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Mydei’s arms were giving up underneath his weight as he tried to get up once more, his hands bleeding underneath his gloves, staining his robes with thick, golden fluid. Despite that, he forced his feet underneath himself, trying to crawl up with all his left-over strength.
They were overpowered, the number of titankin greatly exceeding the reports.
Another spear skewered his thigh, and he fell to the ground. Mydei gritted his teeth, but before he could pull it out, an arrow struck his chest. And another. Another. Blood was rushing through his ears, drowning out the sounds of battle, pulling him under like the waves of Kremnoan rivers.
He was just about to be fully submerged when the ground in front of him split open with a devastating roar and golden light. Despite everything, the excruciating pain, the weakness of his muscles, Mydei’s head turned towards the source. His hands desperately dislodging the weapons sticking from his body.
“Titans.”
The place where Mydei knew Phainon to be several seconds ago was torn open. A chasm, covered in shard-like spikes reaching deep into the ground with no bottom in sight. Bodies strewn around it, an apocalyptic scene from the legends.
Desolation in its purest form. A fitting place for the birth of a god.
In the center of the ruin stood a figure Mydei had trouble describing, its presence contrasting on all fronts. Heavenly monstrous. Paradisaically abominable. Rapturously damned.
Devastatingly beautiful.
Mydei watched as a single strike of the creature’s flaming sword obliterated dozens of titankin, making the unwinnable battle seem like child’s play. His eyes were glued to the scene, watching as strike after strike cleared the battlefield, destroying everything in its wake.
The silence that followed carried the twisted souls to the afterlife, and all Mydei was left with was his blood seeping into the ground, dust in his throat and an oppressive gaze from something born of the man he loved. Fear clasped its claws around Mydei’s heart, complete dread at the idea of what was left of Phainon underneath the surrealistic form.
“Mydei.” Fear that dissipated in seconds as his name echoed through the desolate battlefield the same way it did in the privacy of Phainon’s bedroom. The creature – Phainon – kneeled in front of Mydei in all his glory, the wings growing from his back blasphemously touching the dirty ground.
“You’re alright.” A hand cradled his cheek, wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of Mydei’s mouth. The Kremnoan leaned into the scorching touch, instinctively closing his eyes as relief filled every inch of his body. Despite everything, every physical and spiritual change, at its core there was still the man that Mydei would lay his life down for.
“What happened?” Mydei cringed at the sound of his voice, but the only answer he got was the shake of Phainon’s head before he leaned in, pressing his lips against Mydei’s. Soft movements followed by gentle strokes to his cheek.
“I swear I’ll explain everything when we get back home.” Mydei nodded, groaning as he finally managed to move into the sitting position only to drag Phainon in for another kiss. Forgetting the gentleness as he desperately licked into Phainon’s mouth, tasting his own blood on the other’s tongue. The realization that they survived settling in his bones.
It did not take long for Mydei’s hands to start to wonder, exploring the body in front of him. His fingers grabbed on the crystal-like protrusions on Phainon’s shoulders, feeling their sharp edges, almost cutting open his skin once more. Like their colors, the material and temperature were in contrast as well. While the heat illuminating from the golden parts almost burnt his hands, the darks froze the blood in his veins.
Phainon’s torso was torn open in places, and when Mydei scraped his nails against the cracks, a shudder left the other’s towering form. The Kremnoan felt the corner of his mouth lift as he teased his fingers around the edges, swallowing the soft gasps leaving the other’s throat.
Phainon nipped at his lips in retaliation before separating them, moving his hands to Mydei’s waist as he sat down on the stained ground, pulling the other into his lap. Mydei went willingly, opening his thighs to fit himself against Phainon.
“Gorgeous.” Phainon’s mouth opened in surprise at the Kremnoan’s words, which gave Mydei the perfect opportunity to dive back in. Tangling his hands in the other’s surprisingly soft hair, running his nails against his scalp before he grinded his hips down against Phainon’s thigh.
“Really? Here? Now?” Instead of answering, Mydei just pressed himself closer, moving Phainon’s hands to the edge of his tunic. The Kremnoan felt an exasperated huff of breath against his lips before the world turned on its axis.
Phainon was above him, grinning as he pressed Mydei into the ground. His irregular wings were pillowed underneath Mydei’s head, cradling it and obscuring his view with the Deliverer’s presence. Phainon pressed one last kiss against Mydei’s lips before he moved his attention down, closing his mouth around the skin on the Kremnoan’s neck, sucking in bruises that disappeared almost as soon as they were made.
Still, it did not stop him from the Sisyphean task and Phainon continued his actions, making his way down towards his chest and stomach, pressing his face against the strong muscles. Biting in places as desperate sounds left Mydei’s throat.
The Deliverer’s hand slipped underneath Mydei’s pants, drawing teasing circles around his length and collecting the slickness gathered at the tip. His fingers moved down with skillful precision, dipping inside Mydei whose head hit the cage of Phainon’s wings, mouth open in a loud moan that broke the deathly silence of the battlefield.
Phainon kissed the corner of his lips as he slid his entire finger inside Mydei’s warmth, drawing out more sounds from him while exploring every inch of the other. Acting as if he didn’t know Mydei’s body down to his bones, both inside and out.
The Deliverer’s hand felt different from his usual touch, unyielding and burning, adding novelty to the ordeal. Still, Mydei’s body opened up underneath him with foreseen familiarity and before long, one finger became two and right after, three, stretching the Kremnoan out to his limits.
Underneath Phainon’s hands, Mydei felt breakable. Mortal. Feeling as terrifying as it was intoxicating.
“Phainon…” His name falling from Mydei’s lips in a broken, breathless prayer was all the other needed to move his hips, pressing himself against the willing body below him as he slid inside, feeling the warm tightness of Mydei’s body. There was no hurry in Phainon’s movements, his thrusts deep and slow. Filling up parts of Mydei’s body that responded only to Phainon’s touch.
The Kremnoan’s hands grasped at Phainon, failing to find the perfect place to rest. They clawed at his angular wings and arms before finally settling at the halo floating behind Phainon’s head, calling forth a surprised gasp at the pleasure the touch caused. The feeling of immediacy settled in the space between them as Phainon’s hand sneaked towards Mydei’s length, closing around it to help them both reach their peak.
With a drawn-out moan of Phainon’s name, Mydei’s body tightened like a vice and his release hit his stomach, making it impossible for the other to not follow soon after. And as droplets of white slid down Mydei’s thighs, mixing with the golden fluid drying on the ground, Phainon buried his head in the Kremnoan’s neck and let out a breath of relief at the touch of salvation.