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The lighthouse was cold, just like the island always shrouded in icy mists and overlooked by lead coloured clouds was. The dark sea and her waves washing up the shore did not help, and the presence of countless other occupants of the undead variety only added to the frosty atmosphere .
Still, the chill permeating the air was not bad nor oppressive — more of a refreshing type of coldness, seeping into your clothes to linger against your presence, gone as soon as you walked away from the cemetery. It was a silent companion, a lingering touch of death that held no malice in its slow caress, only a reminder.
The island was cold, and the inside of the lighthouse too.
Yet, Lohen felt beads of sweat dripping down his spine, following its curve as more moisture gathered on his forehead, sticking his hair to the skin. A thumb brushed at a drop of sweat, catching it before it could follow the swell of his cheek — the touch was burning, adding to the overwhelming heat building inside of him.
“You’re doing so good,” a whisper, velvety dark and low, sin incarnate as it curled around the shell of his ear, so warm that it made him tremble. “I’m proud of you.”
Lohen smiled, tried to laugh only to have the sound burst like a bubble somewhere halfway up his throat, his eyelashes fluttering as another wave of scalding heat pulled him under. The lighthouse was cold, but Lohen was on fire, his blood boiling in his veins, every inch of his body radiating heat — the cold air around him trembled with the sheer intensity of the heat rolling off him.
“My good little knight,” the voice whispered on, soft like silk and tempting beyond the promises of the deepest darkness, of the most vile Abyss creature. It filled him with more heat, tender and voracious in its intensity, in the refusal to back away, to tone itself down for his mortal body. “How am I supposed to let you go after this?”
The whine spilled past his lips without his consent, high pitched and pathetic as those burning hands curled around his waist, the hold relaxed but possessive, the tips of dark claws sinking into his flesh just so, almost nicking it. Shades of black and blue flickered beyond his closed eyelids as lips caught his earlobe in between, pulling on it gently, heat climbing up his ear to lick at its shell, to curl around it and behind, sinking into his hair — his scalp tinged and sweat dripped into his closed eyes.
“Perhaps I will not.”
The lighthouse was cold, that was a certainty nothing could dispute, yet Lohen was a blazing human shape, his hands shaking as his nails dragged down a perfect back, his fingers curled to sink into flesh that gave in, enough for his grip to turn into an anchor. It felt like he was plunging the tips of his fingers into molten lava, that bubbling bright thick liquid he’d seen in the depths of Natlan.
“What if I keep you here, all for myself?”
The air trembled as soft wisps of warmth curled all around him, the hands on his hips urging him on, faster and just a little bit harder — they did not break his pace though, knowing how to handle him so perfectly well.
“What if I keep you like this?”
One hand slid around his hip, the fingers sprawled at the small of his back where his skin was drenched, the thumb rubbing into the sweat, a pulsing point of blinding heat before he hand went up his spine, following its undulations before the claws tapped against the back of his neck. With a breathless sigh escaping his lips, Lohen tilted his head back as those fingers sank into his hair, his eyelashes fluttering when he opened his eyes the slightest amount, enough for the blacks and blues of his reality to dance in front of him in hypnotising patterns.
“Would you stay like this for me?” whispered against his ear, a strip of something wet and scalding following the shell of it. “Would you continue to be good for me?” Lips under his jaw, pressing a tender kiss against the thin skin. “Would you burn for me?” Teeth grazing down his neck, approaching the little place where his pulse was beating with frenzied pulses. “Answer me, Lohen!”
“Yes, yes yes yes!”
The hand on his hip pulled him forward, hard and unexpected as the man under him surged up, his cock filling Lohen deeper than ever and he wailed, the sound plucked straight from his lungs as the fingers in his hair curled, pulling his head back as heat flooded his mouth. Lohen squeezed his eyes shut as he gurgled on the smoky tendrils spilling down his throat, their undulating movements making it so that warmth touched every possible inch of his mouth, dancing on top of his tongue and curling behind his teeth — all-consuming.
The lighthouse was cold, the whole island was, but Lohen was burning alive, filled up little by little by azure warmth.
“Good boy.”
Unable to do anything else but take it, Lohen sobbed out, his tears just as hot as his sweat, the clear liquids mingling on his ruined face until the lips glued to his mouth retreated, taking away with them the tender smoke and loving warmth. The lips followed the tracks of his tears, that hot tongue licking his face clean as Flins’ hand returned to his waist to urge him on again.
Lohen’s sobs turned into moans, into choked off giggles while Flins’ grip on him encouraged him to move faster, to roll his hips harder, to fuck himself on that thick, scalding hot cock that seemed unable to fully carve a place for itself inside his body.
“Are you—” he choked off, a whine breaking his question as a soft caress brushed over his sensitive nipple. “Fucking hell, you b–bastard.”
With those long claws sinking into him, Flins pulled Lohen down on his cock and kept him there, the shape of his body against Lohen’s blazing hot and he cried out, thrashing on the fae’s lap — those hands were the only physical presence keeping him in place, truly, but Lohen knew he couldn’t pull away no matter how much he tried anyway. He’d have to ask for it, in a certain way, and that was the least of his thoughts as he heaved, more tears spilling down his cheeks as everything turned unbelievably hot.
“I should wash your mouth with soap,” Flins murmured against his neck before he bit down, painfully hard.
With another broken sob, Lohen dragged his fingers down Flins’ back, knuckles deep into the unbelieving heat, making the man under him gasp into the bite. “After or b–before you make your cock— ah, bigger!?”
Laughing against the wound left behind on Lohen’s neck, Flins kissed it tenderly, warmth washing over Lohen from head to toes as Flins used his grip to urge him to continue, to ride him again — slow, just like the rolling of the waves, yes Lohen, just like that, feel how deep I can stay inside of you like this?
“Oh? Are you displeased with my size?” The bastard cooed, his hands curling around Lohen’s hips for his fingers to sink into the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as Lohen bit down on a moan, the ache in his abused rim tingling more when Flins spread him just so. “I must apologise, then, dear one.”
With a strength Lohen couldn’t fight against even if his body wasn’t an amalgam of boiling blood and scalding sensations, Flins used his grip on his ass to pull Lohen up, the drag of his cock so intense against his abused walls that Lohen screamed, his fingers sinking to the second set of knuckles into Flins’ back before he fell forward, his forehead resting on Flins’ shoulder — warmth curled around his face, drying his skin. His eyes were still squeezed shut as he heaved, drool dripping down his bottom lip as he felt the head of Flins’ cock catching into his rim — so thick and bulbous that Lohen knew beyond any matter of doubt that Flins was bigger than he had any right to be.
Still, the lighthouse was cold, and the island itself even colder but Lohen was burning in shades of azure and he wanted, needed, more.
With a wet laugh, he used his grip on Flins’ back to centre himself before he pushed down. As expected, he met no resistance, Flins’ hands on his ass mere trinkets meant for decoration as the tips of his fingers kneaded his flesh while Lohen screamed again, his teeth sinking into the soft, warm imitation of flesh — Flins hated it when he bit his own tongue and offered his own body to Lohen whenever he needed it.
Smoke and flames flooded his mouth as his insides spasmed around the hard, scalding hot organ forcing them to mould around its shape, so thick and simply big that Lohen felt like throwing up.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, or hoped he did, his mouth still filled with pieces of Flins. “Don’t you f–fucking dare!”
And because Flins only sighed, soft and tender like the song of flames dancing in a fireplace on the coldest day of the year, Lohen kept on crying, his fingers plunging completely into Flins’ flesh as he rose his hips on his own accord. It hurt, the heat of it almost unbearable while it spread through him like a wildfire, an overwhelming stress pushing against his organs and bones as he fell back down on Flins’ cock. Pulled himself up, then slammed himself down.
Again and again and again.
“Don’t dare! Don’t you, fuck, don’t—”
It hurt so good Lohen knew his skin was bright red, that he was a moment away from blisters blooming over his body like daisies littering the verdant plains of Mondstadt. He knew that the insides of his thighs were already ruined, the skin chaffed from rubbing against Flins’ body, the sweet coppery smell in the air telling him that he was already bleeding there.
And the ache, the burning ache that kept on building around his hole, under the ten points of contact where Flins’ claws were sinking into him — possessive bastard — told him that he’d be unable to sit down for days. But nothing mattered, not even the coldness waiting for him to break so it could once again reclaim him, if Flins did not come inside of him.
If Lohen didn’t come on his cock.
“Lohen—”
“Shut the fuck up!”
With all the strength he could muster, Lohen choked on a sob as he kept on riding Flins, messy and on the verge of pathetically uncoordinated; Flins’ grip on him kept him steady, helping him up and down — it always ended like that, the fae doing most of the work while Lohen tried to keep himself together. It did not stop him from trying to take what he needed, to wrestle the lead away from the fae even if for a fleeting second. He knew, after all, that Flins found it endearing and got off on it like nothing else.
“If you don’t come inside of me, if you dare—”
Something changed then and Lohen could only press his own hands harder into Flins, the feeling in his fingers already gone — swallowed by something beyond mere boiling lava — while he clamped his teeth shut around Flins’ shoulder again. The man hummed, soft and sweet, so at odds with what was happening but Lohen knew what that meant.
With a tender kiss to the side of his head, Flins kept Lohen flush to him for a moment, a pause so charged with tension and heat that Lohen felt a fresh wave of tears escaping his closed eyes as he relaxed his jaw just so; enough to breathe through it, ready to sink his teeth back into Flins at what was to follow. “You’re perfect,” the fae murmured, his voice shaky, filled to the brim with so many emotions Lohen couldn’t even begin to comprehend them. “My most perfect, beloved one.”
The lighthouse was cold, and the air outside was filled with mists and moisture, the crashing of the waves against the shore and the rocks behind the lighthouse an icy reminder of the sea’s prowess permeating the air. Cold, damp, and dreadful.
“You know what to do,” Flins went on, slow and steady because he refused to rush the moment — for his own peace of mind, and for Lohen’s safety.
It was sweet, so sweet that Lohen would have kissed him if he had the energy for such a monumental task. Instead, he snapped his teeth shut against the smoking wound in Flins’ shoulder, took a deep breath — loaded with smoke that burned down his nostrils, bringing a new wave of tears to his eyes — and worked his jaw, chewing on the substance in his mouth.
Flins sighed, long and slow, a sound barely able to conceal the animalistic urges boiling inside his own form.
“So be it.”
When Lohen pulled himself off Flins’ cock, the thick shaft rubbing his insides raw, he managed to do so only halfway, the long length seeming never ending before Flins chuckled, his palms keeping Lohen spread for his cock blazing with a warmth that made Lohen choke on a scream before Flins brought him back down just as he thrust up too. The feeling of it made Lohen black out for a moment, pleasure and pain bleeding into each other as he panted against the pieces of Flins he had inside his mouth while the man — creature at heart — pounded into him with abandon, his flames curling around Lohen, making every single inch of his skin burn.
Still, that wasn’t the worst of it, oh no, far from it.
His insides were melting, the wisps of fire curling into his body through his mouth, his nose, licking along his ears and trying to wiggle inside his hole along Flins’ cock adding to the overwhelming heat. They were lovely in their attention, yet maddening in how they curled around his drooling cock, squeezing and wiggling against the wet tip, tapping against the hole there as if pondering if they should fill him up in there too or not. He felt like a shell dried until nothing of him remained, his muscles screaming as he tried to keep up with the brutal pace Flins set for him.
In the end, he knew he was no more than a ragdoll, a collection of flesh and bones barely held together for Flins to use as he pleased while Lohen tried to hold on — his wrists screamed in agony when he pushed his hands deeper into Flins’ body. From the way the man cursed, his voice echoing in the cadence of that ancient language of his, Lohen knew that his fingers found what they were looking for.
He only hoped that his digits were cooperating with him, the imagine he constructed inside his mind of them curling around a flickering bright flame his only coherent thought as he choked, gurgling on the fire spilling down his throat.
“That’s it, that’s it dear one, just like that.”
The lighthouse was cold, but Lohen couldn’t even remember what cold felt like anymore.
“Shush, love, shush.”
With a scream so loud his ears rang, he felt the moment Flins started to unravel, the fae hissing his name as Lohen forced himself to squeeze his fingers, to bite clean through the flickering darkness he knew was in between his teeth. For a moment, it felt like Flins stopped once more, a little pause in the flow of time — a rift in reality itself — before Lohen knew no more.
He was well aware of what was happening, yet his mind was unable to comprehend anything else other than that complete, absolute heat that dominated him whenever Flins came inside of him while in his fae form.
Lohen knew that his hips were flush to Flins’, that the fae’s cock was so thick and long inside of him that it tethered on the line of life threatening. He knew that the right amount of smoke was pouring into his mouth, filling his lungs, enough to make him light-headed from the lack of air, falling short just so from causing permanent damage. He knew he was bleeding, Flins’ claws leaving open wounds on his ass while he forced Lohen’s hips to stay still as his body twitched and struggled uncontrollably, a primal instinct kicking in — anything for him to escape the predator feeding on everything that Lohen was.
He was well aware that living fire was spilling into him in spurts that filled him of azure, plumes of fire curling inside of him as if they were ready to make their home in his body, to stay so deep inside of him that Lohen would burn for days from their heat. He knew that Flins was barely holding on, his form warping and flickering under Lohen, that little bright flame clutched in between his fingers thrashing desperately as the fae moaned, long and broken while he kept filling Lohen up to the brim, then some more until fire curled out of him, around his rim, sending a fresh wave of agony through his nerves.
And for a second, the warmth lingered, hanging in the air as if Lohen’s entire existence was only fire, and it would be till the day he died.
But the lighthouse was cold, the air chilled inside just as it was outside no matter how hot Flins burned and Lohen’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, his eyelids heavy as Flins’ hands let go of his ass, his cock soft but still thick enough to plug him full of burning fire. So fast that Lohen couldn’t even comprehend the change, Flins’ hand curled against the back of his head once more while his other arm wrapped around Lohen’s waist.
It was only a moment of respite before the warmth disappeared altogether.
“That’s it, love, there you go, ah, such a good boy, taking everything for me, from me. There you go, Lohen, just like that.”
The lighthouse was cold and Lohen was freezing, the fire inside of him caressing his abused walls, its touch colder than ice, frigid and unforgiving as he trashed in Flins’ embrace, trying to pull away, to escape to be anywhere but there.
“Perfect. My perfect one, just like that.”
But there was no escaping Flins’ iron grip on him as Lohen was plunged into a frigid sea of coldness. Absently, he felt a tingle of relief somewhere deep inside his gut, a spark of something so good and liberating that he cried out, fresh tears spilling down his face while Flins cooed at him, sweet and loving, his cold lips kissing the tears away, his even colder tongue licking over Lohen’s eye to gather the moisture off his eyelashes.
“That’s right, come for me love, let it all out.”
The lighthouse was cold and Lohen was freezing, his teeth chattering against the mangled flesh in his mouth, his sobs a distant sound to his ears while the darkness behind his eyelids danced in shades of azure.
“You did well.”
It hurt beyond what words could hope to convey.
“I’m so proud of you.”
His fingers felt like they were going to fall off his hands when he pulled them out of the frigid sea of Flins’ body.
“Good boy.”
Lohen’s mind was blissfully empty when his eyes opened for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
“You’re perfect.”
His vision was blurred and he could barely see beyond the darkness swallowing it at an alarming speed, bright glittering white spots twirling like snowflakes falling down from the sky. Still, just as always, he had enough time to spot two bright yellow spots of light filled to the brim with love and adoration.
Enough time to see the dusting of a blue flush high on pale cheeks and the rosy wet hue spread over smiling lips.
Enough to see indigo hair spilling down Flins’ chest, and the shape of his neck, his shoulder and arm — all very human-like.
Enough time to hear his name spoken in a voice devoid of darkness and static, to feel human lips press against his temple as two broad hands, their shape just as human as Lohen’s, held him close.
Enough to see Flins and to smile at him — Lohen hoped he did.
Then he knew no more, cradled in the cold embrace of the lighthouse lording over an equally cold island.
Still, Lohen felt warm and secure as darkness descended upon him to the sound of three lovely words.