuff, I guess it’s because I was very busy watching how my friends died…” he said mournfully.
He noticed that Shallan stopped looking at him and that she felt uncomfortable. Damnation, he again had ruined the moody completely with his depressing thoughts. He didn’t blame her for not having an answer, nobody, not even himself had a coherent answer to those subject matters, but realizing his reality implied to bring those experiences back. However, it wasn’t his plan to depress her nor make the conversation go that way, he didn’t want to think about his trauma today.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to sound depressing” he apologized “it’s that… I couldn’t avoid thinking about that. I guess that, putting it in perspective, life didn’t allow me to explore that part of me.”
“Not even with your exes?” she asked him.
“Not much…” Kaladin confessed, noticing he was reviving things that he had very saved in his inner self, which he didn’t think about that much, not even in his most sad days. “I didn’t date many girls, and I didn’t even date anyone for long, so I didn’t get to… discover what they wanted from me in that regard… to put it one way” he said shamefully “Not even with Lyn, my last girlfriend, we maybe did it like two times and nobody had any idea about what to do. Also… it’s weird that I suddenly feel the urge to have sex, it just doesn’t really happen to me. That’s why I never imagined… that there was such intensity in it. That explains why I was so scared at the beginning, I didn’t really understand what to do.”
“You weren’t that bad, don’t self-depricate” Shallan mentioned, in an effort to be nice.
“Thanks…” Kaladin sighed, feeling a bit contained by that simple answer.
“Besides, it’s not like I’m a lot different. Before Adolin I didn’t do anything like that, since well… the situation didn’t allow it too much. I didn’t have any romance when I lived in Jah Keved, and it wouldn’t be very legal to have sex with an ardent publicly while being Jasnah Kholin's ward of all humans on Roshar, you know, normal stuff” she mentioned sarcastically, passing by that bizarre Kabsal situation. Kaladin believed he remembered that story, but didn’t ask about it “I’m not gonna lie, the first times I felt a spike of jealousy at the fact that Adolin had done it with other girls before… but it passed eventually” she confessed, and Kaladin noticed she wasn’t very proud of admitting that “I concluded that he picked me in the end, and also, if I really were that possessive I wouldn’t have allowed you to kiss him.”
“That’s for the better, I don’t need to be surrounded by possessive people” Kaladin mentioned with a little bit of sarcasm, but completely trapped by the conversation “Was he sincere with that from the beginning or you found out about the other girls later?”
“From the beginning. I really appreciate that, I don’t deserve so much kindness.”
“Neither of us deserves it, but here we are, and there is nothing we can do” sighed Kaladin in a nihilistic way, but his tone shifted immediately “I’m not going to lie to you that what he said about us two being his two favorite people caught me off guard… nobody never told me something like that…” he mentioned feeling a little bit praised by the fact.
“It was really nice” she agreed “He likes you a lot and you know how he is. He has so much kindness contained inside him that he has to get it out, if not he will explode.”
Kaladin laughed, trapped by the idea of an Adolin exploding with happiness. A short silence came and any kind of ugly sensation that Kaladin had felt that day had disappeared. It was pretty clear, the Windrunner he needed people’s company. At the end of the day, it was everything that kept him tied to the pretty stuff that existed on such a complicated planet.
“Though there is something I want to know” said Kaladin, once he had stopped thinking about that cute blonde boy, and he remembered something that was intriguing him since last night “Where did you get the idea of us three having sex? Since according to you it isn’t a practice done by privileged lighteyes such as you and Adolin, I imagine there has to be something else.”
He noticed how she went into blushing mode again, though this time she didn’t seem to break.
“Don’t call me privileged, I’m sure that with your privileged surgeon knowledge you knew exactly where to touch me!” she accused him suddenly. Kaladin was surprised by that declaration, and he would have defended himself if it wasn’t that Shallan didn’t let him continue “But well, I guess I owe you an explanation. In my free time… I’ve been reading some things related to uncommon sexual practices. I guess you think it’s useless, but I honestly wanted to know more about it, in order to intensify my married life or something like that, I don’t have a rational explanation to be honest. Then I came to find out practices that involved three people, or even more. I told Adolin not a long while ago, and you know the rest. I proposed other stuff to him, but he denied them, this is the first one he accepted.”
“What on Damnation did you suggest him that he said no?” Kaladin asked, intrigued
He noticed how she turned red again, and put away her gaze, as if there was something very interesting on the floor she had to look at right now. Maybe it was Pattern, but Kaladin couldn’t really come to know the truth, because what he was going to hear would catch his attention completely.
“I suggested… using shards to masturbate… or putting them in the ass…” she mentioned with a whisper, completely ashamed by telling this to someone else.
Clearly, Kaladin agreed that this was something to be ashamed of, because he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, but not because he found that funny, he laughed at the awe of listening to something that perverted coming out of her mouth, or even being conceived by a human being in all of Roshar. The only image he had of doing something like that repulsed him immediately, and he couldn’t avoid himself to answer her unfiltered.
“Are you mentally deranged or are you joking?” asked Kaladin, trying to process the shock.
“Ask Radiant, she surely would give you a better answer” she said, looking at him again, and losing any kind of shame “Clearly I gave up on doing that, it seems it’s too much for anyone. Adolin reacted as you did.”
“Its just so cruel!” Kaladin told her “I couldn’t allow myself to…!” he started saying, imagining what using his Shard in that process implied, and he had to suppress the idea of vomiting the lunch he just had, covering his face in the process “Stormfather, you just rot my brain, moron!”
“Well, you wanted explanations, this is part of the explanation” she tried excusing herself “I’m sorry if not everything you hear is nice. In fact, there is another proposal that I didn’t told Adolin about, and it would end up accomplishing all my fantasies, if you say yes.”
Kaladin looked at her, disgusted but at the same time completely consumed by a strange curious morbidity.
“What is it?”
“My taste in people isn’t limited to men…” she started saying and Kaladin had no idea what she was going to come up next, though he felt he was going to regret hearing it immediately “so… if you agree, I wouldn’t mind using Stormlight to… see what happens if you and Adolin look like girls.”
Kaladin couldn’t believe the imagination of this girl could reach such extremes, and the idea of thinking just a little bit about everything that she was implying, left him even more shocked.
“Shallan, please, stop saying nasty things, you’re gonna end up breaking my whole brain and I will end up jumping out the window” he mentioned being a little bit dramatic, but he really didn’t want to hear any more obscene thoughts leaving the girl’s mouth.
“Don’t you act like you’re so pure, you used Stormlight yesterday to push Adolin towards the wall!” she complained.
“It’s not the same as…!” he started telling her, but noticing he was about to enter her weird game of strange sexual fantasies, he decided to stop talking about the subject “Wait... no, I won’t justify myself… anything I’ll say will end up with you saying something even worse, and I don’t need to keep hearing about more weird fetishes.”
He noticed she was about to answer, but she stopped. Weird to have that effect on her, but it seemed it was clear that she was being too intense with verbalizing those ideas. Kal noticed she didn’t want the conversation to keep going that way any longer, so he let her be, it wasn’t worth bothering her for an answer.
“Well, aside from all that… I had a great time last night. I never had an experience like that one, it was very pretty. Intense too, but it was interesting to see that side of you” she said, with a small tad of suggestion in her way of speaking.
Now Kaladin was the one that got red. He hadn’t felt uncomfortable nor had perceived her as more than a friend in that whole conversation, but remembering he had told her she was beautiful and that he had talked to her with a tone he hadn’t used with any other girl, was making him feel extremely weird.
“Um… thanks. I didn’t even know that side of me existed…” Kaladin confessed honestly, doing whatever possible so his shame didn’t catch him in its claws "But I had a great time too, it was very nice and I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. In fact… When I arrived at my room… not only did I fall asleep immediately, I didn’t have any nightmares. That… almost never happens.”
Shallan blushed again at what Kaladin was implying. He suddenly found her to be beautiful, but didn’t tell her, because he was also trying to process his blushes and his inner prude, and he rather accompany her than pressure her.
“Well… if at any moment your nightmares bother you too much” Shallan started saying, with a strange tone that Kaladin didn’t really understand what it was trying to convey “and you want company, you’re more than invited to our room. It won’t… bother us to repeat it.”
He blushed even more towards that proposal and he believed nobody had loved him in such a pure way. Strangely, despite being a little bit insecure and uncomfortable, he felt great, and couldn’t avoid smiling towards that.
“Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind” Kaladin answered her.
She returned the smile. Kaladin didn’t need any kind of physical approach to know that, right now, his feelings were completely contained
“Well, I gotta leave” she said, standing up and walking towards the door “See you around, I guess. I love you Kal, I hope the rest of your day turns out well.”
He was about to greet her with indifference, but that wasn’t what left his soul.
“Bye pretty, see you. Give my regards to Adolin.”
Again, with a face red as a tomato, Shallan left. Kaladin smiled again, feeling alive despite the fact he had had such a trivial conversation. These things made him feel less alone in such a devastating world, and knowing that there were people that could contain his emotions and passions, made his brain feel even better than when he soared the sky.
Notes:
journey before destination, bitches.
hope u enjoyed it.---
Author's note on 1/1/2025.
Just finished WaT yesterday to say bye bye to 2024 and I'm baffled that to date this fic, by far the most kinky thing I've ever written, is the most read thing I have in here. Y'all some kinky motherfuckers!!! You're all going to the horny jail in the American Fork's Mormon Crurch basement!!
Well jokes aside, WaT broke my heart and also made me live, while it reminded me why I love this characters so much, so it motivated me to edit some things from this fic, which I hold very dear to me. I even have some ideas for more shakadolin smut, but idk if I'll write them, maybe I'll have to go off canon, who knows.
Either way, hope you liked this and again, journey before destination!
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