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Perhaps the first rule of desert exploration—don’t touch the suspicious statue. Especially not after its eyes start glowing after one of the people on your expedition read the text inscribed at its base. But that is exactly what Kaveh does.
He doesn’t do it on purpose, is the thing. He knows better. But he trips over a crack in the uneven floor, and his hand comes out without thinking as he searches for the closest thing that could keep him steady.
“O-oh,” one of the other members of the team says, after Kaveh pulls his hand away like it’s been burned. “Senior Kaveh, I don’t think it was a good idea to touch that.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he says, as if that matters to the gods. He looks at the member of the team who had read the inscription and says, “What does it mean?”
“Oh, um… something about, uh… changing… forms? Or maybe it’s—no, that doesn’t make sense, it’s, um…”
Oh, fucking hell. What is with these new juniors who can’t even read an inscription? If Alhaitham were here they wouldn’t be having this problem. Mind you, if Alhaitham were here they’d be having a shit ton of other problems, probably, so it’s most likely best that he’s not.
“Okay, well, does it say anything about some kind of antidote to whatever changing forms means? How do we stop it?”
“Um… the only thing I think it says is just time.”
“So something is going to happen to me,” Kaveh says, laying it out. “Something about changing forms. And the only thing I can do is wait it out?”
The younger man looks positively terrified. “Er… yes.”
Kaveh pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay, well, we had better head back, then. I don’t want to be caught out here if there’s some curse about to happen. Thank you for your help, everyone. And could I possibly have a copy of the inscription to take home?” He hates having to go to Alhaitham for help, but he needs to know what this curse says.
Feeling an intense sense of dread, Kaveh heads home.
“It says that your form will change to that of his beloved, and that only time will fix it.”
Kaveh runs a hand through his hair. “Seriously? That’s all it says?”
“Would I lie?”
Kaveh scowls. “I’m not accusing you of lying, I’m just—ugh, this is a disaster.”
“This is why you don’t touch strange glowing statues.”
“Well thank you for your contribution!” Kaveh hisses. Alhaitham shrugs.
“I’ll check on you tomorrow,” he says, which seems oddly caring of him. “Go to bed, Kaveh.”
Kaveh turns his nose up and stalks off to his bedroom.
He sleeps fitfully, dreaming in vivid colours, and when he awakens he feels… odd. Different. Heavier. He rolls over and feels something shift on his chest. He brings his hand up to explore, and is met with something much different than what he’s used to.
Panic settles into Kaveh’s stomach as he gropes at the flesh on his chest. He gets up shakily and sits on the edge of the bed, and sure enough, he has breasts. He palms at them gently, feeling the weight of them in his hand. He thumbs across the nipples and feels a shiver go through him.
Your form will change to that of his beloved.
Kaveh stands up and rips off his pants.
Sure enough, his dick is gone. In its place is a pussy, hidden beneath a thicket of blond hair. Kaveh pokes around, feeling it out. His fingers slide between the folds, exploring, and his fingers find some sort of nub, which sends pleasure spiking through him. Kaveh doesn’t have a lot of experience with this sort of—machinery, as all of the people he’s slept with have had dicks. His fingers continue their exploration, probing at his hole, which is a little dry, until they move back up to that nub—the clitoris, Kaveh recalls.
“So that’s what it meant,” a deep voice says, and Kaveh rips his hand away and turns to the doorway, where Alhaitham is standing with his arms crossed, watching Kaveh touch himself.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?!” he demands, covering himself uselessly with his arms.
“I did knock,” Alhaitham says, coming further into the room. “You were busy, apparently.”
“I—!” Kaveh glares, but it drops off his face quickly. “What am I meant to do, Alhaitham? This is a disaster.”
“I don’t think it’s that bad,” Alhaitham says, which is all fine and dandy for him, he didn’t have a pussy. “In time it will go away.”
“Yes, but how much time? How much time do I have to—” he stops, a thought occurring. His hands fly up to his face in a panic. “My face. It said I would take the form of his beloved, is my face—”
“Your face is the same,” Alhaitham says. “It appears only your sex characteristics are different.”
“Oh, that’s just great,” Kaveh says. “What a stupid fucking curse. And what if you already have these parts, huh? Then it’s just a useless statue.”
“Most curses, in my experience, don’t have the staying power to last that long,” Alhaitham says. Belatedly, Kaveh realizes that he’s trying to comfort him. “You should be back to normal in a few days.”
“And what am I supposed to do until then?”
“It shouldn’t be too difficult,” Alhaitham says. “You can simply bind your chest when you go out and people will be none the wiser.”
“But I—” he doesn’t know how to explain that he doesn’t want to bind his chest. He wants his body back. He wants his dick and his flat chest. He feels off balance like this. “Ugh, nevermind.”
There’s silence for a few moments, until Alhaitham breaks it. “Did it feel good?”
“Did what feel good?”
“Before. When you were touching yourself. Did it feel good?”
Something in Alhaitham’s voice has Kaveh turning to him. “You’re kidding, right? I’m over here having a crisis and you’re horny?”
“I’m merely curious,” Alhaitham says. Kaveh scowls.
“Go sleep with a woman if you’re so curious,” he mutters.
“You know where my inclinations lie,” Alhaitham responds, and Kaveh rolls his eyes.
“Yes, yes, I know, with men.”
“Not with men, Kaveh, with you.”
Kaveh pauses. Alhaitham has a habit of doing this, of saying things that could be considered downright romantic, and he never knows how to respond to it. He says it in such a flat way, too, like he’s not trying to be romantic, like he’s just stating facts. Kaveh flushes red and narrows his eyes, trying to gain the upper hand again.
“Are you just trying to get into my pants?”
“You’re not wearing pants.”
“Ha fucking ha,” Kaveh says. “You’re so annoying.”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Alhaitham says. “Did it feel good? When you were touching yourself?”
Kaveh can’t help himself from shivering at the low octave of Alhaitham’s voice. “...Yes,” he says finally, and Alhaitham hums.
“Interesting,” he says.
“What’s interesting?”
“Interesting that you discover you have differing genitalia and your first instinct is to pleasure yourself.”
“I—it wasn’t my first instinct! I was just… exploring!”
“Oh? And what did you discover, Kaveh?”
Kaveh has had just about enough of this conversation. “Why don’t you come over here and find out, then?”
Alhaitham, for once in his damn life, listens. He stalks over to where Kaveh is and pushes him backwards, climbing onto the bed and kissing him soundly. One big hand comes up to cup between Kaveh’s legs, and Kaveh gasps into the kiss at the thrill it sends through him. One of Alhaitham’s thick fingers strokes through his folds, and he makes a noise into the kiss.
“You’re wet,” he says, like he’s remarking on the weather. “Do I have that much of an effect on you?”
Kaveh flushes. “Doesn’t someone have a high opinion of himself,” he says scathingly, although he can’t quite deny that it’s true. Alhaitham removes his finger and then—sticks it in his mouth. Kaveh makes a face.
“That’s disgusting,” he says, even as his pussy… flutters? How does that even make sense? What the fuck is going on down there?
“On the contrary,” Alhaitham says. “You taste quite good.”
Kaveh feels himself turning red. “You can’t just say shit like that,” he says. Alhaitham shifts himself on the bed, mouth coming to press a kiss into Kaveh’s jaw—and then he starts going lower, to Kaveh’s tits, taking them in his hands and biting and sucking at the nipples. Kaveh moans, pleasure shooting through him; his tits aren’t that big, fitting nicely in Alhaitham’s hands as he squeezes and kneads them. Kaveh spreads his legs almost without realizing, hips grinding up against Alhaitham. He can feel him hard through his pants, and with displeasure Kaveh realizes he’s still dressed.
Before he can say anything about that, though, Alhaitham continues his exploration of Kaveh’s new body, lips trailing down to Kaveh’s stomach, pressing against his belly button, before he continues lower. Kaveh gets an idea of what he’s about to do around the time Alhaitham starts pressing kisses to the inside of Kaveh’s thighs.
“Haitham….”
Alhaitham spreads Kaveh’s thighs and then leans in, breath hot on Kaveh’s core, and when he leans in and licks up between Kaveh’s folds, Kaveh almost dies on the spot. Alhaitham’s hands sneak under Kaveh’s thighs as he holds them up, his mouth pressed tight to Kaveh’s cunt, and Kaveh’s eyes flutter closed as pleasure overwhelms him. It feels different from a blowjob, wetter, but he wouldn’t necessarily call one better than the other. Alhaitham seals his mouth over Kaveh’s clit, sucking lightly and pressing his tongue against the nub, and Kaveh moans aloud, hands desperately seeking out something to hold onto. They settle on Alhaitham’s head, fingers grasping the strands in a way that’s probably on the side of too much, but Alhaitham seems completely lost to anything except the way Kaveh tastes. He lets out a deeply contented grumble that reverberated through Kaveh’s body, an appreciative noise like he couldn’t dream of being anywhere else. To be fair, Alhaitham was normally this enthusiastic when he was between Kaveh’s legs; the only real difference is what’s between them.
He’s going to come. The build up feels mostly the same, although it’s faster—normally it took Alhaitham’s clever mouth at least a little bit longer to work Kaveh to release. He’s not sure if it’s the new sensations or if he’s just extra sensitive; either way it’s not long at all until Kaveh is holding onto Alhaitham for dear life, humping up against his mouth and coming with a shout.
Alhaitham lifts his head, looking very much like the cat who caught the canary. Kaveh wants to tell him off, but he’s distracted by the wetness staining Alhaitham’s mouth and chin that all he can do is stare.
Alhaitham wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Kaveh studies him unhappily.
“Are you going to get undressed?”
“Are you asking?”
“Surely you don’t mean to stop now.”
Alhaitham raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Isn’t someone greedy.”
Kaveh huffs. “I can see how hard you are, don’t you try to pin this on me. Get undressed and fuck me.”
“Demanding,” Alhaitham remarks, but he works on removing his clothes anyway. When he’s finished he brings a hand between Kaveh’s legs again, but this time he slips a finger inside him.
It slides in easily. “Guess we won’t be needing the oil,” Alhaitham says, and Kaveh flushes.
“Shut up,” he says.
“I never said it was a bad thing,” Alhaitham says. “It’s no secret that you find me desirable.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“Your body doesn’t lie, Kaveh,” Alhaitham says, slipping another finger easily inside of Kaveh. “This part of you is honest, at least.”
Kaveh’s eyes flutter closed as he stretches around Alhaitham’s thick fingers. It feels different from how it usually does, but still good. He does make these totally embarrassing squelching noises, which kind of make him want to die, but Alhaitham is good enough not to mention it.
The thing about Alhaitham is that he is actually quite a good lover. It’s annoying, because Alhaitham is good at pretty much everything. Kaveh had expected him to be selfish in bed, but on the contrary he was the opposite; incredibly attuned to both Kaveh and his body, he took great pleasure in giving Kaveh pleasure, and tended to flip flop between edging Kaveh for ages or making him come until there was nothing left. He was, Kaveh was loath to admit, perhaps the best lay Kaveh had ever had.
Alhaitham angles his wrist and crooks his fingers and pleasure sweeps over Kaveh like a wave. Alhaitham leans down to mouth at Kaveh’s jaw.
“How are you good at this?” Kaveh asks suspiciously, because there’s no reason Alhaitham should know his way around a vagina like this unless, “Have you done this before?”
“No,” Alhaitham says, fingers still pumping in and out of Kaveh. “It’s merely instinct and academic knowledge applied to your body.”
“You make it sound so romantic,” Kaveh says sarcastically.
“Is that what you want, Kaveh? More romance?” Alhaitham asks in such a way that Kaveh can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.
“Don’t worry, I know I’m barking up the wrong tree,” he says. Alhaitham hums, and Kaveh is left feeling like he did something wrong somehow.
Alhaitham’s fingers slip out of Kaveh and he uses the wetness on them to slick up his own cock. He wraps a hand around the base and positions himself at a better angle between Kaveh’s spread legs. He slaps his cock down on Kaveh’s pussy, who bites down hard at his lip at the obscenity of it all. Alhaitham drags his cock through the folds of Kaveh’s cunt, and each pass of the head over his clit has pleasure spiking through him. Alhaitham does it again, and again, until Kaveh is squirming beneath him.
“Haitham…”
“Is there something you need?” Alhaitham says this with a calm tone, as if they’re simply discussing something over morning coffee. Kaveh hates him, he swears (a position severely undermined by the actual position he’s in).
“Stop teasing,” Kaveh demands.
“I’m not teasing. I’m simply—what did you call it? Exploring.”
“Ugh. Why are you like this?”
“Because we both know you like it.”
And Kaveh doesn’t exactly have a leg to stand on there.
“Do you want me to beg? Is that it? Because I won’t.”
“What do you think you’re doing right now, Kaveh?” And then, before Kaveh can respond to this, he moves his cock down to Kaveh’s hole and pushes just the tip in. Kaveh’s retort flies from his head.
If he expected Alhaitham to finally fuck him properly, though, he’s sorely mistaken. Alhaitham continues to fuck him with just the head of his cock, and each time he pulls out he leaves Kaveh feeling emptier than ever.
Kaveh throws his head back and groans. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Alhaitham frowns. “This is an entirely new organ, Kaveh. I don’t want it to tear.”
“Well aren’t you annoyingly considerate. Go a bit further, I’m fine.”
Alhaitham looks at the spot where he disappears into Kaveh’s body with an expression like he doubts it, but he decides to listen to Kaveh. He pushes in more, cock stretching out Kaveh’s pussy, and Kaveh’s hands slide up Alhaitham’s arms to dig crescents into his skin.
“More,” he gasps, hiding his face in Alhaitham’s shoulder. “Oh fuck.”
Even Alhaitham’s breathing is ragged as he continues to push inside of Kaveh. He goes slow, which part of Kaveh appreciates; the other part of him wants Alhaitham to shove deep inside and fuck him until he cries. But Alhaitham continues to go slowly, being irritatingly mindful of Kaveh's new equipment. When he bottoms out he takes a deep breath and leans his forehead against Kaveh's, before he moves his lips to press against the spot beneath Kaveh's ear.
“You're tight,” he says.
“Well, at least the statue cursed me with your pleasure in mind.”
Alhaitham huffs out something that might be a laugh. “You act as if you're not also enjoying yourself.”
“I'd enjoy myself a lot more if you fucked me properly.”
Alhaitham huffs out something that is decidedly not a laugh. “Don't complain when you're sore tomorrow,” he warns.
“Do I ever?”
Alhaitham doesn't answer him. Instead he pulls out and then shoves back inside. Kaveh swears as he's jostled up the bed, moving his arms to wrap around Alhaitham's neck. He holds on for dear life as Alhaitham sets a brutal pace, and any slight amount of pain he might feel is quickly overtaken by pleasure as Alhaitham fucks into him. That feeling of emptiness is gone, replaced with the feeling of being full, a feeling Kaveh loves. He loves sex. He loves sex with Alhaitham. He loves—
Nope. Not going down that road.
Luckily any unwelcome thoughts are erased from his brain as Alhaitham continues to drive into him. Kaveh moans, a sound that's cut short when Alhaitham abruptly pulls out of him.
“What—”
“Get on your front,” Alhaitham says, and Kaveh's only thought is a series of exclamation marks, because fuck yes. He flips himself over, gripping the pillow as he raises his hips, ass fully on display. Alhaitham slides back in easily, and Kaveh stifles his moan into the pillow. It feels deeper at this angle, and Kaveh can't get enough. He uses his hips to fuck himself back on Alhaitham's cock, controlling the pace, and Alhaitham places two big hands on Kaveh's ass and lets him do it.
He feels his climax building. It never took very long when he was being fucked well. It's a tightening in his stomach and a tensing of his muscles as he clenches up, and just when it's about to become painful—it crashes over him. Kaveh lets out a loud moan that is thankfully mostly lost to the pillow, and behind him Alhaitham's hands tighten on his ass cheeks.
Kaveh slumps slightly, and Alhaitham lifts his hips back up before he takes control out of Kaveh's post-orgasmic hands. He sets up a hard, steady pace, and all Kaveh can do is grip the pillow like a lifeline as he's used. Alhaitham drags his hips back repeatedly onto his cock, thrusting in at the same time so he goes as deep as possible, and Kaveh's impressive brain is currently oozing out of his ears.
Alhaitham doesn't stop. He's always been like this, always lasted a long time during sex, because of course he does. Kaveh's last boyfriend had been a premature ejaculator, so going from him to Alhaitham had been a pleasant surprise.
Not that it was always positive. Kaveh isn't a quitter, but there's been times when he's nearly had to tap out because Alhaitham was edging him for too long, or has made him come so many times that it aches. But Kaveh tries his best to hang on, for one main reason—he loves watching Alhaitham come. Something about seeing Alhaitham, who's usually so put together, lose his composure is almost addictive. When his eyes fall closed and his face scrunches up, he looks cute. And there's something about the deep moan he lets out when he fills Kaveh up that has infiltrated his wet dreams. Alhaitham is hot at the best of times—Kaveh did have eyes, thank you very much—but Alhaitham mid orgasm is something else entirely. And even if Kaveh can't see it from this angle he can hear it, can picture it. So he grips the pillow and holds on, letting his body be used for Alhaitham's pleasure.
It's not just Alhaitham's pleasure, to be fair. Kaveh's borrowed pussy is battered and bruised but it's just as much a trooper as Kaveh is, and the pleasure doesn't abate. He takes Alhaitham's cock like a champ, and all the while a second orgasm builds up in his gut.
When he comes this time Alhaitham swears as Kaveh tightens up around him. His hips stutter, and Kaveh can picture the look on his face with extreme clarity. Alhaitham shoves in deep and comes inside of Kaveh the way he usually does, fingers gripping bruises into Kaveh's hips, until he lets out a full body sigh and lets go. Both of them lay down, one of Alhaitham's arms around Kaveh in a way that can't be called anything other than cuddling.
They lay there for a few minutes catching their breaths. Kaveh's pussy is sore, and he can feel Alhaitham's cum dripping out—
Kaveh sits up straight. Alhaitham raises an eyebrow at his sudden franticness.
“Oh gods,” Kaveh says, as the thought occurs to him. “Can I get pregnant?”
Alhaitham considers this. “Presumably the change is internal as well, so it wouldn't be out of the question.”
“That's not the answer I wanted, Alhaitham! You just came inside me!”
“Do calm down,” Alhaitham says. “I told you curses don't tend to last long. I highly doubt you will have to worry about that.”
“Are you sure?”
“As sure as I can be. And if it makes you feel better, I won't come inside you next time.”
“Oh no,” Kaveh says. “You are not coming anywhere near me for as long as I have this damn thing.”
“Alright,” Alhaitham says. “I still wouldn't worry. You should go back to normal soon. And if not, I'm sure you'll be a wonderful parent.”
Kaveh looks at him in disbelief. “Is that a joke? Are you joking? I'm in my goddamn hour of need and you decided to finally grow a sense of humour?”
“Kaveh, you're overreacting.”
Kaveh takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, fine, maybe. But I meant what I said, you keep your dick away from me until I'm back to normal.”
“Whatever you say,” Alhaitham says. Kaveh collapses onto his back again, letting his head flop against Alhaitham's shoulder.
“Do you want me to make breakfast?” Alhaitham asks.
Kaveh considers this. “Why don't we go out? It's been a while since we have.”
“Fine. I assume I'm paying?”
“Well, the father of the baby ought to pay, right?”
“Ha,” Alhaitham says, very flatly. “Now who's funny?’
“I'm trying to distract myself,” Kaveh says. “Will you help me wrap my chest?”
Alhaitham does, firm hands steady as he helps Kaveh bind. Looking in the mirror after, you couldn't tell anything was different.
“Come on,” Alhaitham says when Kaveh is done getting ready. “Maybe I'll even let you pick out new curtains due to the vulvar trauma suffered.”
Kaveh looks at him in glee; he's been complaining about the curtains for so long he doesn't even acknowledge Alhaitham's comment about vulva trauma. “Oh, it's about time. Breakfast first, then the shops. Grab your key and let's go.”
He's out the door before he can spot the soft, fond smile on Alhaitham's face. Probably for the best. He wouldn't know what to do with it anyway.