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“You really ought to be more careful and look after yourself better.”
His fellow warrior's words haunt the hero as he lay on his bed, crumpled over as an inexplicable heat courses through his veins.
Phainon has been feeling ill ever since his return from a mission to drive out the black tide monsters gathering near the outskirts of the Grove of Epiphany. He did encounter some bizarre plant-like monsters while slaying the more regular-looking monsters, a detail that he made sure to include in his report to Aglaea… but other than that, he'd say it was a fairly regular extermination mission.
“Have I not been careful enough?” Phainon groans as the heat in his body flares up. In the face of a new abomination from the black tide, he believes he did his best in maintaining a safe distance. He had not sustained any scars either, and he did his best to follow most of Mydei's advice when going on missions without the assistance of other Chrysos Heirs.
The hero curls in on himself, trying to figure out where things may have gone wrong. He knows that it would be for the best to just head straight to Hyacine… but Twilight Courtyard is already busy as it is, and he didn't really want to draw attention away from the common folk who may need her care more.
I don't think this is anything deadly. Maybe I just need to sleep it off a little more, Phainon convinces himself. He tries to adjust into a more comfortable sleeping position, when his hand accidentally brushes against his crotch.
“...!”
What the…?
He tries touching himself again down there, and a brief wave of relief washes over him, but the heat immediately returns soon after with renewed intensity.
“Could it be?” Phainon repeats his actions. After achieving the same effect as before, he makes up his mind and pulls down his pants.
I hope this works.
…
Much to Phainon's dismay, simply touching himself only alleviated his symptoms for a little while. It did not really fix the core issue of his malady, and after the first two days, it stopped working altogether.
He tried checking on the situation at Twilight Courtyard, but upon seeing the long queue of refugees seeking treatment, the hero backed out.
As he was trudging back to his room, he ran into the last person he wanted to see in his current state. He straightens his gait, pretends to be looking in the other direction as he passes by Mydei… and tries in vain to bolt away the moment he feels the other warrior shift to turn at him.
Of course, the Kremnoan prince effortlessly catches him… and pins him against the wall.
“Out with it,” Mydei commands, his expression stern, voice laced with worry. “What's wrong with you? You've been acting strange and avoiding me lately.”
Phainon shakes his head. “Nothing I can't take care of by myself.” He struggles to break free from his fellow warrior's iron grip, but his efforts only put him in a more difficult situation as Mydei caged him in, their bodies now closer than ever.
“You're burning up,” Mydei points out, “but it doesn't look like a typical fever.”
“Mydei, please… I'm fine, just, just… just let me go,” Phainon pleads, nearly out of breath as his body grows more restless from their suffocating proximity to each other.
“The sooner you tell me what's going on with you, the sooner we can get this over with.” There's a certain firmness in his voice that tells Phainon it's pointless trying to talk his way out of this situation.
“Fine, fine. I'll talk. I just need you to back away a little so I can calm down, okay?”
…
Phainon had expected Mydei to drag him back to Twilight Courtyard after hearing his account. Instead, the hero soon finds himself on the Kremnoan prince's bed, completely bare before the amber eyes that burned with something akin to the heat plaguing him over the past few days.
“Mydeimos, are you sure about this?” Phainon asks, still nervous about the whole thing even as the unbearable heat of the strange aphrodisiac he inhaled a few days ago felt as though it's about to burn him alive. “You… I mean, we… we don't have to do this. It doesn't have to be this way. There's a downtown pub I've heard of from Okheman soldiers, perhaps we can find someone trustworthy to help me with—”
“Am I not trustworthy enough for you, Deliverer?” Mydei asks, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury.
“O-Of course you are! It's just that…” Seeing the raw emotion in the prince's eyes, the words die on the hero's tongue before he could even get them out.
The gauntlets fall on the carpeted floor with a dull thud as Mydei sheds his own armor and clothings.
“Look, I understand where all this hesitation is coming from,” he leans over until their bodies are barely a hair's width away from touching each other. His warm breath tickled Phainon's skin, and the hero struggled to maintain eye contact with him.
“But Phainon… just for tonight, can we stop pretending that we don't badly want each other?” Mydei asks, his voice faltering as he willingly lets his guard down, so that Phainon could feel the depth of his longing, hidden beneath the image of being the perfect warrior.
“...Of course. I'm sorry for being stubborn as always.”
…
The real Mydei is quite different from the Mydei from Phainon's imagination.
“You feel so good around me, so good…!”
The hero had not been expecting his fellow warrior to be this vocal in bed. Granted, Mydei has always been a man who's as honest as he can be with his feelings as long as it doesn't get in the way of his duties, but hearing this much praise from the him while he's lovingly fucking Phainon's hole…
“If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up…”
Phainon hadn't meant to vocalize those thoughts.
“Haha! What are you talking about, Deliverer? This isn't a dream at all.” He picks up the pace of his thrusts, drilling into Phainon with fervor. “No way. I can't have you thinking like that. Should I mark you up as a reminder that what's happening tonight is real?”
Heat rushes to Phainon's cheeks. “Mydei, you wouldn't dare…”
“And why shouldn't I?” Mydei snaps at him, then slams even harder into him. The prince then wraps a calloused hand around the hero's erect cock, vigorously pumping it. “It's not like anyone would see them. You're always dressed like a saint.”
Whatever retort Phainon may have had in that moment immediately drowned in the onslaught of pleasure. He clenches his eyes shut as he feels the pressure on his groin snap, his cock leaking a pathetic amount of cum as he climaxes.
“You're already spent, aren't you?” Mydei asks, his thrusts still unforgiving. “You've been touching yourself a lot lately, hoping you could solve the problem on your own. But as for me…”
Mydei lets out a loud grunt as he unloads his seed inside Phainon's hole, filling him up to the brim.
“I'm rather pent up, Deliverer,” Mydei confesses, still quite breathless from the intensity of his first orgasm.
“So, even though I may not be under the effects of a strange aphrodisiac just as you are…”
He leans down to harshly suck on the tender muscle just below the hero's left collarbone, leaving a mark.
“I hope that you can keep up with me tonight all the same.”