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Neuvillette has sent him many things from the surface. Ranging from tea to small trinkets for Sigewinne, the head nurse. A form of appreciation for her services in keeping the inmates and Wriothesley healthy and safe in the underworld. All of the gifts are kept safely by the warden in his office, cherished and loved.
Some days, he wondered what things he could send to the Chief Justice to return the favor. Books? Neuvillette has a lot more than the fortress does. Tea? The Iudex prefers water. Sweets? He is sure the hydro Archon is more likely to devour them rather than his lover. Nothing seems good enough to be sent as a gift. The closest thing to appropriate is water, Neuvillette is sure fond of them. Sadly the water quality of the fortress is no better than the surface's, even worse with how tainted it is with negative emotions from some inmates. Wriothesley afraids it might taste like one of the Sigewinne’s drinks, desolation.
The other days when he felt overwhelmed by the burden of keeping his people’s needs, the Duke was flooded with wants to hold his lover, to embrace him, to have him in his arms (and to have him bent over and fucked, claimed and bred thoroughly. But these desires are buried under layers of emotions. Wriothesley dare not to flood his mind with these lewd images too much, fearing he might drown in it and lose his focus during work). His wants and needs are crushed by the reality of separation they have to endure. Their worlds are different, so do their jobs and responsibilities.
Visiting him is out of the question. Most days the Chief Justice is so busy dealing with trials and investigations that he forgot to answer the letters from the warden. Wriothesley doesn't take it to heart and continues sending despite the slow reply he gets. Neuvillette will eventually answer each one of them and send him gifts as an apology. He just has to be patient and as the administrator of the fortress his patience has been honed since a long time ago.
But this particular week has him in a chokehold. No less than five weeks had passed since the last time he had seen his lover and felt his touch. Desperation makes him burn in his own desire, torturing him with his need to sink himself into the Iudex and breed him with his seed. The images are becoming more clear and apparent in his mind, flooding his brain with inappropriate images of the Chief Justice. Neuvillette on his knees. Neuvillette sucking him off. Neuvillette moaning and begging, hands clawing on his back as he thrusts deep and comes inside the dragon. Breeding him.
Neuvillette, Neuvillette, Neuvillette.
The name drowns him in pleasure and pain, consuming his sanity bits by bits each passing second. He laughs at himself when he finds himself hard and leaking, darker shades of gray taints his pants. Gripping the edge of his seat, he tries to calm himself down. A knock on his door, followed by a soft voice calling his name. His thoughts ebb away momentarily.
"Come in, Sigewinne!" he shouts, recognizing the owner of the voice.
Placing his coat on his lap to hide his erection is the first thing he does before the head nurse reaches the second floor. Getting caught hard and traumatizing the Head Nurse is the last thing he wants.
"Greetings, Your Grace! A letter from Monsieur Neuvillette!"
"Thank you, Head Nurse! You are dismissed."
A sad whine escapes from the little girl's lips, "But I want to know your letter."
"You will know if I deem it appropriate. Besides this letter is reserved to me. You have yours, don’t you?" Wriothesley points the white envelope on the girl's hand. She pouts and the warden lets out a soft laugh, "Why don't you read it with your friends, Sigewinne. I will help you make stickers later."
She smiles and nods. "I will. Thank you, Your Grace! I will take my leave.
And the little melusine leaves him again, solitary with his unholy thoughts. Wriothesley groans and stands up to brew some tea. He needs a clear mind to read the letter. Chamomile, lavender, and mint. Their redolence fills the room and clears his fog a little. Wriothesley drops two cubes of sugar and stirs them until the white cubes dissolve, leaving the warm liquid sweet to the taste. He brings it to his lips, letting the scent fill his nose again before gulping it down in one go. He ignores the burning heat on his tongue and throat, not painful enough to break him from the shackle of thoughts. Neuvillette's name is still branded on his brain like a permanent mark.
He wishes to send his feelings to his lover, to let him know the churning needs inside him. To let him know his body and soul want him, need him. To uncover the desire within them and let them out like a wild beast ready to devour their prey.
The question is how. Writing a detailed letter about how desperate he is is considered out of the question. Wriothesley is bad at writing his feelings out, too shy to write it to be exact and prefers to say it out loud (or with action preferably).
Neuvillette. Water. Desire.
His mind races with manifold possibilities and connects the little dots floating behind his eyes. A smile rises on his lips, an idea full of risk.
Maybe it's worth trying.
***
Neuvillette combs through the stack of files on his desk. He sighs once again before dropping himself to the familiar seat and continuing his search. His eyes catch a particular file with his lover’s name engraved on it with golden ink. Suddenly he is aware of how he misses him badly and his heart breaks into pieces.
Once in centuries, he finally found something he can own and protect it. All his and finally he is allowed to feel selfish, to let his inner dragon claiming that one man alone, Wriothesley. His mood souring with each thought passed without his lover’s presence.
A knock on his door and the gnawing feelings dissipates (for now).
“Monsieur Neuvillette, a package from the underworld.”
“Thank you, Sedene!”
The melusine gives him a smile before leaving. The room goes silent again, the Iudex with his package lying on the table. His deft fingers untie the rope and peel the wrap with no difficulty, revealing a mysterious box and two envelopes.
Based on the envelopes’ design, Neuvillette can easily guess the sender. The blue one is from the Head Nurse and the second one, a neatly written letter in black envelope, is from the Warden, his lover. But the box? Neuvilette would have guessed it was Sigewinne but the box itself is rather odd, not the little melusine’s style at wrapping gifts at all. A charcoal wooden box with a maroon bow securing it. A little light, barely holds any weight. He lets his judgment fall upon the Duke’s name as the sender. Although it is uncommon for him to send gifts, it is not unwelcomed.
Opening the box is an easy task. Nothing fancy inside, just a little glass bottle full of translucent liquid with delicate red cloth beneath it. He picks it up, observing and twirling the liquid. Maybe opening the cork will reveal what it is but he dare not to do such a reckless thing. It is from Wriothesley but it is also from the underworld (where the only good things there for Neuvillette are the warden and the concept of rebirth).
The letters are the safest option, his heart prays for no malicious and bad news written inside. He opens the black envelope and as he expected a letter from Wriothesley.
To my dearest Iudex of Fontaine,
It's been weeks since the last time I had seen you and my heart aches terribly. I long for your touch and voice to ease the coldness seeping from the fortress’ walls.
A shiver runs down from his spine. Neuvillette cringes a little at the cheesy and poetic words. Is it really Wriothesley who sent him this? The next sentences ease his worry a little.
Thank you for the peppermint tea you sent to me, it does help me with my stress. You have done your research well, Chief Justice! I’m well and so are the melusines. They get more naughty as each day passes, I think the Head Nurse challenged them for a bet again (She won). Although I did not know the details, you might find it in her letter.
A warmth on his chest knowing his little family is safe down there. He continues reading to sate his curiosity regarding the mysterious bottle.
As I have said before, I miss you so much and I send you a gift along with this letter. I will guess you had opened the box even before reading the letter. Curious, aren’t you?
Neuvillette sighs. Is he that predictable? (In his lover’s eyes yes, but Wriothesley will never tell him that blatantly)
The bottle contains a very special liquid. Water to be exact, but a special water. I know you love water.
The Chief Justice frowns. Is he expected to drink that up?
No, it is not for drinking but it is safe to be consumed, so worry not, my dear dragon.
(That day Neuvillette believed he is THAT predictable)
It is rather… My desire and emotions at that moment. You know what to do, Chief Justice. I will wait for your reply.
Yours truly, Wriothesley
Neuvillette stares at the paper blankly for a minute before adrenaline rushes into his veins. What does the letter mean? Is his lover really safe down there? Is this some sort of secret code or silent screams of please from the underworld? He takes a deep breath and brace himself for the worst. He grips the bottle on his palm and closes his eyes, focusing to search the boiling emotions to reveal the secrets behind it.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
His eyes wide open and a dust of pink paints his cheeks to ears. Feeling his legs turning into jelly, the Iudex supports himself with his arm on the desk. A surge of arousal and pleasure ignites his stomach unexpectedly. He uses his free hand to cover his mouth, silencing the debauched noises before they spill out of his lips.
The feelings of pleasure, love, desire, all coiling inside him, making him dizzy with the phantom feelings. His face heats when he finds himself hard and pants stained with his arousal. He puts his palm against his chest, feeling his draconic heart beats faster than ever. Even without his presence here, Wriothesley still managed to leave him panting and trembling.
That damn warden. What has he done?
***
If his prediction is correct the reply letter should be on its way now. Wriothesley totally did not wait with legs bouncing in anticipation and a smile plastered on his face, grinning stupidly. Even Sigewinne gave him a judging look.
“Your Grace, you need to stop grinning like that. It is...rather unpleasant.”
“You wound me, Sigewinne,” the Duke gives her a fake frown.
The melusine rolls her eyes and puts a glass full of her blue speciality drink on his table. Wriothesley drops his smile fully.
“Just what did Your Grace write on the letter?”
“Political stuff, as always,” a visible lie.
“What kind of political stuff makes you smile like that?”
“Well- There are...a lot of things in politics that make me happy,” half a lie.
“So it must be very good news considering how wide your smile was. I only see you smile like that whenever you meet Monsieur Neuvillette.”
“I-” A realization hits Wriothesley like a truck when he sees the melusine raises her eyebrow. She knows, the head nurse only plays dumb about knowing their relationship all this time, “You won’t tell your friends, will you?”
“Drink your milkshake and I might consider it,” she chuckles, pushing the mug closer.
“Tch, you got me good, dear Sigewinne,” bested by the (playful) threat, he grabs the mug and downs it in one go. That taste of desolation hits him again, making him groan.
He can not even be mad because that is what he does to survive and to rule, finding the weak point and using it for his own advantages. The head nurse had observed and slyly used it against him now.
A knock on his door and he lets them in. "G- greetings, Your Grace! A letter from Monsieur Neuvillette!"
The stupid grin is back as he takes the white envelope, "Thank you. You may leave."
The man nods and leaves.
"You too Sigewinne."
"What...? Playing secrets again, aren't we?" She pouts.
"Well, it would be a shame if the Chief Justice knew a certain melusine gulped down an entire jar of sweets without sharing any to her friends. We don't want that, do we?"
Wriothesley almost couldn't hold his laugh at the head nurse's expression ; eyes widened in realization that her well hidden secrets had just been exposed by the warden. Nothing really escapes the Duke's eyes, she should have known better.
"I will take my leave. Good afternoon, Your Grace!"
She waddles her way to the door and leaves the room without further quibble. One point for Wriothesley for tuning the situation against her.
Now back to the envelope in his hand. He giddily opens it and takes the smoothly folded paper inside. Pretty paper with neat writing, definitely written and sent by Neuvillette himself. He reads the paper with his heart content.
“So the trick does work, huh?” He whistles.
Wriothesley has three days before meeting the Chief Justice again.
***
The longest three days he had to endure in his entire life and now he is finally free to take what is his. Humming in his office, he cleans his boots and polishes them to make them shiny. Satisfied with the result, he puts them back into his feet. Sigewinne slides her paper into the light blue envelope and sticks a sticker to seal it.
“Are you done with your letter?”
“Yes! Please send my regards. Take care!”
“Will do!” He gives the melusine a salute and disappears behind the door.
The walk into the surface is pleasant. He arrives in no time with no problems. It's like the goddess of love herself blesses them tonight and Wriothesley can not be happier.
One step, two steps. Without realizing how distances he has cut, the Duke now stands in front of his lover’s office door. He knocks, one, twice and is let in by the soothing deep voice. Wriothesley almost cried hearing his voice again after all this time but he ground himself and walked towards the table.
“Good afternoon, Your Grace,” he greets with a soft smile leaning to give his lover a kiss.
“Oh, Drop the title, mon amour,” he giggles and returns his man a peck on the lips.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you more.”
Intimate and loved, fingers tangled with each other. Feels like the world revolves around them and Wriothesley cherishes every second of it A comfortable silence between them before Neuvillette finally breaks them.
“Give me half an hour to finish the remaining paper works alright? After that I’m all yours,” a promise.
“I can savor you right now if you let me,” Wriothesley whispers.
“Pardon?”
“Would you like to warm me?” the warden presses his lips on Neuvillette’s jaw lightly.
It took him three seconds to process the meaning behind “warm me” and when realization hits, the Chief Justice turns scarlet from cheeks to ears. Wriothesley giggles and cups his lover’s cheeks, brushing his calloused thumb to the unblemished red skin.
“Mon amour, would you like to?” his voice soften, spitting honey and venom like a siren call, dragging the Iudex into the deep ocean of lust.
He gives him a nod and the duke is not satisfied, “Words, mon amour.”
“Y- yes. Please.”
The duke grins, a devilish smile across his face. How easy it is to have Neuvillette wrapped around his finger with just a few words and featherlight touches. Turning the well composed man and his tenacious attitude into a pliant toy for him to use. How endearing. Exciting beyond everything.
“Asking so nicely. It would be so cruel of me if I deny you.”
The warden lets go of his grip and goes behind his lover. He sweeps the white strands behind his neck and lands a kiss on the skin. Neuvillette jolts and whines at the sudden contact, hands gripping the edge of the table to ground himself. His breath hitches, body shivering with anticipation. Wriothesley barely does anything and Neuvillette is already inches from falling apart.
“Relax sweetheart, I got you,” he mumbles against his neck before sliding his hand to grip the back of the neck lightly.
Slowly he pushes Neuvillette, urging him to lean forward, a silent command to bend over the table. Neuvillette complies, lowering his front until his cheeks rest flat on the solid wood. He watches his little dragon swallowing the lump in his throat, nervous of what will happen next. Wriothesley hums, happy with how obedient the Iudex is. He undoes the belt confining the man's waist and pulls the pants down on go. It is refreshing to see Neuvillete out of his usual attire, a simple white shirt and black pants that are now pooling around his ankles.
Wriothesley reaches his pocket and fishes out a small bottle of oil. He pulls the cork out and the scent of Lumidouce Bell fills the room. Carefully he tilts the bottle and lets the clear liquid fall directly on Neuvillette's entrance. Wriothesley thumbs the tight rim, circling the sensitive skin around it, teasingly blows his breath to warm the skin. Neuvillette trembles beneath him.
"You know you are beautiful right?" he asks lovingly, "Ethereal. Divine. Everything I could dream of."
The compliments fester the desire in him, amplifying it until the slow drag of the fingers no longer satiates his hunger. Neuvillette lets out a moan, pushing his hips desperately to chase more of it and is met with a strong grip on his hips to stop him.
"Eager, aren't you?"
"Wriothesley...please."
The duke chuckles and finally gives in, sinking two of his fingers inside and scissors the tight hole open. Neuvillette keens, sensitive after weeks untouched. His fun doesn't last long as Wriothesley pulls out his fingers once he deems his lover is loose enough to take him fully. He wipes the remaining oil to Neuvillette's thighs before hoisting him up and pulls him to his lap.
"You have no idea how much I miss you, how much I miss this," Wriothesley keeps whispering sweet words while his hands work to unbutton his pants. Hurriedly he lets his throbbing length bob out and angles it towards Neuvillette's entrance,"Mon amour, may I?"
Neuvillette gives him a nod and Wriothesley immediately thrusts himself in, breaching the tight walls and forcing them to split apart. Neuvillette lets out a soft moan at the pain and pleasure.
"Too tight. Sweetheart, stop clenching!" the warden groans when he feels his lover squeeze him up so tightly.
Small whimpers fall like waterfall from his lips when the Duke's nails dig into his flesh. Neuvillette is now officially lost in the sea of pleasure, drowned and pulled by tides of desire. He grinds his hips subconsciously, chasing for more of the dizzying drags of his lover's cock despite the stinging pain from the nails (he loves it).
"Patient, Neuvillette."
The warning stops the grinds but not the protesting whines from the needy dragon. Wriothesley guides his right hand to grab the pen again, "You seem to forget your real job here, Chief Justice. Are you that cockdrunk already?"
Flush of embarrassment colors the dragon's face scarlet. He shakes his head, hand trembling while holding the pen between his gloved fingers. Neuvillette takes a deep breath and glues his eyes back on the paperwork lying on the table. Wriothesley sneaks his hand to hug the lithe waist and rest his temple to the man's shoulder.
Neuvillette smells good, like petrichor after rain with a mix of Lumidouce Bell scent from the oil earlier. Addictive, almost sedative and soothing his mind after rough weeks of working and smelling reeks of sweat and oil. The sound of pen scratching the paper echoes in the room, the only thing that breaks the comfortable silence between them. Sometimes hitched breaths from Neuvillette whenever Wriothesley moves to steal a kiss or even moans when the Duke paints a hickey into his pale skin akin to a flower blooming on an empty canvas. Wriothesley will never be able to keep his hands off him.
"Almost done."
Neuvillette has to clear his throat after hearing his own voice embarrassingly crack. He seems to grow impatient, hips shifting uncomfortably. Wriothesley laps a mark he had left and murmurs a praise, telling him to keep going and finish it.
He can wait. Wriothesley can wait. But the aching length inside his lover barely holds the desire, precum flooding from the tip. It takes all of himself to not bend the dragon and fuck him like crazy.
His eyes land on Neuvillette's leaking tip. Very tempting to be grabbed and jerked.
"W- Wriothesley..." Neuvillette feels shivers running down his spine when the familiar fingers wrapped around his length. Up and down, the warden strokes the aching leaking cock, thumb swiping on the slit and smearing the precum on the tip. Wriothesley can't help but smile as he watches the Iudex slowly break under the pleasure. Little by little he watches the pleasure building up and coiling inside him agonizingly slow. Neuvillette squirms, hips moving to chase more and more. His eyes roll back into his skull as he comes undone from the onslaught of pleasure. Silent and blissful.
The pen between his fingers slips and falls into the ground, bouncing a few times before lying motionless on the ground. Neuvillette does not pick it up, not that he cares about it anymore.
"A-ah! Stop! I came!"
The assaults do not stop. He trashed, hands pulling the gripping fingers on his shaft. “Wriothesley...please.”
He lets go. “Did that satisfy my dragon's desire?”
“Hah- As if,” Neuvillette hisses between his teeth.
“Insatiable.”
The fingers are back around Neuvillette's cock, tightening its grip. Neuvillette jerks. Wriothesley chuckles and bends to grab the fallen pen. He puts the pen back between the quivering fingers And guides them to hold the pen correctly.
“Finish your paperwork first, won't you, dear Iudex?”
Neuvillette has never been this agitated with papers until now.
***
The effort is praise worthy. It took him thirty minutes to finish the remaining papers. He really hopes his writing is readable so that he doesn't have to restart the whole thing tomorrow. And now everything is done, it's time for Neuvillette to claim his reward.
Bent over on the now clean table, the Duke takes all his frustration on him, fucking him rough and hard. Neuvillette doesn't mind it, in fact it makes the pleasure doubled and he is unbelievably turned on.
“Mon amour,”he mumbles against his neck,”Where do you keep the bottle I gave?”
Neuvillette, too lost in pleasure, only replies with incoherent noise and jumbling words. Wriothesley laughs. He finds it adorable and stops thrusting.
“The bottle, where do you keep it?” he repeats the question.
Neuvillette whines. He pushes his hips back and forth, grinding on the hard cock inside him instead of answering. Wriothesley clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction. He grabs the base on Neuvillette’s hair and hoists him up until his back touches his chest. Neuvillette keens, hands scramble to grip the hands on his hair to ease the pain. But Wriothesley shows no mercy, that dragon won't break, not in his hands.
“Mon amour, I know you miss me, but must you be a cockdrunk brat tonight?”
Neuvillette shakes his head and points at his second drawer shakily. Wriothesley quickly fetches the small bottle and twirls it in front of Neuvillette.
“Do you know how I made this?”
He shakes his head again.
“I edge myself to the thought of you screaming and crying underneath me. To the thought of you cumming so hard that you pass out.”
He uncorks the bottle with his thumb.
“How I wish I could have you all for myself. Chained up in my office so I can use you and love you whenever I want.”
He brings the bottle close to Neuvillette's lower lip.
“You were stuck in my mind all day. It was...excruciating, sweetheart. And now I want you to feel it.”
He tilts the bottle and empties the liquid inside his mouth.
“Swallow it.”
Neuvillette swallows. He moans. He moans at the cloying sweet inside his mouth, at the raging pleasure assaulting his body. Feeling it was pleasurable let alone drinking it. Wriothesley lets go of his hair and pulls his hips to bury himself deeper. Neuvillette reaches his peak and comes undone.
“Wow~ you are really a cockdrunk tonight,”he mocks his lover before fucking him into overstimulation,”Keep your hands on the table, Mon Amour.”
Neuvillette complies, last attempt to please the Duke with obedience despite the pain slowly taking over his pleasure. His sobs echo through the room, hands gripping the edge of the table to ground himself. One minute. Two minutes. And finally Wriothesley comes, painting his inside warm and white.
Both of them pants and gasps for air, coming down from the orgasmic states slowly. Wriothesley gently pulls his soft cock, eliciting a whine from the oversensitive dragon. He hushes him gently before picking him up and wraps him in his coat to keep him warm. The dragon hugs the soft fabric and pulls it to his nose. Warm and smells like Wriothesley, like a cup of warm peppermint tea.
“Let's get you cleaned up first alright, Mon Amour?”
Neuvillette nods. His mind is empty and his heart is full.