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A Matter of Persuasion

Rand stared pensively into his wine cup, fervently wishing Min were still by his side. It was almost laughable; she'd hardly been gone a day, but he already missed her more than he missed his left hand. Still, Elayne needed her more at the moment.
Logain had brought the missive, and never mind he'd told the man not to bring attention to himself, much less present himself to the Queen of Andor and half the most powerful lords and ladies in the country. Those lords and ladies were the reason Elayne needed Min's viewings. Though the letter had been vague, it was filled with enough half-hinted-at perils that he'd been tempted to go to her himself, even knowing his presence would bring more danger than anything she faced now. How dangerous could the people around her be compared to the Forsaken, even if there were darkfriends among them?
"...and the very idea of a truce with the Seanchan made the Domani nobles we have in hand start snarling like rabid dogs. There's no way you can make this work."
Sighing, Rand reluctantly forced his attention back to the man standing in front of him. "It can and will work, Logain," he said flatly, peering up through his lashes at the man. He refused to crane his neck to look up at Logain, since the man had chosen not to sit. Not that Rand would have offered him a seat anyway, not in his own sitting room. "You already know why this needs to happen. And you still haven't managed to make contact with the real Daughter of the Nine Moons."
Logain flushed, then channeled. Rand tensed, the Void coming without thought, but the older man only used flows of air to fill a cup with mulled wine from the pitcher and float it to him. Rand reluctantly let the Void go, torn between the desire to seize saidin despite the illness, and the fear of what he might do to the infuriating man before him if he did.
Kill him, Lews Therin insisted shrilly in his mind. Kill them all, and be done with the uncertainty. We don't need them. Rand firmly told him to be quiet. Still, Logain had not released saidin.
"Why are you still hiding?"
"What?" he asked, startled.
Logain pursed his lips and regarded Rand consideringly. "You heard me. Why are you still in hiding? The Forsaken found you quickly enough in Tear."
Scowling, Rand rose so quickly that Logain was forced to step back, or be knocked aside as Rand strode to the bubbly window overlooking the streets of Illian. It had seemed prudent, after the Trolloc attack, to vacate Lord Algarin's manor. As it happened, one of Cadsuane's companions was well acquainted with a merchant in Illian. One of her spies, no doubt. Cadsuane had refused to tell him whose, though.
"I'm not hiding," he said irritably. "Just because I choose not to announce my whereabouts to the whole world..." That sounded too much like an excuse. "The important thing now is the Seanchan, Logain. Once they're allied with me or destroyed, I'll deal with everything else." Light send it didn't come to that.
"It isn't a good idea to focus on them to the exclusion of everything else," Logain said patiently. "Listen, Taim--"
"Enough about Taim!" Rand snapped, turning his head just enough to see the older man's face tighten with anger. "If Taim becomes a problem, I will deal with him. Until then, I don't want to hear any more on the matter. Is that clear?"
"Yes, my Lord Dragon," the man said sullenly.
Satisfied, Rand turned back to the window. Despite the weather, there were a great many people on the streets, some hurrying about their business, and almost as many seeming to wander listlessly. Refugees, from the Prophet, or the war. He wished there was something he could do for those people. But not even the Dragon Reborn could work miracles. He laughed, bitterly, and Lews Therin cackled with him.
Behind him Logain channeled, and Rand's wine cup suddenly floated beside him. Irate, Rand snatched it out of the air. Did the man think him incapable of doing it himself? He half turned, just in time to see the complex weave of fire, air and spirit before it settled on him.
Crying out in alarm, he reached for saidin just as a wave incredible heat swept through his body, turning his muscles to jelly. Dizziness and nausea hit at the same time and he collapsed, the Void disappearing.
Panting, he lay still, forehead pressed to the cool tile of the floor. He heard the rustle of cloth, and jerked when Logain's hand came down gently on the back of his neck. Strangely, his skin seemed to pulse warmly where the other man was touching him.
"I really didn't want to have to do it this way," Logain told him softly. "But you've left me no choice. You refuse to acknowledge our concerns. You have a voice in your head giving you the wondrous knowledge from the Age of Legends, and you refuse to share it with us. You created the Black Tower, but refuse to take responsibility for it. We're yours, my Lord Dragon. And now we must make you ours."
"Wha--" Rand's thoughts weren't coming together properly. "What did you do to me?" Weakly, he tried to get to his feet, and fell into Logain, who was kneeling beside him.
Logain put his arms around Rand in an oddly gentle gesture, and Rand's whole body seemed to pulse warmly. "A rather nasty weave, I'm afraid. I got it from one of the men who had started channeling before he came to the Black Tower. Something he used to make women more amendable to his advances. Disgusting fellow. Ended up with his head on the Traitor's Tree."
"Stop this," Rand said weakly. The warm sensation was starting to become a little too pleasant.
"Too late to turn back now," Logain replied softly. He opened a gateway and half pushed, half rolled Rand onto the skimming platform. It took less than a minute to reach their destination, which turned out to be a bedchamber, presumably Logain's.
Frantically Rand reached for saidin again, fighting against Lews Therin when the madman reached for the Power as well. I'll kill them all for this! I am the Lord of the Morning! They will PAY!
He pushed Lews Therin away, drawing saidin. The sickness hit hard, doubling him over. He fought back the nausea, and almost lost it when he felt the shield slide between him and saidin. Rand fell to his knees, slumped over.
NOOOOO! Lews Therin howled, and Rand wanted to howl with him.
"Light, what's wrong with him?" That sounded like Welyn Kajima, a handsome man in his middle years from Arafel who wore his hair in two long braids with bells. Surely Kajima wasn't strong enough to shield him.
"Sickness," Logain murmured. "Maybe from the taint."
"Burn my soul, Logain," Donalo Sandomere said uneasily. "Is this really going to work?" A plain man with a creased face and a beard trimmed and oiled in the style of Tairen lords, Sandomere was not much weaker in the Power than Rand himself. He could hold us, Lews Therin muttered. But not forever. I can break the shield. It will hurt, but I can do it.
Then do it! Rand snapped at the dead man. Lews Therin grunted, but Rand could feel him pushing at the shield.
"It has to. There's too much at stake, and he won't give us so much as a fingernail clipping willingly." Logain's large hand rested briefly, almost possessively, atop Rand's head. "I have to go back and make sure his watchdogs don't start yapping." Logain went back through the gateway, and the weave vanished.
Rand straightened, scowling after the man before turning to observe his captors. Kajima leaned easily against the bedpost, dark eyes intent on Rand. Sandomere stood next to him, looking uncertain. Mezar Kurin leaned against the doorframe, while Karldin Manfor lingered behind him in the sitting room. All of them held saidin. 'Just the five of them?' he thought angrily. He was the Dragon Reborn, them sworn to serve him, and they thought to subdue him with just five? He would make them regret that!
Still four too many, Lews Therin said unhappily. They have taken us prisoner!
"You need to stop trying to break free. My Lord Dragon," Sandomere said apologetically. "We really don't want to hurt you."
Rand snarled at the man, furious. Manfor pushed past Kurin to kneel before Rand, a handsome man with a narrow face and pale yellow hair. "If this weave works like Logain says it will, we shouldn't have any trouble with him fighting back." Manfor reached out to cradle Rand's face in his hands. Rand tried to jerk back, but Manfor held tight, leaning forward to press his mouth against Rand's.
A jolt went through him, the thrill going straight to his groin. His lips parted of their own volition, and Manfor deepened the kiss. Waves of pleasure rolled through him and his tongue twined with Manfor's hungrily. He whimpered when Manfor finally pulled away.
They were both panting, breathless, staring at each other from inches away. Manfor was grinning broadly, cheeks red. "I don't think Beldeine would approve," he murmured softly, "but I think this is going to be very good... for all of us." The pale-haired man caressed his cheek gently, and Rand leaned into the touch. It felt good. His whole body was tingling pleasurably.
This... Lews Therin sounded frightened. This isn't right.
Rand came back to himself with a start, pulling away from Manfor and scrabbling back only a few paces before hitting the wall. He wanted to stand, but the warmth still pulsing through him all but turned his muscles to jelly. A fine thing, when he couldn't trust his own body.
"What are we waiting for?" Kajima demanded. He channeled, flows of Air wrapping around Rand and lifting him. "Let's get started." Rand was tossed unceremoniously onto the bed. A moment later Kajima joined him, minus coat. Rand wished his own coat was not back in his sitting room as he thrashed against the bonds of Air. Kajima knelt over him, stroking a hand over his chest. Rand quivered, biting back a moan at the waves of pleasure. Kajima smiled broadly, finding a nipple through the thin material of Rand's shirt and pinching. Rand's hips jerked in response and he gasped, realizing with horror that he was getting hard. NO! I... don't... want... this...
This must be some form of Compulsion! Lews Therin wailed. They can't do this to us! The dead man redoubled his efforts at breaking the shield. Lews Therin' efforts were starting to cause a dull throb behind Rand's temples, helping him fight the pleasant lassitude--No! I will NOT enjoy this!--that had claimed his body.
"He's still fighting," Sandomere said.
Rand lifted up his head to glare at the older man. "Burn you all to the pit of doom for this," he spat, teeth bared. "When I get free, I'm going to--"
What he would have done the Asha'man never found out, because Kajima chose that moment to untuck Rand's shirt and run a hand along the smooth, pale expansive of Rand's stomach.
And Rand... melted.
Tension left him in a rush even as his body moved languorously beneath Kajima's stroking hand. He half-sighed, half-moaned, closing his eyes as sparks of pleasure raced through his body. Lews Therin echoed his moan, and ceased his assault on the shield.
"Look at that," Kurin said incredulously. "He's really getting off on this." A hand, larger than Kajima's, pressed against his crotch, where his erection was tenting the finely woven wool of his pants. Rand moaned again, tossing his head and thrusting his hips against the Asha'man's hand.
He opened his eyes to see the Domani leaning over the bed on his left, an expression of delight on his plain face. Through a haze of unnatural pleasure, icy dread gripped him. This was wrong. "Please... stop." His plea came out weak and breathy. His cheeks felt suffused with heat, and his body still moved independently of his mind under Kajima's caresses and Kurin's large, warm hand. In that moment, Rand hated himself as he'd never hated anyone before. Burn him for his weakness!
Kurin laughed. "Want me to stop, huh?" Kurin's hand rubbed hard against his crotch, bringing an involuntary cry of delight form Rand as his hips bucked under the man's touch. Kurin laughed again, giving a final rough squeeze before pulling his hand away.
Rand moaned at the loss, then shuddered as Kajima's hands moved upward, each finding a nipple. "Like that, don't you?" the Arafellan murmured. He pulled his hands back, only to push Rand's shirt up to his armpits. Rand nearly screamed as Kajima lowered his mouth to Rand's right nipple and licked, one long, lingering stroke of his tongue. His hand rose reflexively to tangle in the other man's braided hair.
The bonds of Air were gone, and Rand hadn't even noticed. They've released us, Lews Therin said breathily. Yes... Ooooh yessss..... Rand was not sure whether that last comment was about their freedom, or because Kajima had taken Rand's nipple into his mouth and bit gently.
Rand cried out softly, grip tightening on Kajima's hair while his body quivered under the man's ministrations. One of Kajima's hands had gone back to roving over Rand's torso, while the other played gently with Rand's left nipple. He panted, eyes rolling back at the incredible sensations.
The bed shifted on his left, and then Manfor was leaning over him. The man buried his right hand in Rand's hair, the other hand bracing him on the bed next to Rand's head as he pressed his mouth against Rand's. Rand returned the kiss eagerly, sucking urgently on the other man's tongue when Manfor slipped it past his lips.
With Kajima's hands and mouth on his chest, and Manfor's tongue twined with his own, Rand hardly noticed when someone began pulling off his boots. The exquisite pleasure had him writhing beneath the two men. After what seemed like Ages Manfor pulled away, leaving Rand's head to loll against the sheets, a euphoric dizziness clouding his mind. He licked his lips, the taste of Manfor still strong on his tongue. His breath hitched as Kajima abandoned his right nipple and licked his way to Rand's left, sucking hard on the protruding bud.
Hands at his waist made him gasp. He lifted his head to see Sandomere unbuckling his belt. "We'll just get these off you, my Lord Dragon." The man's creased face held a hint of a smile. "They'll only be in the way."
At the foot of the bed, Kurin began pulling off Rand's stockings, pausing to tickle the bottom of his right foot. Rand thrashed a little, and when the man crouched to run his tongue along the arch of Rand's foot, he let out a sound that was half whimper, half laugh, and all pleasure.
Sandomere pulled off his belt and tossed it aside, and Rand rolled his hips when the older man's hands went to the laces of his pants. "Please," he whimpered, then gasped and shuddered when Kajima bit down hard on his nipple, one hand kneading the smooth skin on Rand's uninjured side.
Rand let his head fall back, continuous whimpers rising from the back of his throat. Manfor stroked his hair, and Rand hooked his left arm around the man's neck, pulling him back down for another breathtaking kiss.
Sandomere finished with the laces, and Rand obligingly lifted his hips for the older to man to slip off his pants and smallclothes. He shivered and panted against Manfor's mouth as the cool air caressed his erection.
Oh yes, yes, yes, Lews Therin chanted in his mind, trailing off in an ecstatic cry echoed by Rand when Sandomere's rough, calloused hand lightly stroked his hardness. When Kurin slithered onto the bed and began licking and nibbling his way up Rand's inner thighs he shrieked into Manfor's mouth, writhing frantically. The stimulus from the four men and Logain's strange weave were almost enough to bring him to orgasm. Trembling, sweat running down his face and body in rivulets, he thrust hard into Sandomere's hand, spreading his legs as far as he could to accommodate Kurin and his beautiful, pleasing mouth. The feel of the Domani's rough hair brushing against his member was almost more than Rand could bear.
"What's this?"
Rand half-sobbed as the four men pulled away from him almost simultaneously. "Logain," Kajima murmured, one hand still caressing Rand's stomach with feather-light caresses, causing the muscles to spasm.
"I thought I told you to wait." Rand rolled his eyes toward the doorway, having to force his eyes to focus on the man who'd once falsely proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn. Logain's lips were pursed, but his expression said he wasn't nearly as displeased as his words had suggested.
"He wouldn't stop fighting, Logain," Sandomere muttered, tugging at his beard. "Burn me, we couldn't think what else to do."
Logain's dark eyes seemed to drink in the scene: Rand, flushed and sweaty, legs spread, with a hand gripping one of Kajima's braids and the other arm still around Manfor's neck. Kajima sprawled on his right side, Manfor kneeling high on his left. Sandomere sitting lower on the bed, right thigh pressed against Rand's left. Kurin, on his hands and knees between Rand's legs. All were fully dressed. Suddenly, Rand felt very vulnerable.
"As long as I get to be the first to take him," Logain said, smiling. The heat in the older man's gaze as he moved to the bed made Rand squirm. His body tingled as Logain's gaze raked over him. Icy fear trickled down his spine, reminding Rand that this--the pleasure--was all wrong.
"Not bad looking at all, are you?" Logain murmured. Rand whimpered, hips jerking as Logain reached over Kajima to lightly stroke the head of Rand's member. "And just about ready to come, by the look of it." The other Asha'man chuckled, and Manfor ducked his head to lick along Rand's jawline.
Letting his breath out in a hiss, Rand pulled away from Manfor and Kajima. Sitting up, he dragged himself backwards until his back pressed against the smooth, cool wood of the headboard. He brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. His body ached at the loss of contact, and he had to fight to keep from reaching out to Manfor, who sat tantalizingly close.
Kajima reached out to touch him, but Logain stopped the other man with a hand on his shoulder. "Still playing hard to get, my Lord Dragon?" The title sounded mocking on the other man's lips. "You won't resist much longer." The man's tone was so infuriating, it was almost enough to help Rand push back the raging fire of passion that still threatened to engulf him. Almost.
Locking eyes with Rand, Logain unbuttoned his coat with slow, deliberate movements. Rand had to struggle to keep his eyes on the other man's face, and not on the hands undressing him. Not that his face was much better. The naked desire that heated his gaze was as intense as Rand's own, making him very aware of his own erection pressed against his thigh.
The coat was shrugged off; the shirt followed soon after. Logain toed off his boots and socks, and began unlacing his pants. Unable to keep his eyes away any longer, Rand's gaze lingered on the older man's broad shoulders, the well-defined muscles on his chest and stomach. A small trail of dark curls ran from his stomach down into his trousers, and the larger patch on his chest looked perfect for tangling fingers in...
With a start, Rand realized he was uncurling, leaning towards Logain, right hand half raised. Embarrassment temporarily won over desire and he pulled himself back, rewrapping his arms so tightly around his legs that his muscles began complaining immediately.
Logain thew back his head and roared with laughter. Cringing inside, Rand forced himself to look away. Kurin was leaning back on his heels, the combination of amusement and desire making his face... not handsome, but less plain. The Domani's own arousal was obvious even through his pants. The sight seemed made him catch his breath, heightening his own desire. He jerked his gaze to Sandomere, who had scooted to the edge of the large bed. The Tairen was smiling almost gently at Rand, but one hand was between his legs and his breath came hard. A jolt went straight to his groin as he watched, wide-eyed, Sandomere's lips part, and his tongue move slowly over first the top, then bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. Looking up into Sandomere's dark, knowing eyes did not help.

A touch on his lower thigh made him jump. His eyes jerked to Kajima, who gave him a slow, languorous smile. The man's hand stroked the exposed flesh and Rand had to fight the urge to spread his legs to give Kajima better access. He couldn't stop his body from quivering with desire, and the feel of Manfor's hot, moist breath on his ear as the pale-haired man leaned in close made him moan softly.
His hazel eyes were bright with excitement. "Look," he whispered, pressing his fingertips against Rand's jaw, trying to turn his head to face the last person in the world he wanted to look at.
"No," he replied, even more softly, but a soft moan from Logain jerked his eyes back to the man.
Naked, and obviously comfortable with it, the man stood staring at Rand with one hand on his hip and the other cupping...
The sight of it took Rand's breath away. Long, thick and fully hard, surrounded by a shock of dark curls; Logain cradled in his hand one of the most beautiful things Rand had ever seen. His pulse raced, and he made a small, needy sound in the back of his throat. He couldn't look away.
"Move," Logain said, and Kajima obligingly rolled off the bed. Logain moved to stand next to the head of the bed, legs pressed against the mattress. Rand whimpered, eyes darting up to Logain's dark, dark eyes; pools deep enough to drown in, and drown gladly. His gaze went down to the man's erection, then back up to his face. His skin felt over-heated, and too tight. Thrills like tiny bolts of lightening leapt through his body. Slowly, Logain raised his free hand and extended it towards Rand.
"Come."
Rand's body responded to the command. With an anguished moan he uncurled, went to his hands and knees before Logain. He rubbed his cheek against the man's calloused palm, and his whole body sang with pleasure. His eyes fell once again on Logain's hardness, trembled as he watched the man's thumb stroke almost idly over part of the length.
His gaze went back to Logain's face, lingered on the man's lips, curled in a roguish smile. He had a generous mouth, lips plump, moist, and perfectly formed. A very kissable mouth, but it wasn't what Rand wanted to kiss at the moment. His eyes met Logain's, and the heat in the man's gaze made him light-headed. His will to resist dwindled to nothing under the man's intense stare, and with a long sigh he succumbed completely to his desire, crawling forward and lowering his head to press his lips lightly against the tip of Logain's erection.
The older man's breath hitched, and he shivered. Encouraged, Rand parted his lips and lightly flicked his tongue over the head of Logain's member, then took the whole head into his mouth, sucking lightly. Both Logain's hand moved to bury themselves in Rand's hair, gripping so tight it was almost painful. Rand pulled back, and the other man made a sound of protest, tried to force Rand's head back down. He gave that delicious hardness one last lick, the slightly salty taste of Logain's pre-come coating his tongue.
Rand scooted closer, lifting his mouth to Logain's stomach. Slowly he rose to his knees, kissing and licking his way up Logain's torso. He ran his fingers through to man's chest hair, licked experimentally at one nipple, and was rewarded with a loud moan. One of Logain's hands fell to the back of Rand's neck, roughly kneading the flesh there. Rand's body shook: he was surprised at the intense waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Good spot, is it?" Rand took a small amount of satisfaction at the breathy, trembling quality of Logain's voice. The hand still buried in his hair jerked his head away from Logain's chest, forced his head back so he looked up into the other man's face. Logain's cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, eyes slightly glassy. The man looked down at him, eyelids half-lowered.
"Enough of this. I think you're ready."
Ready for what? Rand wanted to ask, but Logain was already moving away.
"Get off the bed," he commanded as he bent down and scooped up his coat, searching the pockets.
At first Rand thought he was who Logain was talking to, but the bed shifted and Rand twisted around slowly, hardly able to believe that the taste of Logain's body had completely driven the other four out of his mind.
Kajima and Manfor were sliding off the bed, both completely nude. Kajima had a light dusting of dark hair on his chest. Manfor's was smooth. Both were sleekly muscled, though Kajima was a little thick around the middle. Kurin and Sandomere had both moved to the foot of the bed, the former in just his smallclothes, the latter still wearing his trousers. Neither had bodies that anyone would call beautiful, but Rand could hardly tear his eyes away from their exposed flesh, except to stare at the other two. Rand's stomach clenched for wanting to touch them. He started to crawl forward.
Logain let out an exclamation of triumph. Rand turned to see him holding up a large vial of some amber-colored fluid. His eyes met Rand's, and he smiled eagerly. "Lay down," he commanded.
Rand flopped bonelessly onto his back, legs akimbo, arms folded above his head. Logain crawled onto the bed, vial held in one hand. He straddled Rand's hips, eliciting a moan, and bent down to claim Rand's mouth in a rough, passionate kiss.
Rand squirmed, hips rolling. The feel of Logain's body covering his own was so good it was almost unbearable. Waves of pleasure rolled through him as he pressed himself against the older man, wrapping his arms around Logain's neck and caressing the man's tongue eagerly with his own. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Logain tore his mouth away, laughing breathlessly. "If you keep this up, you aren't going to last much longer," he told Rand with a smile. Rand just moaned, thrusting his hips sharply. Logain's erection pressed against his own, the delicious friction bringing him close to orgasm. He'd never wanted anything more. Each thrust made his body sing with pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head, lashes fluttering. So close...
Groaning, Logain rolled off him, and Rand cried out at the loss. Logain channeled, and Rand jerked as a flow of Air wrapped tightly around the base of his erection and balls.
"Wha...?"
"That will keep you from coming too soon," Logain told him with another laugh, tying off the flow and releasing saidin. Rand watched, wide-eyed, as Logain's hands slid down his body to stroked his hardness, then slip behind his balls. Using two fingers, Logain firmly rubbed the soft flesh behind his scrotum and Rand's body spasmed, the incredible pleasure tearing a soft scream from his throat.
Prostate, Lews Therin whispered in his mind. Feels so good...
He lay still as Logain removed his hands, panting and trembling. The other man stroked the outside of his thighs, slid up to his side. One hand hesitated, hovering over the never-healing wounds. Logain let out a heavy sigh.
"Turn over," he ordered. "I want you on your hands and knees."
Obediently Rand rolled over and up on his knees, supporting his upper body on his elbows. Logain ran a hand down his back and he shivered in equal parts pleasure and anticipation.
The hand stroked slowly down the curve of Rand's buttocks, then ran a finger back up along the crack. Rand shivered. The hand fell away, and Rand craned his neck around to see Logain coating two of his fingers with the thick fluid from the vial. Some kind of oil, Rand thought, from the way it gleamed. "Spread your legs as far as you can," Logain commanded, and Rand eagerly obeyed.
Logain spread Rand's bottom-cheeks one-handed. The feel of a slick finger pressing against his opening made him gasp. The finger slid inside him, followed quickly by the second.
The feeling was... strange. Not painful, but not exactly pleasant, either. The two fingers scissored at his opening, stretching the puckered hole, the slid all the way in to probe deep within. The fingers were starting to feel quite nice when they brushed against a spot within him that sent him jerking forward with a loud cry, shuddering as the pleasure swept all coherent thought away.
"Oh please, Light, please, PLEASE!"
Dimly, he heard the other Asha'man surrounding the bed chuckling, but all he could think about was the incredible pleasure Logain's fingers brought. He thrust his hips back, and moaned "Nooooo!" when Logain pulled his fingers all the way out. He craned his neck around to stare at the man again with wide, pleading eyes. Logain patted his bottom in a reassuring manner, and nodded to the other men, each of whom stared, enraptured, at the two men on the bed.
Then Logain poured more of the oil into one hand, and began coating his erection with it.
Heart pounding, Rand trembled, panting eagerly. The other man took far too much time covering his member, then replacing the stopper in the vial. Rand whined, thrusting his hips back. Logain's lips quirked, and he positioned himself, kneeling, behind Rand. He parted the younger man's cheeks, pressing the tip of his hardness against the tight opening. Rand tried to thrust back again, but Logain had a firm grip, keeping Rand's hips still as he slowly worked his way inside.
Logain's shaft was significantly larger than his two fingers had been, but the memory of overwhelming pleasure sustained Rand even as he thought Logain had filled him nearly to bursting. The older man rocked his hips experimentally, then pulled halfway out and thrust back in, a long, rolling thrust that tore a scream from Rand's throat and sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Shuddering, Rand thrust back eagerly, and this time Logain let him.
They quickly found a rhythm, Logain thrusting hard and fast while Rand rocked back against him, a steady stream of soft cries and pleas spilling from him. With each thrust the pleasure seemed to increase exponentially until Rand was reduced to a sobbing, incoherent mass of nerve endings incapable of feeling anything but pleasure. Even the linen sheets beneath him added their own exquisite notes to his symphony of ecstasy.
Logain picked up the pace, and Rand thought he was going to die from sheer bliss. It was a shock when the other man's warm seed spilled into him. With a few final, uneven thrusts Logain finished, and they both collapsed onto the bed.
The dark-haired man may have been done, but Rand was far from finished. Frantic to find his own release, he rolled his hips against the mattress. The wonderful friction made him cry out, but orgasm remained elusive.
"Looks like you weren't enough for him, Logain," Kajima said slyly. With a groan Logain propped himself up and pulled out of Rand. Sobbing at the loss, Rand ground his hips hard against the mattress as Logain rolled off him.
A hard slap on his bottom made him pause, and then Kajima was beside him, nudging Rand's hip with his knee. "Roll over," the Arafellan urged, and Rand obligingly rolled onto his back. Kajima bent over him, pillow in hand. "Lift your hips."
Rand eagerly did as he was told, and Kajima slid the pillow under his hips. "For support," the man muttered. Rand's breath caught at the sight of Kajima's member, already slick and gleaming with oil.
Gripping Rand's hips, Kajima wasted no time in sliding into him. He wasn't nearly as long or thick as Logain, and Rand regretted the loss. Then Kajima began to thrust, and Rand forgot Logain as the pleasure took hold of him again.
Kajima didn't last nearly as long as Logain, and Rand screamed in frustration as he was once again denied orgasm. Manfor quickly took Kajima's place. Where Logain and Kajima had both done him hard and fast, Manfor liked two quick, shallow thrusts followed by a long, slow deep one. He quickly had Rand writhing in ecstasy, seeing stars with each lingering stroke against that wonderful spot within him.
Kurin had him back on his knees, bottom in the air. Rand whined and begged as Kurin took him, but the Domani wouldn't so much as touch his erection, and finished quickly. Sandomere wanted him on his back: the man was far too gently for Rand's liking, rocking Rand's hips slowly while he lavished kisses on Rand's chest, which Rand liked very much.
When Sandomere finished, Rand was surprised to see Logain hovering over him once again. But the man was hard and ready, and Rand lifted his hips eagerly, welcoming Logain with soft murmurs and caresses as Logain slid into him once again. It took only a few hard thrusts to reduce Rand to a sobbing, quivering mess, hips moving to meet Logain's in a quick, frantic rhythm. Then Logain's rough hand was on his erection, and Rand screamed his pleasure, writhing uncontrollably.
Logain was soon pounding into him faster and harder, and Rand barely had time to register the pressure at the base of his erection was gone before orgasm exploded over him. He screamed his pleasure, over and over again, raking blood furrows in Logain's shoulders as the pleasure took him to heights he'd never imagined. As Logain spilled his own seed into Rand for the second time that night, blackness spilled over Rand's vision. Waves of pleasure continued to roll through him as he slipped from consciousness.

Rand came back to himself slowly. The first thing he registered was warmth on his face and shoulders. Cracking an eye, he squinted against the glare of the morning sun spilling into the room through partially closed curtains.
Groaning, he turned his head away from the light. Bringing him face-to-face with Logain.
The older man wore a lazy smile on his face, contentment in his eyes. Rand stared at him, uncomprehending. "What are you doing--?"
It hit him, suddenly, that he was not in his own room. Jerking upright, he scanned the room, the beginnings of panic stirring within him. "What am I doing here, Logain?" he demanded harshly.
The man sat up, blinking lazily and looking entirely unconcerned. "Surely you remember what happened last night?"
"What are you talking about?" But, suddenly, Rand knew. The memory washed over him, leaving him trembling and cold in the warm morning sunlight.
"No," he whispered. "No, it can't be."
"It is," Logain assured him with a smile. He cupped Rand's cheek with one large hand, and Rand whimpered at the warm, gently pleasure kindled by the gentle touch.
Feeling faint, Rand fell back onto the bed. Remembering pleasure. Remembering the Asha'man. Remembered himself, crying and begging like a wanton thing. Horror tightened his chest, made it difficult to breathe.
"Are you all right?" Logain's face hovered over his, looking concerned. "I had Kajima Heal you before he left, but if you're still feeling sore..."
"I'm fine," Rand whispered hoarsely. Logain frowned, brushing fingers lightly across Rand's cheek. Wiping away tears, he realized with mild surprise. He hadn't even noticed when he'd started weeping. "I'm going to make you pay for this," he said weakly.
Logain smiled brilliantly down at him. "Oh, I don't think so.... Rand."
Rand's jaw clenched, then he sucked in his breath as Logain trailed a hand down his chest. Gently, pulsating waves of warmth, flowing through his body like honey...
Rand's eyes widened in panic. "That weave. You used it on me again."
Logain's eyebrows rose. "Again?" he said mildly. "Why would I? You need only use it once. I think Taim might have ignored that nasty fellow if his little trick," Logain sneered a little, "had been a one-time deal. But it seems that once you use it, the victim will always crave your touch. Will be," he lightly rubbed one nipple, "completely consumed by desire, if they don't get you often enough. He had several women trailing after him, at the end. Too many people noticed."
His eyes were gently as he leaned down to press his lips against Rand's. Rand shuddered. No kiss should have been so pleasurable.
"What do you want from me?" he whispered fearfully when the man let up.
"First, some sharing of knowledge," the older man said cheerfully. "I'm sure you have plenty more wonderful tricks like those Deathgates of yours hidden up your sleeve." Logain's hand slid down to stroke his stomach, and Rand quivered and moaned at his touch.
We can teach him Lightening Shots, Lews Therin panted eagerly. And Spinning Earthfire, and--
Some small corner of his mind thought he should be frightened, or angry, but Logain's hand was sliding further down, and all Rand could think of was what would please the older man most.
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