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“Will you accept the treatment?”
Seiichirou inhaled sharply as another wave of agony crashed over him. It took him a moment to process what Commander Indolark had just asked him. What he was still asking him, with that serious expression that never seemed to leave his face.
Emergency treatment. Right. That was it. Seiichirou was dying, and the commander had found him out in the alleyway near the apothecary and was now trying to keep Seiichirou alive by any means possible.
Seiichirou didn’t know what this possible treatment entailed, but if the commander’s grave expression were any indication, it was likely something invasive, possibly even painful. This world probably didn’t have anything like anesthesia to numb the pain either, which is why Commander Indolark was asking for permission to proceed.
Seiichirou really didn’t want to die, so he supposed he had no choice in the matter. Not before he had a chance to fix the royal treasury’s abysmal financial practices and implement a whole new system. There were still so many documents he had left to review, and as of yesterday afternoon he’d only managed to make his way through the last three years of expenditures. Just trying to sort those books alone would take months at the rate he was going. And that was with the nutritional tonics.
Seiichirou gritted his teeth as discomfort overtook him once more, then looked directly in the commander’s eyes and nodded. Whatever the treatment was, it had to be better than this.
“Please.”
Commander Indolark frowned at his response, which confused Seiichirou. Did the man not want to treat Seiichirou after all?
But then the commander let out a sigh, as if resigned to his decision, and then slowly began removing his clothes.
What?
Commander Indolark first loosened the collar of his coat, and Seiichirou watched as he quickly undid the buttons, before shrugging himself out of the garment entirely. He placed it on the back of a chair next to Seiichirou’s head that Seiichirou previously had not noticed was there. Then the commander peeled off the remaining undershirt, exposing a broad, muscled chest that was befitting of a young soldier.
They were both men, but the two of them could not be any more different in body type. Where Seiichirou was pale from lack of exposure to the sun, his arms and legs awkwardly bony from lack of exercise, Commander Indolark’s body was sun-kissed and well-built from years of training with the sword he always kept sheathed at his hip. Seiichirou almost wanted to hide his own body underneath the covers.
As if reading his mind, once the commander had finished stripping from the waist, he bent over Seiichirou’s body and then began to unbutton Seiichirou’s own top.
“Ah!” Seiichirou gasped, immediately placing his hands over the other man’s to stop him. Commander Indolark clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“Move your hands,” the man ordered.
Seiichirou obeyed, his hands automatically moving before his mind could think to question what was happening.
Once the garment was off, along with Seiichirou’s glasses, the commander said, “Open your mouth.”
Oh.
Oh.
Seiichirou thought he understood now what, exactly, the treatment for magic-sickness was.
“Magic sickness is treated by acclimatizing the sick person to the energy of the person whose magic they received.” is what the Commander had told him earlier. And that required skin to skin contact. Which meant...
Seiichirou’s thoughts were swept away as the commander kissed Seiichirou, slipping his tongue into his mouth.
Seiichirou had never cared for kissing in the past, he’d found it pleasant enough but not an activity he wanted to continue for more than a few minutes. But the way the commander wrapped his tongue around Seiichirou’s had the bedridden man clinging desperately to broad shoulders and gasping when the younger man pulled away. Seiichirou found himself chasing after the commander’s mouth, and the other man let him, bringing his head back down to claim Seiichirou’s lips once more. Seiichirou moaned as Commander Indolark sucked on his bottom lip, then on Seiichirou’s tongue, teeth grazing against the sensitive appendage.
Seiichirou nearly whined in dissatisfaction the second time Commander Indolark pulled away from him, but somehow managed to hold it in. His heavy panting, however, was impossible to hide.
“That was a temporary fix,” the commander said, his expression still as grave as ever. His pupils, however, were blown wide, the black nearly encompassing the jeweled purple irises Seiichirou found so fascinating. He swallowed when those amethyst eyes suddenly looked down to meet his directly.
“Because this is emergency treatment, we have to go all the way to treat you,” Commander Indolark continued. “Do you understand now?”
Seiichirou did. He nodded his consent, and then the commander claimed Seiichirou’s mouth once more.
Seiichirou was not inexperienced by any means, but this would be his first time with a man. And Commander Indolark had said “all the way” which meant that Seiichirou would be on the receiving end. If he were in his right mind, perhaps Seiichirou would have been more nervous. But as it stood, Commander Indolark’s mouth was overtaking what little remained of Seiichirou’s rational thoughts. It felt good to be held in the other man’s arms like this, and Seiichirou could already feel his body slowly regaining some of the energy it had lost from the overdose of the nutritional tonics.
The better his body felt, the more Seiichirou wanted, and as his body began to feel lighter, he felt his hands start to wander along the well sculpted muscles of Commander Indolark’s arms, his shoulders, his chest, his back. The other man groaned as Seiichirou explored him, his hips grinding into Seiichirou’s thigh. Seiichirou could feel the commander’s erection through his trousers, and he was seized by the irrational desire to put his hands on that too.
Seiichirou had never prioritized sex and romance back in Japan. He’d always been more focused first on his schoolwork so he could get into a good university, and then later on his university studies so he could get into a good company. Once he’d began working full-time, his job had taken up the majority of his time, and his already few personal relationships withered even more. His ex-girlfriends complained that he worked too much, and when given the ultimatum to choose pleasure or work, Seiichirou always chose work. Even while he was having sex, Seiichirou found himself often thinking about work, or wanting to immediately return to work after the act was complete.
This was different from his previous encounters. Perhaps it was part of the healing process of the act, but Seiichirou’s mind was entirely filled by Commander Indolark instead of work. He could only think of what else he wanted to do with the other man. He wanted to touch him more, to taste more of him, to be tasted by the other man. He wanted...he...
“I’m going to take these off now,” Commander Indolark said, tugging at Seiichirou’s trousers and interrupting Seiichirou’s haphazard thoughts. Seiichirou nodded, lifting his hips to make the task easier for the other man.
Once Seiichirou was fully naked, Commander Indolark stood up, removing his own trousers before returning to the bed and laying his muscular body over Seiichirou’s lanky one. He was so warm, and Seiichirou immediately found himself seeking the other man’s lips once more, his body desperate to cling to the man’s warmth.
Commander Indolark growled as he ground his cock into Seiichirou’s own rapidly hardening erection. Bracing himself with one arm at Seiichirou’s shoulder, he lifted himself enough to place an arm between them, taking both of their cocks in his enormous hand.
“Ah...ah!” Seiichirou whined as the other man squeezed them together. It felt so good, being touched this way. Commander Indolark’s cock was only a little larger than Seiichirou’s, but even so, it still felt more solid and sturdy somehow. Seiichirou found himself wildly jealous of the other man’s virility for a moment, but even that thought flew out the proverbial window of Seiichirou’s mind as his mind and body started to focus only on the pleasure Commander Indolark was providing him.
Seiichirou’s mind went blank as he felt his orgasm crash over him. His entire body shuddered as he spilled himself into the commander’s hand, arching his back and crying out as wave after wave of pleasure electrified every nerve in his body.
Seiichirou collapsed back onto the bed once his orgasm peaked, breathing heavily and feeling utterly exhausted.
“How do you feel?” Commander Indolark asked him, removing himself from atop Seiichirou and reaching to pull out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. He studiously wiped down the mess on Seiichirou’s stomach and his hand, before tossing the dirty rag onto the chair.
It took a moment for Seiichirou to catch his breath and answer the man’s question.
“I...uhm. Better. A little,” Seiichirou said, feeling heat rise in his cheeks as Commander Indolark stared down directly at him.
Commander Indolark nodded, as if he expected Seiichirou’s response.
“We expelled some of the excess magic, which is good. The rest will follow after I’ve come inside you,” the commander replied.
“Oh,” Seiichirou breathed, his eyes widening. “Right.” Of course they weren’t done yet. They hadn’t gone “all the way” yet.
“Spread your legs.”
Seiichirou obeyed, only barely restraining himself from trying to cover himself with his hands. Commander Indolark’s fingers skimmed along Seiichirou’s thighs, feather-light at first, then firmer as his hand moved closer to Seiichirou’s cock. Seiichirou was already beginning to grow hard again, which he supposed was a side effect of the magic coursing through him. His overtired and worn out body would never rebound so quickly otherwise.
When the commander’s fingers finally traced along his entrance, Seiichirou was surprised to discover that they were wet.
“W-what?” Seiichirou gasped as Commander Indolark pressed the tip of one finger inside. When had the other man gotten lubricant?
“You’re a man,” Commander Indolark replied, answering Seiichirou’s half asked question. He continued to press the single digit inside, moving it around to acclimate Seiichirou’s body to it. “I needed to use my magic to help your body accept me more easily.”
Magical lubricant, Seiichirou thought. How efficient. As the commander continued his ministrations, Seiichirou also realized that it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, having something inserted inside of him. Strange, yes, but not unpleasant.
That is, not until the other man pushed a second finger inside.
“Hnngh!” Seiichirou cried out, gripping the sheets beneath him.
“You’re tight,” Commander Indolark muttered. “Breathe.”
“Ha-ahh,” Seiichirou gasped as one Commander Indolark’s fingers brushed along a particularly sensitive spot. “I’ve never—hnngh—done this with a man.”
“I’m aware,” the commander replied, then added, more quietly, “I haven’t either.”
Seiichirou felt better knowing that he was not the only one inexperienced in this.
“I’ll go slow,” Commander Indolark added, slowing his moments inside Seiichirou. “I don’t want to cause another issue with your body, and then have to use another spell to heal you again.”
That made sense, and Seiichirou appreciated the man’s attention to detail. The lubricant on the commander’s fingers likely didn’t contain enough magic to harm Seiichirou. Healing magic, however, is what had gotten them into this mess in the first place. So it was best to avoid using that for any reason.
“T-thank you,” Seiichirou said and he meant it.
Commander Indolark nodded, and then continued in his preparation of Seiichirou’s body. Seiichirou’s backside eventually grew used to the sensation of two, then three fingers, leaving Seiichirou a panting mess beneath the younger man.
“Turn around, on your stomach,” Commander Indolark ordered once he felt Seiichirou was sufficiently prepared. “It will be easier to enter from this position.”
Seiichirou thought it would be a shame to not be able to see the commander’s face to reassure him that things would be all right, but then he realized Commander Indolark also wouldn’t be able to see his own face in throes of desperate pleasure, and Seiichirou decided he was fine with that.
Once Seiichirou was positioned the way the commander directed, the younger man slowly started pressing his cock against the now loosened ring of muscle at Seiichirou’s entrance. He moved just as slowly as he had with his fingers, letting Seiichirou adjust to the size of his cock inch by inch. Seiichirou, who had long given up any pretense of dignity, gasped and writhed beneath the other man’s grip as he was slowly filled with something much larger than three fingers.
“Nngh...how are you still so damn—!” Commander Indolark cursed, then cut himself off with a groan as he fully sheathed himself inside Seiichirou. Seiichirou didn’t have any answers for the younger man. He was too preoccupied with how full he felt with Commander Indolark inside him.
“I'm going to move.” Commander Indolark warned him after allowing Seiichirou a short reprieve to adjust.
Seiichirou groaned, dimly aware that saliva was pooling out of his mouth and onto the bed next to him. It took him a moment to remember how to use his tongue properly and give a proper response.
“Okay.”
If Seiichirou ever had any doubts about the difference in their body types and stamina before now, the way Commander Indolark moved threw all those thoughts out the window. Seiichirou felt like a buoy thrown about in a sea storm as the younger man thrust into him, his cock occasionally brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Seiichirou that his fingers had barely reached. Each time that spot was touched, Seiichirou felt electrified, and tears would spill from his eyes as he cried out from the pleasure that followed.
Eventually, Commander Indolark seemed to memorize the angle at which to thrust to hit that spot consistently, which left Seiichirou a panting, wailing mess beneath him. At some point, Commander Indolark bent himself over Seiichirou’s back, his broad chest pressed up against Seiichirou as the other man thrust inside. His enormous hands gripped Seiichirou’s own on the now ruined sheets, and Seiichirou gripped the other man’s hand back just as hard, encouraging the commander to keep going at their current pace.
Seiichirou had never felt pleasure like this in his previous encounters, and likely would never do so again considering the peculiar circumstances that had led them both here. He already knew this would be an encounter not easily forgotten, even with his low sex drive. There was so much heat and pleasure coursing through him that he thought, very irrationally so, that he wouldn’t mind if it never ended.
Seiichirou could feel the familiar pressure of his release building and building again the more Commander Indolark moved. As if sensing that Seiichirou was about to come again, the younger man lifted himself off Seiichirou, and then maneuvered Seiichirou onto his back so they were facing one another before slipping his cock back inside.
“Ah!” Seiichirou cried out as he was filled once more. Commander Indolark gave him no reprieve this time, restarting their fast pace as he held Seiichirou’s legs across his arms. Seiichirou could somewhat make out the other man’s features without the aid of his glasses, but he realized that he wanted—no he needed to see the other man’s jeweled eyes up close again.
Seiichirou reached an arm up and Commander Indolark immediately lowered himself to allow Seiichirou to wrap his arms around the younger man’s neck. It changed the angle of the man’s thrusting and Seiichirou cried out as the commander’s cock somehow drove deeper inside him, hitting his sensitive spot over and over again.
It’s the prostate, Seiichirou’s mind helpfully supplied for no reason. Why he was randomly remembering terms from his university biology course, Seiichirou could not explain. Either way, Commander Indolark seemed determined to abuse that particular spot until Seiichirou melted from pleasure.
Looking into the younger man’s eyes, Seiichirou could tell he wasn’t the only one affected by their activities. Commander Indolark’s face was red with exertion, his eyes darkened with determination but also pleasure at whatever he saw when looking down at Seiichirou. It was the most unguarded Seiichirou had seen him since he first met the man.
Seiichirou did not get much time to appreciate the beautiful man’s features, a well timed thrust careened him into orgasm, and his vision went white from the sudden unexpected pleasure.
“Shit!” he heard the commander curse from above him. His hands gripped Seiichirou’s hips hard enough to bruise, and Seiichirou knew then that the other man had come as well. They held onto one another tightly as both men rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms, only relaxing once they both felt able to breathe without shuddering.
There was a pleasant warmth spreading through Seiichirou’s body now. He was suddenly very sleepy, and more importantly, he was no longer feeling sick. Tired, yes. Sore, not quite yet, though he knew his body would be feeling the aftereffects of their activities later. But the overwhelming heat that was threatening to overtake him was no longer present, and Seiichirou was glad to know that the treatment seemed to have worked.
“You should sleep,” Commander Indolark’s deep voice floated through Seiichirou’s hazy thoughts.
“Mmmm,” Seiichirou mumbled, his eyes already heavy as he struggled not to drift off to sleep. He needed to thank his savior properly first, but for some reason, the words wouldn’t form on his tongue.
“Sleep,” Commander Indolark said again, and this time Seiichirou obeyed.
They would talk later.