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"Thank you again for everything, Lord Phainon! And Prince Mydeimos as well, of course!"
Phainon simply shakes his head with a smile and waves off the small crowd as the Kremnoan and Okheman citizens he and Mydei had been helping settle a misunderstanding begin to head off.
"It really isn't a problem! After all, the unity of the people is what is needed to keep Amphoreus strong in these times. This duty is one I am proud to be able to uphold not only as a Chrysos Heir, but also as a fellow citizen. Shall you ever require help, you know where to find me."
A few people beam at him in return, stopping to incline their heads to Mydei, who stands leisurely nearby, leaning back against a pillar with his arms crossed. He gives them all a nod as well, more reserved than Phainon, but no less happy to lend his assistance.
After the last of them disappear from sight, Phainon turns toward Mydei with a faint smile.
"Well, I suppose that's one extra mission accomplished today. Lady Aglaea should be pleased things didn't get the chance to escalate."
They had just returned from taking out a group of titankin near Dolos when they had stumbled upon the argument taking place. Luckily in the end, it had only been a small language barrier to overcome, nothing too serious or difficult—especially with his own personal walking Kremnoan dictionary accompanying him.
"She'll be pleased the issue didn't make it to the ears of the council of elders," Mydei agrees.
They stand there for a moment, observing the city from the quiet corner they've taken a short rest in.
"So, will you be on your way to the markets later?" Phainon asks, when Mydei pushes away from the pillar at last. "I can accompany you if you need assistance, there's some tasks I was planning on knocking out there anyway."
Mydei narrows his eyes. "You should be seeing Hyacine about that shoulder injury you've been trying to hide."
Phainon rolls his eyes at that. Of course he had noticed. "It's truly nothing to bother her with, she's busy enough as is, these days."
"You always make sure everyone else is taken care of," Mydei says slowly, as if Phainon might run from this conversation like he had the last one. "Yet you never ask for help, or for anything in return."
Phainon only sighs. It's a conversation they've had a few times in the past, usually whenever the other could tell that he was more exhausted than he let on in front of the public.
"Is that so wrong for the so called Deliverer? I'm not called the Reciever, you know." Something in his demeanor must betray the light hearted tone, given the knowing look Mydei pins him with. He sighs again, turning to place his hands on the stone railing beside them. "...My wish has always been to fulfill the wishes of the world. Even if I get tired sometimes, or hurt, I could never completely stop helping the people of Amphoreus."
Silence descends upon them in the wake of his confession, Phainon simply enjoying his company while the Kremnoan warrior seems to be contemplating his next words in the same vein he plans what the heirs will be having for dinner—with careful deliberation and consideration.
Until, finally, he speaks. A quiet request.
"Would you grant one for me too, then, Deliverer? If I asked."
Phainon's head whips up at that. His fellow heir has never really spoken of personal wishes in all the time that they have known each other. He knows, perhaps better than anyone, that Mydeimos is perfectly capable in most regards. He knows that he hardly ever asks for anything for himself, only ever for the good of his people.
Phainon's eagerness could not be more apparent if he was a dog, metaphorical tail wagging enthusiastically as he steps closer and latches onto one of Mydei's biceps. It's firm, yet yielding under his grasp. He can't help squeezing, just a little. For the millionth time, Phainon finds himself admiring his friend's inconspicuous physique. That train of thought can, however, wait just for this one instance.
"If it is in my power, I swear by Kephale to see it fulfilled, Mydeimos."
Mydei regards him for a moment with another long look, one Phainon finds slightly unsettling as he can't quite determine what it means.
"Hn."
Blinking at Mydei's retreating back, Phainon frowns. "Hey! Are you really going to ask that and then not tell me what it is? How am I supposed to make sure it gets fulfilled if I have no idea what your wish is?"
"You can worry about that later, HKS," is the only reply he recieves, and even without being able to see it he can picture Mydei's smug expression after dangling something like that in front of him only to so cruelly leave him hanging. "We've got a meeting to attend, it's hardly the time to stand around speaking of wishes when there's work to be done, after all."
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Unfortunately, it isn't until a few nights later that Phainon finally gets to find out anything about Mydei's wish.
He and Castorice had been sent out on a mission for professor Anaxa, retrieving some rare tomes that had been deemed essential for his research in one of the places recently taken over by the black tide. It had been a bit of a hassle finding the right ones, but ultimately proved rewarding—at least, according to the cackle the professor had let out upon seeing them before snatching them up and carrying them off to his office.
Another day, another wish fulfilled. The weariness he felt was worn away by the lingering satisfaction of helping someone else.
Now, having parted ways with Castorice upon returning to Okhema safely after leaving the Grove, Phainon finds himself wandering to the private baths to relax. The late hour means it should be entirely empty by now, and he sees no reason not to begin divesting himself of some of his clothes on the way up. After all, no one else is around to see anything.
When the platform comes to a stop, he's left only in his choker and pants, and he is about to strip them off as well when he realizes he is not, in fact, the only occupant.
Tired though he is, his spirits quickly lift as he recognizes the back of the blonde and red head of hair already soaking as he steps forward. Phainon is about to open his mouth to call out a greeting when he hears the oddly rhythmic splashing of the water.
His silent footsteps come to a halt as he registers Mydei's faint sighs, almost perfectly timed to the sound of the ripples. Only now does he see one of Mydei's arms moving with almost a vengeance, and the hero of Okhema finds his composure faltering.
"Ah, hah."
The pleasantly warm air in the room in no part contributes to the heated blush that Phainon can feel rapidly spreading across his face.
Obviously, the Trailblazer must be messing around with Oronyx's power somewhere nearby, the way his heartrate seems to slow and the scene of Mydei pleasuring himself drags on for far longer than Phainon thinks must be possible in the seconds he spends watching.
Usually, the Kremnoan prince walks around with half of his chest out for all of Amphoreus to see (which is bad enough for Phainon's active imagination), but this... His hand reaches down to press against the bulge in his pants for some fraction of relief as Mydei's hand starts to speed up, the sounds he's letting out becoming increasingly more depraved.
For a moment the lust is replaced by a tight, uncomfortable feeling. Mydei isn't aware that he's standing here, witnessing him more unraveled than the rare occasions when Mydei dies beside him fighting titankin. The swordsman can't help the wave of jealousy that washes over him after, wondering who the other must be thinking of to make him make sounds like that.
He's about to slip away unnoticed to take care of the growing problem in his pants when he hears his own name slip past Mydei's lips, voice rough and thick with desperation as he continues to chase his release. Not HKS, not Deliverer, but—
"Phainon, please—"
He can't help the answering whine that involuntarily slips out, too caught up in the revelation that he himself is the occupant of the Kremnoan crown prince's fantasy. Time really seems to stop when it hits Phainon that the noise that came from him was most definitely loud enough to have caught Mydei's attention. He had firsthand knowledge of how well that immortal body's senses were from all the time spent on the battle field and sparring on the city's rooftops together.
Mydei has pulled himself out of the bath while Phainon was caught up in his head, standing a few paces away. Water drips from his form, and Phainon desparately wishes he had the power of Oronyx so that he could freeze this moment and memorize the path each drop takes.
Awkwardly, Phainon clears his throat while scratching the back of his head. He can salvage this, somehow. The whole invading his privacy on accident thing.
"Mydei, I—"
A hand stops him in his tracks as Mydei raises it, any rational explanation dying in his throat as the other's gaze flicks down briefly before meeting his eyes.
"Are you really going to bathe in your clothes, Deliverer?" Amusement flashes across his face, a teasing smirk forming. "After what happened last time?"
"That's not—, I mean... no, that wasn't my plan."
Phainon can feel himself flush further at the reminder of their last competition in the heated baths. Can vividly recall how much his low heat tolerance had only partly contributed to his loss, the sight of Mydei then—flushed, groaning, determined to one up him—forever etched into his mind (and more often than not, his dreams).
"Then remove them and join me," Mydei says, turning without a backward glance in his direction to step into the water and sit down where he had been relaxing before Phainon interrupted him. As if being walked in on pleasuring himself by the very person he was imagining was not driving him as insane as Phainon felt.
Phainon hesitates for only a moment before stripping and following the other's lead.
If this, too, is some absurd unspoken competition, he will prove that he can best Mydei in this as well, whatever this may be. Seeing how long they can stay hard in these circumstances? Hah. An easy victory—with his body so freely on display like it is, Mydei is unwittingly giving Phainon an unfair advantage. Of course, given what he walked in on, the same could be said for his companion.
The thought has Phainon's brain short-circuiting as it replays the memory formed mere moments ago, engrained already in vivid detail.
"Do you remember what you promised me?" Mydei speaks up after a few minutes of sitting in silence, voice remarkably calm for their current predicament in Phainon's opinion. His golden eyes are staring right into his soul. "About my wish?"
Phainon is trying his best not to focus on the fact that the crown prince is completely naked beside him with seemingly no shame whatsoever and still quite hard, and that fact in turn is making him even harder. Titans, could this not have been a bubble bath that Mydei could have taken instead? At least then he would be able to retain some small amount of dignity.
The question, however, immediately redirects his attention.
"Of course!" As if Phainon had been able to stop wondering what wish he could possibly help Mydei fulfill, and how soon he could do it. He keeps his eyes on Mydei's as the man moves closer, practically shoulder to shoulder, which is doing a number to Phainon's mental state. "If I may ask, though, my dear Mydeimos, what makes you bring that up now?"
Mydei merely hums, fingers coming up to hook underneath Phainon's choker (which he had kept on to not feel entirely exposed, but he thinks now might have been a mistake) as he regards him like a predator circling another predator. Phainon swears the temperature of the room has once again increased somehow.
"I wish..." he says, with a longer, pointed glance down, "that for once you would take what you want."
A beat passes, Phainon's eyes widening as Mydei's glint at whatever he sees there. It's both an invitation and an admission in one.
The fraying thread mentally holding Phainon back snaps with the same record breaking speed he uses to close the distance with Mydei, who surges forward to meet him. Water splashes around them in a delightful display at they collide.
Phainon can't help but marvel at finally, finally getting to run his hands along every bit of Mydei that he can touch—each loving caress aided along by wet skin and Mydei himself pulling him closer, gripping his arms and dragging one of Phainon's hands to his chest. He breaks away from the kiss panting.
"I've seen the way you stare, Deliverer. Go ahead. Indulge yourself."
A shiver runs through Phainon at that, and he does as he's told with enthusiasm. Fingers splay across the broad expanse of skin in front of him, lightly squeezing as he massages his lover's chest. He can feel Mydei's eyes on him, half lidded as he grinds down onto Phainon's lap with a shaky groan.
Phainon whimpers at that, head falling forward to bury itself in that gloriously defined body. His mouth latches onto skin to occupy it, biting one of those striking tattoos before tracing over them with his tongue.
Mydei's breath hitches.
"Fuck, just like that."
Fingers creep into his hair, holding Phainon's head in place as he takes his time suckling Mydei's chest, savoring this blessing he has been given. His own hands move as well, one resting on the small of Mydei's back, palming that damned tenth thoracic vertebrae to set a more coherent rhythm while the other wraps around his dick.
Titans, it's even better than he's dreamed of, just barely longer than Phainon's from what he can tell. It makes his mouth water, thinking about wrapping his lips around that later.
"Don't stop," Mydei grunts, voice trailing off into a gasp. "Deliverer!"
Phainon only sucks harder, teasingly scraping his teeth over a nipple before gently biting down, thumb pressing into the weak spot on his back.
It isn't long at all before Mydei suddenly thrashes in his hold and releases between them with a cry, no doubt already close before he had arrived. Phainon can do no more than blink dumbly, committing the sight of the glowing pulses of the tattoos in front of him to memory before Mydei swiftly rolls them over so that Phainon is now seated on his lap.
Phainon runs his hands reverently along the tattoos as they fade back to their normal shade of red.
"Mydei, that body of yours is absurd."
"I am well aware how you feel about it," Mydei licks his lips, eyes still cloudy with undisguised want. "But at the moment I am more interested in how you feel against it."
The words have no sooner left his lips before he's got his hands on Phainon's hips, encouraging him to rut down against his thigh. Phainon can think of nothing to say in reply to that, too caught up in the building friction under the water. Mydei recaptures his lips like he's starving for it, and Phainon happily acquiesces. He could spend forever kissing Mydei. Would, if he were able.
Tensions begin to climb as Phainon's hips speed up, losing their rhythm but gaining momentum. He reluctantly turns his head away to gasp in air.
Mydei dips his head lower, licking the sweat from the junction of Phainon's shoulder and neck as the grip on his hips tightens.
"Just like that, Phainon," he whispers into the skin.
And with just that utterance of his name, so lovingly spoken, Phainon loses himself. A strangled groan leaves his throat before Mydei bites into it, leaving his own mark in the center of the sun tattooed there.
As he slowly comes to a stop, his breath hitches as his knee brushes Mydei's length, which is already starting to harden once again.
"Don't tell me that's all you've got in you, Deliverer?"
"Hardly," Phainon breathes, giddiness bubbling within him as Mydei grins in reply. "You wished that I would take what I want, didn't you?" He leans in to rest their foreheads against each other. "Well, what I want is you. Always, in every lifetime."
"In every lifetime," Mydei repeats, equally reverent as he guides Phainon into another long kiss, "I'll find you, then."
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Two hours later, as Phainon and Mydei lie sated next to each other, slowly regaining their senses, Mydei casts a glance at the state of the baths around them and grimaces.
"Lady Aglaea is going to kill us."
"At least you'll come back."
Phainon's breathless laughter turns to sputtering as Mydei shoves him over the edge, back into the water.
"HKS," he mutters, rolling to rest his chin on crossed arms near the lip of the bath.
He can't help the fond smile that forms when Phainon's head pops back up, looking vaguely betrayed. Nor can he help smiling into the kiss he steals when Phainon wades closer with that irresistibly adorable pout on his face.