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When Felix was young, he had foolishly thought that the young prince was made by the Goddess just for him—his perfect best friend.
Glenn was his hero but he also had no qualms teasing Felix about whatever struck his fancy on a given day. Sylvain, being 2 years older, had seemingly vast wisdom but was also frequently lazy, often preferring to socialize with the female staff over playing the games that Felix wanted. Ingrid was good for that; she was always up for a tussle or a tree climbing competition. But then she would also steal his food at meals, and since they had a similar appetite for meat, this made her his mortal enemy— at least until the next time he needed another person to fill out the cast of their reenactments of Kyphon-and-Loog's adventures.
Dimitri though—they could wander the streets of Fhirdiad or Fraldarius for hours, looking at the newest weapons that merchants had brought into the city, long past the time that Sylvain and Ingrid and even Glenn sometimes would get bored and wander off. The prince would often even give him food that he knew Felix liked off his own plate.
And despite how people acted as if children did not understand what was being said about them, Felix had been well aware of how much people disapproved of how often he cried.
Which, unfortunately, did not help him feel like crying less in the least. But Dimitri never told Felix it was unmanly to cry, he just held his hand or hugged him or ran to find someone who could help (usually Glenn).
Now that he was older, he knew how stupid he had been as a child. There was no Goddess and his best friend was dead, if he had ever really existed in the first place.
He cursed himself for forgetting that fact for a moment, getting distracted by swords and letting his guard drop around the boar. He stomped out of the training grounds, fuming and clutching his Sword of Zoltan, his face hot with miserable anger.
He hated how the boar made him feel, frustration and confusion and betrayal all tangled up together to make him feel as if his chest would not be able to contain the furious beating of his heart, pounding in his chest and his head.
Felix’s usual method of choice to distract himself was by driving himself to exhaustion in the training grounds, feeling grim satisfaction imagining fighting the thing that had taken his friend from him and destroying it. But the boar robbed him of that when he had invaded that space, and he didn’t care where he went now; all he wanted now was to get away.
Felix felt warmth pressed all along his back as he relaxed, lying against a broad chest. There was an arm holding him firmly across his middle. He squirmed in the hold, letting out an involuntary whimper as a hand reached down to rub at his growing erection. A chuckle sounded in his ear at the sound. “Always so impatient.”
“Maybe you just need to hurry up,” Felix responded in a gasp. Wait, what?
He felt like he was an observer, both inside and outside of his body at once. He could feel the sensations yet what he was thinking was not what was coming out of his mouth. He couldn’t seem to control what was going on either as he tried to will himself to turn around and see who was behind him.
And where had his clothes gone? Despite the confusion, why didn’t he feel anxious? Despite the thoughts passing through his mind, he felt… safe.
“Far be it for me to deny you what you want,” the person behind him said with a wry laugh. He thrust two fingers into his entrance at once, and contrary to Felix’s expectations, his commands, all his body did was grind back into them, seeking more.
“Glad to see you’re finally learning, -----” It was as if he was under water, only able to hear part of what he was saying aloud. He couldn’t focus on anything: as soon as he tried to focus on identifying the voice of the person behind him everything became fuzzier and farther away.
“Just be patient, my love,” the person soothed him. Felix could feel the other’s cock idly grinding against his thigh and felt his mouth open to retort— click
Felix blinked up at the ceiling, taking a second to realize where he was. His room in the Garreg Mach dormitories. As his senses filtered back in slowly, he heard footsteps growing fainter. The boar must have left his room in the middle of the night again.
Felix had always been a light sleeper, roused by the faintest of sounds—as a child, to it had helped him not miss a chance to spar with his brother in the early mornings. But recently it was just an annoyance because the boar couldn’t seem to just stay in his room through the night like a normal person. Felix didn’t know what the boar was up to, and he didn’t care either.
He tried to think back to the dream he had just had, but it was already slipping away. He couldn’t recall the sound of the other boy’s voice nor remember what he had said.
Frustratingly, his body still seemed to remember, however. He glared down at the erection in his sleep pants, refusing to do anything about it, instead laying back down and closing his eyes. The boar might choose to waste his energy roaming the halls at night, but Felix was no such fool.
As he drifted off, his dreams were of the usual fare, no mysteries to be seen. In the morning, he told himself he was not disappointed about that.
Felix awoke feeling groggy but the mysterious dream he had was just a vague blur now. He dressed for his morning lecture with the rest of the Blue Lions, already brushing off the memories.
As he walked down the hall, he glanced at the open door to Dimitri’s room. So the boar had not returned all night then. If he wanted to lose to Felix because he couldn’t see straight from exhaustion, then so be it. Though Dimitri was one of the few people he could get a thrill from fighting, Felix couldn’t do anything to stop the boar from destroying himself.
He had learned that lesson long ago.
Maybe they had just served something strange in the dining halls yesterday. He briefly contemplated asking around to see if anyone else who had eaten the Gronder Meat Skewers had had similarly uncharacteristic dreams before he stopped himself.
Just thinking about the nightmare of teasing that Sylvain would inevitably bring upon him if he ever heard a whisper of what had occurred was making him want to stab something. Something redheaded.
No, he would die with this secret.
Professor Hanneman was saying something about… something. Thank goodness that there were other students in the Blue Lions like Annette who actually liked to participate in class because there was no way he was going to be able to remember anything from this lecture.
Felix grit his teeth, clutching at his pant leg underneath the table. He regretted his choice last night to not do anything, because it was happening again. As soon as he had entered the classroom, it was like he didn't have control over his own mind anymore, as if some force was beaming lewd fantasies straight into his mind.
“Fucking let me come, ----” Felix snarled, trying to find any kind of leverage on the bed. Both of his hands were gripped tightly above his head in one of the other’s hands and the man only thrust deep into him in response, ignoring his erection that bobbed between them.
Felix moaned at the feeling of the cock deep inside him, filling him so thoroughly he swore he could feel it in his throat. His partner just smiled and leaned down to kiss him, swallowing his moans.
As he pulled away, Felix followed as if pulled by a string, chasing his mouth but finding no give in the hands still restraining him. He whined in frustration.
“Felix, are you feeling well? Your face is flushed,” Dimitri whispered to him as Professor Hanneman turned to write something on the board.
His partner pulled out completely then thrust in to the hilt in one motion. An involuntary groan fell from Felix’s mouth at the feeling as he stopped moving and finally grasped Felix’s neglected cock instead. The overwhelming feeling of being filled combined with the fingers stroking at the base of his shaft sent his mind into a haze, leaving him struggling to do anything but gasp and moan.
“Shut up, boar.” Felix could barely concentrate on not getting caught as he tried and failed to ignore the images that were playing in his mind.
He quickly looked around the classroom. Annette and Ingrid were dutifully nodding along to the lecture and taking notes. Safe there. Mercedes was... knitting under her desk. Sylvain was nodding off against his propped up arm. Not exactly the best students but unfortunately he wasn't in any position to judge here.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out and there was no way he was going to cum in his pants in a room filled with both his childhood friends and a professor who looked like he was around when Seiros had fought Nemesis.
“I am just saying that there is no need to force yourself through illness, Felix. Taking care of your body is just as important to success as keeping up your training.”
"You're taking me so well." A hand was petting at his hair. A needy whine escaped his mouth as the fingers tightened and flipped him around to put him on all fours, his skin hot everywhere they touched as his partner grabbed his hips and pounded into him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He abruptly rose from his seat and quickly walked out of the room, ignoring the surprised exclamations of his classmates, his mind only on getting back to his dorm room as quickly as possible and avoiding being seen.
Luckily the advantage of skipping out on class was that the majority of other students were not milling around the monastery, each one a potential disaster if they were to see him in his predicament.
He wondered which would be more humiliating: the truth that he was losing his mind or pretending that he was just susceptible to the usual things that plagued teenage boys (which he was not, Felix did not have time for such asinine distractions).
Once in his room, he sank down onto the bed in relief. The images had ceased shortly after his flight from the classroom but unfortunately, the effects on his physical body were lingering.
He angrily pulled open his uniform pants and ran a quick hand over his still rock-hard cock. He continued to stroke it firmly, trying to get things over with so that he could move on with his day. It was superficially pleasurable but after several minutes he was no closer to release. Somehow he felt empty.
Unbidden, he thought back to what he had been seeing in the classroom. He reached down behind his balls to rub lightly at his entrance before pushing a finger into himself, gasping at the feeling of intrusion. The scenes that had played in his mind earlier made him wonder—could it really feel that good? Contrary to Sylvain's irritatingly impossible to avoid praises of the activity, Felix had never seen it as more than an annoying necessity to avoid occasional dirty sheets in the morning.
As he prodded deeper inside himself and resumed stroking his cock, he began to feel the discomfort melting into pleasure as the sensation of being filled grew. It felt like much more than he was used to from just touching his cock during those times when he could not will his erection away. A second finger joined the first as he pushed his face into his pillow to muffle his moan, moving his hips back onto his fingers, seeking deeper contact.
He could feel a telltale tightening in his belly as he continued to fuck himself on his fingers. As he fell deeper into the throes of pleasure and his coherency drifted farther and farther away from him, an image of the boar smiling at him—with his real smile, not that grotesque mask—flashed in his mind.
With a gasp, he came, cum splattering across his stomach and up onto the underside of his chin.
As his mind cleared and his breathing returned to normal, he stared blankly at the mess smeared over his hand. The hardest he’d ever come and it was to the boar’s face with his fingers in his ass.
Fuck.
Felix Hugo Fraldarius was not going to be laid low by a lewd sex curse. Though it had been a few days since the first dream, he was no closer to understanding what was happening. He got used to waking up most nights with an erection and taking care of it to lessen the effect later in the day, resolutely not thinking about the boar (if he was only successful half the time, no one had to know). He could count on the visions appearing almost every time he was in class or at the training grounds, and occasionally when he was walking around the monastery. Miraculously, no one seemed to have noticed yet. He started to feel a bit proud of himself for overcoming the schemes of the unknown deviant who had cursed him with this predicament.
And then Professor Byleth chose him to be the Blue Lions' representative for the Heron Cup and everything went to hell.