Two of a Kindda

SHOUTOUT

if you loved Prince Nuada from The Golden Army Hellboy2
go read 'Saving Nuada' Author [Gwenfarr]
The Angel of Death and the Goddess can not allow Nuada to die, so they play with the strands of fate.
http://movies.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600092437
het fan fic with some steamy oh so delish sex scenes... but way importantly the writing is awesome! there is plot! and the author's character Dawn/Light is a strong determined loyal competent woman a true equal to the this immortal elven prince

respectfully it was because of Gwen's story that I decide to write my own
*bows with a flourish*

Two of a Kindda
an Aodh (my OC) and Nuada (Hellboy2 The Golden Army) very AU fanfic

extra warning:
I tried to click off everything I thought this story may have... eventual
don't expect all the sex types in those warnings to be right away...
this is a WIP...
Im not sure I know where this story will end up but I hope you enjoy the ride!

EDIT:
now originally I was planning a very adult sexual (yes with all the naughty bits!)
slash M/M yaoi fantasy
(as the very first inspiration came from my wet dreams! which are very naughty and sexual! indeededo!)

but the more I plan this story out..
the more I write...
the less it seems likely this will happen.

NOT B/C I cant write slash... I can! and do indeed love yaoi!
NOT B/C I dont think Nuada is capable of a M/M slash romantic relationship with Aodh...
BUT JUST B/C I feel the story demands that the themes be about acceptance and tolerance
and the reconciliation of the Fae and Humans' worlds...

THE MORE I GET DRAWN INTO THIS STORY IM WRITING
THE MORE THE STORY TELLS ME WHERE IT WANTS TO GO
THE STORY IT WANTS TO TELL
THE LESS IT SEEMS TO WANT TO BE JUST ANOTHER SEXUAL FLUFFY STORY

so anyone expecting alot of sex..
Im sorry I will likely disappoint you

ofcourse there still may be some sex...
but thats NOT gonna be the REASON this story is being written

I will have to give you warning that this is gonna be very very alternate universe...
that Im not writing a Hellboy story... its not really set in the Hellboy world
tho it may go there, thats unknown as of yet
its gonna start in Aodh's world, which is my world, my version of the real modern world

Aodh is my faery OC... he lives in my head an tortures me daily... he has a very long involved story of his own,... but he demanded to play with the pale prince

so... Im plucked Nuada out of his world and shoved him into Aodh's... there are similarities... both elf and faery live in a modern version of this world... but in Aodh's reality the magical folk are even rarer... and scattered... there isn't any royalty... Aodh would be the closest.. and Nuada isn't gonna like that... Nauda will see Aodh more as a fool... there are going be a lot of things about Aodh Nuada hates... but that will be the fun... torturing him

now if you're reading fanfics in the Hellboy movie section
than you should be familiar with Nuada... I hope I can recreate him to your expectations!

I wanted people who aren't familiar with Aodh to learn about him just as part of the story... I know what most people think of when they hear faery... tinkerbell like sprites... Aodh is more like one of the Sidhe... he isn't tiny and he doesn't have wings... tho to say he looks like a human would be a far stretch...

If you wish to see (art of) Aodh... he make numerous appearances in my DeviantArt gallery
http://hawthorne-cat.deviantart.com/
he also has his own web site...
on Elftown under Aodh of SabbathNight
http://www.elftown.com/wiki.html?name=Aodh%20of%20SabbathNight

oh and PS... The Twins existed in Aodh's story long before, I didnt just make twins b/c Nuada and Nuala are twins... these twins have no supernatural 'connection' they are just two charming Montreal lads

so enough of all that... on with the story...

*****

intro: A Change in the Wind

In frustration, Aodh threw down the sheets of papers he been trying to work on for the last few hours. He was too restless to concentrate. For one, nothing interesting had happened lately. He was between lovers and lack of stimulation did nothing good for his creative processes. Secondly he felt a change in the wind, a shift in the weather, a distant scent in the air. It beckoned him to leave his home and go outside.

He stretched his long thin frame, and arching his back like a cat. "A walk might be what I need. A drink, at that new club, maybe meet someone." he mused to himself as he headed out of his loft, and down the stairs to the street.

He now heard the wind. Its moan so seductive.

He flung open the door and his senses reeled. The sky was two toned, the line of the front moving rapidly towards him. The air was charged with electricity. He felt a sudden surge of energy through his body. "Woooooohpee!" he cried out loud like a child, leaping down the sidewalk, racing toward the the storm.

The streets were nearly empty. Most humans having the sense to head straight home from work and take shelter during such weather. But the faery was heedless to caution. He ran with abandon. Clothes tugged and pulled, his mess of red gold copper hair tossed about from the roots, his copper eyes skyward as his long legs and feet leapt litter and other obstacles blown into his path.

"Whoa what was that!?!" he cried out in awe as he felt a force entirely different than just the wind pass him. Pass through him. It stole his breathe and he felt a thousand feathers brush over his soul.

Without another thought, he turn on his heel, back the way he had come, in pursuit of that presence he had felt. "Come back! Please! Be with me!" he cried out with an ancient longing. Both his breath and the wind was harsh in his long tapered ears, his hair now blowing forward into his face, obscuring his sight, he was shoved along nearly tripping, always too slow, too late, the presence always ahead.

If Aodh had been aware of where he was heading he would of realized he was following the elusive presence into to the centre of town, and he was alone in the storm. All humans seem to be cowering safe in their structures which, even considering the weather, was strange. This was a large city, and normally at all hours of the day, any day there were always people busy at some task or other; but now there was no one to be seen. Not now. Now at this time, the streets were empty, deserted, like someone had removed everyone... or... as if Aodh had gone to someplace and time they didn't exist.

He was alone with the wind and the strange presence within it.

Finally exhausted from his head long run, Aodh stumbled to a halt, leaning forward hands upon knees, head hung, his lungs heaving for the need of air, and a stitch in his side. "Why...?" he asked. "Why do you...? why don't you...?" he stuttered, his emotions and thoughts as raged as his breath.

He lifted his head and witnessed a strange sight. The squall had collected a tonne of trash and debris from the streets, but also more dust and sand than even a city could supply. All that was now spinning about him. And yet where he stood it was calm. And quiet. He was in the eye of the storm.

"I feel you! Reveal yourself to me! Why do you hide when you know how I long for you?" the faery beseech.

A hollow dry laugh rang out. Sand and dust spun towards the circle centre, "I am not who you think I am." came the words as a tall dark figure materialized from the whirlwind of earth. Double wings spread out to either side each pin feather adorned with a single eye. The figure's head was hidden behind a shroud, but long bony fingered hands raised to lift away the veil.

Aodh stood in awe but fearless, "You are a God!" he spoke with certainty.

"Yes... but not the God who you feel has abandoned you."

"You know of the one I-" the faery began, but his question was cut off.

"I am not here to discuss that matter. I have another task." Again the dust and sand spun towards the centre, this time forming in front of the spectre. A sudden shower of rain fell directly in front of the grim robed god, as a less daunting figure materialized. Pale skin, hair, tall, well built and lifeless, the figure of a man hung suspended between bony hands.

Aodh stared in amazement, watching this creation, confused as to what purpose the Death God had. Sudden lightning struck and he fell back stunned and blinded. Hairs all over his body were standing on end from that close call. He shaded his vision and tried to see the two figures.

But there was only one. The pale man standing alone on wobbly uncertain feet. As Aodh watched, his chest lifted and he breathed in a gasping lung full of air. Golden eyes opened, but only momentarily, for they rolled back into his head as his legs gave out under his weight.

Aodh rushed forward to support him even as he crashed down onto pale knees. The faery managed to keep his head from hitting the ground, falling to his own knees.

"Take care of him. He has much to learn." came the same dry voice of the God, and than Aodh felt the deity pass away, back to where ever she had come.


Chapter One: House Guest

"Well that was interesting." Aodh mused once more to himself, since talking to an unconscious man didn't count. "I wonder who you are. Someone important for a god to be messin' with." He shoved his own disappointment back down deep into his subconscious.

He looked about. The unnatural storm seemed to have ceased at the same time the god left. Likely the city's normal human population would be returning to the street. "Better get you covered up and home. Can't leave good lookin' nakkid men laying about like so much litter. Not when I've been told to look after you." He removed his jacket and wrapped it about the pale shoulders, than pulled his 'T' over his head and tore it open down one side. "And this was one of my favourites. Fuck!" He wrapped this make shift skirt about pale hips. It was a supreme bit of effort that kept the faery from doing more, but fondling the unaware lacked some of the amusement in his opinion.

Now dressed in only his own pants and boots, Aodh lifted his charge into his arms. "Man, you ain't no faery. You weigh a tonne." He exaggerated. He had noticed small pointed ears sticking through the silver blond locks, add that to the pale skin, and golden eyes, he knew he wasn't dealing with a mortal, at least not of the human variety. "Luckily for you I ate my Wheaties." His own too thin faery build hid strength that few mortals could imagine or many compete with.

"Okay buddy who ever you are you are coming home with me. But please quit jabbering. You are talkin' my ears off." Aodh joked to his unwitting companion.

Aodh carried his burden for two blocks. Oddly now that the storm had cleared up city life had resumed a state of complete normality again. They were a reasonable amount of humans out on the streets, all going about their business as usual. And the faery was sure that an almost hurricane storm would of generated a limited amount of attention and excitement.

Contrarily he wasn't at all concerned that no one seems to remark especially about two half naked men, one clearly unconscious and being carried. It was second nature to him to generate a limited faery glamour at all times, as long as he had the magical reserves. So he never gave it any thought.

As long as he didn't interact directly with anyone, he could slip through humans' peripheral vision as nothing more than what they accepted to see.

Finally Aodh spotted and flagged down a cab. It took a bit of manoeuvring to get the dead weight and unresponsive limbs of the pale elf into the back seat of the cab. He could see the worried expression on the driver's face. "Hey what happened to your friend?" he was asked while leaning forward to give his address still supported his still unconscious 'friend'.

"Frat party. Hazin' and just a wee too much to drink." Aodh covered up. Humans were so gullible, feed them a bit of suggestion, mixed with faery glamour, and their minds saw and accepted it.

"College students! Barf in my cab I'll charge you extra." the cabbie warned.

Aodh made a face, sticking his tongue out at the driver. He never worried about money but the man's attitude could be better. "Hey quite the storm eh?"

"Huh? What storm? Weather channel never said nothin' about a storm. Warmest damn September in years.

Well that clinched it. The supernatural storm and the visitation of the God with his 'task' had been for his benefit alone. Aodh leaned back and relaxed. The rest of the ride was uneventful.

***

At his destination, Aodh carried the still figure up above the recording studio to his loft. He lay the man upon his own bed, removing his torn shirt and toss aside his jacket. He was shocked at the many scars covering him. To be born with these reminders of battles past, told much about him. A warrior surely, from these and his build. But also his rebirth hadn't been a release and renewal. He was meant to be reminded of his past suffering. He wore them on his body even after it had been recreated.

Saddened Aodh straighten his proud limbs, tucking a pillow beneath his heavy head and covered him to his chest. One finger reached out and traced the scar gracing his ivory cheeks. "I suppose being born is tiring. Sleep well. I look forward to hearing your story when you wake."

As he straightened, his cell chimed from the bedside table. Bringing the phone to his ear he hear a familiar scolding voice, "Stringbean! Where were you?"

He sat down on the edge of his bed. "Hey Stud. Just out. Whats up?" he answered with a smile.

"When will you remember to take your cell with you? Anyways how's the writing going? You haven't flaked out on us?"

"So you can 'nursemaid' me more than you do? As well as can be expected. I've got a new song forming now as a matter of fact. And I don't flake out. I get inspired."

"Same thing, Stringbean. Just remember, we don't have your ease with music, we actually need to learn the songs before playing them. And some of us like to make a living."

"How about you and The Twins come by the studio tonight at eight. I promise to have at least this new song written out by than. Now I need a shower, so unless you want to come scrub my back I'll see you tonight."

"You wish!" and a final laugh as his drummer cut the connection.

***

It was well after midnight when Aodh returned. Practice had gone well. He felt all a buzz from the camaraderie shared with his band mates. That and the imported Montreal beer the Twins had brought as a gift. He dropped the box of empties on kitchen counter while bringing the last two unopened bottles to the bedroom to check on his guest.

"Still in the arms of slumber Sleeping Beauty?" he smiled wistfully as he saw the man's unchanged position. He leaned Méadhbh Aoibh his guitar up against his bed as he belly-flopped down himself. Reaching for the a sheaf of music he'd been working on earlier and flipped to a blank, and begin furiously writing out yet another new song. Soon he was absorbed into the music and oblivious to anything else.

Pale eyes lids fluttered and one hand shifted, moving to the centre of a pale chest, the fingers seeking a pain that was no longer there. Eyebrows pulled together as smooth unblemished skin was his only reward. No blood, no wound, no scar, meet his exploring digits. Yet he remember a pain that broken his heart. How could this be?

A small shuffling scratching sound to his left drew his attention and his heart flooded with adrenaline ready for instant combat. Lightning fast he rolled forward towards the noise, seeing a man lying chest down idle feet raised over his back swinging, he flipped him over and pinned him effortlessly.

"Who are you?" he demanded harshly as his forearm pressing down hard on the unknown man's throat. "You aren't human?" Surprised, he lifted the weight slightly as he took in the startled wide copper eyes and exaggeratively long ears.

"No... and neither are you..." Aodh managed to gasp out, though the bulge of his the larynx hurt with the effort. "Ahhh, do you mind? I'm a singer... please." Aodh tapped the arm still pinning him back on his bed.

The pressure was removed entirely though those piercing gold eyes held him transfixed.

"My name is Aodh." and anticipating further questions, "You are in my home. I... was given custody of you. Now may I know your name?"

"Prince Nuada, Silverlance, son of... King Balor, King of the Elves. Where is my sister Nuala?" and those golden eyes turned even a most dangerous shade, "What do you mean by 'you were given custody' of me?"

The faery laughed. "Don't look so offended. I meant you no disrespect. But you were in no condition to care for yourself. And... the being who entrusted me with your care, didn't give me much choice."

The faery wiggled a bit then. "Hey you mind if we sit up? I'm having difficulties dealing with the fact that you are lying upon me nakkid if you get my drift..." The faery gave a small hip thrust and his hard on was evident pressed up against Nuada's own naked groin.

The Prince turned an odd shade of red across his normally pale cheeks, as he shifted to the side and pulled a corner of blanket over his lap. "Why am I disrobed?" his voice tight and controlled.

"Not my fault. You appeared that way. Take it up with the God who created you. And in my defence, I did have you sleeping under covers." Aodh found the whole situation highly amusing. He leaned over and snagged the two bottles of beer he had, opening one and offering it to Nauda. "Beer?"

The prince raised an arched eye brow, a suspicious expression directed towards the offering.

"Go on, its good." Aodh waited till Nauda took the bottle between two fingers to cracked his own beer and raised it to his lips. "You asked about your sister, Nuala... I believe. I'm sorry to say I know nothing of her or her where abouts. I witnessed your creation,... or rebirth,... or whatever you what to call it, but was given no explanation to who you were, just that I was to care for you and you have much to learn."

"I need to be educated? By the likes of you?" Nauda answered scornfully. "I am Prince Nauda, your sovereign. You will-"

Interrupting Aodh laughed shaking his head, "Oh man you need to lighten up. Listen, Im gonna cut you some slack because of you showing up butt nakkid from a hurricane. You're just not in Kansas anymore boy." He stood up, opened his closet, and searched through for clothing large enough to fit the prince. "Ok, you are an elf, Im a faery. Once I was a Lord of Faery, one of the Unseelie Court. Sorry I'm gonna have to break this to you, but... there are no longer any ruling nobility. There are fuck few of us left at all and we all eke out our livelihood as best as we can. So I owe you no service as you are just not my Prince."

Nuada had forgotten his state of undress, or it matter not to him in his present mood for he stood glaring toward the man who spoke to him with such causality.

"Here put these on. They are big on me." Aodh tossed him a shirt and pants. "Listen I'm not trying to be disrespectful. One look at you and I knew you were a proud warrior." almost under his breath he added, 'Dust, and beautiful to boot.' He than continued in his normal voice, "Clearly you didn't get those scars gardening. You're obvious a man who commanded respect, but a God came down and dumped you in my lap, saying you had much to learn. You will likely know more than me, what that is about. But Ill do my best to help you mate, okay?"

"So the hollow humans have won. We have faded." the prince spoke with sorrowful finality, fists clenched in the drab clothing given to him.

"Won? Faded? I'm still here, as are you. I have remain since the dawn of time, watching the humans. Im far from faded. Though its true that so many of our kind have faded. Humans forget us, and not many have the courage to find their way. To remain. Listen, will you please get dressed, you aren't making it easy on me."

Distracted with his own thoughts, Nauda conceded to wear the makeshift garments. "The Golden Army, do you know of it? The Crown of Bethmoora? My weapons? My spear? Sword? You said I appeared stripped of my raiments, I assume I was striped of all else as well."

Shaking his head, "Sorry mate. Its just you and I." Aodh placed an empathic hand upon the prince's shoulder. "Drink your beer. Tomorrow we can see what we can do about getting you proper clothing. Weapons... that might be slightly more time consuming."

"Fool!" Nauda swept Aodh clear of his shoulder, "I do not wish to drink your beer. Or remain here." he stalked out the bedroom door, "I will find my sister and continue my fight. Nuala will know where the crown is. She will be with that creature. Abraham."

end of chapter one.