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Aedon chirped as he settled down on Illuga's shoulders.
The captain smiled and caressed its feathers absentmindedly. He'd been trekking like he was walking on clouds, not paying proper attention to the actual mud underneath his feet. Aedon chirped again, louder this time, and caught a lock of red hair with his beak.
‘Ah!’ Illuga was startled awake by the harsh tug. ‘What is it, Aedon?’
He batted the bird away, then looked up. They’d reached the forest lying on the border of Nod-Krai and Snezhnaya that no human dared to set a foot into for centuries.
No human, except Illuga. And he was doing it willingly as well.
Aedon obviously had his own opinions about this, as he kept circling around the Ratnik and singing in a pattern he used to warn him of danger.
‘Aedon! It's fine, I promise!’ Illuga sighed and held his hand out to have the bird settle down on it. It took a few more circles for the nightingale to calm a little and finally perch on his finger. ‘It's been half a year and you still won't believe me?’
Aedon flapped his wings in clear defiance. For being a tiny manifestation of kuuhvaki, he had a lot of attitude.
‘It's fine,’ Illuga repeated, trying to soothe his angry familiar. He ran a finger down on its back, caressing at the softest feathers, which usually got it to relax. ‘Please just trust me. You know I won't do anything reckless.’
Aedon seemed to disagree but obeyed Illuga all the same when he dismissed the bird back into his lantern.
The man took a deep breath, trying to soothe his own nerves as well. He wasn't so much afraid as excited, little cold shivers running up his spine as he entered the forest.
The path closed behind him like a door but it didn't feel like impending doom any more. Trees that were older than the rustic mead hall of Piramida towered over him but they soughed in the breeze like they were greeting an old friend. Birds began lilting all of a sudden with his arrival, and Illuga had a feeling they were just as much sending a message ahead as they were singing to him.
He began walking on the emerald moss path for the sixth time.
It had been half a year since he first stumbled through the mysterious forest and into the arms of a fae who - by all accounts - should've stolen him away and consumed his soul. However, Illuga liked to think it was by his free will that he found himself back on these tracks once again.
No one but him really believed that though. Back in Piramida, he was subjected to a lot of lectures and almost some punishment by Nikita, who wanted to lock his son up after he had returned from his first visit to the noble fae. It took a lot of convincing and the undeniable proof of the fairy rings disappearing to even make his adoptive father consider the possibility of Sir Flins not being a creature of prey.
Then came an even harder task: explaining the creature's motive. The Lightkeepers of Nod-Krai had no gods and they never waited for or even accepted a miracle. Illuga met an indestructible wall by trying to make them believe that a fae helped him and then let him go out of his goodwill. They were all convinced that he sold his soul or something equally precious, only for later use, and that’s why he had to go back to him the following month. For weeks, the Ratnik almost seemed to grieve Illuga, glancing at the young captain in deep sorrow whenever he passed them, as if he was already dead and it was his ghost walking around.
No matter what he said, they couldn't be persuaded that there was nothing terrible to their deal. Nikita feared the worst. The night before Illuga left to visit Sir Flins for the second time, he hugged his son close and begged him to tell the truth.
The Starshyna promised to do anything to get Illuga out of the contract, even if it meant sacrificing himself instead.
These words drew tears into the young Ratnik's eyes and for a second he felt so terribly guilty, he almost confessed the true nature of their relationship. But he bit his lips and just hugged his father harder, asking for his trust and promising he’d be safe for the hundredth time.
So the lightkeepers could do nothing but watch as their captain departed for his promised monthly meet-up with the fae. They drank themselves to sleep that night, and had quite a surprise when they were jolted awake by their captain’s harsh scolding the next morning. That day, when Illuga stood before them in the flesh, completely unharmed, if a little sleep-deprived, the Ratniki almost started to believe in miracles.
From the safe distance of half a year, the memory finally drew a smile to the man's lips.
He climbed over a sizable tree trunk and hopped down to the ground, energized by the fresh spring air and anticipation buzzing deep in his stomach. He passed by a bush in full bloom and caressed the soft petals of the purple flowers, their shade reminding him of the fae's luscious hair.
He knew the path to his manor by heart now, so he’d asked not to be sent escorts. He preferred to make this journey alone, rather than accompanied by the Fatui who always kept a distance and an awkward silence. They were a lot better than the three fae who first found and dragged him to their lord but still, Illuga enjoyed the brief solitude between the constant rumble of a Ratnik camp and the overwhelming presence of Sir Flins.
When he asked the latter about the three fae and their sudden disappearance, all he received instead of a proper answer was a smile and a lax “Please don’t worry about things so trivial, young master.”
He would’ve worried if Sir Flins didn’t prove himself benevolent towards humans time and time again. Knowing that their relationship was helping the Lightkeepers immensely and was a potential bridge towards more diplomatic opportunities in the future helped ease the guilt for lying in Illuga.
So what did it matter that he had to hide some things from his father and comrades? What did it matter that he himself was kind of confused about Sir Flins?
Illuga reached a turn that indicated the closeness of the manor. He picked up speed, every passing second he spent outside of the fae’s embrace unbearably long.
He wanted to help the Lightkeepers, yes. It was only a sweet extra that by helping, he got to spend the night writhing in pleasure under the touch of the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.
Illuga’s face heated up as memories and fantasies mixed with his thoughts. He had to get himself together, he was by the manor now.
He stepped out of the woods to a clearing. There was no fence indicating the borders of the estate, as fae disliked the idea of interrupting nature, but the carved out path and guards standing around a gazebo made it clear to every bypasser that this was the start of somebody’s home.
Illuga approached the Fatui, who greeted him with clear recognition. The lightkeeper realised in slight embarrassment that they were most likely posted here to await his arrival.
‘Welcome, Sir!’ one greeted him, the others bowing in silence.
‘Ah- Good evening!’
Illuga bowed back, smiling awkwardly. He’d asked the workers around the estate to not be so formal with him many times, but they always persisted, so he eventually gave up. He had the suspicion that Flins was the one to give them the order of addressing him this way.
‘Sir Flins has been waiting for your lordship's arrival. Please come this way.’
The tips of Illuga’s ears started to burn. He most definitely wasn’t a lord!
He bit back the words and just nodded, following the Fatui leader in silence. The other guards marched closely behind them, and Illuga felt incredibly self-conscious under their gaze.
What on earth could they be thinking about? Their relationship wasn’t so much a secret in Snezhnaya as it was back in Nod-Krai, and Illuga almost stumbled on air as he imagined the type of gossip these guards must’ve been sharing right before he’d turned up.
Thankfully, the manor was close and his escorts stopped by the entrance, as there were guards scattered around the building and garden everywhere. They all bowed curtly as the Ratnik captain and his guide passed by them.
It had been a cool day, and the sun’s last rays were casting golden light on the huge white building. The manor housed several servants and Fatui - and up until six months ago, a couple other fae as well - but to Illuga, it was still unbelievably large. Sir Flins had taken him on tours around the estate, and the young Ratnik couldn’t stop gaping at the luxury of it all.
He still couldn’t quite believe there were multiple gardens. They’d just left behind one, that was supposedly for herbs, and entered under an arch another, which the fae had called Rose-garden before.
‘This way,’ Illuga’s guide pointed ahead. ‘Just follow the path.’
The lightkeeper thanked him politely, then stepped on the cobblestone and ventured ahead, finally by himself.
The place was surprisingly colorful for this time of the year. Springs were chilly at best in Nod-Krai and Illuga would've assumed the same for Snezhnaya - but they were keeping the plants alive with some sort of fae magic perhaps.
There weren't just evergreens but all sorts of exotic trees and bushes, which bloomed with a hundred different sweet and earthy scents, one fighting to overwhelm the other. Branches leaned over the shady path, caressing Illuga's shoulder with soft whispers as he walked by. Butterflies danced him around, putting on a spectacle, and birds sang their last songs before the dusk set in, racing to gain his attention.
But all the spectacular sights and scenes faded to the background as Illuga made his way through them. The beauty of the view was lost on him, and the only sound audible to him was his own heartbeat.
He reached a sharp curve in the path and even though he felt terribly nervous, he was suddenly overcome with a wave of warm solace. It was the feeling of finally coming home.
He turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.
Sir Flins sat on a stone bench under an archway made out of twisting vines and roses. The white flowers framed his comfortably posed figure and made a sharp contrast with his dark clothes. This time he wore a simple ruffled undershirt and dress pants, his indigo hair in a ponytail. He had an open book in his lap but the man’s gaze wandered elsewhere, looking somewhere in the far away distance.
The scene looked straight out of a fairytale.
Illuga would've stood there staring for a lot longer, if Flins didn't suddenly look up and notice him.
Warmth flooded the young man's face, while the older one’s brightened with a smile. The Ratnik started walking toward the fae, barely keeping himself from abandoning all dignity and breaking into a run.
Somehow he was still out of breath when he reached the bench. He stopped before Flins, a little taller than him now that he was sat.
Illuga's heart hammered like it was trying to break free from his chest.
‘Welcome, young master.’ Sir Flins looked up at him through his bangs. ‘I was starting to think you'd never come. I hope your journey…’
Illuga leaned down and smashed his lips against Flins’. The fae let out a genuine sound of surprise, then quieted and let himself be kissed with fervor.
The lightkeeper slipped his knee between the fae's thighs and nudged them apart. He grabbed his face and angled it so that he was finally kneeling above him on the bench, enjoying the rare height advantage to the fullest.
Flins put his hands on Illuga’s waist and squeezed it, then retreated with a loud pop and a smirk.
‘So eager, young master. Did you really miss me that much?’
Illuga breathed heavily as Flins made a show of licking his glistening lips. His knees went weak for a moment and he groaned.
He tried to lean in for another kiss but Flins dodged it gracefully, pulling him down on the bench instead. Now they sat cramped next to each other, with the man's right leg on the fae's lap.
‘You seem starved, Illuga,’ Flins purred. Even though he looked completely smitten, he kept dodging all attempts of another passionate makeout.
‘I haven't seen you in a month!’ Illuga finally snapped. He tried to turn around and climb into Flins’s lap but the man grabbed his thigh and held him back with that impossible fae strength of his. ‘Damn it, just let me kiss you already!’
‘Have some patience, dear young master.’ Flins appeared to be greatly enjoying the situation, even patting the shorter man's head with pretend condescension that made Illuga growl. ‘If you spend a little more time in this garden, you'll find that late flowers bloom the most generously out of all.’
The lightkeeper stared with ire. The fae's eyes crinkled with both amusement and adoration in return.
‘We haven't seen each other for a long time indeed. The two of us have much to discuss.’
‘No, we don't!’ Illuga protested. ‘I can tell you my entire month in ten seconds: I fought the Wild Hunt, I did paperwork, I slept. That’s it.’
‘How I wish things were as simple as you portrayed them,’ Flins sighed dramatically. ‘Alas, I know you too well to be fooled so easily. You haven’t told me anything about your injuries.’
‘Flins!’ Illuga whined, throwing his head back in annoyance like a child resisting their mother would.
‘Your efforts to put everyone's minds at ease are valuable as a squad leader but worrisome as a lover,’ the tall man continued relentlessly. ‘You must have tried very hard to hide it, nevertheless, I still noticed the limp in your walk, young master.’
Illuga froze. First from the title “lover” that Flins dropped with the everyday casualty of mentioning the current weather, then from his sharp observation.
Flins pulled the Ratnik's leg back into his lap, touching it ever so gently. He ran a hand down his calf, tried adjusting his ankle, then nodded when Illuga flinched.
‘Have you given it proper rest?’
‘It's a week old now,’ huffed the Ratnik. ‘It's nothing.’
‘It seems you're invading my question.’
‘I learnt from the best.’
They stared at each other, both way too stubborn to back down. So Flins changed tactics and posed the question:
‘And what does your Aedon have to say about this?’
Illuga snorted, too brittle to laugh but close to it.
‘You must be really desperate to bring Aedon up out of everyone.’
The fae just looked at him solemnly.
‘Desperate I am indeed, for you to keep your body in one piece.’
Illuga shook his head, and reached for his lantern to settle the argument the quickest way possible. He tapped his finger on the side three times, summoning Aedon.
The bird burst out in a golden boom of dust, scattering kuuhvaki energy all around. It took approximately one third of a moment to assess the situation.
Then it immediately attacked Illuga.
For a few seconds, only furious chirping, Illuga's yelps and Flins’ laughter could be heard. No matter how hard the Ratnik batted around, the nightingale always returned from another direction to pull on his hair and clothes mercilessly.
‘I never thought the day would come where I would witness Aedon fighting on my side over the young master’s,’ Flins claimed with his eyes twinkling.
Hearing this, the bird plopped down on the bench and chirped at the fae, as if warning him to not get too confident.
‘You both are being awful,’ Illuga complained, peeking out from behind his fingers. ‘And Aedon is mad because I came here, not because of my ankle.’
The nightingale jumped to peck at his trousers.
‘Or both,’ observed the fae.
He slowly reached out an open palm towards the little bird. Aedon stared at his hand for a moment, then fluffed its kuuhvaki feathers up, and Flins retreated with a sigh.
‘Small animals never really seem to take a liking to me.’
‘I wonder why.’
Illuga dismissed Aedon back into his lantern before it tried to attack either of them again. The bird obediently disappeared and they were left on their own amongst the roses.
‘So we've established what Aedon thinks of your endeavours,’ Flins spoke after a bit of silence. ‘But we still have a third, important person whose perspective I'd like to know about.’
‘The old man?’ Illuga furrowed his brows. ‘He's just like you. Worries too much.’
‘And all of these concerns still leave you unfazed?’
Illuga rolled his eyes.
‘I can take care of myself,’ he said, then almost yelped when Flins put his hand back on his ankle.
‘Evidently.’
Fortunately, Flins didn’t press the issue - nor the ankle - any further. Unfortunately, he instead brought up a subject just as touchy.
‘Pray tell, have you finally enlightened the Starshyna on the true nature of our relationship?’
Illuga looked away, giving the answer without any words.
‘I’ll tell him soon,’ he mumbled. ‘I just… need a little more time.’
Flins studied his face, then shifted his hand from his ankle to his thigh to give a reassuring squeeze.
‘I have offered it already, and I will offer it again, Illuga: if you wish me to be the one who gives the explanation to the Starshyna, I’ll gladly do so. You know I’m very much looking forward to finally meeting your father.’
‘Oh, don’t say it like that!’
Illuga hid his face behind his hands once again, this time out of embarrassment.
He didn’t know what exactly made it so hard to hear Flins say these things. Maybe the fact that he himself didn’t quite believe them yet.
He was sitting in an enchanted garden with someone that was supposed to be his natural predator, for the gods’ sake! It was hard enough to convince his father that a fae would want to form a diplomatic alliance with the Lightkeepers, how on earth was he supposed to explain that said fae also liked to kiss him senseless and say the sappiest things known to mankind?! And if he ever learned that his only son also happened to enthusiastically spread his legs to this fae by the very first hour of their very first encounter, the Starshyna’s heart might just give out on the spot.
Illuga grunted, not even wanting to imagine the mortifying conversation. Nikita would never let him out of Piramida ever again.
He felt a cool touch on his dry skin. Flins pried the Ratnik’s hands away from his face, and pressed a comforting kiss on his forehead.
‘You’ll get wrinkles way too early if you keep furrowing your brows like that, young master. Please leave the anxiety for times when it's inevitable, and enjoy these few hours we so scarcely have.’
‘So can I finally kiss you?’ asked the younger man.
‘Ah, just one more moment before that, please.’
Illuga was about to really question if Flins was playing a horrible joke on him, when the fae reached into his pocket and pulled out something small wrapped in paper. He had an earnest smile as he handed it to Illuga.
The man took the package in slight confusion. His mind presented lots of different possibilities of what it might contain, from weapons to work tools, the usual things people handed to him. But what actually lay within the layers of delicate paper was something so different that it made Illuga's mind short-circuit.
In his palm lay a piece of dazzling jewel. It must have been professional hands that carved it delicately into the shape of a four pointed star because all sides looked absolutely flawless. As Illuga rotated it in his hands, the last flashes of sunlight caught on the edges and it shone like a piece of the burning star itself, changing colours from a deep wine-maroon to the vivid shade of freshly spilled blood.
‘As you know, I'm an avid collector of gems,’ Flins said. ‘I found this piece around the time we met and the moment I set my eyes on it, I knew it was meant to be yours.’
He caressed Illuga’s face, hand sliding from his chin to his ear.
‘I'd also noticed you have an already pierced lobe that just begged to be adorned by the finest jewelry. It took a long time to find a craftsman good enough, but I dare say it was worth the wait.’
Illuga sat with his head hanging silently. Long seconds passed, and then he finally moved - he raised the gemstone to his left ear. He did pierce it several years ago as a cadet, but only because it was a tradition for the new recruits, and he didn’t wear anything in it after becoming a captain. Now the fae noble helped hook the no doubt ridiculously expensive earring onto it.
The silver-haired lightkeeper slowly raised his head and looked at Flins, who gazed at him with outright adoration in his narrow eyes.
‘Simply exquisite,’ he claimed. ‘Just as I expected.’
‘So does that mean I can finally kiss you?’
The question caught the fae off-guard, and he let out a laugh.
‘Yes, I suppo-’
He hadn’t even finished the sentence when Illuga smashed his lips to his. There was absolutely no hesitation in the action, the younger man moved like he’d been planning this for weeks. Which, in truth, he probably had.
He kissed like he was starving and Flins was the only thing capable of satisfying this painful hunger. His arms and soon legs wrapped around the fae like he was afraid of him taking his words back or disappearing somehow. Illuga turned and shifted cleverly until he was back on the fae’s lap, the closest he could possibly be to him here outside, but the way he practically tried to burrow himself into the man made it clear that it still wasn’t enough.
Flins returned the kiss with the same passion but his eyes were half-lidded, keeping a watch on the captain. He was the first to break free and before Illuga could protest, he quickly said:
‘Let’s continue this somewhere more secluded, shall we?’
The Ratnik muttered some curses but he had to admit, the fae’s plan was a lot more sensible. It still ached to unhook his legs and slide off the man’s thighs to the ground, breaking away from that bodily warmth whose absence left him chilly in the evening air.
Flins’ gaze followed Illuga’s movements, then slid down his body to his trousers.
‘No wonder you were so unwilling to stop.’
Illuga wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face. Fortunately for Flins’ sake, he got up from the bench and grabbed the captain’s hand, not wasting any more precious seconds.
They began walking back on the path where Illuga had entered the garden. Flins’ legs were long and his strides wide, the shorter Ratnik having to rush to keep up with him. He didn’t mind though, for he felt he was about to explode if he couldn’t get his hands on the fae right that minute.
After they exited the flowery gate, Flins guided them down a private road that avoided the main entrance. Because he usually grasped at every opportunity to show his own lightkeeper off to every living being around the estate, Illuga suspected their detour might be due to his current predicament. At these times, he actually felt grateful that the fae was so observant.
The pair finally reached the luxurious estate, using a servant’s entry to sneak into the vast building. Luckily, there were no fae or humans around, and the two reached Flins’ private quarters without being spotted.
The dark room was beautifully furnished and decorated but they didn’t take a second to settle in it. The moment the door shut behind them, Illuga started getting rid of his clothes. This earned a huff of laughter from Flins, who sounded equally amused and turned on.
‘You too,’ the Ratnik growled in the commanding tone he usually used when his subordinates acted up.
‘Oh, but I’d much rather help you undress, captain,’ Flins whispered from up close into his ear unexpectedly.
Illuga startled as the man pressed up against his body, hands roaming on his finally uncovered skin. One hand helped him get rid of his belt and lantern, while the other caressed his chest and mischievously pinched a nipple.
The lightkeeper hissed. His erection had come back with full force the minute they stepped inside, and once again it was straining against his undergarments.
‘Flins, I swear, if you don’t get these off right this moment…’
‘Goodness, my captain is so demanding of his poor, lowly subordinate,’ Flins purred in answer, pulling away and agitating Illuga to his limits.
He spun around, ready to undress the fae himself. But the sight he was met with made him freeze up instead.
Flins was on his knees. Still with his clothes on, but the way he looked up at Illuga made the man completely forget about that, and just about everything else.
‘You always rush to take care of me but this time I won’t let you, young master. I finally get to spoil you instead,’ Flins said, tone dripping with honey.
He grabbed Illuga’s thighs to hold him in one place, just in case he’d try to resist. He pulled down the already unbuckled trousers - then nuzzled his face into the bulging underwear.
Illuga’s breath hitched. This was too much to bear, the fae was practically worshipping him, the way he…
Flins licked him through the fabric and Illuga almost came on the spot.
He grabbed the door handle and looked down in near panic. His chest heaved up and down, face so red like he just ran a marathon.
‘Flins, I-’
‘Shush.’ The fae pressed a kiss on him. ‘I said it’s my turn.’
Illuga bit into his lips to silence his worries. He watched as Flins bit the edge of his undergarment and pulled it down with his teeth. His dick sprang free and slapped him directly across the face.
It took all of Illuga's willpower not to instantly pull away and break into apologies. The only thing keeping him in place was the grip on his thighs and the look on the fae.
He seemed… satisfied. Like a kid who’d just received candy.
Flins met his gaze and grinned. Then he opened those pretty pink lips of his, and still keeping eye-contact, began to take Illuga in his mouth.
The younger man’s knees buckled. He really wished he didn’t have to stand while enduring this, especially not by the close vicinity of the door. He tactfully let go of the handle with one hand and put it on his mouth instead. But not even his palm could muffle the sounds of pleasure when Flins started to bop up and down.
The only thought in Illuga’s head as an electric buzz took over all his senses and shook his body was how unfair it was that fae didn’t need to breathe.
Apparently they didn’t have a gag reflex either, as Flins effortlessly took him all the way, bumping his nose into the flesh of Illuga’s belly and his silver line of happy trail. He moaned like he was the one receiving pleasure and the vibrations ran all the way up Illuga’s spine.
The captain threw his head back and whined. It took all his might not to grab the fae’s ponytail and start thrusting into his mouth.
Flins’ eyes opened slightly, just a slit of yellow light, as he took in Illuga’s expressions. He slowed down and started humming around his dick instead, getting more of the reaction he wanted.
Illuga slammed his palm back on the door, bending over, hips bucking desperately a few times. His thighs were now trembling under the fae’s grasp.
‘Flins!’ he moaned. ‘Ah, Flins, you-’
The fae squinted up at him, seeming to smile, fastening the pace once again. His ears perked up at the unrestrained sounds and every one of them seemed to pleasure him greatly. His own pants bulged as well but he ignored it and focused entirely on the lightkeeper instead.
It took a few more seconds for Illuga to come and he did with a loud moan.
He bent over Flins, almost falling on his shoulders. The fae grabbed his hips to support him but didn’t come off just yet, sucking the man through his orgasm. He only popped off when the pleasured sighs started turning into startled mewls.
Then he stood up and scooped the Ratnik into his arms like he didn’t weigh more than a feather. Flins carried him straight to his bed, and carefully laid him on the velvet covers.
Flins leaned in and kissed Illuga softly, barely a peck on the lips. He took advantage of his dazed state and used the precious seconds to really take the sight in.
The man was sprawled across the bed completely naked, and vulnerable under his touch. His hair was dishevelled, framing those rosy cheeks and that perfect mole under his left eye. The burgundy covers contrasted so prettily with his light skin, bringing out the scars that Flins kissed every time the captain visited with great care. The earring he’d given him earlier twinkled in the dim light of the room, and the fae’s feelings coiled with an unspeakable desire when he looked at it.
He quickly got off the bed and began undressing.
He was a clean person at heart but every second counted during these visits. So he threw his shirt on the nearest chair like it was a piece of rag, then got rid of the rest of his clothes with the same carelessness.
When he turned back around, Illuga was propped up on his elbows in the bed, watching him with hazy interest.
Flins climbed back to the man, getting on all fours above him.
‘How is my dear young master?’ he asked with a sly smile but with much gentleness.
Illuga reached up and cupped his face, bringing him in for a kiss.
‘I can’t believe you’ve done that,’ he whispered when they parted.
‘I can’t believe I haven’t done that earlier,’ Flins replied. ‘You tasted impeccably and your sounds were just as delicious.’
Illuga blushed. He lunged to kiss him again, and to shut him up. As they deepened the kiss, he hooked a leg over the taller man’s waist, and then with one powerful push, rolled him over, so he was the one above the fae.
Flins didn’t look surprised in the slightest.
‘Still hungry?’ he asked smirking.
Illuga leaned down and latched onto his neck, kissing and nibbling at the flawless skin.
‘You bet,’ he grunted. ‘I waited a month for this. I don’t want to stop until the sun comes up.’
‘Careful what you wish for,’ Flins taunted him, but the look in his eyes was not playful at all.
As Illuga continued kissing his jaw and throat, he snuck a hand around the man’s waist and grabbed his right cheek. He started massaging it, then lowered his finger, and carefully prodded at his hole. Moments later he discovered that it was a lot looser than usual.
‘You seemed to have missed me a lot indeed,’ he noted, and if Illuga would’ve been wise enough to look up, he would’ve known from the fae’s expression that he’d better run that night.
But the Ratnik was too occupied with the man’s collarbones and their perfect little dips to notice. All he let out was an embarrassed groan, then he continued planting kisses around the fae’s shoulder, as the latter opened him up.
Flins soon inserted the second finger, thrusting deeper, looking for the spot that would make his nightingale sing. His brows knitted in concentration, and only smoothed out after the first jolt of Illuga’s body.
The lightkeeper nuzzled his head into the warm crook of Flins’ neck, letting out soft gasps as the man pressed that sweet spot over and over again. He involuntarily started rocking back onto those electrifying fingers.
All of the hardships of his daily life faded into the distance, their pain nothing but a dull memory now. Those thirty days he’d spent fighting a ceaseless battle that felt like they would never end suddenly belonged to the far past and for the first time this month, Illuga found himself in the presence. His mind had cleared from all worries, and the only thought on it was the achingly beautiful pleasure. Despite being a responsible captain to the core, deep inside he wished this night would never end.
When Flins inserted the third finger, Illuga sat up, hovering above the man’s midriff.
‘I’m ready,’ he said, pulling the fae’s hand away from his bottom.
He inched back on the velvet sheets until he was aligned with the length of the fae. Illuga put a thumb on the head of it, then caressed down with his fingers to make sure it was coated in pre-cum.
Flins watched in interest, silently, only letting out a sigh when the younger man started lowering himself on his dick. The fae put his hands on the lightkeeper’s muscular thighs, rubbing circles into the scarred skin, and Illuga grabbed his wrists, using them as support.
‘This sight rivals all masterpieces of renowned painters from the Tsar’s court,’ Flins stated.
Illuga groaned in annoyance, too occupied with trying to skewer himself on the fae’s dick to give any mind to his flattery.
But to Flins, he truly was a sight to behold. The Ratnik’s muscles tensed in effort all over his athletic body, showing off years of training and physical work. His face was adorably scrunched, his lips pale from biting them. And the expression he made when their skin finally touched, the delectable little moan he let out…
Flins’ nails dug deep into the lightkeeper’s thighs.
Illuga stayed still for a while, trying to get used to the feeling of someone else inside him. He’d covered his mouth and shoved his own fingers into his achingly empty hole on many lonely nights in the last few weeks, but nothing could compare to this.
He felt that given enough time, he could come just by staying like this.
Illuga looked down. He inquisitively pressed a palm on his belly, and the feeling was mind-blowing. He was so full he could’ve cried.
Flins’ gaze was fixed on the hand as well, and yellow flames swirled inside his full moon irises.
Ever so slowly, Illuga started moving, and they both let out a grunt.
The silver-haired lightkeeper rose and sank down on the fae’s dick, his head leaning back and lips parting reflexively. Flins’ length brushed over his sweet spot, massaging it in a way he could never on his own.
‘Flins,’ he breathed out slowly.
‘Young master,’ the fae answered, still annoyingly unaffected.
Illuga opened his eyes and stared down at the man. He felt like Flins was holding back but couldn’t figure out why.
The fae put on an irresistible smile and suddenly sat up, taking Illuga into his arms.
‘Make sure you don’t hurt your ankle,’ he said.
Illuga frowned.
‘You’re holding back.’ It was more of a statement than a question.
‘I’m merely enjoying the moment, dearest,’ came the swift reply. Flins put a palm on his cheek and caressed his face and hair with the same motion. ‘Please keep moving.’
Illuga would’ve continued arguing if his dick didn’t throb with the need to do so too. So he stifled a sigh and began grinding down on the fae’s lap again.
Flins kissed his jaw and throat as he did so. His left hand rose from the lightkeeper’s waist to his chest, and he grinned when pinching his nipple drew a surprised moan out of Illuga.
The Ratnik began going faster and faster, occasionally slamming down on the fae, which made both of them moan loudly.
Flins lips slid off from Illuga’s neck and attached to his other nipple instead. Illuga was always shy when he licked him there, but Flins couldn’t possibly resist the sounds he made when his chest was attacked.
Illuga gripped the man’s shoulders harder, trying to tell him off but no intelligible words came out of his mouth.
‘Flins, I- Flins, ah-’
Flins bit down and Illuga threw his head back. He grabbed at the man’s hair in desperation, but all that did was elicit a groan out of him.
And then his other hand wrapped around his dick.
Illuga was now stimulated from three directions and the pleasure was so intense, he knew he couldn’t possibly last like this. He tried to slow down, but Flins bucked up into him, clearly against the idea.
‘Keep going, young master,’ he instructed.
Illuga’s thighs trembled and it became harder and harder to move, even though the heat engulfing his stomach was unbearable. He whined helplessly, making Flins let go of his nipple with a grunt and grab his waist instead. The fae lifted him up with one hand and roughly yanked him down over and over again, as Illuga got completely lost in the overwhelming senses.
He was faintly aware that Flins was talking to him but the words he could not make out. His eyes shut and his head rolled back.
The lightkeeper’s moans got louder, his body strained painfully into one tight line. Then the coil in his stomach snapped.
Illuga came again with a cry, grasping at Flins, who led him through the orgasm patiently. The fae watched the blissed out expression on his pink cheeks with a quiet smile, in his eyes shining a twinkle of anticipation.
He held Illuga, as the shorter man collapsed on his shoulder with pants and shudders. The fae caressed his back, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his hair.
‘Flins,’ Illuga muttered. He opened his eyes still in a daze, then his gaze suddenly became a lot clearer as he realised something. ‘You’re still…’
Flins hummed, then lifted the man and laid him down on the covers, so that his face and chest was against the big soft pillows by the bedhead.
‘Sir Flins?’ Illuga asked in a meek voice.
Then all the air left his body as the man rammed into him.
Illuga would’ve screamed if he had any breath left. Instead, he thrashed under the fae and gasped desperately as he drove his length into him again with a force he’d never experienced before.
The Ratnik finally found his voice and cried out in pain.
‘Flins! Wait!’ Illuga wailed, his entire body trembling from overstimulation.
‘What seems to be the problem, young master?’
The fae leaned over him. He’d been holding Illuga’s hips but now he let go with one hand and pressed down his back instead, making the man arch up into his massive length.
Illuga’s eyes prickled with tears as he tried in vain to get the words out.
‘I- It’s- Sensitive!’
‘What is, young master?’ Flins asked with a smile, as if he wasn’t currently pounding mercilessly into the poor lightkeeper who’d only just come a minute ago.
Illuga couldn’t answer, his throat filled with sobs instead. He mustered all his strength to try and crawl away but the fae’s iron grip pulled him back and held him in place.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ The voice coming from Flins was like honey laced with poison. ‘You begged me for this.’
He continued thrusting in deep, angling to hit that abused spot that made Illuga scream louder every time. He flashed his teeth in a smile as the shorter man thrashed under him, then leaned over to whisper into his ear.
‘I thought I heard you say you’d been waiting for a month, and that you wouldn’t stop until the sun came up.’
The lightkeeper grabbed the hand on his hip and yanked it back with all his might, all in vain. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, mixing in with his cries.
‘You even lied to the Starshyna to get back on my lap,’ the fae continued. Sweat rolled down his glistening face to fall on Illuga’s back, as he taunted him with a ravenous smirk. ‘So why are you trying to get away, now that you’re finally getting what you asked for?’
The painful sensation of overstimulation finally soothed but Illuga couldn’t catch his breath as it started to turn into faint pleasure instead, strengthening with every push and pull of Flins’ dick inside him.
‘I wonder what the Ratniki would think if they saw their respectable captain like this,’ the fae grunted, finally beginning to get out of breath himself. He grabbed Illuga’s head and turned it to the side. ‘Look at you, young master, begging and crying in a fae’s bed. What would your subordinates say?’
Illuga could only mewl and realise in mortifying horror that the man’s words got him fully hard again somehow. He tried to turn back to hide his face but Flins kept it pressed against the pillow by his sweaty locks.
‘Is that why you refuse to tell them the truth?’ The fae slowed down for a moment, only to plunge into him even harder. ‘Are you ashamed of this, Illuga?’
Tears and drool dripped down on the pristine sheets. Illuga’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and his body jolted forward with every hard thrust it suffered.
Flins’ breath grew ragged by the minute. His rhythm faltered and got desperate, as his hips smacked rougher against Illuga’s red skin. He’d been holding up the limp body, but now he let the man fall back on the sheets and lay on him, pressing him down on the bed.
His lips found Illuga’s but their kiss was more of a wet clanking of teeth. Illuga still whined into it, needily reaching for more as he grew closer to release again.
‘Or is it because you’re doing this with others as well?’ Flins drew back.
‘No!’ the man moaned desperately through his tears. ‘Only- ah- you-’
Flins groaned, then latched onto the Ratnik’s mouth again. His hips snapped down with one last show of force, then his body stiffened.
The orgasm ripped through his body and he came with the loudest sound he'd made during their times together, sighing right into Illuga’s mouth. His come shot out in powerful bursts and the sensation was enough to send the Ratnik over the edge for the third time that day.
His vision went white and mouth hung open in a scream he himself could not hear from the deafening static.
Electrifying pleasure rushed through his veins, then something deeper, a sense of calm. For a little while, he did not exist in the outside world, instead he floated in a bubble, weightless and at complete peace.
He only started to regain his senses after a minute or two. First it was the damp smell of come in his nose, then the warmth of another body on top of him. The feeling of his sweat-sticky hair being brushed out of his face and gentle lips pecking kisses all over.
Illuga opened his eyes in a daze, staring ahead with red, unfocused eyes.
‘Illuga?’ he heard someone call him from far away. The static finally started to fade and he could hear the sweet sound of Flins’ voice. ‘My dear, would you like some water?’
‘I'm fine,’ he managed to croak out. Gods, his scream must've been awful if he was so raspy.
He sincerely hoped the guards posted around the corridor were skipping duty during this last hour.
‘You must be dehydrated,’ Flins concluded regardless, and got off the bed.
It took him barely a minute to return. He sat back next to Illuga and raised a damp glass to his lips.
The lightkeeper wanted to protest and say he can drink from it himself, but his aching body won over his pride. So he opened his mouth and gulped down the cold water, only then realising how parched he truly had been.
Flins cleaned him up with a handkerchief, then when he was finished, put the glass and dirty cloth on the nightstand. Afterwards, he turned back to Illuga and they looked at each other for a while.
Then the Ratnik reached towards the fae. Flins took his hand and pressed a gentle kiss on it.
‘No,’ Illuga groaned. ‘Come here.’
Flins smiled with a devious light in his eyes. He didn't let go of his hand but still complied, trailing soft kisses up his wrist and arm until he reached the man's shoulder.
Illuga put his other hand on Flins’ face and pulled him in for a kiss. He winced when his bruised lips collided with the other’s.
‘You went pretty hard on me, you know,’ he raised a voice of complaint.
‘Apologies,’ came the ever so smooth reply from Flins. ‘I was under the impression that you missed me so…’
His words were muffled under Illuga's palm who stared at him with strictly knitted brows.
Flins’ eyes squeezed into a tight line as he smiled. He puckered his lips under Illuga's palm, touching his skin softly.
The Ratnik watched him, his expression turning into one of deep in thought.
‘I think I owe you an apology,’ he spoke suddenly. ‘I didn’t realise you actually felt hurt by me lying about our relationship.’
Flins’ smile dropped, and he leaned away from the young lightkeeper’s palm.
‘You don't owe me anything, master Illuga,’ he answered, immediately switching from a playful mood to a serious one. ‘And I understand your reasons for keeping this a secret perfectly.’
‘But you still feel hurt,’ Illuga stated.
Flins hesitated, his clever eyes studying Illuga's face intently.
‘I would indeed prefer seeing you more often and out in the open. And I meant it earnestly when I said I wanted to meet your father, your family,’ he said slowly, cautiously. ‘But none of your actions could ever cause me pain, young master. You're entitled to live your life however you desire.’
‘Really?’ Illuga raised a brow. ‘Then what was the part of me doing this with other people about?’
The left corner of Flins’ lips lifted faintly.
‘I do admit that thought has crossed my mind before.’
‘Uh-uh.’
Flins leaned in to kiss Illuga, but the man wasn’t having it.
‘And?’ he asked, putting his palm on the fae's mouth again.
Flins pulled his hand off, and moved closer to him anyway. But he didn't touch him, just kept hovering above his mouth.
‘And that thought fills me with ire. Something that I probably shouldn't admit…’
Illuga interrupted him with a kiss. Flins sighed into it, and whispered:
‘But given how you have and continue to react to it, the admission comes with a sweet reward.’
Illuga huffed, still a little mad.
‘I can't believe you thought I go around sleeping with everyone to get my way!’
Flins’ eyes crinkled with humor.
‘Isn't that exactly how you got here, my dear young master?’
‘That's… different!’ The Ratnik's face flushed. ‘I made the deal first, and then slept with you!’
‘Uh-uh,’ Flins echoed him so annoyingly, the lightkeeper was tempted to push him away. ‘And you truly believe your allure played no part in the deal-making?’
This time it was Illuga who leaned in for a kiss as a form of distraction. And Flins let him, grinning victoriously.
He pushed Illuga back gently until they were both lying on the pillows. Illuga threw a leg over him, pulling the man as close as possible. They nuzzled into each other, Flins’ hand in his hair, Illuga closing his eyes and letting the sleepiness finally take over after a long day and an even longer evening.
The fae lay with open eyes for a while, his gaze settled on the smaller human in his arms and the beautiful gem hanging from his ear.
‘I'll tell them soon,’ Illuga suddenly mumbled, more asleep than conscious. ‘Promise.’
Flins hummed quietly in response, with a smile the man wouldn't see, as he had succumbed to his dreams at last. The fae slowly let his eyes close as well, and even though he couldn’t and didn't need to sleep, he would lay motionless as long as the lightkeeper took to rest and recover.
Hopefully the whole night. And then the next day too.