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Dimitri finds the beaded curtain in the back of the weapons shop…odd. He’s not entirely sure what could be in the cavern beyond the dark purple, silken drapes and the mismatched beads that hang in front of them. Granted, he is in Abyss and the shops down here are far from conventional. Even the weapons on display are designs unlike any he has seen before, forged from steal not found on this continent. He finds them all extremely interesting, though some are not very practical for battlefield use. But that’s why he’s here, to find something different. Something interesting. His missions have been becoming boring as of late, the same old lance doing little to ramp up his adrenaline in the heat of battle. He wants something new and exciting.
And though the lances on display definitely match that description, Dimitri can’t help but turn his eyes to the beaded curtain in the back corner of the shop every few minutes.
His hand hovers over the hilt of a lance with odd spikes protruding from the blade when the shopkeep comes over, a sly smirk on his lips, hands wringing together excitedly at the prospect of making a sale at the expense of a noble’s wallet.
“That’s a nice one there, eh boy?”
Mindlessly, Dimitri nods, his eyes shifting out of focus as his fingers continue to glide over the intricately carved hilt, two types of leather criss-crossing to form a comfortable grip.
“Psh, I hardly see how that could be useful in battle.”
Dimitri’s head jerks up at the sound of that voice, painfully recognizable in tone and attitude.
He attempts a smile as he spots Felix further down the aisle, his hand firmly gripped on a sword, but his eyes are thin, a judgmental gaze in Dimitri’s direction. Dimitri wants to say something, a playful retort, offer his own friendly jab, but he’s unsure how Felix will respond. Will it simply be with another insult? Refusal to acknowledge, settling to ignore Dimitri entirely? Dimitri’s heart strains in his chest as his head drops low, eyes shifting out of focus once more as looks at the tip of the lance.
The shopkeep breaks the stifled silence between them, his laughter awkward and filling the space with a foul stench.
“Ah, yes yes! Merely wall decorations, lads. Most of these weapons will see your head get lopped off on the battlefield before defending you properly.”
Felix grunts, the metallic clang of the sword being discarded back to the rack echoing in the small space of the shop.
“Then what’s the point in owning a weapons shop? I thought Abyss had all the best weapons down here!”
“Now, now, lad, no need to…”
Dimitri turns his head, the tantalizing sheen of the beaded curtain catching his attention once more. “What of the back of the shop?”
The shopkeep coughs, his low laughter augmented by the rattle in his voice. “Back of the shop? Lads, I’m not sure…”
“Back there?!” Felix charges forward, nearly knocking the shopkeep into a display of axes and shields as he heads towards the curtain.
“I assure you, boy, there is nothing of interest back there!!”
Within moments, the curtain swallows Felix whole, its own Abyss within the cavernous workings of the underground.
Dimitri drops the lance back onto the rack, following Felix without a moment’s hesitation, though the shopkeep keeps hurling warnings at him.
“I’m serious, lads, there is nothing of intrigue back there!! I’m sure you’ll find some excellent weapons up front!”
Dimitri’s grabs the opening slit of the curtain before the shopkeep can finish his sentence, welcomed by the harsh scent of incense; earthy and aromatic, but strong enough to knock someone out. A smokey haze blocks his vision as he enters the back room, the fog only lifting to reveal the strangest objects Dimitri has ever seen.
Down the middle aisle, he spots dozens of items of varying sizes and lengths, ridged and smooth. Upon closer inspection, his face heats with recognition, the phallic shaped objects becoming clearer to him as he walks down the rows.
“Felix?” He chances, looking around the small space of the back room. It’s dark, with low candles flickering between each of the items on display. It’s no wonder the shopkeep didn’t want him entering such a place.
Trying to keep his gaze off the items on display, Dimitri eventually knocks into a solid form. A few blinks in the hazy fog reveals Felix standing in the middle of the aisle, face just as flushed and startled as Dimitri’s must be.
Felix opens his mouth to speak, but immediately averts his gaze.
“I…I don’t think they sell swords back here, Felix.”
“Aye, no swords here, tee hee~! But these will give you some deep penetration all the same!”
They both jump and Dimitri lands far back enough that he ends up knocking one of the phallic items to the floor. He gasps, but the source of the voice only laughs in response, a small woman, years older than any living person Dimitri has ever known.
She appears at their side, leaning over to pick up the object and giving it a few languid strokes with her boney fingers before she sets it back upon the shelf. “Doesn’t look like you boys know what you’ve walked into.”
Dimitri glances away, but as he does, he only spots more offending objects that he can’t begin to describe.
“Hmph, I know a sex shop when I see one,” Felix scoffs, crossing his arms in a display of confidence, though it does little to mask the blush on his cheeks.
“F-felix, you…”
The woman laughs, walking to the far corner of the room where she takes her place behind the counter. “Do you, lad? Well, take your time to browse! Didn’t think you nobles started this young with your escapades, but every day brings a new surprise!”
She laughs, settling down on a stool before it looks as though she falls asleep, tucked deep under her hood.
Dimitri clenches and unclenches his fists, his nerves heightened in such uncharted territory. While he’s not unfamiliar with such objects — enough unfortunate run-ins on his uncle’s paramours in the castle have taught him enough at an early age — he’d rather not spend too much time in such a place.
At his side, Felix shakes his head as he makes his way back towards the curtain. “What a ridiculous place. Didn’t know the lowlives down in Abyss needed a shop like this.”
Dimitri attempts a laugh, following Felix through the aisle, keeping his gaze forward, until a pattern on the wall distracts him. He tilts his head and walks forward, the strangest coat of arms he has ever seen carved into a rusted shield. The design appears to show an octopus, bulbous head and eight short tentacles, upon the shoulders of a human body. The corner of his lip turns up, noticing how the shield is framed with what seem to be leather belts or straps, merged into the wall itself. It’s the strangest design he has ever seen, the silliest thing to be distracted by and yet Dimitri can’t help but reach out to it.
“Boar! What are you doing? Let’s get out of here!”
Dimitri shakes out of his trance, nodding erratically and taking a step to follow Felix out of the backroom, but something pulses within him, an urge to turn back and touch. He bites his lip and reaches out, intrigued by the carving of the octopus and once his fingers make contact with the rusted metal, he’s suddenly surrounded by a bright light as his crest activates.
“Did you just…?”
Suddenly, Dimitri is thrusted back against the wall, something firm and tight wrapping around one of his wrists. He grunts out, trying to pull at the bond, but in his fight another band of a leather strap wraps around his other wrist, pinning him to the wall with no escape.
“Why did your crest activate in a place like…?”
Felix turns and stops, his face growing white as he stares at Dimitri struggling against the restraints.
Dimitri frantically glances around him, noticing how the simple leather straps that had just been framing the shield have secured him tightly against the wall. Above his head, he can see that the shield is no longer coated in rust and the small octopus carving seems to be moving.
“What in Sweet Seiros?!”
“Felix, I need you to help me, alright? Please?”
A dry cackle echoes from the end of the room, the elderly woman shaking beneath her robes. “He’ll need your help alright,” she rasps out, her bloodshot eyes peering from under the hem of the hood. “Thought you two looked like noble boys when you stepped in, but noble boys with crests?!” She clicks her tongue, nodding her head towards the shield, now brimming to life above Dimitri’s head. “That an old contraption, filled with dark magic. Needs some powerful crest magic to get it started.”
“What…what does it do?” Dimitri cries out, pulling against the leather straps as they only pull him closer to the wall.
The woman shrugs, hopping off her stool and stepping further back into the darkness of the shop. “Allows you to have fun. Enjoy!”
She disappears, the heavy fog and incense of the shop only growing thicker in her absence.
Felix merely stares in horror, his body edging towards the beaded curtain that leads back into the weapons shop.
“Felix, please, no! Don’t leave me like this, I need your help, I…”
Suddenly, something wet and slimy slaps Dimitri on his cheek. He slowly turns his head to spot a pair of tentacles gliding along his jaw and slipping into the collar of his school jacket. His breath hitches as the small suction cups sting at his skin.
Felix seems to be frozen in place, his pupils thin slits as he does nothing more than watch. A fog of incense swells around his face, sending him into a coughing fit until he falls to the ground at Dimitri’s feet.
“Felix!”
But the fog settles around Dimitri as well, snaking around his throat, into his nose and mouth, choking him deep inside as heat swells in his chest and down to his groin. Another pair of tentacles slap at the other side of his cheek, the tip of one tickling his lips.
“Th-this is…fucking sick,” Felix coughs out, his hands tensed between his legs. He glances up at Dimitri, pupils blown out black, eyes watering, a dribble of drool on his lips.
Dimitri swallows thickly, heat pulsing in his groin as his pants become tight and the pair of tentacles in his jacket begin to circle his nipple.
Felix has never looked so enticing before; the sheen of saliva on his plump, pink lips, the slender shape of his form. Dimitri watches as Felix’s brow grows sweaty and he moves his hands from his crotch to pull at the collar of his shirt, only to reveal an impressive erection beneath the fabric of his pants.
“It’s…hot in here.”
Dimitri nods, body writhing against the restraints, the opposite pair of tentacles gliding over his jacket to undo the clasps keeping his clothes together. Suddenly, his jacket bursts open, and what should feel like a relief to the growing heat in his body instead is sweltering against his exposed chest.
“V-very,” Dimitri whines, trying not to look at the pair of tentacles assaulting one of nipples as the other pair begins to zero in on the other one.
Felix swallows thickly, the haze of the incense filling his eyes as they gaze upon the center of Dimitri’s hips.
“So…thirsty,” Felix moans out, shuffling closer towards Dimitri.
Dimitri’s eyes widen, immediately bypassing the horrors happening on his chest to stare as Felix begins to mouth at his dick, still clutched within the confines of his trousers. While he struggles to admit he has dreamed of such a thing happening, he doesn’t know how to confront the reality of it.
“F-felix,” Dimitri chokes out, gently thrusting up against Felix’s tongue.
Felix groans back in response, glaring up at Dimitri as his fingers grab the waistband of Dimitri’s pants. “Don’t rush me, boar,” he spits out, pulling down Dimitri’s pants, his cock springing out and nearly slapping Felix in the face.
Dimitri’s lip trembles, his heart nearly stopping in his chest as Felix opens his mouth wide and takes all of Dimitri in.
With a muffled cry, Dimitri tosses his head back, his mind reeling at the tight, wet heat of Felix’s mouth, at the subtle movements his tongue makes along the underside of Dimitri’s cock. He’s never felt something so incredible before and he’s hardly bothered as more heat blooms within him. He’s not even disturbed at the tentacles tickling his nipples now, the sensation an excellent pairing to the way Felix’s throat tenses around his cock.
“So…good,” he moans out, trying to hold back his hips from thrusting deeper into Felix’s mouth. The scent of incense only grows thicker, swelling within his nose and bringing forward every dirty thought he’s had of Felix over the past years. The thoughts he knows are best kept buried deep beneath the ghosts.
But with Felix’s head bobbing up and down along his cock, he allows them to flood his mind. What else can Felix do with his mouth? How else can Dimitri get inside of him?
Dimitri keens out a whine as a tentacle twists one of his nipples, keeping his mind off the new pair emerging from the shield, slinking low to swirl around Felix until they slip into his pants.
Felix gurgles out a moan, rolling his hips to the intrusion, cheeks flushing a darker shade of red than currently sits upon them.
Dimitri’s hazy vision lowers to continue taking in the sight of Felix’s lips curled over his dick, slipping up and over, consuming more with every dip. But his eyes widen in slight horror as the pale, creamy flesh of Felix’s thighs is on display, his pants pulled down by the dastardly tentacles as one curves over his ass.
“F-felix, it…you…”
With a grumble, Felix slips off Dimitri’s cock, his scowl quite adorable beneath cheeks decorated in pink flush. “I know, b-boar, but I can’t…a-ah!”
The tentacle squishes into Felix, the sound echoing within the space of the shop.
“Felix, you’re…!”
“Sh-shut up, boar! It’s…not, h-hah, that bad. Though…” Felix pauses, his eyes scanning the length of Dimitri’s spit covered cock. “Would much rather it…b-be you…”
Dimitri is stunned to hear the words, knows there must be something sinister mixed within the incense to make Felix say such things. He has only ever reserved callous remarks for Dimitri, doubting his ability to save face as a prince. And yet here he is, lips puckering along the head of Dimitri’s cock and an odd, dark magic tentacle monster thrusting into him, with Felix saying how he wishes it were Dimitri instead.
“I’ll just have to…pretend it’s you,” he mumbles through a whispery moan, taking Dimitri’s full length into his mouth, descending slowly towards Dimitri’s balls.
Dimitri knows at this point he must be dreaming; a most welcome respite from his usual nightmares of his past, but still rather confusing. He can’t help but thrust now, lost in the tandem of Felix’s sucking, watching as the tentacle dives deeper inside of him. The two pairs at Dimitri’s nipples continue to tease and twist, causing pleasure to flash and roll throughout his body. He’s unable to control anything. Any thought, any movement. All he can think about is how it all feels, how good it is to feel Felix’s warm mouth encompass his cock, how with each suck, he hollows out his cheeks until not even air can separate his tongue from Dimitri’s length.
Dimitri can’t even see the rest of the shop anymore, the cloud of incense too thick to peer through. He’s not sure where that woman went off to, though he’s glad she’s not here, hopes she’s no longer in the room beyond the thick cloud of smoke.
Suddenly, he feels cool air hit his spittle covered cock as Felix reels back and cries out. “A-ah, fuck!!” He grabs Dimitri’s thighs, fingernails nearly piercing through the fabric, as his body shakes, the tentacles behind him thrusting loudly. Between Felix’s cries and the obscene sounds happening behind him, Dimitri’s can’t focus on anything else. He’s dazed, his cock throbbing as Felix rests a sweaty cheek against his legs, his hips rolling in circles until it all stops, with a wet patch growing at the front of his pants.
The tentacles still for a moment as Felix regains his breath, but they stay within him. Deep. With a whimper, he looks up to Dimitri, eyes watery, as his mouth opens once more.
“Have to…f-finsih you off,” he grumbles, slipping his mouth over Dimitri’s cock and bobbing his head furiously over the length.
Dimitri’s breath hitches as he holds in a cry, his nipples so sore they’re nearly numb. He’s almost there, just a few more shallow thrusts into Felix’s mouth and he’ll be good. He’s not expecting the hit the back of Felix’s throat, though, and he’s not expecting it to feel as good as it does.
Felix coughs around his cock, but the resulting moan is enough to send Dimitri’s hips forward once more as he comes down Felix’s throat, his vision marred by stars at his periphery, slowly closing in.
The incense nearly chokes him as he moans out Felix’s name. And then he begins to fall forward. A moment, suspended in the air, within time itself. Dimitri has never felt so light before, his mind has never felt so free. For a moment, he can’t feel anything, not the awkward pull of the tentacles on his nipples nor the empty throb of his spent cock.
Before he has time collect his thoughts in his moment of weightlessness, he find himself upon the floor, huddled in a ball and curled around Felix’s shivering form. He whines out, but his voice is gone, left him the moment he cried out Felix’s name. And as he moves his lips, attempting to make another sound, the incense seems to suffocate him, sending Dimitri to another moment of free fall.
Only this time, everything goes black.
Dimitri wakes up to a splash of water to his face, and the spike-tipped lance from earlier gripped firmly in his hands. He gasps, as if he had just been resuscitated from drowning, the fresh fill of air into his lungs a welcome guest. He blinks a few times until he realizes he’s in the weapons shop once more, seated by the sales counter with the shopkeep raising an eyebrow at him.
“You alright there, lad?”
He nods frantically, pushing the lance into the shopkeep’s hands as he gets to his feet, unsteady for a brief moment until he grabs onto a weapon rack to keep his balance. When did he get back in this side of the shop? What happened in the interim? Where’s…
“Felix?”
“Oh, your friend? He just stormed off. Had a wicked bump on his head, but I figure you lads get worse than that when you spar, right?”
Dimitri nods thoughtlessly, scanning the edges of the shop until he spots the beaded curtain once more. Heat returns to his face as he tries to remember what had just happened. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns towards the exit of the shop; he’s had enough of Abyss for one day.
“You sure you don’t want this piece, lad? It’s one of a kind!”
With a wave of his hand, Dimitri runs out of the shop and into the underground streets of Abyss. He dodges pub-goers and shady street salesmen until he nears the stairs to the surface, but his heart nearly stops when he sees Felix, hunched over on the lowest step, hands on his knees.
“F-felix!?”
With a jerk of his head, Felix’s eyes widen when they spot Dimitri. He tries to get a running start, but slips up the stairs as he tries to get away.
Dimitri runs forward just in time, catching Felix in his arms before his head can hit the stone. “Don’t want you to…get hurt.”
Felix merely grumbles in Dimitri’s hold, but doesn’t push him away. Doesn’t make any indication that he doesn’t want to be held.
Dimitri happily continues to hold him, only letting go when he feels Felix finally has regained his center of gravity.
Slowly, he takes in a breath and stares at Dimitri briefly before taking the next few steps up the stares. And then he stops, keeping his back to Dimitri, before he opens his lips to finally speak.
“What happened down there,” he starts, voice low, barely loud enough to bounce off the stone walls, “don’t…don’t mention it to anyone got it?”
The memories of the back room of the weapons shop floods back to Dimitri with a wave of throbbing heat to his head. He nods, reaching out to Felix who steps up to the next stair, just out of reach.
“Of course,” he says, though he can hardly hear his voice over the rushing sound of water filling his ears.
“Especially what I said about…y-you…”
The flickering flame of the lantern on the wall reveals a hint of blush at the tips of Felix ears. He grumbles once more, the next set of words inaudible to Dimitri, and continues his trek up the stairs.
But Dimitri almost feels like he’s floating again, an odd sort of weightless feeling in his bones as he continues the journey to the surface, one phrase stuck in his mind, repeating over and over:
“Would much rather it be you…”