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It was like I was walking through the forest for the first time. to feel that connection touched on my hands- peeking through the veil of glass that married my fate to you. as though I was breathing throughout the ways of paradise- it was the first time I saw through you. the first glance of the intense golden stare you gave to me.

There was no wonder I surrendered myself to you. offering my life... my love... all because you showed me a world that I somehow couldn't envision. I saw my own face through those eyes. the joy, the love, my sudden devotion to you as I knew I'd sacrifice myself to you just for your love- to offer my embrace to Eywa just so she could let you see me just one final time.

from the glances you hold onto me, ways where my own breath halt's itself. I saw all that was beautiful from the world you're trying to show me. despite all the colors of love and hopes you have yet to see through me. as the love you gave me( shown me) shines through me like paradise itself.

Hands intertwined against mine, strong and firm as I envision my life through different colored eyes- breathing through the same air as the people I adore. offering everything I can to live through your love. letting you show me things I thought I could never find. leading me into endless bliss. Just to finally open my heart to the world you can show me.

Despite the colors of love, of life. It can only be a dream.

ne tìran mì unil si nìyey to kame kìyevame.

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The Pandora jungle breathed like it was full of life. From the whispers of the nature to the howls of fauna to the drips of Flora. Soft but not violent rain drizzled against the soft creek. The human child, clad in paint and a simple loincloth stood there in the large arms of a kneeling Na'vi. Soft dribbles of rain hitting against their form all the while his eyes stayed focused on the target. Bow strung back ever so gently.

"Keep steady...and loosen your grip Spider..the bow isn't going anywhere, here." The older male would adjust the toddlers arms softly, his soft blonde dreads hitting against his thick bicep. His face only a meter away as his larger hand straddled the boys shoulder and little tummy. Felling each breath of Spider like it was a river.

The two were quiet as Spider and Jake breathed in unison.."now."

And with a simple strung of a arrow. He hit it, it was a simple fish but spider was quick to thank it for providing. Handling his words in the prayer all navi did to thank the life that provide as it returns to Eywa. But he did it! His first hunt... He couldn't help but wrap his arms around the older males neck as he exclaimed how happy he was.. Jake could only let his hands hold the boy as they had their intimate hug in the pouring gentle rain.. despite the soft reflection in the child's exopack he loved looking into his eyes.

"Did I do good?" Spider asked in a tiny voice.

"You did perfect."

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Just as rain was to fall. And even more as the night would glow. Spider knew he had some people to count on. One being his peculiar Freind Kiri. She was always different from the other kids in the clan. From the way she would lose herself within the breath of Pandora as though she could hear every whisper, breath and moan that Ewya made.

Sometimes he thinks he can never understand her due to how young he is- but somehow they both find a way. But sometimes Kiri can have those where she was as dead as eclipse, shunning the world away with her hands against the pallets and trees. Those days he always felt bad for her, In her words she always said it was

"Too much sounds flowing through her mind. It's fucking dreadful." Colorful language included- norm hates when spider curses but he blames Lo'ak and Kiri for that habit. Especially after doing that one trick Kiri taught him to do at Lo'ak after he ate some of her fruit.

When he's with Kiri he can be vulnerable- how he can curl tight inside her form as her lithle but firm arms shield them from the on going looks of judgment- of hate. Who would hate Kiri? Someone fucking stupid that's for sure. She's perfect in his eyes. Just like all of Jake's kids. He wishes he could be just like them in little ways. Graceful and mindful like Neteyam, wise and mighty like Kiri. Powerful and head strong like Lo'ak. Free spirited and careless like Tuk. There's more he could think about that'll make him wish he was born with a different family. A different reflection. Though all of now he'll rest against the thumping of his Freinds chest. steady in her flow as she always is. Constant like the great mother herself.

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"How'd you think I'd look like blue?" Was all Spider could ask the girl. His locked hair gently being braided as she fiddled with the Forrest around her. All the while Lo'ak rested against her side. Humming away at the light of alpha centuari. "Monkey boy you're already blue." Kiri chided with a playful tug against the younger boys hair. "Not that kinda blue' " he yelped, swatting at the girls arm playfully.

"Then maybe don't act so sad bro." Lo'ak mused, examining a funky little leaf that he's contemplating putting in Kiri's hair if she wasn't already doused in leaves and sticks somehow. "Assholes.. I mean if I was- y'know.. like you guys. Would that change how you guys treat me?" Questioned spider with his knees up. Anticipating a response of any kind- a snarky remark- maybe even a no-or yes-

"Not really. You're still you no matter the stripes or color. Plus... How would you be my monkey boy if you're tuks height? Not very monkey of you." Kiri chirped against his ear, ruffling his scalp a little before he could tackle or attempt to tussle her. "I think you're pretty good the way you are monkey boy. Don't you agree brother?" She hummed.

"What we're we talking about again? This leaf was far more interes-" he couldn't even finish the sentence without the two Freinds tackling him for his rudeness and general Lo'ak behaviors.

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"Fairy rings - that's what they use to call them... before they went extinct-" Tommy hummed as his little hands intertwined with Jake's. letting the soft touch of a familiar sensation - almost like velvet cloaked in a dream.

"Faires would dance!" They spun. "Would chant magical words to ward off pesky people!" They twirled.
"And some humans- if worthy can make a wish." He whispered into his ear gently. lovingly like silk- close enough to touch and far too warm against his face.

Oh that face... Reflected as one but his was different. Softer, kinder, more accepting as the world fell around him. Tommy was so close- far too close but Jake's hand couldn't move, couldn't grasp at the little figure twirling away twords the burning blaze. Like a moth to a flame He's too close . Too precious to be burned by the world- stop him. Save him. You should have been there- stupid- stupid- stupid-

"Dad!"

Jake felt his eyes blink before him. Tuk teetering against the damp soil as the rest of her siblings played. "Did you hear what I said!?" She chirped, jumping into his side- Jake long dropping whatever he was doing.

"Whatcha' say Tuktuk?" He added, ruffling her braids against his course palms. "What's a fairy?" She asked. It was a simple question but how did she- "You said fairy a moment ago! What is it?" She chided, letting her tail fling impatiently.

"Um- they're tiny flying people- in stories, folktales and all that. Norm and max could tell ya about those. Especially Max. He's a nut for a good fairytale and all those Jazz... when did I say fairy?" Jake asked humming as he played with Tuk's ears.

She only let them wiggle against his touch. The rain growing faintly more stronger as it pattered against the leaves."When you saw Spider playing with Kiri an Lo!" She jumped at that last part.

"Oh." He hummed thinking what caused him to go so silent- so still.

So His eyes focusing on the three kids playing around. Tumbling against damp soil, leaves and branches sliding through fingers and palms. Water decorating them like a cloak.

Standing like a vision he stood. Short Brown hair trickled with dew drops as his crown. Silk draped with water against a tiny form...light basking behind him like wings despite it being only trickling light....a fairy.. Tommy.

Like a blink in light he was gone. All that stood was a boy with golden hair drenched in powerful water. Painted stripes clading his tiny body in armour, a mask acting like a veil between forbidden fruits. All that stood was Spider. Adoring the world before him as his Freinds, Jake's precious little ones. Danced around as though the boy was a fairy.

And when he looked his way, that smile beaming more than any light basking behind him could do. Jake possibly thought maybe they're right.

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Mother was always quick to tell Neytiri. "One shouldn't hold to the past like a vice. As it can control or set free." Of course she tends to be cryptic, as always.

Despite the groans. Protest and of course dismissal at those things when she was a child, it seems things are getting quite clear. Like the human boy without a mask she views often lingering within her sight. First she was down Right startled! Despite that she soon noticed how... serene the child was.

His features were soft yet so familiar. Like Jake's once human body, but at the age of the demon's son. On some days the two would blend. On days we're she resides in her pallet he often would linger in doorways for quick glimpses. Like a flash of light, gone before her visage.

Though most days she can't even see the little sky person, those days she feels oddly... lonely and solemn? She once asked Jake questions about this little human. She knew he was guardian his emotions again once she felt him stiffen at her response. There's still quite a lot he holds deep within his heart. Those pains take time to heal- she can never force those experiences out. All she can do is cherish him as each day go by.

Despite her feelings, her thoughts. The questions on why some days when Jake thinks she's not looking, he stares at the same sight she sees. But with so much longing...so much pain and love wrapped in his eyes until he blinks to distract himself. Remembering he's surrounded by love and life. Four kids..all tackling against him with glee and love. With all that she can't help but smile.

Yet as she looks out against the doorway a different child lingers. Not one with chestnut colored hair short enough to tickle his face. Eyes warm with a grey blue. Or without a mask. This one she was all too familiar with. Looking at the scene longingly with eyes that held so much pain and love. Golden beaded locks cascading against wood.

Eyes watching the scene before him with distant eyes. As if he's wanting to run into the arms of the scene before him... despite the longing. The pain he simply walks away.

It took Neytiri a moment to realize Jake was looking in the boys direction. The same face of which he chooses to hide on occasion. One that held so many emotions.

Each feeling like a flashing peice of light.

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Letting his little head lean against the walkway. His frame being towered by most the arches and things there- but despite that.. despite the growing pain in his chest at the sight. What was he wanting? What did he desire as he looked through the thin curtain.

The happiness of a family truly wanting him? Being able to rise with visions of love and warmth surrounding him? Or was it the happiness of having someone be there when he falls instead of having to walk off scrapes and bruises with a smile just to cry behind bleak white doors?

Or did he want to feel the touch...the embrace of experienced hands caressing every inch of him like he was a work of art by Eywa herself... letting thick nimble blue hands much larger than any part of his body firmly hold him. Anchoring him to the planet in love and acceptance, but did he desire more than proud glances? Did he desire to be looked at just how he looks at Neytiri? Conviction and love. Power in just single glances like written scripture's and law.

With so much love just focused on him...to touches of intimacy... Spider reeled at the sensation that traveled throughout his body at the thought..the pain- disgust, pleasure. He couldn't stand seeing it anymore. Rushing through the thick lush of Pandora. Letting the plants and sticks kiss against his skin, all to lead into the all familiar creek. Water rising against his stomach. Thoughts passing through him like water through his hands...

Hands...

Hands...

His hands traveling against the faint incline of his pelvis, thoughts of larger more gorgeous hands doing so instead. Quick and nimble to let his twang cascade in the water...

Spider didn't spend time with Kiri and Lo'ak for a whole week after that. He couldn't let them face him. To let them see his filth. To sniff out the vile thoughts of wanting to run into their dad's arms.

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Neteyam was always tasked with helping his siblings with hair washing. As young as he could remember truthfully. With Lo'ak and Kiri always fussing about being old enough to handle their own hair. Or Tuk needing his help to re-braid her hair..he was expected to do so. What sort of big brother was he if he didn't?

Despite all these people who need his help one never came- and though Neteyam always strayed...a distance away from the boy he couldn't help but always be curious about him.

From how he presented himself, clad in azure paint to mimic their stripes. and how rays of the sun would shimmer with his Golden hair unlike Neteyam's own onyx's braids. How he stared at his father with a longing of so much behind bronze eyes. (What was that ping of jealousy surging though his chest?) He was a peculiar boy, but seeing him struggle in the creek- tears swelling up against his eyes as he tried to tackle his tangled locs.

It was depressing to see certainly....he knew his mother wouldn't like this idea one bit, those thoughts he'll have to asses later. Right now it was helping Spider to not pull his scalp off.

"You're pulling too rough Spider." Neteyam hushed in his native tongue. The upside of speaking with him was he practically breathed their language. but he can't dwell on that now as he let his body shift and enter the creek. Long letting his tweng and loincloth rest besides the boys. "If you're pulling this rough it'll cause damage." He chided in that annoying brother manner, as Lo'ak would put it.

His nimble hands letting the creeks water cusp n shift through his fingers as he doused the boys scalp in oil..it was filthy...(he's filthy my love. Not because he did so, because he was born so.) So he washed. Ignoring the way Spider folded into his touch..(he's deprived..his father's a demon Neteyam.) How easy it was as dirt washed against the boys blue hands- how the human let his little hand sink lower, further into the touch despite the public display.

Neteyam should be disgusted- shove the little one away as quick as he could and scream at him for his sins- to yell at him that he'll never be one of them- that he.....

Then why do you caress him as Father caresses mother? Are you too deprived Neteyam? Letting your hands sink lower and lower to wash away the stained pale skin of it's mockery of your stripes..? To pull him closer and closer until his small form straddles you're pelvis as though to mock a display of affection..? Letting that mask - cold and wet.. rub against you're forehead as though he was binding your life to you.

Perhaps you were the one deprived of touch and feelings..? Letting him tempt you through saddened eyes that mirrored one of longing and accceptence. Or perhaps it's knowing. Knowing he'll choose the same man you both adore, revere, respect...and are shackled by.

But again. You ignore it as you let your body sink lower and lower with his. The creeks warmth cloaking your filth as he wraps against your pelvis. Sinking deeper and deeper until there's nothing to be seen against the water.

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(Filthy.) As he let the slick form cower and murmur out his name like scriptures of the first song. Smaller pale legs and arms positioned in ways that had the boy thrusting deeper and deeper against his body. Ignoring the way blades of grass tickled and stuck to their bodies. Locs of gold shuttering like light through leaves as it moved in unison with the older boy's powerful thrust, blue nimble hands caressing his skin. Stripes long already freshly stained this time by much more accurate hands..

Spider couldn't help but buckle at his grasp - his touch that felt just right through his form. As he let his kisses linger through his body. He was too filthy to be kissed on his lips. Covered through a plexiglass veil of air and love. Golden eyes, eyes that see through him more then Ewya herself at this very moment. It made him even more weaker as he sunk deeper within the dirt. Toes clenching against the blades of grass as Neteyam violently thrusted. Size was never an issue for him. Pain was never an issue. As long as he still feels his sweet sweat cascading against his body like necter. The scent he couldn't quite wash away when he got home. letting it lingerie... letting him smell just how close he's being to a perfect Navi.

Those fantasy's can wait, not when he's being blessed by someone willing to find him worthy to love- worthy to mate with. Worthy to bask his scent in to let people know he's his and his alo-

"O...o..Once were done...we need to wash in the creek again- I-" he thrusted yet again, letting his head lay in the crook of the smaller boys neck, sweet lapping against filthy pale skin. (Disgusting...) Despite being so sweet..so poisonous. "M.. Mother and father can't know." They'll never know. He'll be sure to end his cord here if anyone was to find out about how (vile and filthy the first born son. Next in line to be Olo'eyktan! Letting this demon- filth wrapped in mockery kiss and plea against you like a common animal in sheer heal-)

"Ok-okay Teyam..-" Neteyam couldn't help but feel his push get rougher, almost possessively at the sound the boy made. Feeling the tense sensation build up in his knot....tied to yet again thing he's responsible for....

Spider let him wash his hair again. They needed to after all, his eyes glossed in that sweet amber haze that filled the air as Eywa'eveng set her sun yet again. His head rested against the older boy's lithe but broad chest. If he imagines.... it's a much wider one. Firm with experience of battles and war. Held by all in ceremony's and adored by the people...if he lets the fading light trickle into his eyes he can imagine them being someone else's....(filthy demon..) he faces the chest this time. Smaller palled calloused hands rubbing away his filth like necter to a flower. Making sure all is spotless and clean again. His hands being cusped gently as their met with larger lips. Neteyam's.

Golden eyes meeting dull bronze like a glass and coin... despite the other pair leering beyond the brush.

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Seeing was something Lo'ak could do in a heart beat, if it meant seeing past the looks of disappointment his father gave him. Looks beyond the way Neteyam or Kiri would scold him for his brash choices. So what he fought some people? So what if he almost died riding an Ikran! or seeing the way Kiri would chitter to the air like she was talking to ghost! So what if he saw his best friend being fucked by his brother like one of those movies he and Spider watched when Max was gone with norm..

Seeing the way his small body shifted and contorted with Neteyam's ways he only saw when Spider would climb and play tag with them and Tuk. Or how he made sounds he never knew could come out either of their mouths. And how dedicated Spider looked. How gentle yet...weak he expressed to Neteyam. Folding under his touch like a leaf in Kiri's grasp. It was scary at first. Seeing something like a sin being displayed in the open air. Secluded by most but not the sully kid's. The place he met the boy when Dad came by with norm. Or the place where Kiri showed him this trick with a nantang pup. Where he Neteyam argued about how Dad and mom like him better.

Each time he looked at Spider it was different, things he never noticed before, thoughts he never had. Seeing how he perched on logs or branches. Seeing if his Golden eyes could see what hides under his tweng. Sometimes he sees things. Droplets if iridescence down his legs when he and Neteyam come back from somewhere. Or how pronounced his- that place.. is now.

Lo'ak couldn't tell him he knows. Couldn't say he was snubbed again for Neteyam. That or course someone else picked them over him. Couldn't wrap his fingers around the fact he's always going to he last in everything to him. From combat, to riding, singing even... again, and again and again.

He stood behind Spider this time. His golden locs we're like- chains. He remember seeing this one human have it. Apparently dad use to wear those too. Thick and shiny, bleached by the sun of Eywa'eveng- his scent is still there, subtle like a migraine- gone before you can notice how it leaves you're skull blaring like a horn..

He didn't hesitate to grip the boys throat. Didn't hesitate to let his finger's slide violently down against his pelvis- palming against his private and seeing him thrust his pelvis like he was made to do this. To bend and contort to any Navi with a beating pulse and cock. Despite the way he first gripped Lo'ak's forearm, hitching, breathing like he wanted to speak only to buckle before his touch like a nantang succumbing to a blade- to Wonder if his hole could even wrap around his fingers with how many times he's been fucking around with his brother- was he the only one? He could see Spider lining up to please any Navi male to fill something- a void? His holes? His fucking pitiful attempt for masking his crush for his dad?? Did dad even touch him? Promising him he'll be the perfect little pet for the family, to fuck his filthy body like a whore- whore- whore-

"You okay lo'?" Spider asked looking up at the teen. Lo'ak's reflection look absolutely feral- hands held close around the boys neck- quick to let them fall softly.

"Yeah man- just... headache that's all. You find the thing yet?" Lo'ak leaned in, his back arched close and chest closer to the boy. Again he looked. Eyeing the silver peice of metal strung on silver pearls. Feeling spiders hair tickle his collarbone. Ignoring how he tilted his head- ignoring how he went closer and closer to smell the scent of his brother which he could scrub off and replace with anything - anything but Neteyam's.

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It started around some odd weeks ago. The smell- it was sweet like honey but only when it passed by him in a crowd of children. All running past him like a tree. Beyond the long steps of Kiri's legs or Tuk's hops. Past the faint scent his firstborn had when he strolled by. Even when Lo'ak, his precious boy held Spider on his back.

That's when he smelt the scent. Past glittering tags and cords, blue stripes stained against tan skin. His aged honey locs shimmering like twine being spun, beyond the smile he would give him that sent the little one hiding in the crook of his son's neck. He smelt different than before. At commiinual fires how he clung to Neteyam. Or how in play Lo'ak would get rough with man handling him in places he shouldn't even know about. both facing each other in something almost... primal. Or how Kiri caresses and soothes the boy while she solemnly stares at the grass blades before her. Or how Tuk and him played tag around with others. They all had his scent.

When he's in his pallet. Firm arms wrapped around his love- his mate. The vision of his world fragments into so many colors. The scent still lingers. Lingers as his eyes lay waiting on the trickleing glow of Pandora. Beyond the visage of his brother twirling near him. Oh... That's the scent. Tommy had one always. Before he got such a hightned nose. Before the sound of s bell rang through his spine.

Tommy smelt of honey. Not real of course bee's went extinct long ago. But he imagined the scent was close. Sweet, sticky and never really going despite how faint it is. How can someone smell like that anyway? A scent tied to someone gone before his time a new. Long burned and ashes scattered somewhere in a metal plate.

Jake would say he hates smelling the scent on his son's but he doesn't. It's light- like a bell. But when Spiders here he can smell it clear as day. Clear as nectar dripping down the mouth of the beast.. clear and constant like those bronze eyes that would look at him the way Tommy did.

Beyond how messed up he is, beyond the pull of wanting to sniff his locs. Letting that necter like scent rub against his cheek in a mockery of his first mating. Seeing his smaller form wrap and configure to hold-

(God damnit Jake.) He blinked, eyes desperately wanting to sleep as he clutched Neytiri closer and closer. Nestling her head in his defined neck. Smelling the faint scent of oils and nature. The same scent he's grown to cherish and adore. Beyond the faint desire of honey behind his nostrils.

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Festivals, celebrations, or anything dealing with Navi culture Spider adores- but even more so loathes them. Being as he can't connect to the world he was born in. To feel Ewyas embrace as she does to all her kids..

These celebrations alienated him even more from what he wants..

Uniltaron is important rites for Na'vi, a vision to become one with the clan officially, to find ones spirit animal and become one officially with Eywa. The first half of the day is preparation with the clan, foods and instruments prepared for the later half of the festivities. Being as the actual rite is close only to families and loved ones. Spider Heard stories of Jake's. Hearing how he saw so much - even the mighty Toruk being his spirit animal. Of course it was! The feeling of pride - Passion and awe every time Jake tells them this story... Which often were the rare times Spider was able to stay late with the Sully's when Neytiri allowed it.

He always loved those nights- until he was sent home. Knowing his Freinds and family will be nestled in one hammock, warm and full of comfort as he lays against his dulled cot, clutching the bleak fabric.

But todays not for dwelling- today's a celebration of rite of Navi and one thing he'll try to do is have fun. Him, Kiri and Tuk we're always scuttling about this day, eyeing the artfully crafted garments and accessories. The clans gorgeous instruments being shined and perfected. Kiri during most festivals helped with the planning and decorating as did most healers. Mo'at insisted she have a day to learn about Uniltaron. Being as one day she to, will be head of this ceremony right?

Spider couldn't help but adore the garmets. Colors bright and warm before his eyes, ways glass and stone weave together into beads and of red's and blacks. Fire ! It was supposed to be fire. Warm and controlling but dangerous and destructive. His hands graised against it like hair. Cold beads passing through his fingers- wishing, wanting -

"Spider! Hurry up! Their bringing out the fruit!" Tuk yelled excitedly from the distance, jumping up and down, her Joy and excitement shaking Spider out of his daydream.

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Kiri loathed doing festivities Sometimes. Not because of her people far from it. It was the energy they gave off. Too much sounds and sight's mixing in a sweet millstone of wave lengths. And she hated it. Hated how she couldn't enjoy the joys without a splitting headache on a bad day, or a migraine at best. But today was going to be special. Despite the pain and migraines behind her golden eyes.

This is going to he Spiders first dance! Of course she hid the details from the boy but she pulled some strings- as Dad calls it.(and her birth mother, clad in a expression of serenity) she doesn't know what part they'll assign him as those come after the hunt, but she knows Monkey boy will absolutely blow them out the water. (Norm taught her that one.)

Lo'ak and Neteyam we're off doing their own respective things during the first half of planning. Teyam helping dad and watching as the future leader in what he needs to know to oversee. Mother was preparing the food with others as Ninat practiced her song. She tends to help with the hunt's music. And her other brother on the other hand? He was too busy bothering Spider. Hands pulled around his waist despite the size in height and difference in age. Seeing spider close against the warm bark laughing at what ever Joke Lo'ak made. They confuse her sometimes.

She never knows if to be mad or happy that Spider can connect with her siblings, or worried that he found a way to weave his web around all the Sully's. Close and woven to some. Distant and stalking to others scared he'll get squished if he venture's too close.

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Neytiri always found Uniltaron rather...strange. her's was more then enough when she did it. Visions of trees held against her body. Sights of a figure holding her firmly under shimmering tendrils of the tree of voice's. Of course now she knew what Eywa showed her.

But at the time? She was confused as one could be. Wondering why great mother decided to in-trust her with such a vision. Oh how she has to thank her. Blessing her with bountiful boons of a family. After so much heartache and loss. Jake... Her Jake. Strong but oh so sensitive...even if he doesn't show it all that much. And her blessings from the great mother. Neteyam, Kiri, Lo'ak...and her littlest one Tuk. All precious moments woven into her heart.

She would fight ten times over again to have them be in her life she thought. Letting her blade slide through the meat thinly against the stone. Ignoring the chittering and chatter of others as they prepped and prepared meals. This was going to be Jake's 8th dream hunt if she remembers. Ma sempul... Would be so proud to see him, he always got worried with this...now sa'nok- she was far more serious with the celebration being the spiritual leader... She rarely sees her mother during these events in the morning or night. Today was going to be a special one.

Her darling Neteyam's Uniltaron. She's going to oversee it of course. But it'll be his rite to becoming accepted as a Navi adult in the clan. She couldn't be any more excited. Her eyes darting to see the faint visage of her son chittering away with other boys and girls who were to do their hunt..her eyes keenly aware of how Neteyam's eyes would drift over to Spiders. Then back to the chirping group.

She's guessing he's uncomfortable by the situation too. He shouldn't be here for this. For such a ceremony that's vital to a member's growth into the clan. It wasn't a simple celebration one can just show up to..but she didn't want to make this special day soiled by the past. So she'll allow it. Humming a simple tune as she prepared her son's favorite.

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Lo'ak was aggravated the whole day. Prepping and planning and seeing to it that "everything goes well for today. " All bullshit(thanks dad) in his eyes. Today was Neteyam's special day into becoming a man. Accepted even more by the clan. Perfect and untouched by all, finally to display how perfect he is yet again.

It made him more moody than usual he noticed. Choosing to find more duller task to do around the clan. Kicking stones. Taking some samples of the feast getting scolded of course. And visiting his favorite clan whore bro Spider. It was hell getting him away from Tuk. She and him kept helping around with the preformers hair and markings. But it was worth it to see his face light up when he came with him.

Letting him straddle against his knee as he whispered against his ears. Feeling those golden twines interlock with his demon blooded hands. Flow down his fingers like sweet necter, Lo'ak loved feeling his hair. Smelling his scent against those locs. Seeing how he looked at him like he was perfect... seeing how he wanted to be here with him, wanting him, wanting to touch him, feel him. Love him.... It made Lo'ak swell with so much he couldn't even show-

"Spider, can you help me with preparing my markings." An annoyingly familler voice rang through Lo'ak's ears as he let his pupils sharpen at the figure next to him. His eyes that familiar shade that mirrored moms.

Neteyam stood close, far too close. He should have known he'd find a way to ruin another moment of his, his hands gripping his palms in that way when they get scolded. He was angry.. absolutely livid...good.

"we're kinda busy Tayem." Lo'ak hummed, letting his hands pull the boy closer to his lean lithe form, fingers softly playing and toying with his tweng. Pulling the string slowly, deliberately. If he wanted to. He absolutely could...let his hands fully pull the string, sending the wall of fabric away and leave him bare to Ewya.... If it wasn't for the hand violently grabbing at his wrist.

"Busy fooling around again when we should be preparing for the hunt? Just because you're not ready doesn't mean the others have to wait because of you."

Neteyam chided. Ignoring the way Spider looked away from the two. His golden hair concealing what ever expression was on his face. The way he would grip his palms letting his nails dig into them as he let the two chide and argue over something unimportant like him.

Lo'ak felt his blood run hot. Ears flattening to the back of his head. Tail whipping like a crack against stone.

"OH! You mean prepping for Dad and mom to gush all about how perfect you are?? How proud they are that they didn't have a son with fucking flawed features-."
He pointed. Shoving his finger into his brothers from chest. Ignoring the growing annoyance on his face as he did so repeatedly.

"Well that shit can't fool me. I know just how filthy you are. How deprived you have to be to fuck spider of all people? Heh! Mom and dad would have a field day with that-" he couldn't even finish the sentence before being tackled. Fist and hisses going through the air as they brawled. Bone buckling under fist. Under kicks, pulling of tails and hair as they fought. Spider wanted to stop them- tried to even- but this getting hit in the stomach with a Navi teen elbow isn't the greatest thing to happen to him...

But compared to feeling his body hit against a familler broad body. From in it's hold as he came closer to the scene, It was absolutely nightmarish. Seeing him in such a state. Tweng almost pulled to the point his crotch was almost out. Hair tussled and messy from previous hands. Spider wanted to fucking die.

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Jake didn't know if he should be fucking furious or concerned at how his son's can find ways to fuck shit up on days. Seeing the two boys brawl before him when Neteyam and a few others had dream hunts in just an hour. But the hiss he let out and the violent grip he gave to both their kurus woulda made him even wince. Seeing them stand their in equal shock, horror, and the classic face of "we're fucked." Jake's just happy this was in a area far from most the clan. But god was it a bitch to find them.

"Now I don't know how you two fucking decided to act today. But I could give two damn's Right now if it wasn't for the fact today's important for more then just one of you." He hissed through his teeth. Letting the strong base in his voice send the message.

"Straighten the fuck up boys. Am I understood? Neteyam? You know better than to act like a child. More so on this day too? and Lo'ak? Get yourself together." Jake hissed. Pushing his boys forward as they strided over, tails between their legs as they always do.

Jake already felt the migraine form. He hated speaking to his boys like that, but damnit do they love testing his patience on certain days. And today of all days? He's shocked he didn't just explode.

As to what cause them to act this way when things were going smoothly? He couldn't help but noticed how shaken up Spider looked. How he held his abdomen and desperately tried to pull up his tweng. ignoring how it did absolutely nothing to hide the imagination, to conceal that tiny form from viewing eyes as he paraded it-

Jake could only sigh as he knelt down to the smaller boy, letting his golden eyes meet dull bronze. Eyes that desperately tried to look away from his in fear he'll see all his secrets, wishes, hopes..."what happened here bud?" Jake asked, letting his voice calm when speaking to spider.

Ignoring how the boys breath hitched when he addressed him, or the way his ears picked up the way his heart beat faster and faster. "Just... The usual things Mr. Sully, sir." He added. Finally looking into Jake's golden eyes.

"If you know anything, Spider. Don't be afraid to tell me. Alright?" Jake ruffled the boys golden locs as he stood up. Ignoring how he smelt the same sweet scent of honey and necter against his finger tips when he walked to the clan. Ignoring how he desperately let his finger tips touch his lips.

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Neytam felt horrible. He never liked fighting his brother but today annoyed him. Annoyed him how he held Spider like that. Touching him, filling that scent of his around every corner till the point he made the boy scrub red in the creek. He did actually want the boy to help him with his markings. To feel small nimble fingers worship and slide against his skin, lovingly stroking his firm and lithe body. Going lower and lower to his waist. So intimate it could rival the love his father has for his-

"Something on your mind ma ʼeveng?" His mother hummed. Snapping Neteyam out of his thoughts. The familler scent of white clay and oils mixing together as the familler scene flickered through.

"Nothing mother, just... Lost in thinking." He added.

"You certainly lost a lot of that when fighting you're brother my love." She sharply said, her tone as always never faltering when speaking. Only eyeing him fondly.

He felt horrible - adding stress to mother and father, disappointing them when they provided so much for them- lost so much for them for him to be here and be worthy enough to have them...

"I did mother. I'm sorry." He responded, letting his tail and ears fall downwards in his shame..

"No need to apologize my love. I'm just worried. So is you're father, we'll always be here my love. Forever and always. Remember that." She said. Letting her hands swirl around her son's cheeks before finishing his markings, proudly letting her hands cusp his chin.

"Are you ready Neteyam?" She simply smiled at the joy before her.

"Yes, mother." Neteyam added, letting his face softly beam.

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Once a hunt is concluded the participants celebrate the visions shown by the great mother, with songs, dance and feasting upon what she has given. All in hopes to show the clan the splendid sight she has shown her children. Neteyam was absolutely ecstatic to eat something other than glowworms.

The celebration is filled with a glorious feast prepared all in the morning of favorite meals of the hunters which for neytam was absolutely the stewed Yerk mother made for him. And the sweet fruit Kiri and Tuk picked with spider.... who Neteyam couldn't see in the crowd with the others, he tried to ask Kiri but she simply smiled and continued eating her meal. Even Lo'ak- who Neteyam had a truce with through fruit that his brother reluctantly accepted.

The dancing was to soon start. This part was the most important for the clan as it was to be the visions come to concept, to show others what one has seen from great mother- Neteyam was confused by his- scared even. Water, cold stone. Harsh and unforgiving stone. Red soiled within water. It was confusing to say the least, but calming.

His father soon joined them sitting besides them as he cusp his two sons necks, resting his lips against their temples in a loving manner, he only does this as a sort of apology or when he's feeling sentimental...or proud of them. In this case he doesn't know. But is happy none the less... With the dimming of the torches, letting the fires crackle before them. A mighty drum booms into the start as the performance is set to start.

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First came the water, represented with shimmering twines and leaves woven amongst the performers bodies, motions of life and beginning swirling into one, hands cusping against calf's as a chain into spiraling motions. Lights and sounds combined in smooth waves to the others, presenting that of a new beginnings.

This reminded Jake of when he first found out about Neteyam's birth. Water was Right there for all his key moments. His first kill, his first shimmering smile.

To Neteyam it reminded him too of new beginnings. And new pains. Water enclosing on his body as he and Spider sink lower and lower into something he can't quite name.

For Lo'ak it was of rain, dripping against his body as he ran through the Forrest, angry at the world for so much things he couldn't quite think of.

Second came stone. Clad in grays and full of beaded stones and marbles, it was harsher in it's movements when compared to waters, having it caress against it's surface like a embrace of power and love, but also of pain and heartache when Neteyam thought about it. The feeling of his spine beating against the cold touch of wet stone.

To Jake it was the emotion's of a cracked whip. Paralyzed body stuck between dry cobblestone, begging, arching to move- to do anything to get up as he laid there unable to fathom the way his spine caved.

As the two elements mixed and waned in on each other like one. Dancer's swiftly strumming up in passion, music going from it's softer almost harsh tone beating up faster and faster, Neteyam felt his heart beat thunder against his chest at the next part. The scene that was to send dread through his body. Blood. Blood to finally kiss against stone in an emotion he couldn't understand. The figure being held by the performers representing stone, all held up in a powerful display. Foreboding and magnificent.

Finally, came blood. The sheets of thin glass coated against the flames to cast a red hue to room, audience gasping and awe at effects shown.. Neteyam desperately looked around, wanted to find anything to anchor to, desperate to ignore the fear building up in his chest- so he looked to Kiri - she was... smiling. Why was she smiling? He wanted to ask but all she could do was softly point, eyes telling him to watch closely. To accept what's to be shown next.

So Neteyam listened. His eyes darting to see what was to come - his chest thumped as he stared, ignoring how his father looked almost worried at the sight before him, ignoring the way Lo'ak huffed in agony at the anticipation.

The sound of metal whipped through the air like a arrow hitting against stone. He could have sworn he saw dad flinch at the sound. But what came with it shocked not just Neteyam, but Jake and Lo'ak.

Like a bullet cracking though his spine, like a arrow piercing the wind, and like a fall from a cliff- Spider pranced out clad in glittering red beads that dripped against his body, and red paint covering parts of his body like blood. His hair interwoven in a messy array of twigs and reddened flora and leaves.

His movement was quick like a wound, sharp like a knife but passionate as he embraced the figure, wrapping, coiling around them in so much passion it was scary. How he spun, legs arched in ways Neteyam was familiar with but seeing it through dance was much different, scarier, water mixed around him as he was grabbed, handled by the dancers representing the shifting pull of waves carrying blood on their streams, closer and closer to the audience. All to be surrounded by the waves encasing stone, stone encasing the two figures before them.

Spider danced around the Navi, the one representing the figure Neteyam saw in his vision. How he spun with passion, encasing closer and closer to the figure like he was a prey. But the way he enclosed, caressed, leaned and worshipped the one who stood there was passionate. Full and firm. So much love hidden inside each movement despite the subject matter. Who was Spider dancing for? Was this intended for the one he truly loves?

And if so, who truly holds that title enough where he'd spill his own blood, die at the hands of anyone just to keep them safe?

To love and worship them more than anything he could muster, to devote himself to every aspect of his body, his soul and life. Neteyam simply just looked at the scene. Looked at the glittering figure casted in red light and paint.

Unaware of how his father's breath was gone when seeing the boy, reminding him so much of what he lost, the blood spilled, the fire wrapping around his brother like a cloak as he was transformed to ash. A dance seemingly dedicated to him despite representing all of what his dear son saw. The passion, emotions and devotion danced through a single soul all for what seemed to be for him.

Lo'ak was dumbfounded by the whole thing, Spiders tone, existence and sheer magnitude in this dance, like a flicker and flame he was on fire. Dancing for so much despite having so little all to convey something. Would Spider have this much emotion for his Hunt? In his life, for his soul, his devotions. It sent shivers down Lo'ak's spine at the prospect.

As the scene began to close out, fires dimming down, the once passionate and blazing music lowering as the dancers drifted away only leaving Spider and the figure alone. All as he looks into the crowd, cloaked by glittering beads. His vision staring out onto the three blue figures before him, his chest huffing out, breath hitched, all as he poured out his heart into one dance. Hoping someone out of the three would know.

Would know how much blood he would spill to protect them, love them, worship them. Things he'd sacrifice just to see the colors they've shown him again and again. All in his secluded dream of love.

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Lo'ak never really cared much for the base. Bleak sterile walls coated back and fourth with nothing but bare emptiness, even the busying rooms filled with cords and wires couldn't paint interest. Especially the room Kiri's mom was in.

Which explains why he's even here right now. Well besides the fact he wanted to hang with spider. The breathing mask was a chore but being able to actually touch, feel, claim and even kiss the face he saw. (One thing Neteyam couldn't do.) Cloaked away from the air of Pandora that mask was his lifeline to a world filled with so much color and pain.

Which is why Lo'ak decided to bare the greatest fruit of all to Spider. Like seeds thrown into the jaw of a beast, he shares. Letting thick seeds slide down his own mouth through a passionate kiss. Burying all his hidden scriptures of love (hate, sadness, longing-) down Spiders throat.

All while the golden wings of their illusion melt away like waxed wings. Lo'ak leaves, leaves his comforting arms that sooth him when he cries. Leaves the ecstacy that fills his body. All while Spider is to bare a his seeds like a delicious fruit.

Unaware of the roots tearing through his body like old machine's. All because Lo'ak gave him a drop of his necter.. and whole of his fruit.

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"Why are we watching this Tommy?" The little boy huffed like it was yet another chore to be done. Thoughts of things, ideas, and stuff he could be doing rather than being nestled in the crook of the faux leather couch. The sticky almost leather like fabric sticking to his skin like sweat.

"Hush.." he smiled again, something sweet and dainty. It was funny how despite being twins they we're nothing alike. Nothing the same but a reflection of fire and glass. Ash and water. Tommy was pure. Sweet. Untouchable by the mortals of all.

Despite Jake's thoughts he let the movie play. Glittering costumes of light and rhinestones played out before him. Ballet? This must have been a vintage recording Tommy got from mom when it was his birthday. He loved anything ballet, use to do it before Dad caught wind of it. He and mom argued so much during those times Tommy had to stop. He always kept other people in mind over his own needs, like a Saint cloaked in light and virtue.

Tommy lingered closer to his brother, small hands resting intertwined with his own. Perfect mirrors of one, soft and calming. Reassuring and perfect as he let his head rest against the crook of his brother's neck.
"This is my favorite part...Titania is absolutely gorgeous isn't she?" Jake looked. He doesn't remember seeing her all that much. Glittering white and ivory flowing across a stage like it was water. Lights dimming against shimmering skin. "Yeah.."

"Did you know there's twins in this play too? They have a love triangle if I remember correctly." Tommy mused in Jake's arms. His eyes still drawn to the screen like it was the most important thing. His eyes watching how much the fairy king desperately tried to get the affections of his queen. From gifts, to flowers, even if it costed him using a spell.

A spell...does Tommy not know how much spells he's casted on people? From him, his dad. His teachers, the other boys, all because he's so far out of reach. Like a distant planet filled with fresh air and water...

Large blue hands caress the side of his small face. Much larger than anything Jake could remember, he was so small. So perfect, so pure. Not scorned by the world in a fiery display. He loved Pandora. He didn't even get to step foot on the planet, to see the gorgeous life it had..."do you think fairy's are real Jakey?"

Soft pale blue eyes looked at his golden ones. So much pain where in them, heartache and suffering that it made jake want to wrap himself around the boy to hide him from the world. "Yeah..Tommy, they sure are. They look really neat you know that?" Jake hummed through tearful eyes. why on Eywas name was he crying?

"How do they look?" He asked, letting his smaller hands, so soft- delicate like satin shoes against granite floors. "Tiny... white... and gorgeous..." They weren't really fairy's Jake knew that. Wood sprites, Atokirina.

"I can show you one...if you want?" Why are you fooling yourself in this dream. Jake, why couldn't you let him rest. To lay and dream like all that falls before him. "I'd love that." Tommy responded like a bell.

"Ma Jake.." he felt his eyes open like satin, his arms around familiar blue skin, scent of oils and love wafting through the cool night air. "Yeah..? Neytiri?" He asked his stunning mate. His life line of life and love. But why did she look at him like that. "...why is that star so bright?" Jake didn't hesitate to look up at the glittering sky. His eyes glued desperately to a shimmering sight that wasn't there before. Locked in cool crisp collections of diamonds one shone brighter, hotter. Closer. Like Tommy standing out amongst a sea of people in the City. It was too Bright too artificial.

They we're coming back.

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"Can you tell me a story Jakey?" Tommy asked like it was the most casual thing to the child. But Jake couldn't say no to him. Never could... The same colored eyes reflecting through his like a fairy shimmering dust to lull him into sleep. It was simply like clockwork.

"Fine, fine! Um...so there's this princess right?" He fiddled with his brothers hands as they faced each other. Eyes met in a concentrated routine. "She loved this prince... despite meeting him only once - she was- was supposed to fall asleep for 100 years." He fumbled.

Tommy didn't mind one bit. Still engaged with Jake's sad attempt at telling his rendition of a familiar tale. "Did she... really sleep for 100 years?" Tommy asked so genuine. Jake felt his little heart thump like it was a daydream. "Yeah...but she was going to see him again yeah?" He made this part up now. "He's going to be stronger, heck Tommy maybe taller. But he'll finally wake her up. Wake her and they'll be together forever.."

"Like you and me?" Tommy went closer, too close to the boy, nuzzling his neck as he let his eyes drift beyond the starlight, beyond years ahead into space unknown...."yeah Tommy...like you and me....."
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"Wake up, princess you've been sleeping far too much." The child heard his ears ring as he felt his eyes flutter against the sudden light. It was too bright. Too- cold and uninviting to be a dream. Like being thrashed from heaven he was a tiny form resting against a large cot.. eyes being rubbed together as he looked around- he was floating. He was absolutely floating! He couldn't quite believe it...Jake said it was space where you could float- maybe this is it? He didn't care.

The boy disregarded the worrisome face the woman had as she yelled his name too far away to repeat, beyond the windows and figures of other people resting against the ship. He was on a ship Right? Was it really one!? He didn't care. All he wanted to do was see- see something to make sure he wasn't playing make believe.

And there. Beyond the white bleak walls, against the faintest tint of blue. Stood tge most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Gorgeous and clad in a shimmering blue as if a fairy godmother claoked her in a new dress he admired how stunning it was spinning against the starlight like dancing at a ball. He held his eyes to the window. To the way Pandora? That's her name right? As she released her box of wonder into his world...

"Tommy!! You can't do that again!! We still have to make sure you're vitals are stable, you know you're the first to make it through cryo-sleep right? That's a long journey for someone your age."

Tommy didn't pay much attention as he started at the starlight shimmering Through his window pane. "How long are we until we get to it?" He asked like a bell. Chiming and shimmering beyond recognition.

"About a month and some change...Why Hun?" The lady asked, almost tired but eager by the interest he had. "Because I can't wait to see what's in store."

See Jake... they'll be together forever Right? Just with a little time...

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It was like a fucking nightmare. Cloaked in smoke and ash, shivering bodies resting against soiled earth as the vision of fallen bark crushing against bone and rock felt so familiar. They way Neytiri. His strong mate, his rock in any situation seemed to have crumbled at the realization that her home was to once again be riddled by the Earth's dregs, parasites coming to leech off them again and again....

It simply made Jake want to hold the woman till she went to sleep. To lie and say this was all a dream, all these years of peace, prosperity and so much more locked into one as he breathed in the familler oils of her hair. Jake couldn't utter another word. How can he? His wife was falling apart right before his eyes. In jis strong firm arms.....

He couldn't even fathom how the clan must be feeling - the sights of Na'vi looking into the sky to see that shimmering speck loom closer and closer- the chaos. Trauma and pain it carries as a sign of terror and hardship. He and his mate, the elders, mo'at- hell norm. So much things had to be prepared - how the hell is he going to tell his kids their childhoods are about to be ripped from them? How can he explain how vile - evil the RDA is without ruining their Innocence? God- if only Tommy was-

He would have had a plan from the jump. Setting things in order, handling the cacophony of tears and screams carried through the wind as people, families asse the situation...and to add shit onto it? They contacted the Human base. Which should be expected but fucking damn it did it feel like a gut punch, some were given pardons or to stay traitors. He wouldn't be shocked if all of them joined really...

"Jake, you listening?" Norm snapped his fingers in front of the man, the tired drawl of his voice spoke volumes of hoe much these weeks have been on them...it's been like what- ten weeks since the star was sighted? 4 since the RDA contacted them. And now they're dealing with more shit.? "Yeah, yeah..I hear ya' Norm."

Norm looked at him like he wanted to call him every colorful language under the book like Grace would. He didn't thankfully. All he could do was slide through statistics, images, files. Important documents Max was able to scrounge up from database's far from the planet by now.

"As I was saying... they're arriving in Almost a damn month Jake. This gives us- the rest of us at least. A chance to evacuate into High-camp. We've got supplies, we can hook up Grace too. Hell we can probably bring in a new trailer for damn sake..." He pinched the bridge of his nose. Red-brown furrowed brows arching like he's been in agony. "We just. Have time...Jake. you can go over the list and all that shit' I'm running some ground things with the non-RDA people in this establishment." Jake knows he was trying to be funny.

It didn't help what so ever as the man walked out the room. Cold walls- air tank fluttering through his lungs as he gave one final huff as he let the silence and buzz ring in his ear. Eyes closing and thoughts empty as a well of water, only buzzing of electronics and data-pads...and the faint smell of honey carried by the sound of soft footsteps.

Getting closer and closer to him. Jake would let his eyes flutter open, only to see the boy he's grown so use to. "Hey bud. You know you shouldn't be in here right?" Jake chided tired. He didn't feel like babysitting Spider, not like he's ever had to the boy's a trooper. Strong enough to handle himself...until Jake remembers just how old he is. How he Sometimes hides his tears when he scrapes his knees or the way he curls up when The family has to part for the night. Showing off affection in a glorious warmth and display-

"They're going regret fucking with us." Jake felt his tail lash softly at the sudden tone of the boy, yeah he's heard spider curse with Lo'ak and Kiri a few times here and there but damn he never was bold enough to do it in front of him. Spider just got closer, his hands reaching up- halting at how much Spider wanted to caress them...to kiss them okay and tell Jake he'll die, he'll devote all of him, everything just to keep his world- they're vision safe.

So he did... softly letting his hands hold the males larger digits- soft calloused hands resting in the mist of aged experience. Years of carving, worth, love, labor. All that could fit in those massive hands. "For coming back. Starting all this again.. "I- fuckin' hate it-" spider let his conviction seep through in little ways.

He was never good at words. Neither was Spider, which made him appreciate just the small silence carried out through the base, through the faint heartbeat carried by his hand firmly placed on his chest. It was huge on the boy, far too huge. But feeling that faint heartbeat, seeing how serene his face was. How calm- how happy he is just to be here to support him?

Jake felt his heart fold at the prospect. Of resting, just laying down to finally let the great mother take him away and calming him. (To feel those tiny hands kiss against his knuckles the same way Tommy use to..) his nostrils flared softly at the wafting sweet scent of honey yet again. It was always close when Spider was here. And it's stronger against his hands... Jake let those hands. Hands that done so much for him.

Hands that hace guided him twords a new future, a new love. New life and so much within his touch that it was a blessing he didn't- couldn't see it nor Invision what it was. Hands that cusped the tiny face against his palms. Thumbs softly noting the faint quiver of lips against calloused hands. He pretended they were someone else's lips. Someone who knew him far too well- far too soon...he let Spiders lips graze his thumb like it was perfectly his. His eyes squinting just slightly to imagine how Tommy would look with hair similar to his.

Would Spider like his hair cut like Tommy's? Would Tommy look the same with Spiders golden locs. Would beads and knots tussle around his hair like fountains of honey? Would...his lips feel the same as his. Jake didn't want to ponder the expectations he'd throw onto him. The pain. So much pain...so he let his hands slide away from the desperate touch. Only to ruffle his head of hair. Thick golden stands sliding through large fingers...

Spider could only stand their as Jake walked out. His own little fingers touching against his lips. Lips that tasted so much... tasted sweet fruits of Lo'ak's love. The necter of Neteyam.. The hands of Kiri's grace.. but this taste was far much better than any of them..

It was his life, his existence, his devotion all wrapped into one man.

It was Jake's.

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Tommy didn't expect Pandora to be so lively and lush. It was like walking into a fairytale- color's he couldn't envision mixing together into hues that cloaked his eyes. Even more so as he awoke to see the pattering stars dripping into the blank sky of the planet.

To the abundance of Flora and fauna that could cloak him into sweet nothing's...but one thing he adored, the planets was the glow of evening. How it glittered into a cacophony of Colors through his window - through the eyes he saw reflecting sweet joy into his own. Jake would simply love this wouldn't he? Tommy thought he would.

The thoughts of seeing him and Jake twirl against the daybreak, as night slumbers yet again to mask her Joy as the sun sets. To hold his hand like a trance to let him dip him like the times he's done. Only wearing a sheet to mimick a glittering gown as Jake spun him. So Tommy did so in the cloak of Pandora's setting eclipse. The cold sheet provided by the base flowing within his little arms. Spinning, twirling. Cascading his body to imagine familler hands mirroring his own dipping him slowly to mimick the old movies they would watch.

Each time his hands touching his lips to flutter at tye thought of his mirrored to kiss his. Decorating them with his own love. His mark that despite the dreams he would have, just to feel those arms so similar to his to hold him.

Leaning against the mirror like a reflecting lake. Tommy was much more different compared to Jake. He was so much more passionate, bright, loving. He was his other half, his prince, his best friend...and Sometimes in the cloaked sheets of their bed- hands tied into sweet knots, forehead's nestled against ine another...they were love-

"Hey, princess boy, enough playing. Ardmore needs you for some testing." The cold male interrupted Tommy's dreaming. The thin sheet dropping against his little figure as he stared at the talk blue male clad in deep black shades that reflected the world around him, ignoring how his body flexed like all of them. Power cloaked in blue truly was magnificent.

"What are you playing in that little head anyway huh?" Mansk could only crouch looking at the boy. He was like Sully wrapped in a facade of a fairytale. Visions dainty like a fluttering butterfly. He was a trip for sure.

"That I was dancing with someone." He responded, letting the sheet flow beneath his fitted shoes. All while fluttering down the hallway before mansk could even comprehend who he was dancing with.

The only thing Tom Sully was, simply to put was a Narcissus. Lover of one's reflection.

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This time it was quite different in the creek. The shade of water was far cooler within the setting sky of Ewya, how it cloaked him in a reflection of water as he washed the grime, sweat and dirt from Lo'ak's back. Nimble tanned hands were sliding down his blue form.

Sculpted, perfection. A vision anyone could see, but Lo'ak had it easy. To look like that, to be that. But he saw himself as Spider too sees. A demon. How he wished he could have that shade of blue he touched.
How he dreamt of having those ebony dark braids he nuzzled against. How he pleaded he had that body he worshipped under a strong pelvis slamming into him.

All while worshiping the closest thing he'll have in the all to familler creek. "Training was that bad. Huh?" Spider chided while settling in the older teens lap. Ignoring the growing sensation through their legs, or how he clung to his ripped chest like it was ink to a book...or what Norm called those things.

"It was shit..Teyam kept making all the marks, Dad kept fucking boosting his ego. An'esa was boasting about how great he was each damn second. It drove me fuckin insane -"

Lo'ak felt heat boil and bubble under his words, under the thin lithle arms that clung to the boy clad in blue marks. "And dad.." Lo'ak mused. "Always fucking.." he hated when this happens. Tears sliding down that perfect face. Lo'ak saddened by shadows he follows. Tears speaking volumes more than words can often do.

Tired of being neglected, tired of being compared, tired of being the troubled son. Tired of not being perfect, tired of not being born. And all Spider could do. Little Spider...

Dumped away into the trenches at birth. Forsaken to be tied taught to the man responsible of so much pain, clad in the skin of demons. Stray to the man he adores, whore to his son's. Freind to his daughters. Vile pest to the woman who rightfully should feel that way.

Hindrance to most... Lo'ak had so much but just like Spider so little.. all the boy could do was Nestle to Lo'ak. Softly rubbing away at his face as the teen sobbed into his little chest- the coolness of water barley restrained as he violently let his emotions out, weeks. Months. Years maybe of pain stabbing into him.

Oh he envied Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk. They were simply perfect...but here he was. Soiling them again.

All while the boy closest to Jake Sully could be to Spider sobbed, wanting his touch, wanting his love...and Spider gave back every single inch.

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"What's got you so giddy fruitcup?" The colonel didn't hesitate to ask as he crouched near the bathtub. It was insanely massive for the boy. Too big, large beyond belief even. But Tommy didn't mind one bit as bubbles filled the thing- the scent of artificial lemon and sweets stinging his nose- "I had a dream I was dancing with Jake." He hummed. Quaritch always despised how the boy spoke of his brother. He couldn't blame him. When Jake was good. Obedient, he was as good- as perfect as one can be.

Fucking wrong he was for sure. More soiled than a peach in June. Bugs crawling over it to suckle at nectar and rotting skin. Tainting the once perfect fruit that would have provided so much- "we we're dancing, I had a really pretty dress on, do you think they have dresses here Colonel?" The boy snapped him out of his thoughts. Soft eyes- his eyes looking up at him like it was love. Like it was meant to be for him and him alone. he resisted the urge to slam the boys head underwater, watching as soapy bubbles clog his throat and nostrils. Watching as he could drown under his hand. Leaving this sick fucking mirage of his past, his soldier, his brother, his once devoted The boy blew a damn bubble on his nose.

Letting the soapy suds slide of that little body of his. it didn't hide much but it gave the eyes some candy to see from this fucked of a situation. Two dead corpses arose from the ashes as shells of themselves. Packed with love. Baggage, pain. And all the little puppet could do was play princess. "Wouldn't you want to dance with a real man? Arms' wrappin' round that waist. Passion and love, n all that?" Quaritch hummed through his fangs. Flashes of a familiar woman peeking in his mind, despite that, massive blue hands covering so much of the boys lower spine. The annoying scent of lemons stinging like that vile nectar.

Tommy could only lean in as the man pushed. How he held his body, how he was so much bigger than him, brighter, stronger; stronger maybe. But all Tommy did was stand taller as best he could. "Are you asking to dance Colonel? That's rude if you are. I'm barely wearing anything." The kid has his brother's humor he can say that. Golden eyes watching at him tentatively. Hungrily. Ignoring how he felt the boy bring two wet arms to hold the males chest.

Ignoring how he leaned in to let wet hair softly dampen his tank top. "Maybe I am kid. Maybe I am." Quaritch rolled his head back softly. Hands pulling the boy closer and closer. Tail rushing-ly lashing behind him as he lets his free hand softly pull against the door.

Sounds of water and soap mixing as the door shuts beyond prying eyes, letting him and the mimic of his boy play pretend under the artificial scented bubbles.

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"Doesn't tsmukann means brother in Na'vi, Hanrea?" Tommy asked the woman, her clad slicked bun and pale attire against the mockery of a colorful room. Filled with data-pads, filtered air that smelt of chemicals. It was all so familiar to the boy but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Yes it does. But it has more than just one meaning Hun." She added as she scrolled and typed through the files like clockwork.

Breezing past the images, history and even videos of so much. Quaritch and the squad were all in a briefing tour around the base of bridgehead. 'boring schmuck' darlin' as Colonel put it. Which didn't mind Tommy one bit. Because he had a plan. A really.. really good one! He hasn't had time (or permission!) So he hatched up a plan...

Phase one went off without a hitch! Getting a key card was surprisingly easy for the little scamp. Scurrying through the illuminated corridors, past the bored guards and officials - even past some of the recoms. Ignoring how Lyle made stupid faces at him when he scuttled on by. Even past the tentative way Quaritch looked at General Ardmore.

Every adventure needs a good bag of course. He was sure to pack all he needed. Protein bars, dried fruits and most importantly his journal. To make sure he accounts for everything he sees. And finally one important thing;

A mask. Which was apart of phase 2! Operation find a mask that fits! Of course being the only child in Pandora was...an ordeal to find anything in his size that wasn't already fabricated or made by the printers, machines or anything. So finding one that fits just right is impossible. But he was shocked to find one they was snug enough to work! And like a slipper sliding into place. He was ready -

Standing upon the beckoning door was daunting. As if he was breaching the Minotaur's labyrinth- looming in it's size abs stature Tommy was almost scared to walk through it. Despite those butterflies creeping out his throat he simply had to- had to see the lush beauty this planet had to offer. He's aware that he might be in danger but what adventure doesn't have at least some peril?

With a small stride, quick scan. And a deep breath. He slid out. The blaring sun of Pandora beating against his skin, The way crisp air breezed past his short hair and through his clothes. Tommy was in pure bliss as ye bolted through the clearings- past the bumbling shimmers or plants, through the lush vegetation bridgehead had yet to taint. Rolling around in the boon of Pandora with a smile and giggles as faint and loud as a glass bell. His fingers playing and toying though the gentle grass as though it was in itself a creature of Pandora.

His eyes catching a million things a second. From insects he admired up close- a shimmering display of colors beyond his wildest dreams! His hands quick to jot down the stunning details of the creature. His eyes wondered deeper and deeper into the forest. Feet and hands stammering against the thick lush of Pandora. Past the waxy leaves that delicately kissed his exposed skin.

Going deeper and deeper Tommy was feeling as this was the first time his life began. How sweet delicate touches of sun rays shone through the leaves. His eyes humming with sweet decadence. But what made Tommy's eyes flutter beyond belief into tears wasn't the gorgeous sights surrounding him- but the gentle white droplet floating to his hands. Tiny cusped joys acting as a throne to the gentle thing.

"Hello there.." Tommy smiled through the thin rays, admiring the stunning fairy before him... fairy's looked even more gorgeous than he could imagine...did Titania look just as stunning? But he couldn't ponder it as the fairy floated beyond the brush- he had to see where they went! His feet picking up louder and louder -oh! The heat running through his soles. The hitched pounding of his heart as he ran against the Riverbend.

Despite how gentle the fairy was it was fast! Gentle in it's movements but so much power wrapped in it's delicate tendrils floating amongst air. Tommy ran even more faster wanting to catch up- to float and flutter besides the Atokirina. Nature humming besides him- what's waiting for him around the bend or the river? More fairies? Something magical-? It excited the boy as he slid against the damp ground.

Ignoring how mud and grass clung to him, or how the creatures watched him with tentative eyes as he caught up with the little miracle. His toes standing in a long memory of ballet. As if dancing with the fairy, both moving in tandem like a chime. How he caresses the Atokirina close to his face. Gentle to twirl and dance with the spirit. Flows of gentle swirls.. twirls against the wind as though he was dancing.. it was so warm. Like a familiar embrace masking near him. Like someone should find him soon.

Like rain falling against beating earth, as strong as tides pulling against the shore.. his thoughts could be more than just pretend- like a happy ending... like love finding him- wanting him... someone sure to find him. Soon unaware of the way a hand cusped his...larger and blue like the sky above him. Like rainbows cascading against his lashes. Leaning into the touch like it was perfect. Warm bodies touching against his as his body folded like fabric to the larger figure.. eyes fluttering beyond the sliver of light to see the figure. Basked like an angel in Chiffons of light. Locks of black hair touching against his face- the scent of oils tickling his filter, and most of all.. golden eyes.

A face he couldn't quite picture to see, light obscuring his visage like a filter, but it was so close, so near him. Singing like a song-that's sure and strong. But as he let his eyes open fully...light long since fading from the forest bed to see- feeling how the warmth was gone. The fairy king drifting away from his palms as the phantom of larger hands parted... Leaving nothing but the sensation skin...and a piece of stone.

Gorgeous it was, marbled like a star, clear as the sea and bright as love. Tommy stood in that Forest imagining what he could be- what man was near him- dear to him. Besides the thoughts of happiness overflowing through him as he walked back to the base. Past the scolding guards screaming at him, past the way Ardmore told off the caretaker's for their bad job at watching him. Past the apologies from Quaritch. Beyond the way he was held in his arms till they made it to his room.

Through the stern talking the Colonel did to Tommy with passion through his gaze and firmness through his touch. Through the pages he turned of each detail he took note. Through the cord he braided the stone through.

Through the airiness he was dreaming that one day it will be his...but now with someone declaring their love through the shimmer of light. It will be ours someone somewhere who is sure to find him again soon...

"Kid."Quaritch practically shook the boy out his thoughts. "You Heard any damn word I just said?" He asked, body leaned against the smaller doorframe the large Muscular body leaning against colored pages coating the bleak walls. "Why'd you break orders n' go out huh? My ass practically got chewed for you."

Tommy simply felt his hands caress the stone. Pulling against the thin sheets that covered his bed, eyes cloaked in bliss and daydreaming.

"cause... there's someone who's sure to find me soon, to hear me. Be near me.."

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Neytiri watched as her love, the light of her life. The rock that bounds her to solid ground and supports her through and through. He floated on pure bliss this morning, kissing and nuzzling against her neck. Soft touches to her temples and the rubs of love against her stiff joints that the morning always brought. If she wasn't so excited she would be surely asking if he was a imposter with the aura of himself 20 years younger.

"Ma Jake what's the meaning behind such silly-ness?" His mate hummed. Her nimble fingers brushing past those gorgeous locs of his. "Nothing Tiri' just...so lucky to have you. To love you, to be near you." If it wasn't the morning she would have wrapped her legs around him, basking in his radiance like it was her life line....as Jake puts it. 'fuck it' she lovingly slithers her hands down his scrumptious body. Now thicker but still so sculpted with age and fatherhood. It was like admiring Eywas gift. And oh was he a gift to her indeed... The two lovers slowly enjoying the sensation of their love. As though it was years ago under the faint vibrant glow of the tree of voice's.

Sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure despite the mornings offerings.

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Kiri tended to keep to herself or The few trusted people she enjoyed. Grandmother was always the lucky one to hear about Kiri's fantastical theories and often understanding these phantom pains that barrage her mind like nails. But today it was different - weirder to say the least being as she and Dad we're collecting medical herbs for the clan back in the mountains. Brushing past the leaves and how they surged through her fingertips.

How they hummed and sung as she touched them- like little voices pleading for her to come back and bless them. These days she can tolerate the sound of Pandora, people- the connection's giving her sanctuary to at least enjoy her day.

Which this day dealf with some strange occurrences... Dad sparking conversation was one of them.

"You ever wonder what's goin' on with your brothers babygirl?" Her dad asked as he examined the leaves they needed. Checking for the most vibrant hours of green as Mo'at said.

"Weird to ask. But those three can NEVER not be weird...so beats me Dad." She answered as best she should...it's better than saying how her two brothers pined for her best friend in various ways that even confused her...and slightly made her mad.

"I don't know. They just- seem weirder than usual. Spider holding up too, yeah?" Jake asked. His hands filtering through the leaf as he packed it through his satchel. "Just worried about them, you.. Tuk.. there's just. So much happening Hun." He hummed. Kiri knew how much pressure her dad faced. The weight of war. Trauma, pain slashed against his back...

So if collecting plants with her was a distraction from this she was willing- no she had to. And so Kiri chuckled, ruffling through leaves and Forrest floors, Kiri dumped a pile over her father. Hearing the booming strength of that laugh. A chime she use to hear so much...Good, he deserved this.

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Spider watched as Jake went about his day- the usual as always. Tasked with strength, compassion, fury and power all cloaked in the veil of their leader. Despite the front he often puts on when crisis are near he sees Jake. Fully sees him. When he's by himself sitting and uttering the name of someone lost long ago- or how he touches his face in the reflection of water. Basking in it's clarity as though to remind himself of something.

Spider was sitting besides him that one time. So close to his figure. The heat and sheer size towering over him like a looming structure. "Why'd you do that with you're reflection?" Spider questioned, looking at the waters shimmering surface as it shifted and changed.

Jake softly hummed his answer, content with the question he asked despite Spiders worries with ever talking to the man. "Reminds me of someone I use to know.(love)" he added. His larger hands pooling with the water as simple as can be. Grasping to let it flow through spiders little hands.

Large blue digits that mirrored spiders tanned one's fairly well, past the blue painted stripes, he sat there holding the boys hand. Examining it's size as though Spider could just grow any second and of facade of what he remembers could shift. "You remind me of them a little bit." He spoke.

Spider wanted to let his heart keep for joy- past the hallelujah mountains, through the shimmering seas and beyond the sky's that twisted into the air. He didn't dare ruin this moment with his own words... He just caressed his cheek against Jake's palms. Adoring how he cusped his little face like it was made for those hands. As if he was sculpted for them. Smaller hands daring to go closer to the males larger visage.

Past those stripes that decorated his face. Past the way his lashes fluttered and closed... Spider fell in love all over again, like a daydream cloaked in a haze... untill Jake softly let his hands lower the boys. Giving him that stern but loving look. "Thank you, Bud." He added. Ruffling the boys head like it was golden thread.

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Neteyam was wondering why Dad smelt of honey as they roped through the crates and boxes they took from the RDA train line. Past how Neteyam looked through the crowd to watch Spider tiny form toddle around the ruckus of the scout's. Past larger bodies moving aside for the child- "tayem' head clear." His dad added, aware he was gluing his eyes to the tanned boy- take flashing and slashing through the air like he was happy -

Did dad know? Does he accept it? Would he? He never knows what his father thinks like mother does. But you see the way his breath hitches each time the boy gets closer, you notice how he stares at that small form clad in absolutely nothing- how he's flaunting how he wraps his golden twine around the Sully's

Neteyam didn't linger on the thoughts that cartwheeled on his mind as Dad spoke to the other scouts, leaving Neteyam to figure out to his own device's as the other teens on the mission chartered away, Ata'ran and Lo'ak spoke about something random. All his eyes we're doing was glued on how spider carried things, trying his best to help. And most of all, how Dad locked his eyes on him and patted his shoulder, crouching downwards to do so.

What's going on with him?

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Lo'ak didn't really care all that much about why Neteyam was having a manic episode of figuring out what's happening to dad- it was obvious. He's caught in the web of Spider too. Entangled in that golden twine of his. Lo'ak didn't mind it though (but you did mind how this was supposed to be you. You're still behind everyone's shadow you know that?) He didn't mind how he was the first to touch thise lips under cold lights. Or to cover up that lingering scent of Neteyam.

He hopes dad thinks that too. smells him too. Past that lingering scent of nectar, past the way everyone looks at the boy after the festival. Like some creature melding their skin to look like ours in a sad attempt. He didn't care what his dad was thinking about... didn't care about how he proudly talked to Spider, or how he ruffled those golden locks through thick fingers.

Not one bit.

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Tuk thinks people don't really notice when she's observant, but she is! Any girl her age has to be! Especially when it involves her siblings, Dad and Mom. Oh and her friend Spider! He held her hand as they walked through the village, he was only a few years older than her but still so small! She didn't mind though.

Tuk just happily strolled with her friend, past the bustle of the village, through the eyes of people, she was going to see dad today! Momma asked her to drop of some of his favorite fruits. Plus....she was nosey to see people! Hear the clan chitter and chat about the latest thing. How Dad stood with the other members, older clan leaders and advisors from across the forest, some she hasn't seen before.

She didn't pay attention to the look they gave Spider as he walked with her, how some looked perplexed, disgusted, intrigued or downright wanted to skin him alive. But her dad only looked at him and her with a smile. Warm and comforting as he accepted her hug and gift.

He was so happy lately, so she was too.

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Jake wasn't always in the best mood lately. How can one be with the impending doom of war coming back to their planet? His people? His family. Prospects of peace fading away like a cloaked dream. He wanted to be happy, g o d he wanted to. But the thought of fighting again. Fighting the RDA to save his people, his family it made him want to curl up into a ball and snap.

But he was their rock, they're existence, THEY needed him to be here. To be their guidance even when he feels he's faltering in so much, faltering in being a good mate for his love.

Faltering in understanding his boys and how they function as people through and through. Faltering his attention to his daughters, how one is so disconnected from her people but so entwined into invisible system? Or how his little Tuk is growing up within a war..

Or how Neytiri has to see it all over again, how she hides her sobs at night in a silent plea in his chest when she knows the kids are fast asleep in dreams. How she's so tired, so tired of the loss and pain the sky people bring.

How pale faces echo his once owned one. How a boy has softer features of someone he would kill over and over again. How those thoughts carry through his fingertips when he ruffles the boy. (You could end him right here. Make sure he doesn't end up like his father. quick- painless - he would thank you even-) he shoves those thoughts down like it was bile...

What was he thinking? What was passing through his head as he went into that Forest what was passing through his finger tips when he heard rusting.

What was he thinking seeing his older twin, so so much younger dance against the spoils of Pandora. He was losing it right? But oh he adored seeing it. Like a recital of ones love.

Spinning against the wind like a chime. Dancing against the leaves as his partner...the Atokirina floated in tandem with him. He was absolutely gentle with it. Knowing it's importance and value despite dancing of so much passion.

What was he thinking touching those little hands. Admiring that face that mirrors his at that age...how his touch seemed so real to him when those eyes barley fluttered in the pandoran sun. Or how he leaned inward to smell the fake scent of soapy lemons...what was he thinking when he pulled away as though he lost his mind.

Did he lose it? Was his brother really there as he walked away. Past rhe senstion of a muddy touch, past the necter and fake lemon scent that bombarded his nostrils. What did Jake think happened?

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It was hot as a smoke show in fucking June. Which was to be expected for the area they were in. The team was melting like a hotbox. Sweat dripping like fountains against muscled blue bodies, now one would say they looked as scrumptious as can be...and they surely were. But being hot litterly wasn't in the cards.

And the poor little fella on his lap didn't help. Poor Fruitcup was absolutely melting against his chiseled abdomen. "You holdin' up Fruitcup?" Quaritch simply asked as he rubbed the sweating boys back. Fella was under house arrest after that Rapunzel stunt. Little Sully was sweating a storm. Shorts long gone and short hair sticking against his forehead as he chewed n' chupped at ice chips. Suckling and suffering due to the heat. Cooling systems went down due to some attack the natives did, which fucking sucked.

Quaritch didn't like his little fella being uncomfortable. Nor did he like the way that sniffer of his catched sweat and necter mixing in the air. From his squad nor did he like the way little Sully's scent made him want to rip that oversized tank top off-

"Lyle the hell ya' Bald ass doing?" Quaritch annoyingly asked. Feeling the shifted weight of where his little buddy was being even more added now that Lyle decided Fruitcup little caboose was the perfect chin rest.

"Resting, obviously. Ain't that right Little Sully?" Lyle just gave that shit eating grin. Huffing in the faint scent that Tommy's little body had. Giving the two small mounds a nice firm hold as he uses and kneaded them like little pillows. Leaving the little Prince to mewl and whimper

"Lyle, we're trying to get cool, not hot like hickory." If lyle heard even a word he would absolutely not listen. Rubbing that big chiseled face on such a tiny tush too. Poor Fruitcup was whimpering as the brute squished and played with the fella. How easy big palms spread n knead at the little Bakery...

"You better treat the boy right now. He's going through a spell and I expect some decency soldier." Quaritch hummed as that thick finger slid across little Sully's lips. Tommy softly suckling against his gentle thumb. All the while Lyle kneaded and parties his ass...

Despite the heatwave- pleasure and pheromones hitting the air like wasp to a flame. Lyle was eating out ass like a champ. He should know. But the look on Fruitcup face as that little picker was parted and licked with the velocity and speed of a trained deviant.. boy it had him squirting necter under the colonels abs. Like an ice cold lemonade- it was refreshing as hell to his body. Moans and whimpers colliding through the processed air. He'll have to invite Lyle out for a spin more...if little fella allows it of course. And with that face? Oh he's allowing it.

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Lo'ak Hated being fuckin hot- sticky with sweat and dirt . It was never a fun time for him! Despite that one thing was an upside. Going into a nice waterfall filled with cool water. And this time with more than himself. Being at his buddy Ata'ran and Spider.

He doesn't know what the base was feeding Spider today but he was more wild than usual. More flirty. More acting like a palulukan in heat. Rubbing and grinding against the boys like he was wanting something. "You're Freind seems very eager today!" Ata'rans voice rang though Lo'ak's ear as he pulled of his tweng, letting the thin fabric slide down his lithe body. "Not sure why, heat maybe' man?" He mused nonchalantly...

"Beats me Ata' but he needs to get his act together before -" The boys couldn't even finish their conversation at the sight before them. His tanned body slid the crystal water like some creature on the prowl... naked of course. Spiders shimmering gold locs shining against damp droplets...his wet feet hitting the sheer grass next to the two taller boys as he flipped his hair back through his hands. Giving them a wide smile. "C'mon! Y'all's asses are going slow!" He huffed- aware of the two teens growing rods. "Looks like something else decided to beat you to it eh?"

Lo'ak was going to fucking kill him. He should have. He really should have choked him out on that plane if he knew he'd be nuzzling against a moaning boy, screaming out like a common whore as Ata'ran suckled and devoured Every little inch of his body. Or how his firm holes held taught against his larger member. Despite the bulge it did to his abdomen. This was easy for spider seeing as he always spread those legs for any Navi man he could find. For his brother, for him, hell if his dad fucking wanted to- even him. He'd love that wouldn't he?

To be gripped like this by his Dad, to be choked how he does. To be grabbed and manhandled like he was nothing....

Ata'ran was seeing stars fro Lo'ak's view as the hurried splashing of shallow waters. Spider rode him like he was an Ikran, sliding up and down with wet sounds from the what...3rd hour they were at it? He couldn't count how much times they did it but it was fucking magical. Seeing how spiders face contorted with pleasure each time he did something to him. With Ata'ran it was so different, yeah.. sure he moaned but spider out his walls up. Showed his dominance he always feigns when around others, but Lo'ak knows how he is.

Every single inch of him.

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Breath in, and out. In and out. Tommy hasn't quite danced in front of a crowd in awhile. Sure it's been almost a decade since he last did a recital but this one was his first production. His first time dancing with his own passion. Not binded by the frivolous tandem of Tchaikovsky. This time it was his own music- or so the music the recoms picked for him at least!

Quaritch insisted in his words "show these goons how special you are Fruitcup." Which Tommy still gets giddy thinking about. Is Quaritch is prince? Absolutely not. But he is- what is he to Tommy? He kisses him yes. He lays with him at night when the nightmares trickle his window pane. His kisses decorate his body like jewelry. He holds him so strong...so firm it fuels him with love. It confused Tommy on what they are exactly...

The first number was his pick, the recoms made it hard about not wanting classical which most ballet's were! So Ja had the great idea of picking an old Singer she loved. She was- and still is very popular on earth.

"Dance to our lives baby, like a familler Deja-vu." She joked with the other recoms, which in their case this son was very ironic to the situation. Everyone here living in a familler notion, locked into remembering and seeing something, someone calling to them like they we're losing it.

And as the large figures sat, all a various type. Quaritch leaned back into the larger metal chair, legs spread open like a hug wanting, daunting The Little Sully of his rewards if this goes well...

Like a base and eight o weight he got started...

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Spider had gotten used to dancing at fires now- especially to impress the young teens and Lo'ak, Neteyam too. and Jake when he catches glimpses of what Spider dances.

like moth to a flame Spider would spin of he asked to. Would jump if he requested, dip if he begged. But tonight Jake wasn't asking to see the boy covered in golden twine, more so Neteyam was requesting to see him dance. With him at that- it was risky yes. But the teens and young one's we're gathered together in the rare times when they had fun, had a chance to unwind from the burns of war.

So Spider danced, spun with the flickers of ash and cinders that rose and faded into the sky. Through the arms that held his little form with joy as the fire crackled with laughter. Past the heat moving through the air and the bodies he and Neteyam shared. Brushing through the fire that tickled their bare skin as other's watched and danced around them. Past the sweet nectar pooling at Neteyam's lips when he smiled to him. Wanting him to come closer and closer past the glow of embers. Past golden eyes staring darts as they passed. The fire fading out of the distance slowly and surely...

"Sh- quiet..!" His laughter carried softly through the Forrest and air, warm hands clad in four fingers resting against his waist as Neteyam kissed and suckled at the boy's exposed skin. "Can't have them interrupting us." Spoke firmly through his curled lips.

"Right- bad if they did, huh?" Spider hummed through his mask as nimble hands messed and toyed with Neteyam's hair, legs wrapping and sliding against a bare pelvis. All while Neteyam grinded against his. Passion flurrying through his cock like it was clockwork.

Spiders dance to this song. His eyes fluttering close as familiar hands, be it Neteyam's, Lo'ak's, a curious Na'vi boy who heard through the grapevine about his issues, his wants and desires to fill a void he knows can never touch him. But the dance includes one thing. Jake.

Imagining that it's Jake's hands roping through golden bleached locs. Touching against his prick like it's the most delicate thing. Dreaming that it's his fingers(with Lo'ak it's easier to imagine because of the five...and when it's dark he can pretend better it's Jake.) How strong hands pull apart his ass to devour it like fruit. To devour him as though someone desires him.

Desire, do they desire him?(of course fuck face. You're whoring yourself out with two of the Olo'eyktan's son's. God you're fucking disgusting-) was it him who desired them? Desiring how his feet moved to please them, how his soles danced to love a Image that only appears so often- Neteyam puts it in.

Puts in his antidote of love, his passion, decorating of this hidden desire past iridescent cum.

Past the blank stare into the starlight as he insgines more experienced hands spreading apart his ass like the sea. Through five digits caressing and entering through him. Passed how Spider hitched his breath in Neteyam's touch. Like a blur of love and lies-passion. It was absolutely intoxicating. His pelvis slicked deep down against the little humans arch. Sweat and paint mixing to form the most unique of perfume... this was a dance he was far more familiar with.

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It was like emptiness flew through each flex of Tommy's muscles, small limbs motioned into a pivot. Quaritch watched as the little fairy did his thing' quick and precise as if the air wouldn't hold him back, his movements we're... hypnotic to say the least - hell it had Lyle, Mansk- even Ja' rustle their pants a bit at the boy's moves. It didn't help she picked a damn good song. He wasn't much a swinger for pop n' all that. Especially vintage ones. But who doesn't love a good Beyonce classic. Little Sully sure didn't mind shaking his ass off to a song about the familler faces that catch you off guard.

Past the sights you think you saw reflected in the water as you turn and desperately call your name- past touches of too many people blurring into someone different -Paz, Sully, little Sully, a swaddled angel. His face- past face? Some face.

Quaritch just hummed at those thoughts. Through the way they made him want to choke on everything and cough a lung. Through how the Tommy danced near him- (was he trying to do the thing in the video? Little whore.) Through a face blurring the line between a deadboy with the face of his enemy (love, soilder,heartbreaker, son of a bitch) mixed into one.

Through how he straddled the boy atop his lap as he felt the little one pull at his leather belt. Past how Quaritch hungerly smelt against his skin. Necter filling his nostrils like it was familiar...deja Vu eh? Enough to send him hungerly pulling the boy closer as larger... everything devoured him..devoured little lips against large fangs- how Tommy kissed each sharp ones like dewdrop against thorns. Little tongue lapping away at a unfamiliar alien muscle that flexed from just existing. Feeling how his grip hardened and bisceps tightened around the boys waist...

Shit we're people still here? Quaritch didn't have paitence - or time to give them a full show today. Letting his tail slash against the room, teeth bearing vicseral and hungry hisses at the few that lingered in the room to get the fuck out. Which like the loyal and behaving soldiers they we're; did.

This dance was far more familiar to him... The sounds of someone begging for his love. Pleading for his touch, letting finger's slide through tight holes, lips hungerly devote to a body, legs wrapped around his waist. His sculpted body slick with sweat and cheap perfume.(he'll have to tell the little Fruitcup to stop wearing that.) Feeling how a ass rode against his toned pelvis despite the insane size difference..past the look of love in his little eyes that wanted him and only him....this was a dance he was far more familiar with..

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Jake breathed through his nostrils as they softly flared. His eyes sharpened at the display before him. They we're attacking the railroad line an intricate circuit of peices and metal stabbed into the great mothers skin. It was aggravating how fast thing's we're expanding under the RDA- tactical units getting bulkier, Na'vi children being kidnapped and forced as soilders. It was so much that he just...wanted to break some things. Neytiri knew his anger, the pain of their home being soiled yet again. And this time he has to fight harder than ever- bones aching and creaking with how he strung back his arrow- and with a single shot; they started.

Smoke filling the field as the clan ransacked the items for the base...and to his fucking surprise a certain group was there- now Neteyam and Lo'ak we're more than capable of being here... it's the fact they decided to bring Spider with them after Jake absolutely told all three of them under no circumstances bring anyone else... God his fucking sons, his little starlight's and the reason he would start drinking again. God Tommy help me.

Spider was quick- always was, more so than his own kids sometimes depending. But even Jake saw how his little body contorted and strained to help with the others- how he lifted those heavy boxes to the side as his two sons went- god who knows where. And Jake took long strides towards the little boy carrying an arm full of medical supplies.

"Spider." His voice always makes Spider attention shoot up. Like a fish holding onto a line of shimmering trinkets. Golden bleached locs and strands turned to face him. His body was covered with dirt and debree of the stage around him. He looked feral... yet so gentle that Jake wanted to grip him all at once. The scent of necter filling his nose yet again as he gave the child a sigh.

"Kid, what did I tell you? This place isn't a damn playground you know that right?" Jake chided at the boy, gaze turned downward at him - Spider looked like he could fucking fold at his words-(kneel down, show him you're not mad- just worried, yeah) no. He needs to be stern, he has to if he wants spider to know how dangerous this place is for him.

"I-'m I'm sorry Mister Sully, I just..wanted to-" Spider thumbed with his words this time.(Jake please.. he's trying to help you man. Would you yell at Tommy like this?) He's not Tommy. "I don't want to hear it kid. You ignored my orders, am I a joke to you Spider?( Is you're safety a joke?? You're life??) I don't need my son's, or my clan risking their lives to baby you." Jake knelt down to the boy finally..(look at his eyes they're watering- shimmering like Tommy's did when you use to get mad at him -) his hands we're gentle in rubbing against the boys shoulders.."you understand right?"

Spider nodded so gently...he didn't do anything wrong Jake, did he?(was being born to a monster wrong? Often looking like him in some times to the point Neytiri would slice his neck without hesitation on days she's flaring with grief to the point you have to send the boy home.) Yet here he was, docile and eager to please you.."Yes sir.."

"Good -" a loud explosion shot through the area like a fucking spine crackling. His adrenaline rang through like a nantang, covering the boy before him as he slid quick to check out the area in a desperate attempt to find something - his boys we're over there- his boys we're scattered across the floor as other Navi helped up injured comrades. Where is his son's? Where's Neteyam he asked in his head as Lo'ak explained what happened - ignoring the anger that's flickering through his eyes -

Flickering through the corpse laid in smoke as Jake desperately dug at its young form to see if it was-

"Dad-!" Jake turned to see Neteyam behind him- wounded yes. But perfectly alive and fine....

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Kiri' was more then okay in combat...too good actually, senses like a knife in norms words- but the sounds, the sights, the anger that would take over her it all was so overwhelming. Healing on the other hand she could do. Grandma helped so much with that of course but she didn't mind the waves people made.

Their connections we're slower, calmer to the point it didn't cause her to have a fucking headache.. but headaches came in more things than one. Like her brothers coming back from the raid with an earful from dad. Lo'ak bitterly holding his knuckles while dad chews into him. Neteyam gripping spiders neck affectionately when their walking towards the healing areas.

"Can I take my brother from dying please dad? You can be mad at him later." She added, eyes wandering to the fresh wounds and cuts that littered Lo'ak's waist and body. That And I know he doesn't wanna get chewed out even more. "Fine... Lo'ak, you're grounded and I expect you to clean the Irkan roost daily until I say otherwise." Kiri didn't let Lo'ak rebuttal and make his punishment worse.

Dragging him away with ease as she ignores his moody groaning and silent sulking.

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"You're too hard on them Ma Jake." Neytiri hummed with a single sharp swipe of her carving. Ignoring the metal crinkle and drag against wood as Jake pulled out his chest tin. "I know love. I just want them to be safe- yeah? This isn't a game for them, for us. They need to be responsible, ready." He sounded so tired, worn down. It was impossible to not bring his Temple into her chest and hum. "Love, we are not soldiers, nor squad. We are a family." Neytiri spoke with a loving conviction.

She understands her mates worries, his pain, even desires to a degree. But he's still ever so confusing despite the years they've spent together. He's just as hard on himself as he's with his kids...and Spider. She wish he would understand he has nothing to prove, nothing to worry for. Her precious love. Stubborn as he is she knows he'll understand soon.

"Tell me, Jake. Was your father as hard to you and you're brother?" Neytiri rarely ask about Jake's life - she practically never does. Perhaps this can help. "Oh- Tiri.. he - yeah." Her loved breathed a rather rough exhale. "He was harder on me than Tommy, yeah.

She sat low near her mate, letting his calloused hands rub against her palms as he did so. "You don't speak of Tommy much Love." Neytiri added. She's aware of...the implications of Jake's circumstances but the body is nothing but a shell - not anymore at least it's his now, just as he's hers.

"Yeah, guess there's not much to say right? He wasn't the most interesting as we grew up but god Tiri. You would have loved him too.. the kids would have too. He! He use to dance and all that' loved fairies and shit. He never had a chance to step foot on Pandora. But he'd love it." Her mate spoke with low notes of Passion about the mirror of himself. Like her and Sylwanin, her precious Sylwanin.

"Mmmm.. I'm sure he would have loved each second. But my love we are here for you. I'm here for you. All I ask is to be easier to our little ones." They we're growing so fast it scared her. Worried she won't be able to sing about their lives as it goes on. "And easier on yourself." She smiled. Jake adored her smile through it all. Through ash and smoke that clouded his emotions to the shimmering rays of sunlight that kissed her skin when they rised. She and the family they've built were his world.

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"Are you alright Spider?" Neteyam softly asked as he felt the familler sensation of the boys smaller hips sliding down his length. How the little one let golden bleached locs stick against blue abs. Neteyam's own hands worshiped and played with the tanned boys body. He was sad he knows it. Dad chewed him out for absolutely nothing true. But Spider most likely See's this as his father hating him now.

He can forget about his father. "Y..Yeah, I've just been- fuck..! Quiet is all." He moaned within Neteyam's neck, feeling his feet clenching against the boys sculpted thighs. Droplets of necter pooling against their pelvis. "Just- Just let me make sure you feel good okay?" The boy strained as he continued Riding Neteyam.

"You deserve to feel good too Spider-" Neteyam retorted as he softly growled from the tight sensation gripping at his cock. Feeling his pelvis buck up softly. "Fucking hell- why can't you be like Lo'ak and just let me fuck you? He barely has shit to say." Spider hissed.

"Because I'm not my brother, skxawng." Neteyam chuckled at his attempt to make him mad, tip toeing around his own issues again, which Neteyam was quick to subdue as he wrapped his arms around the boy and piston into him.

Spider didn't retort, all he could do was hold onto the older boy and close his eyes. Letting from blue hands touch and decorate his skin as sweat pools within each other. If he closes his eyes he could imagine a different pair lovingly caress him and his troubles away.... right?

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The whole idea seemed to be utterly pointless and stupid to Kiri...but Eywa forbid she had to sit through seeing another soul suffer. So she goes on ahead with the little break that'll get all four of them grounded... well Tuk will most definitely be left alone but the three of them? Dead. Mom will make sure of that. If it keeps Kiri's mind at ease and away from this war? Then she'll take anything to be left alone.

Feeling the soil and bark under her toes and soles, the way her mother (which one?) Touches and kisses her skin with great ease as she glides through the flora and leaves. Past how her hands feel each connection, vein and wire of people around her. Even monkey boys.

"You're going slow, Spider!" She chimed with a happy grimace, softly ruffling the little ones hair at his flushed face. All while the siblings hightned their pace at each turn - dip and crevice until Lo'ak stopped them at a familiar spot...with footprints far to big to be sky people.

"The hell...?" Was all he could utter at the sight- going deeper and deeper despite the groups protest... stupid boy, Kiri thought as she held Tuk and spider close when heading with Lo'ak. The sight she saw- they all saw shook them to their damn core..

Azure like them yes, but what threw her off was more so the tactical clothing. Shoes hiding from Eywa kiss, the way metal clung to their bodies and much more how familler some of their faces looked...far to familiar. Kiri wanted to bolt, grab these idiots and run as fast as Eywa could take her. Lo'ak radioed their dad-

Of course he was pissed when he mentioned who was with them, "Kiri, Spider - and Tuk." He whispered softly.

Kiri imagined the hitched breath her dad made.

The silence and clicking annoyed her, how they had to stay put as a man far deadlier then any nantang or viperwolf crushed at the skull before them... untill he looked dead at her.

Was he even looking at her? They couldn't possibly know they we're here? They we're backing out already before - a small scream. Tuk was being held- a woman a rather tall fucking one at that- then before she could even think they were all grabbed.

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Tuk always wanted to tag along, no she really did, being able to have fun with her siblings, her closes Loved ones...but today she wishes she didn't - seeing how Kiri's face looked terrified at the lady gripping them, how tight she held onto her arm(it's hurting) or how one guy gripped Spider by his locs till the point Lo'ak was Hissing at them... But worse of all.. the man walking forward to them.

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Quaritch was a good man. He followed orders like a loyal dog. But he'd be damned to be someone's bitch' that's why he was in charge of finally going out near the field. A lead on where Sully and his hide out could be found. With a kiss on the cheek from fruit cup and a huff of air. They we're ready to roll.

The first thing to hit against his skin was the humidity of the Forrest trickling down his arms. God was it hotter than a summer in Texas. The forest was like a menopausal mother. Constantly changing how she felt in temperature. But worst of all? The damn smell that filled his and his squads nostrils. Fresh like fallen soil, grass far too fucking green and far too damn sweet with the fruitcups perfume trickling on his skin.

So it wasn't a surprise when he decided to go deeper into the forest, deeper twords his demise into something. Well if you can call a death a demise when it leads the newer, stronger, bluer you into the fray. Seeing the decayed skull twined in a cloak of metal and vines as though to shield the horror of Pandora's monster away from her children... he grasped at the his(was?) Skull. Examining each detail and facet like it would magically spring up from the grave to berate, bark, scream. It didn't have a chance to when it shattered into fine dust...

He'd be fucking damned. Local kids snooping around the Forrest like fucking roaches at cookout. But besides the fucking fact he and his team had an audience it was all the more interesting to see a human kid there bout' one or two years older than Fruitcup. The traitors been busy huh? And by the look of the other two by what Lyle said? Oh they got themselves half-breeds. His heavy feet trotted over to examine each one. The older girl looked like she wanted to have his eyes for jujubes. If he wasn't a trained soilder he'd be pretty shaken by the little firecrackers display. But he didn't need confirmation on the boy. He already knew who he belong to...but humoring the idea of seeing this kid flip him the bird solidified it even more...

he grabbed the boy behind his neck, making sure those thick digits of his grasped his kuru and throat in the process, watching as the little pink hissed and cursed. He's gotta say, Sully's been busy banging. The boy was almost a spitting image. Anger and all. "Where is he?" Was all he asked to the angered, flexing boy beneath him. And of course he was playing hard to get...fun language too. Quaritch didn't hesitate to grip tighter and repeat the question in the boys native tongue.

"Where' is you're father?"
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Spider wanted to fucking scream at the top of his lungs, but he could only hiss in unison with the rest of them, feeling his hair being pulled taught by a man who understands far too much with his strength. The man was quick to pull out a knife on Lo'ak - the three of them hissed and pleaded before him. Yelling out Lo'ak's name and pleads of "no" before the man turned twords Kiri, stomping his way to face her knife in hand-

"Don't touch her-! Shit! Hey! Please!" He screamed, not wanting to see Kiri- or Lo'ak, or Tuk get hurt, plus...That got the man's attention his large body turned to face his little body, clad in blue paint and wooden beads. The faint clicks of the little mask as he huffs and sweats. His little tweng hanging against his pelvis. If he plays his cards right he can- he can give them time distract them right? Jake would want-

"What's you're name kid?" He spoke. His accent was out of fuckin' place with.. everything. His body flexed at the question and response. Feeling the man behind him loosen his grip as the asshole gesture's to him. "Spider- Socorro." He looked at the man firm in place. Golden twines of his locs trickling down his shoulder.

"Miles?" Was a name he haven't heard in ages. Not for a long shot. It was a name he threw away long ago, did he hate it? Yes, did he accept it? Absolutely..but someone gave him his new name, his new meaning in living on this planet if it meant repaying him a thousand times, Loving him a thousand times. Jake gave him this name.

"No one calls me that anymore." He retorted with a snare at the man. To Quaritch it was like a kitten trying to convince one it was a Tiger... Bared fangs at the world around him, clad in stripes mimicking his own. Don't get him started on the loin-cloth.

Quaritch could only envision what he was seeing, his little boy here and alive. He's a lot younger than he remembers of course, which science puke was caring for him? Loving him. It certainly couldn't be? Sully.

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Kiri was mortified at what she was seeing, mimics of great mothers design walking amongst her soil. And worst of all the demon himself watching in golden bared eyes. Does he remember? Does he care? He shouldn't be near the boy she held close. Dare to call him son and watch his petite face recoil in disgusted. Unware of the hours of tears about one's self worth, tears of wanting to tare the tanned skin off his body.

It was a miracle when they heard her call. A familler note mother taught them that mimicks that of a avian of Pandora. She's here- and needed them to act fast. With a single shot like a slap across the soul one was dead with a piercing arrow. Then another slashed with the hacking of a blade as thunder roared.

She was quick to slide against the wet soil to the little boy puzzling his information, grasped within his hand as they run, Tuk long ahead of them with Lo'ak and Neteyam aiding. All while mother and father toyed with their undead visitor. "Keep up spider- C'mon-" she heard a vicseral crack against the bark. Fluttering locs of sun-bleached gold slid away from her grasp like sunlight.

Kiri didn't have time to dive after him- didn't have time to wiggle out of dads firm grasp as he hauled her to safety - she didn't have enough screaming of anger and rage lodged in her throat as she saw her best friend, her Monkey boy sink below into the arms of the minotaur.

"They took spider."

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All he remembered was seeing the look on Kiri's face, the crackle of heat simmering down his back as he fell, tumbling through sticks, wood and branches as leaves sliced at his thick skin, how soil and pebbles buckled at his little spine. How branches hit against his face and eyes to the point he knows he'll be seeing purple when he wakes up.

Waking up in nothing but a room, his body ached, his spine ached like wings we're ripped out his body. Thin his eyes clouded with fucking soreness - or was it the blaring white lights across the ceiling. Body thrashing against the metal surface, beating against the two way glass as if the shadows watching would ogle at the way the little boys blonde hair thrashed against his face, how feral he was to escape the confines of his prison...until he breaks down, uttering in a language far beyond his understanding as he comes to term with what this means for his life... Tommy couldn't help but feel himself cry against the little bear in his arms.

He's going to help the caged fairy if his life depends on it.

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He was strange, the young boy. He thrashed and violently threw anything out at the Windows, the guard's, doctor's, scientist- he was like a caged bird fluttering around in a confined house. Locked away from the beauty of green leaves.

Tommy was saddened for the boy as Quaritch came in to subdue him, ha was so rough but tried his best to be gentle to the boy. His son, from what he told him in bed last night. Tommy couldn't help but toss and turn that night. Nestling close under the crook of Quaritch's arm. Knowing his son was being bombarded with harsh lights, cold steel bed harsher than ice. All while Tommy rested warm against the boys purring father.

It was decided that night that he'll befriend the boy. First thing he did when he woke up from his slumber was set a plan! of course he made sure to bring tons of things he needed. Crayons, pens, markers and paper! did he need paper? yes. but he also needed to have a clear way to talk to him instead of being direct. which tommy often is when it comes to speaking to new friends. The boy was far away from home though, Tommy had the greatest Idea flash in his head. His hands caressed the paper with a stroke of green- lush like the flora and leaves that decorate Pandora's skin, Brown- deep and rich as her soil and bark that kissed it's roots. Blue- for well...a lot of things, Quartich was blue, so was the rest of the squad. the sea was blue, sky was blue, his shawl is blue! his prince in the forest was blue.

Spider could only sit in the corner of the room, nestling his body close to the door, he wanted to die, to cough in the air of Pandora and suffocate. But those thoughts didn't stay long as he saw something slide through the doors meal slot. It was simply drawn, it was-

"it's the forest." A boy's voice said through the door. Soft like a bell, he sounded like Lo'ak use to from when spider remembered he was just a baby. It was so different though. Dainty, calm and joyous. Spider wanted to be rude, wanted to scream at him to tell these demons to free him.

He didn't though. "It looks alright...trees could be better." Spider let thw drawings waxy surface slide past his finger's it was alright really, not bad- it was like the boy seen the forest, breathed through it. "Is it really magical living in the forest?" The boy asked. Spider had to think, to remember. "Yeah. It has my Freinds- family...and someone I love." (Why are you telling him this?) He practically felt the boy get closer to the door as it creaked. "You have a love too!?"

Spider couldn't help but jump at how excited door boy was. He felt so much... energy. "Yeah.. it's complicated though." It was. Spider hugged his knees, his golden dreads tumbling down. You fuck his son's. You imagine his touch on such glorious nights when (Lo'ak, Neteyam) adorned your body. Just to get close to his.

"I understand that.." Tommy knelt near the cold door, his eyes softly fluttering past the iron. His love was complicated too. He loved Quaritch,. He loves Jakey, where ever he is at least. He loves his prince in the forest. "We have that in common, yeah?" He asked lovingly.

"Guess we do... what's you're name... anyway?" Spider asked.

"Tommy."
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Ardmore only felt her glossed lips part softly in a slick smile as the massive blue man stood Beside her, watching the feed keenly. "Looks like you're little Fruitcup just made himself more useful, besides feeding that hunger of yours."

Quaritch watched the monitor with a blank expression. Fruitcup was being the best as always. Getting to know miles...his miles.

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Neteyam couldn't quite put his thoughts into words...how could he? His life, his families life just changed and shifted into so many different things. His life first and foremost - shattered. All he's been training, all the time he's been viewing dad in hopes of knowing he'll have this mantle on him as Olo'eyktan just to see mimics of their race come and snatch it away along with the golden twine of Spider. Whisking away like a fairy in the night being tattered and beaten.

It was so... confusing to see his life fall apart, all he's wanted taken from him, all he's been told since birth, since the vivid moment he gave his father that prideful smile knowing he'll be just like him when he's grown. When it's his time...to see him perish in the eyes of the clan, watching as mother had yet again to leave behind a home in which she all knew.

Pain resonating again and again for her as she held Tuk in her arms with a sob. All while they walked through the forest one last time. Memories and visions colliding into vivid spots, the tree he first climbed, the rock Lo'ak busted his lip on. The creek Spider put his spell precious on him...and the same creek he took his first shot.

It was...so much to face as they traversed to the sea, why are we leaving? Why are we running? Leaving behind the home, the people, the history?

Was he expected to just sit and watch as his Life flickered and dimmed like the way his golden twine hair shimmered within his finger tips.

all this is to say they'll reach their sanctuary. Secluded from the prying plams of RDA wanting to kill his father.

Neteyam just stood as the bleach white sand tickled and hugged at his wind-logged body. Feeling the faint heat of the sun kissing against his skin in ray after ray. Salt dancing down his body...and peering pale eyes watching them in abhorrent curiosity and scornful glares....

This was supposed to be our new home?

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Spider didn't quite understand Tommy, he was an anomaly of sort- he always visited him when they allowed him to, or when they didn't know. (They most certainly know.) Always playing games with the boy only a year or two older than him. Constantly filling his time with little games and stories he heard from earth.

He wouldn't say he hated it, the opposite in fact, a boy his age talking to him without needing to know he's a demon, that every bone in his body is tainted with the same running blood of a monster. He doesn't know about tye sleepless nights where he drapes his little body against his saviour, his life - his love's sons to fill something that'll never be. All while yearning to be looked at, loved by the man that'll hopefully save him from this crooked monster that calls himself his father.

"You're coloring too hard Spider." Tommy broke him out his thoughts, the waxy colored crayons spreading out in his bleak white prison. Tommy came in to draw the trees with him, cutting out exotic shapes of Pandora's Flora to mimick that of his home. "Sorry, got distracted." He lulled as he looked down at his drawing; a figure scribbled out with the brightest azure.

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It was fucking awful. Besides the looming fact his Freind- whore? Boyfriend? was hundreds of not thousands of miles away from them with the enemy. Was he dead? Did he get tortured? Then again knowing spider he's tough, he can handle it- he's probably whoring himself out with those false Na'vi. They're bigger than you, you know that? Stronger too? He'd get closer to those shitheads than you since they're just like Dad.<\s>

He wanted to claw those thoughts out his head as the cool water subsided around his lean waist. The thin but sturdy net wrapped within his palms. Kiri was taking the hardest toll with spiders absence. Eywa knows that boy was like a life line to her.(Neteyam and him included.) She barely spoke during her chores around the pallet. Hardly ate, and any talk of doing something she would shrug off with venomous snark. Neteyam wasn't as bad at least. Then again he was hiding the fact he fucked spider pretty well too huh? Would kinda make it obvious if he had the worse reaction of all of them.

Lo'ak huffed a bit at the thought, his fishing net being sent out again in another Swift motion as he waited for something to swim in. Countless times he watched how Neteyam would lean down to speckle the boy with hidden kisses when no one was around. Or how he'd say he's out studying the trails when he's at the base with Spider. Or Eywa forbid he's helping<\I> Spider wash his hair. Good fucking excuse.

He clenched the twine as hard as he fuckin' could with his palms, he fuckin hated it here, he hated the water, hated how the salt tussled in his braids. Hated how he feels even more like a fuckin' outsider and reject than he ever did in the jungle, he hated it. he hated it. he hated it. he hated it. he hated it-

"I don't think angrily looking at it will make fish come, you know." Lo'ak snapped up with a purple hue. His golden specs locked eyes with wide pale water pupils. Teal skin that glistened with water as her ebony curls tickled against everything she had. Practically hugging her with admiration and beauty...fuck he was staring.

"Sorry, just- slow day with the catch right?" Lo'ak stifled a little laugh. At his joke, she- she didn't quite understand human humour so he wasn't too burned at her looking confused. Hiding it with a little giggle.

"Quite, slow it is. If you want more fishes you'll have to go deeper." Tsireya chuckled at Lo'ak. "It'll give you some swim practice too."

Lo'ak didn't quite hate his day all that much anymore...for now.

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Tommy was practically dancing up and down the halls of the base, zooming past scientists, walking officials of hells gate, and most of all the big blue recoms littered throughout the place. Waving at anyone who bothered to pay him some mind. Tommy was use to being treated good. Even with Jake when they Young. Despite Jakey deserving it much more than him.

"Little Sully! Come here!" One called from the room, this recom group's we're in the rec rooms. The few that had enough space for humans and recoms. Tommy didn't oblige one bit when he pranced his way over,

Few of the recoms he haven't quite got names of, but named didn't matter much, he has all the time to know them all in due time. "How's colonel little princess fairing today eh? Hear you've been taming some dragons lately." Lyle teased, cupping the boys little bottom with one hand. Ja couldn't help but send a chuckle his way as she ate some strange bar, her massive teeth bit through it like butter.

"Be careful baldy. Don't wanna get too handsy with Quaritch 's fruit cup." She hummed, her thick boots hanged on the table as she ate. Lyle just let his golden eyes roll as he lifted the boy up with one hand behind him, his little neck being so close to that large mouth. "Won't hurt to have a little taste now huh? Ain't that Right fruit cup~?<\s> " Lyle teased Tommy, his large tongue softly licking across his collar bone, causing the little one to practically giggle at the texture of his tongue. "I-I don't mind!" Tommy laughed as Lyle kept playfully licking and "eating " at the boy.

"I sure do." The booming voice behind them with that familiar southern drawl was unmistakably belonging to Colonel, his thick massive muscular frame looming over the now sweating Lyle. Ja just had to fuckin laugh at how this will play out.

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Quaritch

Tommy and spider

My prince

Jake and Neytri

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Spider's been here for more than a week. Two? Three? Hell maybe 5 weeks. He's hated the constant questions, constant touches and survey's as they figure out what to fucking get out of him. Tommy was... different to get use to really. He looks familiar like he should know him, but something about how he carried himself with whimsy reminded him of Kiri- how he moved through the base like it was his dancefloor. Neteyam did that-

He hasn't thought about Neteyam. Or even Lo'ak - Tuk even. Jake's a whole different story though. He won't betray them, he'll rather see his brains blow the fuck out before that...

Then he hasn't even bothered to think about the fucking palulkan in the room. His "Dad" sure it helps knowing he's now a walking, talking big Blue demon. (Isn't that funny? The man that completely despised the people you love gets to look like them?) It makes Spiders skin crawl. He deserves that skin, he earned to be able to touch his body, long fingers sliding down each permanent stripe that delicately adorn him.

Why did he get it? Why did a man that's the devil fucking incarnate get to have something he absolutely doesn't? What's next, huh? Getting Jake wrapped around his fucking co-

Tommy thumped to his side as Spider felt his little bubble burst as the boy close to his age happily slid to hug him. "What are you doing?!" Spider yet a large yelp to the little boy who he felt softly rub against his stripes.

"They're so pretty, how come they stay on for so long?" He simply asked while his nimble hands touched and caressed the boys figure. Noticing how much firmer Spider was- despite his age being close to his he was stronger, more thicker in areas than Tommy was. Far more tanner too.

"Um. It's a sorta...paint. me and... a friend. Use to make them together, they just look cool. The animals treat me better like this." Spider didn't mean to sound so sentimental when he said it. The look Tommy gave him was absolutely saddening.

Like the little boy saw through his pain of all facets of it. He wanted to cover himself up with how Tommy looked at him. That look.  Norm gave him that look sometimes and Jake? That look is constant. "It's stupid just - forget I said anything." Spider huffed his chest out. Curling his knees together up against his face. "I don't think it's silly. I- Me and my brother use to dance together. When I wanted to become a princess I'd wear our sheets like a dress! " 

Tommy stood as he spoke about this mysterious brother of his, he spoke about him with love and passion. It was strange to see anyone speak about their sibling like that. Like he was their life.  Spider saw faint sadness in his eyes. He's well adversed in that. "Sometimes, dancing makes me feel close to him, anyone really. Like a binded book! We're always connected...Do you dance Spider?" Tommy asked him.

"Yeah, sometimes." Spider responded as Tommy slightly spun him up from his huddled position. Ignoring Mansk looming behind them. He's always tasked with making sure the two boys don't misbehave... mainly Spider.

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Kiri could hate the current land she stood on. She could feel the contempt circled through the sand as she ran her hands through it. This was to be her home? This was to be where Tuk grows n thrive? Where Lo'ak will face the same ridicule again. And her eldest? Neteyam was loosing his absolute mind through this.

So was she. She was here learning the ways of water, the way eywa birthed the sea with her womb whilst her friend was torn apart from them like a fairy whisked in the night. Brolic beastly hands pulling apart at his wings and limbs, devouring his light while his loved ones flee like cowards.. turning a blind eye to exactly the boy who would give up everything for them, she hated leaving her home, she hated the way she couldn't remember the last time full bridal joy enclosed her. She hated how they left spider in the hands of the demon.

"Baby girl, everything alright?" Kiri felt her eyes snap away from the sand gripping from her fingers. Dad was so quick to let them leave, so quick to dismiss Spider loyalty to the Navi...so quick to let those demons have him..

"Yeah dad, I'm alright." Kiri stated with a disdain lingering on her tongue. Dad looked hurt at that. She shook her guilt away, he doesn't deserve grace Right now. "I just want to be left alone for a bit."

"Alright, just - just.. Family is like a book. Not because of what we write, but of how we stay binded. Tommy use to tell me that." There he goes again. That look of sadness and longing that lingers when he mentions their uncle...she could ruin this moment, she could be vile and throw away his disbelief in a dead man's words he never took to heart when it dealt with Spider...

But she didn't. Kiri knew better. "Alright...dad."

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"you'll be tasked to aid the captain, and his squad into the Ikran roost." General Ardmore looked at the boy with ease, as if she wasn't asking him to give away his cultures spoils and most treasured experience to mocked imitations of Navi. And now he was forced to take them to bond with them? To go against Eywa-

"Did you hear me boy?" She snapped him back into reality as he stood there looking at the woman with sheer disdain.

He was sitting in the uncomfortable aircraft. Thinking back to the meeting the squad and Ardmore had, her words echoing in his head. It wasn't a request, it was a demand. He thought the mission was the usual. Look for Jake, fail at finding him, repeat. But this time it's far from it. Tommy came a long with them, he was as usual excited to be out the cold bleak base. And truthfully he was happy too.

"Quaritch! look the trees!! Quaritch!" Tommy was practically on his father like glue, nestled close beside him on spiders left. Spider huffed at the whole thing. He was forced to sit next to his dad. Calling him that was still... weird. "Fruit cup calm down. You're making Tiger antsy. He's got some big boots to fill today." Quartich added with a kindly touch to Tommy's chin, brining it up to look at him with something tender. something Spider couldn't quite place." Tommy was eager today, always is- Tiger? Spider thought about that. Was this his first nickname from an adult? Not even Jake called him anything besides his name, besides kid of course and he's not counting his name, that's his. Even Lo'ak- nor Neteyam called him anything when they laid with him. most if not all the time he's whispering those sweet words into their ears. Kiri though. she always called him Monkeyboy,  which always made him feel apart of the family. until he's ushered back into the cold base. his dream of being one of them, being with them never a accounted for as he is pushed aside again and again.

"Tiger? you There boy?" Quartich snapped him out of it as they landed near the forest- they were to go on foot from here. he could run for it. he really could. he knows this forest more than these bozos. he could slip past the blades of grass, past the flora, dive near the creeks the water- he could be safe- he can be free "no funny business boy. I made sure to take the precaution of taggin' that mask nice n well. call it a belated birthday gift." there was the kicker. shoving him down 80 steps would have felt better than planning his hope out in pure display. he could only huff at the man before climbing down the aircraft. his feet were in sheer bliss at feeling the cold, damp soil of pandora. it was like being home again. Spider watched as the others climbed out, Mansk helping Tommy out like a little princess. watching as the boy spun to adore the scenery. Endearing was an understatement, Tommy was purely ecstatic to see the forest. just like Spider, it made him a pinch more happier to see someone else share in his joy. 

"hey you know these plants can do this...right?" Spider got closer to tommy and flicked the curly plant near him, watching as the boys face lit up with excitement at the plant unfurling into soft colorful blooms. causing the younger boy to giggle in response. running about near the squad as they sat camp up before venturing the Hallelujah Mountains. Mansk making sure to keep a keen eye out on Spider and Tommy while dead beat daddy dearest chatted up with Lyle about something spider couldn't give two shit's about. "Spider! what's this plant called?" Tommy pulled at his hand as he pointed to another plant. "akrasweyn, soil keeper, it holds as much soils it can, so during rare times we have droughts. it's still moist." Spider told the boy as he sat next to Tommy, his little hands playing with the sheer leaves it had. "the leaves it has looks like fairy leaves kinda."

"Yeah. It kinda does." spider added. 

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The night went fairly standard. Spider desperately wanted to leave against the trees- feel that faint touch of nature again maybe he could quickly take his mask off- examine exactly where they put it- he could pry it off in a short time. If not he'd gladly let his life fall to not help them. (You would miss him so much.) You would die for them... Spiders ears perked up in his tent. Watching the faint crackle of dimmed fire and boots. More so the faint shadow of his father and Tommy. Spider's not dumb. He's done things like this before. But watching the faint silhouette of Quaritch grasping against his body as Tommy rode him. It was strange - uncomfortable even watching someone like Tommy do something like that. Like seeing a delicate petal move and dance amongst bleak walls..

Spider let his eyes close. His hands drifting to a place he hasn't had time (nor privacy) to do so. The thought's of someone else's touch - his touch. Echoing through him like it was meant to be as Spider stroke with each thought and word in his head. He longed for that feeling somewhat - feeling his hands slowly slide down to his tweng. Fingering and palming at his little cock. He could think of many things as he closed his eyes. 

What would he see? Who's face would linger in his mind as he drifted into his touch (and hopefully sleep.) it always starts with lo'ak, his touch was more rushed, more inexperienced and angry. As if he had something to prove to Spider, to prove to him he matters. That he belongs. So Spider matched his pace accordingly. Lo'ak's face fades like a misty day as Neteyam lingered in. Gentle and with a purpose. His touch felt sure. It was solid like rock, yet he had an inclining of something to explore with him. Confused at such a small body could handle all of him. Not even adult's yet. 

Yet throughout all those touches he shifts and changes through, only one he desperately imagines through it all, through the pained grasp at his private. Past the heavy breathing within his mask or the way fabric and grass collide in sweet friction. All he sees....

Is Jake's.