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If you had told Neteyam that this would be his life 5 years ago, he would not have believed you at all.
For starters, he ended up staying instead of returning home to his original clan. You would think that would be the most shocking of them all, considering that as he neared death, that is all he wanted to do - go home. Now he has another home.
Two, he ends up finding a mate here. Love is one of those things that fall on the bottom of the list in terms of things to accomplish in his life. He was too busy taking care of his siblings or being the son of Toruk Makto, in whatever capacity that meant. He was a warrior, through and through. Love was a priority. But here he is, in love with another person, giving his entire being into another and vice versa. He can feel them, their feelings, their fears, their everything. It is a surreal experience and he wonders why he ever thought that this is something unneeded. To be known to fully, so completely.. it's as close to Eywa as he could get (if we're excluding his near-death experience of course).
You would think the last one would be that he almost died. No, it was something much more shocking. Death he would've welcomed as long as it was in battle. He would die a warrior's death and that's what he figured would happen when he closed his eyes that last time. Instead, he awoke to his family and friends in tears, happy for his survival, Aonung rested his head on his chest, soaking the skin in tears. Neteyam lifted a weary hand and places it on his head. Aonung lifts his eyes to him, and it was as if he carried Pandora on his shoulders, the reverence in which he was looked at.
And that's the most surprising thing. He is mated to Aonung. Cocky, naive, reckless, Aonung. Except he is none of those. He was just a kid, unfamiliar with other Na'vi different from himself. He kept himself so guarded and his pride and expectation as the son of the clan leaders, he had refused so back down from anyone who deemed a threat to that. Aonung had to learn, to grow.
It took them a year or two to get there. They all began to rekindle their relationship as the rest of the Metkayina clan had accepted the Sully family as their own. Lo'ak and Aonung became great friends once they put their differences aside (which were very few, at the end of the day). Neteyam and Aonung drew together quite slowly, Neteyam being wary of the boy's sudden interest in him. It was a game of cat and mouse for a while, Aonung was determined in his chase.
Neteyam was determined to not let Aonung get to him. Over time, he had gotten used to his advances, his flirting, and his presence. Then Aonung stopped. It felt like a douse of cold water hit him, to be without the constant pestering. Neteyam was looking for him in places he wasn't, and he truly thought he was going mad. He was too prideful to ask for him back or even admit to himself he had grown fond over the lighter Na'vi. It affected his work and his sleep, and he hated it.
Then Tuk had an accident. A big storm was coming and she didn't know the water could suddenly recede back into itself. She was swimming by herself when it happened, drawing her body into its depths. She had screamed, but the water had filled her open mouth. Aonung had been around, walking along the shore. He went in, without hesitation, diving to pull her out of the water. He got beat up pretty badly by the water and coral, but he carried her back to the marui, dripping with seawater and blood.
"Tuk," Neteyam breathed out, running towards the two of them. Aonung's breathing was labored, hair undone and falling to his shoulders. Neteyam was quick to reach for her, holding her close. he cannot imagine what would happen if Aonung was not there. Her cradles her for a few seconds, letting the fact that she is safe to settle in, then he looks up.
"You're bleeding." Aonung shrugs, but it lost its usual assuredness.
"It's fine. I got knocked into the coral a couple of times." He is turning to leave, but Neteyam reaches for him too.
"Come on. I'll get you cleaned up. You look like you got mauled by an Akula." With Neteyam carrying Tuk home and checking her over, Aonung just watches on until it was his turn to be taken care of. Neteyam is careful to apply the healing salve to his wounds, attempting to avoid the tension with his mission. The storm begins to rage outside. "Don't go back out there. It seems bad." Aonung hums in agreement.
When night fell, Neteyam insisted he rests in his room, placing another mat on the floor. Aonung was confused about the shift from the oldest Sully and the insistence of having him close despite him being okay with sleeping in the open space. The storm continues on outside, the air whistling and shaking the marui.
It was difficult to sleep that night with the sounds of chaos outside and the magnetic pull between the two. Neteyam had faced away from him and Aonung followed suit, back to back.
"Thank you," whispers Neteyam. Aonung could barely hear it.
"Anytime," is his response back. Silence envelops them once more. It lasts for a couple of minutes. Neteyam's mind is as loud as the thunder.
"I've been so mad at you." At the confession, Aonung turns around, despite the fact he is only looking at the other Na'vi's back.
"For what?"
"You left." Neteyam speaks like it is a curse. "You were here every day and then you just left. I waited for you to go back to messing with me and it never happened."
"Messing with you?" Aonung huffs. "I've never messed with you, I've made it clear what I wanted with you. You were the one who didn't want me." He doesn't get a response, but he witnesses Neteyam's shoulders shake and the silent sniffling. "Turn around, Neteyam." When he doesn't comply, he puts his hand on his shoulder, putting more assertion in his voice. "Turn around."
When Neteyam does, Aonung's heart breaks just a little for the tears that were in his eyes. He pulls him in closer, dropping his head to his shoulder to give him a space to cry, to hide if needed. Neteyam takes it.
"Wanna know something messed up?" Aonung doesn't answer, knowing Neteyam will continue anyway. "When you showed up today, I was more scared for you than I was for Tuk." Aonung opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by a ramble. "And I shouldn't be like that, should I? I guess it makes sense. You haven't left my thoughts for weeks now and -"
"Mawey, Neteyam," Aonung squeezes him a little tighter, moving to tilt his chin up. "Breathe." and he does. "Now what are you trying to say."
"I.. You.." Neteyam lets out a frustrated huff and Aonung was going to guide him into talking it out, but he is surprised by Neteyam's kiss. It is quick, not soft - presumably out of the need to just get it done. He pulls away quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask-"
"Shut up," demands Aonung, slotting their lips back together. He pulls him in closer, intent on making up for all the lost time. Neteyam is just as demanding, fingers digging in as he practically puts his body on top of the larger Na'vi.
They spent the rest of the night like that, stealing kisses that were owed far too long ago.
They announce their courtship the next day. Aonung had apparently received permission from both families a long time ago. Their courtship was fairly short. In 6 months, they had made their intentions known of bonding. The ceremony happened 2 weeks after that. Neteyam was nothing shy of happy to be with Aonung. The man he had once despised had become his closest friend and his lover. He was a fantastic teacher, a fantastic leader, and a fantastic husband.
He was as perfect as Aonung assumed he was.
There was one tiny thing, though. He just wanted Aonung to be a little..rougher with him. He treats him like he is a treasure, always handling him with nothing but reverence and love. Neteyam cannot help that sometimes he wants to be broken.
He wants that same fire that danced in their eyes at the beginning when the two of them did not like each other. He wants to feel the burn in his eyes and not simmer. He wants to be lit aflame. He doesn't know how to ask this Aonung, so instead, he just swallows it up for a while. It builds though, with each passing night. With each soft kiss pressed into his skin, Neteyam wishes he would open his mouth and bite.
It reached a point where Neteyam figured he would just tell him. He was worried about rejection or his husband becoming distant from him.
"Aonung." The man was now covered in tattoos, markings of his achievements. He could be nothing but proud of Aonung for his progression, set to become the next Olo'eyktan at the right time. He has grown into himself, bulking out over the years. Their three inch difference turned into five, but Neteyam was okay with it. He can tuck nicely into the crook of his neck, even standing.
"What is it, my yawntutsyìp?" Neteyam could purr with the endearment, but he had to stay focused.
"So I wanted to ask.." Aonung steps in front of him, that same man that commands respect from his people, he just wants to obey.
"Anything my love." Neteyam groans and swears it is Eywa's torture to have such a wonderful mate.
"Iwantyoutoberoughwithme"
"What?" Aonung laughs, but truly he had understood him the first time. He just wanted to hear him say it with his chest. And he does, Neteyam puffs his chest out and puts on his strong face, and repeats what he said.
"I want you to be rough with me." It is like it flipped a switch in the taller man, Aonung grabbing at his lover's waist and pulling him to him. Their chest bump against each other and Neteyam gasps.
"Oh really?" Neteyam nods, entranced by the way the ocean blue eyes seem to darken. "Say please."
"I am not saying please," scoffs Neteyam. Aonung seems set in it, his fingers set deep in his skin but unmoving. He tilts his head to the side, a trait he had taken straight from the Sully household.
"That's too bad," Aonung teases, leaning down to his mate's ear, "because I would certainly love to fuck you." He bites at the tip of his ear, relishing in it flinching and the way Neteyam squirms under him. He straightens up and smirks. Neteyam's jaw is dropped because where did he learn 'fuck' from? But it has its intended effect, his body heating up, preparing itself for such a promise. The taller man hums and moves back.
"Aonung!" he calls out, a purple hue gracing his cheeks. Aonung pauses, clearly just entertaining him at this point. His head drops so he wouldn't have to look him in the eyes. "Please."
Aonung tips his chin up, towering over him once more. "Look at me when you say it." It sends a delicious shiver down his spine.
"Please," Neteyam tries again, instinctively jerking his face away. Aonung keeps his grip hard, making it difficult to do so. He gives up just as Aonung brushes their lips together.
"Please. What?" Neteyam feels so hot in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to hide but Aonung is not having it. "Answer me."
"Please fuck me." He speaks it like a prayer; Aonung takes a deep breath, already twitching under his loincloth. He had wanted nothing more than to give Neteyam everything he could ever want or need, in more ways than one. He never expected this to be one of his desires; he was always someone so sentimental, but this.. it was something Aonung could easily tap into, dirty fantasies that he had kept locked away for years. He felt wrong for it, even when the object of his fantasies was his mate, but Eywa must've gift wrapped Neteyam with the way his face looks. He has never looked so fucked out without even being touched. Aonung loves this. Neteyam loves this.
"As you wish." Their mouths collide, tongue and teeth. Neteyam gasps, hands desperately finding purchase on the hard planes of Aonung's upper body. Aonung kisses him like he never had before, with so much fervor as if he was trying to rehome into his mouth. Neteyam is helpless to it, only trying to return the fire he has lit beneath them. Hands wrap around his waist, gripping hard, before moving to ass. He kneads the meat there, guiding it to bring them even closer. Their loincloths rub together and their hardened members under it. Neteyam stutters on a moan.
"What pretty sounds you make," comments Aonung, repeating the motion. His mouth moves down Neteyam's neck, licking and nibbling at the skin. He makes a noise of appreciation with Neteyam tilts his head, opening the space for him. When he does sink his teeth in, Neteyam thinks he might've came right there. A bruise is left, and another one is added right next to it. Neteyam whimpers. Whimpers.
"Shit!" Aonung crushes their mouths together again, too short for the other man's liking. A stripe of saliva still connects them when they part, and that is so much hotter than either was expecting.
"On your knees" is the command. Neteyam is reluctant to do so, but he keeps eye contact when he does. Aonung looks so powerful from this position as if he was looking down on him. As if Neteyam was praising his husband. "Be a good husband for me and put your mouth to good use." Neteyam shivers again, feeling both degraded and praised simultaneously. He frees his lover from its confines, the heated dick heavy in his hand. As many times as he had put his mouth on it, it felt so different this time. A hand cradles his face and he leans into it. He nearly purrs. Neteyam opens his eyes and licks a stripe to the tip, noting the clenching of Aonung's other hand. He cannot stop his smile as he swirls his tongue around the tip, seeing if he can get Aonung just as messed up as him. Aonung releases a groan, tilting his head back.
Neteyam is slow with it on purpose. He wants to know how long it will take Aonung to crack. Aonung is well endowed so he doesn't take it all, using a hand to take the rest. Neteyam is enjoying himself, eyes closed as he works at a leisurely pace. A hand weaves through his hair and it is not something unusual. Aonung's grip tightens, almost to a painful point, and he barely has time to make any noise of protest before Aonung is pushing himself further in his mouth.
"You really want to tease me? You can take all of me." They both know Neteyam has never been able to on his own, but Aonung is fucking his throat to take more. Neteyam is using both his hands to push at strong thighs, coughing as he is released. "Look at you. try again." Neteyam is once again full of dick. "Breathe through your nose." He says, and Neteyam complies as he inches further down. That's right, baby" Neteyam is nosing his stomach before he is released again, taking the split second of freedom to think of his accomplishment. "Again."
Aonung is guiding him through it all, so Neteyam cannot help but feel safe despite his throat being fucked raw. If Eywa could see him like this, tears building at the corner of his eyes but his dick still hard at the acts being done to him. When he hears "enough," he figures he would get a break. He swallows, feeling the roughness of his throat. He wipes the slobber that has accumulated and dripped down his body. He breathes hard.
The dominant of the two walks around, lightly pushing the one kneeling. Neteyam's hands catch himself, but that is all the time it takes for Aonung to rip the loincloth off, biting at his right cheek. He yelps. A tongue soothes the harsh sting, but he can already feel the bruise it will leave. He loves it. He rocks back into the unforgiving mouth as it explores. When it finally licks his entrance, he thinks his eyes rolled back. He can't tell though, his eyes have been closed.
"Ohh" Neteyam drags out as Aonung drags his tongue. He is pushing for more and it stops again.
"Wha-"
"What do you want?" This time, Neteyam is very eager to provide his response.
"I need you. Please."
"Aww my sweet baby," Aonung coos. He smacks the ass that is presented so nicely for him. "You'll get it all." He delivers another hard smack, rubbing it out and spreading Neteyam's cheeks again, tongue searching. The sound he gets for it had him so close to climaxing, it isn't even fair. He eats him just like he kisses: with no other option than to just take it. Neteyam finds himself struggling to keep his body weight up, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as he releases sounds at pitches he never thought he could reach. When fingers are added into the mix, he is just so pliant, begging for me.
"Oh god."
"I usually go by Aonung," is the smartass response he gets. If he felt he could control any part of his body, he would hit the man. Yet it is like everything is being molded in Aonung's hands. By the third finger, he is cumming all over the floor, not even a warning. He had been on a high this entire time.
"So good for me."
He is still coming down from his high when he feels Aonung push at his entrance. Neteyam shoots his arm out, trying to say give him a second, but it is too late. The slide is easy, but it is too much. He feels more cum come out. Thankfully, Aonung doesn't move further.
"Too good," Neteyam's voice slurs, hoarse from earlier. He hears a chuckle and a kiss on his cheek.
"Not done with you yet," and he pulls out - almost all the way - before sliding back home. They moan together. It was feral from that point, Aonung setting a hard and unforgiving pace. Neteyam cries out, just one level below a scream, and after that, his moans and words blur together. He couldn't keep his mind running if he wanted to. When his arms give out, Aonung fucks him into the floor, making sure to tell him just how good he feels.
Aonung flips Neteyam over, towering over him again as he enters his love once more. Neteyam opens his eyes and they erupt with the heat in the gaze they share. In newfound strength, Neteyam reaches up and pulls Aonung's mouth to his. Aonung resumes his pace. When Neteyam is too out of it to resume their usual kissing, another unexpected thing happens.
"keep your mouth open for me," and he does. Neteyam, in his fucked out mind barely registers what happening, swallowing before it hits him that his husband had just spit in his mouth. It really shouldn't be as hot as it is. They kiss again. Neteyam bites at his lip, hard. It breaks the skin. He licks the blood away.
Aonung assaults his spot, his body returning to near mush again.
"Touch yourself. Cum on my dick." Neteyam didn't know how close he was to his finish, wrapping his hand around and stroking a few times before he is cumming all over himself. "So beautiful. Look at you."
"I'm going to fill you up. You want my babies, Neteyam?"
Even though he knows that isn't at all possible, his brain is working. he says something along the lines of "yes, please, make me pregnant. Love you so much." But it definitely did the job because Aonung's hips stuttered and he feels warmth spread. He lets out a harsh breath, banging his head to the floor. Then he smiles, all big and dopey. Aonung is careful as he pulls out, eyes drawn to his cum dripping out. His member twitches in interest.
Aonung covers them both in a blanket, manhandling Neteyam a little bit so he can get into a comfortable position. Neteyam curls into him, a smile remaining on his face.
"Sorry," is what Aonung begins with, "I think I went too far."
"No," is the droopy protest, "was soooooo good. Do it again." Aonung laughs a little, kissing his forehead.
"Maybe another time."
"'m sleepy. Love you so much." Neteyam blindly kisses a part of his chest, snuggling deeper into the warm skin.
"I love you too." He leaves it at that.
When they leave out the next day to return to their duties, his mother is the first to point it out.
"What have you done to the poor boy? He looks like he fought a wild animal!" Aonung scratches the back of his, taking a look at his lover. He is covered in bruises, bites, and even a lingering hand mark, but those are only temporary.
That smile that he has on his face - full of pride and happiness - oh, he would do anything to keep that going forever.