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Antibiotics, bandages, powercells.
"Anything else?"
Neteyam glances up from an open med-kit, fingers pausing over a cracked vial of something that might’ve once been antibiotics before he stuffs one of the intact looking bottles into his pouch.
Once the sound of bullets flying through air and heavy machinery had stopped, the jungle around them had returned to its usual buzzing filled with life, and Neteyams shoulders visibly relaxed at that. A few paces off, Lo’ak crouches, his eyes scanning the broken shell of the RDA outpost as if he was waiting for any of the fallen soldiers to move and attack them once more. They don’t.
"Lo’ak." Neteyam says it louder this time. His brother finally turns, carelessly throwing whatever trash he was toying with away. Glass shatters in the distance and he rolls his eyes. At least the cut on his brothers cheek had stopped bleeding, Neteyam notices with relief.
Lo‘ak shrugs, then wanders off in the other direction. "Dunno. Didn’t she say something about syringes too?"
Neteyam nods once and slings the pouch higher on his shoulder. "Syringes. Right." He moves towards the overturned supply cabinet near the wall, kicking aside empty bullets as he goes. It’s in better condition than most of the ruins they usually scavenge, still smelling of cold metal and sterilized plastic instead of mold and dust. And there’s an arrow pierced right through its door. His arrow.
Neteyam crouches, brushing aside shards of synthetic shelving to get to the bottom drawer. A few sealed packs of syringes are tucked beneath a box of surgical tubing. He grabs them, and shoves them into his pouch alongside the other supplies.
Already outside the building, Lo’ak drags a powercell out from under a scorched AMP suit. Its casing is dented, scorched black on one side, but the charge light flickers green when he presses it.
Neteyam gives the room one last pass. Bodies still lay where they’d dropped. The firefight hadn’t lasted long, but it had been loud and he scratches his ear when he notices it’s still ringing. Great mother, how much he hated guns.
"We’ve got what she asked for. Let’s move." He tells his brother. By the time they reach the roof of the building, the last of the light is draining out of the sky, turning the canopy below into a sea of shadows. Their ikrans wait, shaking their wings restlessly, their claws scraping at the metal.
Neteyam mounts first, strapping the bag tight. Lo’ak is close behind, glancing back at the building one last time before they take off. The place already looks abandoned, as if their fight with the soldiers camping there had been years ago.
They fly low and fast, the wind cooling their sweat, until the forest gives way to familiar land. Hell’s Gate rises from the trees like an old scar. The resistance had taken it back, piece by piece, with barely enough power to run the place, but it functions and that’s what matters.
They land near the main med building, where a single floodlight casts pale light across the pad. The inside of the structure is quiet, no one is rushing to meet them, no alarms are blaring. Unlike all the other human buildings littered across Pandora, this place holds no danger for them. They’re welcome here, and very much so.
At this time of the day, most of the humans are gathered either at high camp to share their meal with the clan or already back in their quarters, resting.
When they reach the medical office, Neteyam knocks once, but there comes no answer.
Lo’ak gives a noncommittal grunt, already pushing the door open with a half shoulder shrug.
The room is warm and bright, lined with shelves and clean steel counters that are neatly labeled and organized to perfection. You’ve clearly only just stepped out, half a cup of tea sits cooling on the desk. Next to it stands the link unit that’s whirring softly, with blue light shining between the gaps indicating that your human self is in there, while that other part of you is probably out there with the rest of the clan.
"You think she’ll be pissed we just let ourselves in?" Lo‘ak chuckles as he tries to get a peek inside the link unit. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he gives his little brother a playful shove, reminding him that he should preserve a woman’s dignity instead of fooling around like that.
"You know how she is," he shakes his head, "She doesn’t even like it when someone touches her pens, let alone rifles through her equipment like a bored child."
Lo’ak snorts, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. "Relax. I wasn’t gonna touch anything."
Not in the mood to argue, Neteyam moves towards the desk and begins to unload the supplies— bandages, meds, syringes, the salvaged powercell, laying them out in neat rows. His brother adds his haul with less ceremony, then flicks the powercell with one finger, satisfied when it blinks green. He’s knows they’re especially hard to get these days and Lo‘ak knows this will earn him praise that‘ll only stroke his already too big ego. Especially if said praise is coming from the pretty Doctor herself.
Lo’ak’s already halfway to the door then, feet padding lightly against the sterile tile. "C’mon, bro, let’s head home." He calls over his shoulder impatiently, now that the task is done. "I’m starving. Think Priya got any of that weird human bread left? Eywa, I’ve been thinking about that all day!"
Behind him, his brother continues to ramble about food and the different shapes of bread that hopefully await him at home, but Neteyam barely hears him.
His attention is locked on something small, half-tucked beneath the edge of a chart on your desk. A device, so unmistakably human, but unlike anything he’s seen in your usual collection of neat, clinical tools. It doesn’t look important. Doesn’t feel important. But that might’ve been the exact reason it draws him in.
It’s… pink. Not grey or white or black or any of the other dull colors you humans love to paint everything in.
A bright, almost silly kind of pink, like something a child might pick from a pile of toys. Soft edges, no worn metal or harsh beeping lights, just a smooth little square with a single button shaped like a heart, which slides up and down with a small click. That’s it. No screen, no label, no numbers that could indicate what it’s good for. It doesn’t even hum like most devices do or has any of these little lights that would show him it’s on.
The longer Neteyam stares at it, the more out of place it looks. What is something like this doing here among antiseptics, scalpels and patient records?
It’s so out of character for Neteyam, but there’s an itch in his fingertips. He glances at Lo’ak’s back and before he can second guess himself, he lets curiosity win.
With practiced fingers, Neteyam snatches the remote and slips it into the inner pouch of his chest strap. He’s not even sure why.
"Hey," Lo’ak calls, brow raised as he looks back over his shoulder, "you coming or what?"
Neteyam straightens, tugging his strap tight and masking the motion like he’s just adjusting it. Then he casts one last glance toward the link unit where your human shell lays peacefully and completely unaware, before he follows his brother out into the hall, pretending like he hadn’t just taken something that didn’t belong to him.
"Yeah," he says, forcing his voice steady. "Coming."
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Neteyam was uncharacteristically quiet that evening.
The fire crackled low between them, casting flickers of orange and gold across the gathered faces of the clan members surrounding the fireplace.
Lo’ak and Spider sat close by, bellies full and both half-draped over a log like they’d melted into it after their meal. Spider was grinning, telling one of his favorite near-death stories for what had to be the third time this week. Something about him getting tackled by a wild yerik on their last scouting run. Meanwhile, Lo’ak was interrupting the human every few seconds to insist it hadn’t even been that big, or that dangerous, which only made Spider embellish harder.
Neteyam sat nearby, close enough to feel the heat of the fire, but just outside the core of the conversation.
His fingers curled around the small device hidden in his palm. The bright pink plastic caught the firelight and he turned it slowly in his hand, thumb brushing the heart-shaped slider up, then back down. It made three soft click‘s, barely audible under the chatter around him. Up. Click. Click. Click. Down. Click. Click. Click. Over and over again.
But he had no idea what exactly it did.
And worse, he had no idea why it had been on your desk. Among all the plain, grey, medical equipment, this one soft, candy-colored thing had no right being there.
But still. He shouldn’t have taken it.
"I swear, it just jumped out of the bush!" Spider was saying, gesturing wildly with his hands which ultimately snapped Neteyam out of his thoughts. "Like, fully airborne! I thought I was dead."
"You tripped over a root," Lo’ak shot back, grinning. "And it was three feet tall and scared of your hair, bro."
"That thing was the size of an ikran!" The human argued.
"It was the size of Tuk." Lo‘ak said with a straight face, which earned him a playful shove from Spider.
"Come on, bro. Your sister is pretty tall for her age. Give me some credit!" Both of them broke into laughter at this, shoving each other back and forth as if they were still two teenagers hopped up on too much testosterone and not enough self-preservation.
Normally, that would’ve been Neteyam’s cue to cut in. Say something dry and then pull them apart, before someone could crack a rib or a tooth.
But tonight, he didn’t bother.
Instead, while they were still elbowing each other like overgrown children, he just held the pink device out between them. Might as well ask the experts on their opinion about it.
"Hey. What do you think this is?"
That immediately stopped them.
Lo’ak blinked, then sat up a little straighter, clearly caught off guard by his brothers sudden change of topic. "Uh. What?"
Spider brushed some dirt of his chest, then leaned closer, squinting at it. "Where’d you get that?"
Immediately, his ears folded back in shame.
"I found this on y/n‘s desk,” Neteyam murmured eventually, almost too quiet to hear. "Didn’t mean to take it. I just… I don’t know. It was there and I couldn’t stop looking at it." He shrugged casually, but the guilt gnawing at his insides made his tail thrash and curl on his lap.
Lo’ak, biting down a grin, leaned over to peer at it. "Is that pink?" Then he chuckled teasingly, "Did the mighty warrior let himself get distracted over something pretty and pink? Oh eywa, thank you for—"
"Shut it," Neteyam hissed before he could even finish his speech to the great mother of how thankful he was for this opportunity to tease his older brother. Yeah, he would never hear the end of this, that much was clear.
"Looks like a toy," Spider said, not sounding too confident in his guess as he was still squinting at it. "You think it does something?"
Neteyam shook his head, then shrugged. "I thought you would know. Everything else in her space is so organized. She even has her coffee mug labeled, but not this? It’s… strange, don’t you think?"
"It could really be just a toy," Lo’ak offered. "Maybe it doesn’t even have a purpose except for clicking the button."
"A fidget toy," Spider agreed, nodding. "You know how she is, little miss Dr. Workaholic. Makes sense she would need something to fidged with when she’s stressed or whatever. I think Norm has one of those too."
With a shrug Spider relaxed against the log again, arms crossed behind his head, possibly scanning the area for any unmated women worth flexing his biceps for.
When an outstretched palm appeared right in front of Neteyams nose, he handed the remote over without a word. Lo’ak took it then, visibly intrigued now that it had earned the title of forbidden object found on the pretty doctor’s desk.
He held it up to the firelight, inspecting it from all sides in the same way Neteyam had done a dozen times by now. Then he slid the heart shaped button all the way up.
Click. Click. Click.
Paused.
Then back down.
Click. Click. Click.
He twisted it around, clicked the button a few more times as if expecting something to happen if only he clicked fast enough, but nothing.
"Maybe it’s broken," Spider offered, standing and stretching until his back popped. "Or maybe you’re both thinking too hard about it. Could be she found it on the ground and just kept it for the color. Girls do that kind of thing, right?"
Lo’ak raised a brow. "Bro. She also harvests bullets from wounds without flinching. You really think pink plastic is her vibe?"
Spider just shrugs. "Don’t ask me, man. You’re the one playing with it like it’s so special. Just toss it away or better, give it back."
"I’m not playing," Neteyam said firmly, eyes narrowing.
Spider smirked, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I’m grabbing something to drink before you two start a full psychological breakdown over a heart-shaped button. You ladies want anything?"
When both Sully brothers shook their heads in unison, he wandered off toward the small basket of fermented fruit drinks where some of the young huntresses stood.
With his focus back on Lo’ak, he watched him click the slider once more, but a little slower this time, with intent. Then he held it there for several long moments, before he slid it down again. He repeated that same process two or three more times, all while scanning the place for something that would happen.
Neteyam glanced sidelong at his brother. As expected, nothing happened. But still, the corner of Lo‘aks mouth lifted.
"So…" Neteyam cleared his throat, "what do you really think it is?"
Again, Lo‘ak looked down at the pink remote between them and then back at his brother, a full blown grin spreading over his face now. Oh, that sxkawng [idiot] definitely knew something.
"Honestly?" The younger one chuckled, then tipped his chin in the direction opposite of the fireplace. "I think you should see for yourself. Watch."
It takes a moment for Neteyam to figure out what exactly he’s supposed to be watching between all the people gathered around the fire, but then he finally spots it. Its unmistakable what his brother was trying to show him.
You.
It’s you, in your blue skin that makes you look just like one of the people. You, in that loincloth and that top so revealing, he can see the soft outline of your breasts, your pretty nipples shining through the feathers weaved into your top. Your hair full of ornaments in the same color of your eyes and the sparkle of your thanì [bioluminescence freckles] in the dark.
And then it hits him. That blush on your cheeks thats never been there before, not unless you’ve had too much to drink on very rare occasions. It’s not just on your cheeks though, it’s on your neck too, your tense shoulders and also your chest. When in the corner of his eyes, Neteyam catches Lo‘aks thumb moving the little button down three clicks, you shoulders immediately slacken and your head drops with relief. Your chest expands again, as if you were just holding your breath.
"What the…"
"Spider wasn’t wrong, it is a toy." Lo’ak casually explained, fidgeting the remote between his fingers. "Just not the one you would expect."
He lazily clicked it once more.
Across the fire, you shifted again, eyes fluttering closed for a second too long. As if something unseen had tugged at your spine. Neteyam watched the exact moment your thighs pressed together, subtle and slow, before you coughed and sat back up.
Something hot curled in Neteyam’s chest and his brows furrowed as he glanced between his brother and you, confusion clearly written all over his face.
"It’s something the tawtutes [humans] use sometimes, the adults mainly. It’s called a vibrator. A little device that does, well, that." Lo‘ak half shrugged, then leaned back on his hands like he lived for moments like this. It’s not often that Neteyam was the clueless one of the two, and he was enjoying every second of it. "It vibrates."
Oh. Neteyam swallowed.
"How do you even know all that?"
"Ah, a gentleman never kiss and tells." His brother shook his head with a wide grin. "Lets just say these things are very popular among their females. Most of them got these toys hidden somewhere and let me tell you, they love to play with them."
Neteyam didn’t know much about human things like this. Most of what he knew came from watching the humans from a safe distance. And the tech, sure. The tools, the weapons, the medicine even, that he understood. You and some of the other humans had explained those things in simple, clinical terms that were easy to understand. How they worked, what they were for, where they should go. But this? He had no frame of reference for this little pink thing.
And judging by the way Lo’ak was grinning at him, all smug and overly confident when he explained it, it must be something your people didn’t talk about— not openly and not to people of authority. Like Neteyam. This must’ve been something to discuss solely with the men like Lo‘ak, mischievous and with a filthy mind.
Which only made him feel worse for having taken it. It felt as if he had stepped into a space that wasn’t his to enter.
It vibrates, Lo‘aks words still echoed in his mind.
"It vibrates… where exactly?" Neteyam asked, more confused than just mere minutes ago. "And what’s the remote for?" Nothing had ever intrigued him more than this toy. There were so many questions floating around in his head, too many for him to pester his brother with in just one night.
"Oh I guess our little doctor over there thought it would be fun to use it on her avatar, but she forgot to pack the remote before she left."
"You mean it…"
"Yeah. It controls the vibration. That toy is meant the be inserted, you know. And by the looks of it," click. click. "she’s wearing it right now."
Great mother help him.
Lo‘ak nudged his brothers side before he could even process his words fully, drawing his attention back to your cowering frame across the fire. Two clicks up on the remote and there was a visible layer of sweat forming on your temples. Your jaw was tight, muscles tense as you sat hunched over your own thighs. Click. Click. And then you exhaled again, blinking rapidly as if you had just been woken up from a daydream. Must’ve been a good one, he thought.
So these were the consequences of his poor choices? Huh. This felt more like a reward than a punishment for stealing something that didn’t belong to him. Truthfully, this felt like unfamiliar territory to Neteyam and for the first time, he had no idea how to act nor feel. No idea, if he should let himself enjoy this. Was this even… allowed?
Swallowing the salvia pooling in his mouth, Neteyam cleared his throat and turned back to Lo‘ak, "and she has no idea we have the remote?"
"Hm not yet at least." He shrugged in amusement. "She looks pretty confused, so I guess not."
"That’s…" Neteyam, despite the warmth blossoming in his lower abdomen, muttered, "it’s wrong."
But even as he said it, the words felt thin and hollow. More like something he was supposed to say, something that had been drilled into him and not something he truly believed in that moment.
Because the truth was already settling like wildfire in his gut and it had nothing to do with right or wrong.
The warmth was there. Not the kind that came from sitting too close to the fire, but the slow, creeping kind that coiled low in his stomach and made him feel restless in his own skin. Every time he remembered the way your body had reacted to the vibrations his brother controlled, how you visibly melted the second Lo’ak moved that little switch, his mind betrayed him. It filled in the blanks, wondered what you must’ve felt. Wondered what you looked like when you felt it for real, without trying to hide it. Did it feel good? Would it feel better if he was to use the remote?
And most importantly, would you enjoy it more if you knew it was them controlling the toy?
It that made his chest clench with shame.
And worse still:
He liked it. Matter of fact, he was extremely turned on right now. So turned on by these shameful thoughts, enough that his loincloth suddenly felt uncomfortably tight and Neteyam felt the need to shift and discreetly brush a palm over his bulge to relieve some of the pressure.
Besides him, Lo‘ak scoffed. "What? That she doesn’t know? Go on and tell her then, mighty warrior."
He was sure his brother wasn’t even being sarcastic, not with the way he was looking at you. That glint in his eyes that could only mean trouble. That glint that meant, Lo‘ak must’ve had the same sinful thoughts about this as he had.
"We shouldn’t—"
"Bro, listen." Lo’ak cut in. Rolling his eyes, he turned the vibration up three clicks and then waved the remote in front of Neteyams face in demonstration. "You wouldn’t let this thing laying around if you wouldn’t want others to find it, right? If you‘d ask me, finding this remote in the middle of her desk was like an invention. I mean, she knew we were coming over!"
Neteyam hated to admit that, for once, his brother had a point. Hated even more that he found himself agreeing to his nonsense. Now he finally understood how he and Spider had managed to drag themselves into that much trouble during their teenage years. Eywa forgive him.
Staring at his brother, still not fully able to comprehend that he was agreeing with this skxawng [idiot], he found the remote still sat casually in his brother’s hand. His fingers were tapping idly at its bright pink edges, completely unbothered that the slider —still set at three clicks up— hadn’t moved. And that meant only one thing: you were still feeling it. Right now. Across the fire. Surrounded by people. With no idea who had control over your precious little toy.
Shifting slightly, Neteyam’s eyes darted toward you and what he saw, made his pulse catch.
You weren’t even hiding the way your legs pressed together or how your hands kept fidgeting with the fabric of your loincloth. Something in your gaze, wild and unfocused, flitted across the people surrounding the fire like a hunted animal.
The panic behind your eyes wasn’t fear, not really. It was desperation. Urgency. The kind that came from being pushed into the center of attention. And then, as if turning around to see who exactly had pushed you, your eyes landed on them.
The recognition was instant.
Your breath caught. A tremble ran through your shoulders, and your lips parted as if you might speak, but the sound never came. Red bloomed across your cheeks and spread downward, flushing the smooth skin of your neck and disappearing under your top. Neteyam felt his loincloth tighten even more.
Lo’ak saw you too and, like the fucking idiot he was, he waved! Remote in hand and a big, smug grin on his face.
"She’s so cute when she’s flustered, isn’t she?" He sighed almost softly when your entire face changed its color from blue to red. Then, to his surprise, Lo’ak swiftly moved to stand, righting his loincloth and hair. Expecting his brother to blindly follow his lead, and clearly disappointed Neteyam stayed put, Lo’ak then urged, "C‘mon, bro. She’s practically begging for you to come over and play!"
Now it was Neteyam’s turn to chuckle. With one raised brow he asked, "Just me?"
"Keep dreaming." Lo’ak snorted. "You wouldn’t even know what to do without me."
Pushing past the younger one, Neteyam grinned, "Come on then. Let’s pay our favorite doctor a visit."
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Ovulating, as it turns out, is one hell of a curse for the female body.
One minute, you’re cataloguing the blood samples of your latest patients with the steady hands of someone who’d pulled three double shifts in a row, and the next you’re fanning your face with a patient chart, wondering if it’s actually gotten significantly hotter in here or if your nervous system was staging a mutiny.
Focus? Gone. Brain? Useless. Legs? Wobbly, like they forgot what professional composure is. Perfect. Just what every overworked doctor needs: a biological betrayal before breakfast that makes it nearly impossible for you to concentrate on your work.
And to top it all off? You had left that damn remote on your desk!
The remote that controls a very specific device, which —while admittedly a brilliant idea in theory— was now starting to feel more like a liability in practice. It was supposed to be… well, just a small indulgence. An outlet to blow of some steam and then return to your work. Something to take the edge off, burn through the tension coiled between your shoulders, and let you reset. Five minutes, maybe ten, and you’d be as good as new! That was the plan.
But that was before you stumbled across the huntresses on your way back to snatch the remote from your desk that you had forgotten. Before they’d pulled you into easy conversation, laughing and chatting. Before they insisted you join them for the evening meal. And before you could have even tried to wring out at least one beautiful orgasm to cleanse your system.
Now you sat by the fire mostly in silence, eyes flickering between the flames and the people around you. The clan’s laughter echoed in your ears, but none of it really stuck. You forced a few polite smiles, a nod here and there. But your mind wasn’t here, it was back in your office, circling that silly pink remote.
Thankfully, without the remote the vibrator wasn’t even turned on, yet you still felt restless. Aware. Every shift of your body reminded you of that it was there. Not in a way that anyone else could tell, of course not, but in a way that made it impossible for you to forget about it. It pressed uncomfortably against your inner walls, the curve so perfect that it bought you pleasure without even having to turn it on. A persistent, low-grade anticipation buzzed at the edge of your thoughts, turning your calm professionalism into a balancing act.
No one around you had any idea, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling off being watched. Or maybe it was just the shame creeping in, whispering about recklessness and poor timing. You weren’t usually this impulsive. Or kinky, for that matter.
You inhaled slowly, then exhaled with purpose, glancing at the path that led back to hells gate. If you left now, if you timed it just right, you could slip away with an excuse about finishing reports or checking in on a patient. Nothing too suspicious.
But just as you began to shift, mentally rehearsing your out, something changed.
A jolt. Subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone else. But you felt it. A soft hum that bloomed low in your core like the flicker of a match. So faint you thought you imagined it. Until it happened again.
Your breath hitched. Spine straightened. Every nerve in your body woke up at once as you realized something crucial—
Someone had turned the vibrator on!
And that’s exactly how you found yourself in this situation: trapped and circled like prey, by two of the most handsome apex predators in the whole clan.
Your form by the fire shifts, as if expecting them, but uncertain what to do. The ember glow paints highlights in their braided hair, making their eyes light up in warm golden tones. It makes your breaths come shorter.
"Hello, sevin [pretty]," Neteyam smiled gently at you, almost innocently as he stood before you. Then he leaned over, just a bit closer, as if not wanting anyone to hear. "Mind if we sit with you?"
Before you could manage to respond, Lo‘ak already pressed himself close and casually swung an arm around your shoulders. His warmth made your skin prickle. It’s nothing new that these two were so casual with you, but there has always been this professional distance. One, that Lo‘ak just casually threw out of the window.
"What’s wrong, paskalin [honey]? You look awfully tense tonight." Lo‘ak grinned, cocking his head to the side like a curious puppy.
You can’t help the shaking breath that comes out of your lungs, brief as it is. The vibrations are still buzzing through your body, the intensity as uncomfortable as it is pleasurable.
"W-What are you two doing?" You ask, voice quivering and so, so quiet. Too scared to speak up in case a moan might slip out too.
"We?" Lo’ak gestures between himself and his brother, who had just sat down next to you as well. "Oh nothing. Just trying to enjoy tonight’s vibe, if you get what I’m saying."
With the same carelessness that made people either love him or want to strangle him, he pulled up the little pink device that was currently responsible for the stiffness in your shoulders. The one, he had so foolishly waved around for the whole clan to see, before they both invited themselves over.
Just as earlier, your eyes snapped to it instantly.
Lo’ak, all charm and zero shame, held it up between two fingers like a prize he’d won, then passed it to Neteyam with an almost reverent gesture, like he was handing over something sacred. His grin was unrepentant, no apology, not even a hint of hesitation. He looked proud, as if orchestrating your flustered silence had been some kind of performance art.
How did they—
"I found this on your desk earlier," Neteyam confessed in a hushed tone, causing your keen ears to twitch. "Took me a while to figure out what’s it for," he murmured, then glanced up to meet your eyes, "but now I know."
Behind him, your tail gave a subtle flick, not the kind that came with irritation or warning. The tip curled slightly, then relaxed again, betraying your attempt at keeping your composure. If you could just get the remote back, just for a second. Turn off these stupid, wonderful waves that made your lower abdomen constrict around the smooth toy sitting inside of you.
"Y-You do?" You let the words out in a nervous chuckle, while subtle trying to shift your position. It was obvious that the device still whirring on the highest level was making this whole situation impossible difficult for you and you found both of the Sully brothers seemingly unable to peel their eyes off of your struggling form.
"I do," Neteyam smiled, then leaned in a bit more. "Can I be honest with you for a moment?" Quickly, you nodded. "I didn’t expect you to be into such dirty tawtute [human] play things. But I like it."
Oh. You swallowed. Was this a dream? Were you dreaming?
You watch his thumb move over the heart shaped button as if testing how it feels, before he slides it down two clicks. A deep sigh leaves your lips at that, but you inhale just as quick and sharp when he slides the button up one click again. Your words come tumbling out in the same breath, rushed and uneven.
"No, I’m usually— it’s… this is actually my first time wearing it outside," you blurt, the explanation coming far too quickly to be anything but an attempt at covering your vulnerability.
Your hands still fidget with the hem of your loincloth, as if you could somehow smooth the honesty out of your voice. But the faint blush that clings to your cheeks, spreading down your neck, betrays the rest of you.
"Your first time?" Neteyam echoed, brows raised in surprise. "How cute."
With your chin nearly touching your chest, you were trying your hardest to hide from both of their eyes boring holes into your face. This whole situation was something straight out of a dream. A horrible, embarrassing wet dream.
"So," Lo‘ak cleared his throat to gain your attention back, "you just wanted to see how long you could last? If you can keep quiet? Or is this your method of stress relief, doc?"
Squirming in your seat, it was obvious to no one but them how much the vibrations were distracting you from forming any coherent response. When both of their tails slowly curled around your own as if keeping you as close as possible, all thoughts suddenly vanished from your mind.
"I— uh, uhm." Words, come on. Focus. It’s not that hard. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to clear your head, then exhale a long breath that comes out as a shaky whimper. "Jesus, give me a second."
Both of them chuckled at that.
"Enlighten us, please." Neteyam encouraged you, brushing a strand of stray hair that had fallen forward back behind your ear. "We’d love to know."
"I- I don’t know." You rushed out, hiding your face in shame by turning away, but with both of them on either side of you, you realized quickly how impossible that was. "I guess I just wanted to… try it out. Relief some stress. It’s exciting and I thought, no I don’t know what I thought. I- I didn’t even mean to wear it here! Oh god, this was such a stupid idea…"
Too overwhelmed by their intense gazes and the heat radiating off of them, paired with the low vibrations still torturing all nerve endings of your insides, you quickly covered your face with your hands before they could realize how red you’ve gotten in the past couple of seconds.
A hand then slowly curled over your knee, then slides up to your thigh, giving you a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"It’s not stupid, paskalin." Neteyam coos softly. His hand slides just a bit higher. "You really deserved this, you work so hard all the time. What a shame you couldn’t relieve this tension on your own. Don’t you think, Lo‘ak?"
"Oh, such a shame." Another hand places itself upon your knee, then slowly slides higher, making your breath hitch. "If you can’t do it on your own, what about we‘ll help you out a little, hm? Trust me, we‘re experts when it comes to stress relief."
Carefully, you lower your hands from your face to peak up at them. Both brothers were staring you down like you were nothing but a delicious piece of candy, waiting to be devoured. It made you feel strangely hot under your skin.
When you began to squirm once more, you finally realized how soaked your loincloth had become over the past few minutes. You were so wet, it was starting to squelch between your thighs if you pressed them too hard together and you prayed none of them could hear.
The effect these two had on you was truly something you hadn’t anticipated. Not in a million years you would’ve thought that the two warriors who spent most of their days bickering, sparring and diving headfirst into trouble, could unravel you with nothing but a glance, a shared look and a shift in tone. The weight of their attention alone felt like a hand curled around your throat, and one around your hip, bending you in position for them.
You weren’t stupid. You knew they both had a certain charm, different, but equally as dangerous.
Lo’ak wore his like a badge, loud and visible and impossible to ignore. He was bold not just in the way he spoke, but in the way he did everything else, all smirks and never ending confidence. He flirted like it was second nature to him: recklessly, constantly and with zero regard for consequences. He knew how to get under peoples skin and it was clear to anyone with eyes that this was what he loved to do most.
Neteyam, though… Neteyam was something else entirely. He didn’t chase attention— he commanded it. His charm crept up on you, quietly and slow, like the press of a steady hand at your lower back. He watched more than he spoke, but when he did speak, his words would replay in your head for hours while you were trying to fall asleep. You could never tell if he was just being kind, or careful, or was downright flirting.
And maybe that’s what made them so dangerous: not just how they made you feel individually, but how they fed off each other when they were together. Lo’ak lit the spark and Neteyam fanned the flame. You had seen this happen way too many times before. But you’ve never thought you’d be lucky enough to be able to experience this first hand. To be at their center of attention.
Slowly, you pealed your eyes open inch by inch. What greeted you, was the pink remote right in front of your face. It was in such plain sight for everyone to see, red hot embarrassment shot up your spine and instinctively, you reached out for it. Too slow however, because Lo‘ak quickly snatched it away from your greedy hands.
"Nu-uh, where would be the fun it that?" He chuckled, holding the device just out of your reach. "We will keep this for you, baby. You just sit there and be pretty, while we help you relieve that stress. And if you‘re good for us and stay quiet, you’re not only getting it back, but we‘ll make sure to reward you. Sounds good, right?"
You blink, dumbfounded. "Reward…me?"
The brothers share a look. It was one of those silent, brotherly exchanges, the kind that said 'we’ve already decided, but we’re enjoying this far too much to stop now.' And you, supposed genius with a dozen degrees and more certifications than either of them could probably name, could only sit there like a deer caught in headlights.
Apparently, all it took to knock you off your pedestal was a pair of troublemakers, this stupid toy still whirring inside of you and a very inopportune moment of hormonal vulnerability.
How utterly humbling.
"Oh, you know." Neteyam shrugged casually, then leaned over until he was close enough that his lips brushed your sensitive ear as he whispered, "Both of us."
"Both of… you," you repeated the words slowly, as if trying to understand what they could possibly mean. You knew. Damn, you knew exactly what they meant. Your brain was just working too damn slow, too overwhelmed at the moment to proceed them properly, so you just sat there with your mouth agape, until Neteyam tipped your chin up with a slender finger.
"You’re a smart girl, aren’t you? You‘ll figure it out."
His nose brushed your cheek in a brief nuzzle, before he leaned back to admire you once more. However, before you could even manage to think of a response, a sudden jolt of pleasure shook through your core in such a violent way, you nearly let out a loud, wanton moan.
Biting down on your lower lip prevented that from happening, although a whimper escaped anyway.
Glancing to your right, your gaze immediately lands on Lo‘aks hand —or better, to his thumb that had moved the heart shaped slider all the way up to the highest setting. Various filthy curses shoot through your head like lightning, but you swallowed them down. Your toes curl and you want to bend over and moan for how good it feels.
"You look so pretty when you enjoy yourself," Lo‘ak grins, then winks at you when your eyes meet. "Don’t be shy, tell us how it feels, paskalin [honey]."
It’s nearly impossible. You stumble over words, over thoughts, over the urge to crawl onto his lap and ride his cock until you were both spent and exhausted, grinning like you were insane at the shocked response of your unwilling audience. Jesus Christ, where were these sudden thoughts even coming from?
"G-Good," you finally manage to force out, thighs pressing together hard enough to hurt. But all it does is shove the vibrator deeper inside your channel, nearly making your eyes cross.
Thankfully, the toy stops soon enough, and you feel like you’re about to melt into a puddle on the floor. Already, you were panting, shuddering and repeatedly wetting your lips with your tongue. There was no way in hell you would last for more than five minutes of this torture.
"Just good?" Neteyam shakes his head as if disappointed in his brother, before he takes the remote from Lo‘aks hand. "We‘ll have to change that, don’t you think? Just good doesn’t really suit you. We will need a lot more to relief all that stress."
Beside him, Lo’ak smirks, arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, doc. You always shoot for excellent in the lab. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly satisfied with just average."
You open your mouth, then close it again. Honestly, what were you supposed to say? There were words in your brain somewhere, smart ones probably, but they were jumbled up beneath the weight of your embarrassment. Your ears burned. Your tail twitched in a way that could only be described as nervy, but it was unable to move freely with both of their tails still curled around yours.
Those tails, you desperately wished to feel elsewhere. Around your throat would be a start. Or sliding between your lips, teasing your clit. Using them to keep your hands pinned behind your back while they were using you like their personal fleshlight. Your clit gave a needy throb at that.
Then it was Neteyams turn to play with the remote.
Click.
Unlike his brother, he was starting of slow. Gentle waves of pleasure began rolling through your core once more, warming your insides. Your toes curled and your breathing turned quicker. Lips pressed together to a thin line, you let a quiet hum escape as your eyes fluttered closed. It was a comfortable, subtle kind of pleasure. Not quite enough to get you there, but it was enjoyable.
Click.
Oh! This was different.
This time, it was significantly harder to hold back a moan. You even jumped a little when the vibrations turned up, but managed to keep your composure after exhaling a deep, shaking breath.
"And how’s that, sevin? [pretty]" Neteyam asked under his breath. "That‘ feel good too?"
"Hmh, y-yes," you whispered, "Fuck, I- I don’t know if I can keep quiet like that."
"You can," he reassured you with a voice so deep it made the hair in the nape of your neck raise. "You’re being such a good girl for us, I know you can hold all these pretty sounds in. Just focus."
After just mere seconds you began restlessly shifting from side to side, squirming as the pleasure reached a point that was dangerously close to your peak. The vibrator inside you sat just right, pressed against your sweet spot. It’s tip was shoved so deep inside from all the movement that it tickled your cervix. It was just right, just perfect and so, so good.
"I think she’s about to come soon," Lo‘ak said besides you, his hand squeezing the pillowy flesh of your thigh in anticipation. You could feel it in the tips of his fingers how bad he wanted to slide your loincloth to the side and just feel how close you really were. "Keep it down, baby, just like that. Remember what we told you."
"I‘m fucking trying," you cursed with your teeth clenched together hard enough it almost hurt. Their snickering only made the humiliating part about this so much worse. Yet at the same time, it made goosebumps raise all over your skin. Who would’ve thought you’d be into this sort of thing?
Your inner muscles constricted around the toy, walls fluttering. More arousal was pooling out of you like a stream, wetting your underwear and loincloth and probably even the piece of wood you sat on.
You loved their hands on you, so subtle no one seemed to notice, yet you were still in public and anyone who would glance at the three of you might realize what was going on in this moment. A shudder runs through you at the very thought of getting caught playing around with the handsome sons of the olo’eyktan. So naughty and so very forbidden for a dreamwalker. All the unmated na‘vi women in the clan were probably cursing your name in this moment.
"You smell so good when you’re close," Neteyam said lowly in your ear just as your hips involuntarily began to twitch and your back arched ever so slightly. "I wonder what you might taste like, paskalin [honey]."
You were about ready to spread your thighs and let him get a taste right here, right now.
Needy as you were, you whimpered pathetically under your breath. His words were enough to sent a jolt of electricity through your spine. Not the kind that made you recoil, but the kind that left your lungs tightening and your thoughts spiraling into places they absolutely shouldn’t be going with this many people still around.
Your fingers curled tightly around the fabric of your loincloth, nerves coiling like springs in your palms. So close. So damn close, all you needed was—
"Uh-Oh," Lo‘ak‘s voice cut through the quiet tension like a sharp blade, causing your eyes to snap open. "Spider’s coming over."
You could practically hear the awkward scramble of composure clattering into place like a knocked-over stack of med supplies.
Neteyam’s hand slipped back to his side, the remote disappearing into his palm and behind his back with a practiced ease that made your stomach flip for entirely different reasons. The glimmer in Lo’ak’s eyes didn’t dim, though. If anything, the approaching interruption only seemed to amuse him more. He appeared even more casual than before. These situations were really second nature to him. Unlike you, who were about to hyperventilate from nerves.
"Relax," Neteyam murmured with a reassuring smile. For a moment, you sighed in relief when the familiar click, click of the remote informed you that he had reduced the intensity of the vibration. But as you waited for the final click to turn it off entirely, Lo‘ak just leaned in to whisper, "be good for us and stay quiet, yes?"
And that’s when you realized, that final click would never come. They weren’t planning to turn it off. In fact, they weren’t even planning to stop.
Clearly caught off guard by this, you still managed to clear your throat. Face still warm, your smile far too tight, you shifted in place and attempted to look as normal as possible. As if your pulse hadn’t just spiked dangerously from a few simple words and a subtle press of a button.
"Sup’." Spider, blissfully oblivious, flopped down on the log in front of you with a grunt. "What did I miss?"
"Not much," Lo‘ak replied, casual as ever. Spider’s brow furrowed slightly as he glanced between the three of you. The smell of sex and pheromones in the air must’ve been unmistakably for a na‘vi sitting this close to you. For a human however, it must’ve been close to nothing. Thank god for small mercies.
"So? That weird remote thing. Did you uh… give it back?"
There was a brief pause. A glance passed between the Sully brothers, quick and silent. Neteyam’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t say anything. Lo’ak, the faster liar of the two, leaned back on his palms and scoffed lightly.
"Oh, that. Yeah," he said, tossing a glance at you, squashed in the middle between them like it was no big deal. "Turns out it wasn’t what we thought. Just a busted old clicker for some projector thing, right y/n? Pretty boring."
Spider narrowed his eyes, "Really?"
"Yep," Lo’ak said easily, but the tilt in his voice was just a little too playful, the grin tugging at his lips too smug to be convincing. He didn’t even bother hiding it.
And then, to your sheer horror, the sound of a click made goosebumps raise all over your skin. With your brows drawn together as if you might beg for mercy at given second, you slowly turned your head in Neteyams direction.
But Neteyam only smiles at you, warm and gentle, yet you know, deep down there’s something mischievous behind it. Something that does make them brothers after all, no matter how different they might appear. And with a hand still behind his back, Neteyam turns the vibrator up.
Shuddering, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as discreetly as you could manage. It takes every ounce of your strength to not start moaning like an animal in heat from the way your inner walls shook with the toy whirring to life inside of you.
Completely obvious to the silent torture you were going through, Spider still eyed Lo’ak suspiciously for another beat, before huffing and leaning forward, grabbing a roasted nut from a shared bowl near the fire.
"Anyway," Lo’ak said, quickly clearing his throat to hide his chuckle, "how’d it go with that one huntress you were talking to earlier?"
Immediately, Spider perked up, a lopsided grin blooming across his face. "Oh, you mean Ale’ka?" He gave a sheepish shrug. "I think I made some progress. She didn’t walk away this time, so I’m counting that as a win. And then she also…"
Oh, for fucks sake Spider— leave! Please!
As Spider launched into his story with the enthusiasm of someone who had no fucking clue that they were completely unwanted in this very situation, you couldn’t even pretend to pay attention to him. Just like Lo‘ak, who you could tell was only half-listening to his human friend.
His grin deepened every time your gaze wavered, which only made your stomach flip harder. You felt his eyes on you, even as you tried your hardest to focus on yourself, on keeping your composure, keeping quiet.
But when you, more or less, accidentally glanced up at him again, you caught sight of a subtle, unspoken communication that passed between the brothers in a blink. Lo’ak tipped his chin up at Neteyam, and Neteyam’s posture shifted ever so slightly in response.
You swallowed. Oh god, please no— Click.
This time, you almost fell forward for real. The vibrations weren’t only stronger now that Neteyam had turned the toy up to its fullest potential, but they were also pulsing, throbbing in perfect sync with your poor clit preparing for an incoming orgasm. Your whole body tenses and shudders.
Pressing your chin to your chest, you try your damn hardest to breathe steady, to breathe quietly, but the fucking hellish thing is pressed so tightly and perfectly against your sweet spot that it’s no use. Every fucking second feels like torture and it’s so good. It’s way too fucking good. Perfect, actually. You’ve never hit the spot so good before when you were on your own.
Your heart was racing, threatening to thump right out of your chest as you arched, squirmed, writhed as subtly as humanly possible while the toy inside of you kept going without mercy.
Vaguely, you’re aware of Spider talking casually with a very unimpressed Lo‘ak, and when you dare to look up, you see Neteyam purposefully making a show of circling the heart shaped button with the pad of his thumb. God, you wanted him to do this elsewhere. Right now it wouldn’t even matter if you’re in public or not, you just needed these hands on you.
Distinctly, you wondered if they would mind their human friend watching at all. Would they let him watch as they devoured you? Would they let Spider watch as you rode them, spread your thighs wider, bend forward and let the other one fill you out as well? Would they enjoy showing you off, praising you for taking them at the same time? Would they—
When Lo’ak barks out a laugh, you nearly flinch from being so on edge, so lost in the thought of falling apart for them, over and over again. Giving your body to them whenever they see fit, whenever you needed to relief stress. "Man, you’re setting the bar so low, it’s underground," Lo‘ak laughs at his friend.
"Hey," Spider defends, pointing at him. "Small victories, alright? You try flirting with someone who could knock your head off with a single punch. Not that I would complain!"
Neteyam chuckles, then uses the moment of their heated conversation to move closer to you. One of his hands, the one not controlling your toy, reaches behind to steady him when he casually leans back. But you know that’s not the reason he has moved at all. You feel his hand on your tail, caressing the soft curve, squeezing the base. It’s all happening in the privacy behind your back, with Spider still clueless about what’s happening right in front of him.
During it all, you somehow manage to stay unnaturally still and oddly quiet, suddenly fascinated with the flames flickering in front of you, the fabric of your clothes, the dirt under your nails from picking at the log. Everything that wasn’t the conversation happening in front of you, Neteyams hands and Lo‘aks eyes flicking over to your trembling frame, waiting and wanting to see you fall apart.
At this point, you didn’t know if they even wanted to see you behave or if they really wanted you to fail. If they were just waiting for you to make a sound and reveal what was actually happening here. Make the whole clan watch as you come with their names on your lips.
You could feel Spider watching you now, his gaze curious, maybe even suspicious. Your hands were folded too tightly in your lap, legs crossed like you were holding yourself together with sheer force of will. Biting your lip harder, you didn’t even dare exhale right now. Every innocent breath could betray you, you were damn near ready to burst like a bubble from all the pressure of trying to hold it together. All the pleasure wanting to escape in sounds, cries and screams and maybe even tears because of how damn good it felt.
There were beads of sweat on your forehead and you could feel your face burning up, which meant that every inch of your skin had to be tinted an angry red. By now you were trembling and your hands were opening and closing aimlessly as you were breathing hard through your nose, wishing you could just spread your thighs and let go, but then—
Click.
Neteyam presses his thumb on the heart shaped button again and slides it down. And now you don’t know what’s worse. The vibrations stop pulsing and instead become one drawn-out, steady line of torture once more. Honestly, you’re not even sure how you manage to not moan or scream or how you’re even still sitting here when all you want to do is to get on all-fours for Lo‘ak or Neteyam or preferably both, even with all these people around. Fuck it, you’d even include their friend if it would make them both happy.
"You alright?" Spider asks eventually and every muscle in your body goes rigid when six pair of eyes suddenly land on you.
No, you idiot. I‘m about to c—
Neteyams hand squeezes the base of your tail hard, but not painful. Still, it’s enough to make you jump. Now the toy pushes against your walls at a new angle, vibrating against your g-spot at full intensity and full force. You’re vision is clouding and light is bursting behind your eyes. Your throat hurts from ragged breaths and trying to keep it all down.
In a desperate attempt to keep in your whimpers, you nearly pass out from holding your breath. But it's just so difficult at this point, it's been going on for so long. You’re so wet and everything throbs and aches, your inner walls constrict around the vibrator, eager to be properly filled. You’re torn between wanting to come, finally having that release slam through your body, or letting this feeling of pleasureembarassementwantpleasure continue to wash over you, fogging your mind and getting lost in it.
Right now, you’re feeling pretty fucking stupid for having ever agreed to this. On the other hand, you’re kind of committed yourself at this point, and, well, at the end of the day you are definitely the kind of stubborn woman who’s not going to quit now. You just wished that telling yourself that was actually helping.
On your other side, Lo‘ak is leaning against your shoulder, a hand to your thigh. He grins at you and— click.
It‘s blindingly, deafeningly good. When you finally come, all you can do is tense up and hold your head down. You hold it in until you physically can’t anymore, then breath out through your nose in one deep exhale. Squeezing your thighs together as hard as you can, you feel the wetness smearing between them as your liquid arousal seeps through the fabric of your underwear. It’s so filthy that you can’t help but shudder.
There is so much pleasure trying to burst out of you like a firework that it whites out your nerves, leaves you stunned and nearly sensationless for a very long moment, before everything comes singing back. You’re still not entirely sure your body's all in one piece, vision fractured and limbs leaden, when you finally notice that your ears are ringing.
Click. Click. Click.
Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when the intense whirring of the vibrator finally stops and you don’t know whether to curse or praise the damn thing. Fucking hell, you’ve never had an orgasm this intense before. You’ve also never been edged this way, nor for so long.
With another heavy sigh, all tension suddenly melts out of you, your trembling muscles finally give in under their constant pressure and you nearly fall face first to the ground —if it weren’t for Lo’ak catching you last second. Everything still pulses and your poor clit feels swollen and neglected as it rubs against your soaking wet underwear. There’s a sudden urge to strip naked and just lay down to let the Sully brothers take care of you in their own way, but the sound of Spiders worry filled voice makes you decide against it.
"Y/N?"
The mewl that tumbles from your lips is quiet, but you’re sure Lo‘ak and Neteyam must have heard it.
"Yeaah, you know how humans are," Lo’ak chuckles over your head as he tucks you under his chin. "She just had too much to drink."
"She‘ll be fine," Neteyam adds, immediately waving off any questions that might sit on Spiders tongue, "but it’s probably best we‘ll take her home now."
"Oh uh, yeah of course," the human nods, albeit slightly perplexed when both brothers immediately move to stand, with Lo‘ak supporting your weight with an arm around your waist and Neteyam with a hand on your lower back.
"Don’t worry, we‘re going to take reaal good care of you, doc," Lo‘ak smiled. Then quietly, he adds, "Just as we promised."
Together, they lead you away from the fireplace, away from the clan and any unwanted attention. But also away from the only familiar path in the forest that you know of: The one that leads you home.
"Uhm…" You hesitantly lick your lips, still raw from biting down too hard on them to muffle your moans. "The labs are the other way."
"The labs?" Neteyam echoes, then smiles gently at you. "Oh, sweet girl, we‘re not going back to hells gate. Too many people."
You slowed your pace, or at least, you tried to. But with both of their hands on your back, urging you to continue walking, it was nearly impossible. Not to mention, if it weren’t for them, your wobbly legs wouldn’t even be able to carry you this far.
"Then where are we going?" You arched a brow as you looked up at either of them. They didn’t miss the way your voice dipped with uncertainty.
"As much as we enjoyed playing like this…," Neteyam begins. His hand brushes lightly against your lower back, fingertips playing with the edge of your waistband as he exchanges a knowing look with his brother over your head.
"What comes now," Lo‘ak then continued with a sly grin, "is only for us to witness."