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He remembers the rains of Fontaine.
They were never this cold. This empty. This frightening. The droplets were then like a mother’s forgiving embrace, washing away all sins. Now they could only be compared to a ruthless executioner eager to bury Wriothesley’s sins in a grave. The rain never caught him by surprise. For some reason it seemed to be raining often whenever he went outside of the Fortress of Meropide. Even on the day of his trial it was pouring, Wriothesley found himself drenched from head to toe while being escorted to prison. Each time he tries to reach for his past, it instantly pops like a bubble, leaving only meaningless remnants behind, only contributing to his pounding headache and making him suffer.
He feels feverish but it would be far too easy to call it sickness, that alone could not explain the overwhelming feeling that stirs within himself. The fluid running through his veins waltzes around, he can unexpectedly still feel his body. The unfamiliar sensation spreads first to his head and his face, especially around the lips. Then to his chest, tingling lightly and lastly around his waist, hugging him. He opens his eyes only for them to close again. What feels like extremely dense air surrounding him only makes things worse. He is burning and anything coming in touch with his body only enhances his pain.
The odd feeling shifts to his hands, much more intense now and somehow keeps him steady. He can slip away any moment. He’s sure he did thousands of times already. Honestly, it doesn't matter how many more times it takes if that means he can just be free from this suffering. However, this time appears to be different. The universe had never cared for him before. He had always felt alone and helpless, swimming aimlessly in the vast ocean, his consciousness spilled everywhere. But for some reason he is now complete again after what felt like an eternity. Why exactly? What made him so lost in the first place?
"..hesley...ase..."
His ears tense up, the head still throbbing. Hearing is a foreign concept to him now, long forgotten. The unknown voice somehow soothes his pain a little. His consciousness tries its best to adjust itself to reality, struggling but not stopping him from wanting more of that solace. The feeling in his hand reaches his fingertips, blooming like delicate flowers on a branch. A single foreign drop lands on his hand and joins the mess of fluids racing throughout his body. It's filled with so much sadness that it makes his heart skip a beat.
"...orry...t's.......ult...."
He desperately wants to reach out to this voice. It just feels too familiar. They were together once, what made them split away? He opens his eyes once again but only briefly. It's like he's looking from a thick lens, everything is still too blurry. He can barely make out a man's silhouette . The figure grabs Wriothesley’s hand and brings it close to his face, nuzzling it gently while mumbling something. He can’t make out what the man is saying but wants to reciprocate the touch.
"...Wriothesley." the man says .
Wriothesley tries to answer but the words burn in his throat. He winces at the pain but the man quickly realizes that and pats his cheek, attempting to soothe the apparent ache .
"You... don't have to say anything. Save your strength." The man kisses him lightly on the lips, smiling. The same weird feeling that reached his fingertips earlier now makes its way onto his lips, spreading its roots and blooming with life. His vision is slowly returning so now he can clearly see the man's features. Lilac eyes are focused on him, carrying a sorrowful expression. Tears are falling from them like waterfalls . Right below his eyes is a hint of redness that looks like an incorrect stroke on an oil painting, too noticeable on his pale, white skin. Those tears … Wriothesley wants to wipe them away. He wants to fix anything that may ruin this masterpiece in front of him. Are the tears his fault? Did he cause this?
With his thumb he wipes the tears running down the man’s face . Once more the tear he comes in contact with joins the rest of the fluids making up his body. He’s able to feel the man's emotions carried within that droplet , e specially a strong sense of grief . Wriothesley can guess that the pain of losing someone is something the man experienced many times throughout his life . A long slumbering pain, reawakened. The man’s laugh abruptly interrupts his thoughts. It's short, insincere. He ’s obviously trying to put up an act but his tears give him away. Wriothesley still wants to believe. Believe there's relief for both their pain, even if there's not. He wants to surrender to the moment.
Feelings and memories keep on vividly washing over him. He finds himself in a street he knows too well while h olding out an umbrella for someone. The pouring rain from before is now just a drizzle. The person has the same face as the man with lilac eyes in front of him right now. He can't read the man’s expression. Suddenly Wriothesley is immersed in a nother memory, finding himself in a dimly lit room. A familiar atmosphere surrounds him, a paper lies in front of him. He is writing to someone.
The man’s grasp on Wriothesley’s hand tightens as if to keep him in the moment. The memories still take him despite the firm grasp. He is now by a fountain accompanying the same man. They are chatting but the contents of their talk are clouded . As they fall silent, w ith a quick bow Wriothesley promptly takes the man's hand. Staring directly into his lilac eyes, he kisses the back of it. The man's exposed ear behind his white hair gets red. Compared to the crimson brushstroke under his eyes, this pinkish shade actually better suits the artwork he is, Wriothesley thinks.
Flowers returns to his abdomen, making him nauseous with excitement. He lets down his head that was looking at the ceiling before. Same man, kissing him again. Hands are at his thighs, holding him in place.
"...Neu...villette....."
Man raises his head. He's now red all over. Over cheeks, over ears, over throat... it all seems too beautiful to handle. So much that Wriothesley nearly forgot his burning pain.
The same face is with him still but it feels different, why? Why did these all warm feelings leave their place to sorrow? He raises his other hand to Neuvillette's chin. It's a languid motion, trying to raise it against the force of water. Yet, man doesn't resist, allows his head to be lifted up slightly. Blue chicory eyes locking into purple lavender ones. He remembers the fear that's looming over these eyes, he shared it even.
The cracking sound of ice. He kept it intact until now but his powers were at their limit. The pressure of water behind these frozen gates threatening to break it open and gush over the corridor. It will not be this corridor alone that will drown. It means the entire Fontaine will drown with him. He has to hold on, even if it means his death.
Initial plan was to let primordial water flow until the last gate, relieving its pressure as much as they can. Unfortunately, water rushed through doors much faster than they expected. The Guardian took the initiative and fall back. Becoming the last line of defense all by himself instead. He can still hear the voices of his companions behind the door after him. Just enough to know they are still there, not enough to make it's contents. Might be his senses that's dulled. Primordial water filled up the space by knee high already. Being exposed to a pure version of it this much, it is a miracle that he still holds his line of sight.
His heart is bumping in vain, fever in his body is a high contrast to cold sea water, he takes steady deep breaths but it is no use. The oxygen simply doesn't reach to his brain. He may fall any moment now and not a single part of his body will be able to react. -A ripple in water. A salute to it's sovereign. He is there at last. This nations actual protector. At the same time, his lover. The ludex is here to keep a promise he had made, -Not for fontaine, for a simple promise between them. Together, until last breath. Wriothesley can't help but a smile. Normally, he would be ashamed of himself for giving up too soon. Or just overthink other possibilities than whatever this is. Instead, he feels happy. In the middle of a disaster, seconds away from fainting, he feels happy.
His headache worsens. He can't hear anything besides the voices ringing through his brain's circuit. His knees gave up somewhere along but he can't make out anything in his surroundings. The breath he takes with his last strength only fills his lungs with water and-
So that's what happened.
That's why his memories are scattered everywhere. Keeping all of them together in a vast sea is nearly impossible. Despite his bodys' want to keep themself together, the primordial sea works as a single consciousness that swallows others. He is simply stuck between this cycle, neither of them besting another completely, only briefest of moments. Causing him go through pain of death again and again. This time, it wasn't work of a either force. This time, he is simply drawn to Neuvillette.
They are close, so close that he can feel judge's emotions. It must go for both ways, it would be better if it didn't. He wants to tell that it's alright, that his mind is at peace; just to comfort his partner he can't hide his pain. There's so much regret. Neuvillette is messily rumbling. 'if i had come sooner' 'i shouldn't left you alone' with so much 'i'm sorry's and 'it's my fault's.
Wriothesley slides his hands to the nape of sorry mess in front of him. Pressing gently. "None of this is your fault Neuvillette." He stopped mumbling but he doesn't make eye contact either. His eyebrows are drawn together, looking away. Obviously Wriothesley's words don't reach him. He had never dropped his stoic demeanour before. This must have shaken him greatly.
"You simply did what your duty required. You protected this nation."
"Does it matter if I can't protect the ones I love?"
Neuvillette is directly looking at him now. These eyes holds more than just regrets, there is anger. An anger that's even more destructive than Fontaine's fabled danger. An anger he never witnessed before.
"Does it matter..." he continues "...without you there?"
This frustration. Their time was so little, so limited and ended so abdurtly. He gets why this makes him angry, but to cast away everything...
"You know better love." He wants to touch him somewhere; just to feel his skin, to share his frustration but he is unsure where. "You know that all beutiful things takes sacrifices... that nothing can last forever together." This only gains a stragled cry from the man.
The Duke bites his lower lip. To remind himself, to keep his thoughts in place. The flinching pain in his lip is only barely enough to distract him and prevent throwing himself on to the man before him. A deep breath. Deep enough to carry the words he shall say.
"Let the past be in the p-ast..." It is not enough. In the end his words faded into silence no matter. He can't be selfish now, after all what they done together. Yes, it is breath of a fresh air to have his lover with him after so long. But he can't borrow Fontaine's ludex forever. They don't even know how being here affects him now. Neuvillette too is aware of this. He knows this is one of the counted opportunities if he can even get one more. Scaled hands over his ones squeezes them tightly. Feels every detail as if they are a statue to be studied. Every last one, from tiny little wrinkles to scars he gained in his lifetime. He engraves every detail to his mind. They go above, first to his elbows then to his shoulders, repeating the same motion at every stop. And then, they push him back-
The ludex is simply top of him now, looking hesitantly.
"Can I have you... one last time?"
"Of course..." he says with an audible giggle. "...my love." The stiffness in his body fades away.
Neuvillette immediately kisses him deep. He missed this. Soft lips against his own makes him relieve a pressure he wasn't aware of holding in with a sigh. A tongue makes its way in and a moan escapes his throat. Ludex's one hand grabs his own, locking their fingers together. Other hand grabs his chin to angle their kiss much deeper. His free hand clings up to Neuvillette's heart, resting there. He can feel his lover's heartbeat rising. He said let it go earlier but in truth he doesn't want this to end. Forever like this... an ephemeral dream.
He returns back to the moment when his lover parts their lips. He feels his own lips quiver, searching for the soft touch back. The heart under his touch beats with much more force now. He squeezes it. So alive, so lively.... Neuvillette leans down again, this time to his throat. Hand on his chin lifts his head a bit to side, exposing his throat fully. The heat in his ears travels to where judges lips press, one by one. His mouth is still parted from earlier kiss, sounds originates from his throat escapes from his lips. His breath quicken. His chest tighten, making it more difficult to properly breathe. Ludex sucks enough to leave bruises. It doesn't hurt at all. Instead, each move of his lips sending pleasant jolts through his throat to his lungs.
He continues to go down lower while kissing. His nipples are the next target. His lovers lets go of his chin. Now free hand travels down, tracing over each bruise he newly left. The hand makes it's way in his shirt. Releases buttons as it goes and exposes the skin behind. Water ground behind him trembles lightly. Once his chest is fully stripped, Neuvillette rests his hand against his collarbone. A little introductory kiss first. Enough to make him shiver all over. Then a tongue draws out, grazing around it first. Lastly he takes teased nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.
"Ah! Hah..." An audible moan which he did not expected leaves his lips. His chest feels so much more sensitive than normal causing him to be get caught off guard. His chest is already risen, pushing himself further into the mouth. Neuvillette gladly accepts. "Hmmgmh..." he suppressed another moan that made its way. The surface he lies in grasp him by where they meet. All over his back, especially around his waist, reminding him the outlines of it. His body irks away from sensation but it keeps him in place. It's like Neuvillette is wrapping him and holding him down. The heat that travelled his chest makes its place to his inner thighs. Water follows it back, now grasping his ass too.
"Neu-mmh-vilette..." says the name without thinking. It feels good to say, he likes how the other reacts whenever he says it like this. Neuvillette raises his head and looks at him. His usually neatly arranged hair is a mess, both of his pointy ears are flushed. Bottom of his eyes are still red... how much did he cry? How much did he wait for him? He can't tell the time in his state. He can't ask either... only when Neuvillette takes his hand and kisses he realizes he was tracing over others eyes. They had been doing this. Whenever it rained in Fontaine Wriothesley would cup his partners head and search for any signs of discomfort. Then Neuvillette would grab his hands and kiss them.
Ludex brings the hand that's in his way to ground and continues his unfinished work on the other nipple. Wriothesley's hands are locked in his each side now. It's not just his hands that are locked. Be it Neuvilette's weight or eccentric water that's snuggling him, it is impossible to move. Growing tension between them makes him shift under Neuvillette. Wriothesley's hands are freed as ludex hands travels to his waist, thighs, until they stop on his knees. Fingers lightly tracing over the path they take. These very hands makes his knees raise, taking Neuvillette between them. His partner looks at him, head slightly tilted to one knee that is in his hand. Behind his own glossy sight it's hard to make the details of his expression. His cheeks are desperately flushed yet his eyebrows are relaxed, they show no sign of force. His lips are locked together, holding back something. Maybe a cry or a question... Is he asking for permission?
It's unusual. They did this plenty of times before but never like this. Whenever they are intimately close Neuvillette would drop the manners he holds in the daylight. Hunger he hides inside would show itself. Often with his sharp fangs and glowing scales, Neuvillette would just devour him like his prey. Unlike a prey, Wriothesley would never escape. There had been nothing forced between them, handling by ludex is always a delight. Still, the dragon would grow apologetic everytime after. To wait obediently like this now, it must be taking him a great deal of willpower. His faintly trembling hands are proof of that.
Wriothesley lets out an intoxicated breath. "...please go on Neuvi... Don't make me wait..." Elegant hands immediately find his pants, pulling it down with a one swift motion. His lover end gets in contact with the water surface behind him. The tingling sensation imprison his legs too, it binds him around his ankles especially. The water must be responding to Neuvilette's emotions even though he's insisting on keep them down. They are too close to not be affected by other.
Fingers find his hole, teasing over. His lover gives him one last look before pushing one of his finger in. He can feel it in himself. It moves are slow, agonizingly so. He could grind in to it if only the water wasn't keeping him in one exact place.
"Hmmgh..." confusion takes in, conjoined moans leave his lips after one another. His breath deepens. A failed attempt to relieve himself of some pressure but only making it worse. The moans that reach his ears only remind him of the lewd display he is putting right now. Not so long after a second finger joins the other. It is still not enough, far from it. He needs more friction. He needs Neuvillette. His body is begging for him. He bites into his lips. Third finger joins in, searching deeper parts of him altogether. He expects a metallic taste from blood with how hard he is biting said lips, but there is nothing.
"Hmgfh,, ah! Ahmmh hah" Sound coming from his throat finds no place leave, and finally decides part these lips bitten so harshly. As Neuvillette rubs the same place again, more of it spills from his mouth. His high pitched moans echo in air. A heat washes over his body all over, vaporizing tiny bits of water that holds him. Surprisingly, it reacts this to by strangling him more. Devouring his chest, arms, thighs... it feels oily. At some parts, the water devours all water his skin holds, at another it joins to his veins, boiling them. His toes curl. Neuvillette's hold on his knee only gets more stern, forcing his leg up. Fingers filling him retreats finally, leaving him empty. His hole clench around air, searching for,, anything really. At this point, he can't even care.
Neuvillette takes out his cock, letting it reside on Duke's entrance. Anticipation fills Wriothesley's brain. It is easy to get lost. As it's their memories once shared together, not just his fantasies. There is one thing that is amiss though... "Where is the other one..?" He hesitates for a moment, to find a better way to put this. There really isn't one. Doesn't matter as long as his massage gets across.
"Ah-" he is taken aback from question "it will be torturous in your current state, so I thought."
"Your kindness is already a torture Neuvillette." He relaxes his eyebrows and makes an effort to stare at dragons fire breathen eyes under his own half lidded gaze. "Devour me, like you always do." At last, this words made the his partner snap. He releases his scaled dick too and pushes both of them in at once, fulling Wriothesley to brim. The emptiness he held for so long, finally filled. It's feels so good that its overwhelming. His body is in a shock, unable to react as he gets manhandled. His mind is in a bliss, doesn't even tries to think behind what has been served into him. He is all over to place again. Man above him continues to fuck him oblivious.
Forces in nature always nullify one another. This statement proves itself right as he gets drawn to Neuvillette back. His body hugs the dragon however it can. His mind is focused on the face that's looking at him. One knee gets pushed up to his shoulder, the other is hanging somewhere in air. Neuvillette comes closer too. His lips stops spilling moans for a moment, expecting a kiss. But Neuvilette does not kiss him. Their lips only brush together ever so slightly, Wriothesley can feel the breath the ludex is letting out in surface of his lips.
Neuvillette pushes out and in again. An electric shock runs through his body, reaching every last nerve. "Mmmhm Neu-vi ah! go on 'ts- nngah" it's good, feels good, he cant manage to say. There's simply no room for words between his moans. Neuvilette's hand find his back, pushing him up so their abdomens touch each other. Other hand finds it's place behind his ear. Tiny muscles there react in a way that they somehow go after Neuvillette's touch. Neuvillette's hands are so tender, his fingertips goes over defines of his ear. Wriothesley is already flushed all over. If its possible to go redder than that, this delicate touch exactly achieves that. Neuvillette has already raised his head, enjoying what's in front of him. His cheeks are deep red too. And with a smile, already beautiful man looks divine. Like a newly bloomed rose bouquet, it turns on all of his nerves that's reaching him. His lover must be thinking the same, he lowered his head to space in his collarbone, savouring his scent.
Neuvillette takes his hand from the flushed mess of an ear and brings it to Wriothesley's abdomen instead. Especially where the bulge forms everytime he pushes in. A tiny press is enough to take another moan out of him. There is a certain way his body reacts and Neuvilette knows it well.
The hydro that has been hugging him reaches his dick and circles around it. That makes the last drop. As much as he want this to never end he can't restrain himself any longer. His mouth opens to say anything, only moans comes out. Neuvillette holds him close, so close. He can feel is own pulse around his neck. Neuvillette's groan join the sounds coming from him. Forming a beautiful melody. His toes curl, Neuvillette's hands are at a point of drawing blood, he holds his breath and they come together. His cum spills between them, making a mess. On the other end, his ass accepts every single drop Neuvillette's giving him, until it overflows. Not so long after his partner pulls out with a sigh. The bulge in his stomach stays, now filled with cum.
The fluids in his body are in chaos. Nausea, as they run around confused. Headache, as the boiling water occasionally pops in his brain. Fever, as the rain droplets make contact with his skin and burn it irreversibly. He can feel it, the rains in Fontaine. As they join the vast sea, they join his body too. Each one carries their own memories, their own emotions. This much emotion is too much for a human to handle, his brain simply stops processing. He can't refocus his eyes, it's all blurry everywhere he looks. Expect...
Neuvillette, his partner, his lover; is still there, holding his head, kissing his eyes. Ludex's tremble is back, much worse than before. The hand holding his nape is shaking violently. He can't say anything to comfort the man. It isn't sure that he processes what's in front of him, let alone thinking. He can't get mad at himself either, there is simply nothing functional left in him.
"I'll come for you. You'll never be alone. It's a promise." ...Ridiculous. He said let it go. Yet these words, even in a hopeless situation, are comforting... He wants to believe, he wants to see him again, he wants to hold him and never be separated. He wants to, he wants to, he wants to...
Rain never stops in Fontaine.