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Phainon huffed, his starry eyes gazing upon the sun to catch a glimpse of his competitor. Above him chased Mydei, who leapt over buildings, landing on rooftops already abused by previous exploits.
Mydei soared in the sky, busy basking in the light of potential success. Meanwhile Phainon awkwardly dodged the citizens of Okhema, trying to win this race to the Memorial Market.
“Don’t get lost!” Phainon shouted. He wore a bright smile on his face, as if there were no issues with repeatedly stumbling into vendors and knocking over merchandise.
“You need not give me advice, Deliverer.” He held a smirk onto his face as he gazed down on Phainon, who was moments away from running into an open door.
Mydei sprinted out of sight while Phainon slammed headfirst into the wooden door he hadn’t previously seen. What a nightmare!
He wiped the muck of the ground off of his palms and stood back up, running up to elevate himself on the same level as Mydeimos.
“I’ll catch up to you!” Phainon held his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, his eyes squinting to see a trace of the other man. From a distance, he could see a flash of red. What a marvelous tint to lay upon the town.
Phainon thought to himself. Well, there’d be no feasible way to run up to Mydei, and that would cost him the fight. But, he could always…
He nodded solemnly and revealed his claymore, grasping it firmly in his palm as he began sprinting as fast as his body would allow. Using the kinetic energy, he leapt off of his weapon which he struck into the ground, catapulting off of it to get ahead.
In the air, he felt free. Like a bird unleashed from its prison, he flew through the winds, his limbs stretched behind him so nonchalant. He passed by Mydei in an instant, meeting his eyes with a wink.
Mydei heartily laughed at the sight of Phainon making such a fool of himself. Surely, there’d be news spreading of a monstrous sized pheasant loose in the town. It’s what he looked like from down below.
It was no issue to him, who could certainly pick up the pace. He was on a leisure walk before this. But now, he leaned forward, grasping at the ground with his fists like an animal, hurdling straight for the city.
Alas, they arrived there at the same time, panting and exhausted. One could make an argument that Phainon was a few paces ahead of his friend, but since he had not noticed, Mydei ignored to mention it.
“We’ve struck a stalemate, huh? Again? Weird, wouldn’t you think?” Phainon wiped the sweat from his forehead, his stance wide with satisfaction.
“Wiser to settle than to pettily fight.” Mydei ran his fingers through his thick hair, which clung to his face uncomfortably. His chest was slick with sweat, but it didn’t matter to him.
“Doesn’t seem very fun to end the day without a winner.” Phainon said exactly what Mydei was thinking. Mydei continued.
“I’ll challenge you again. We’ll spoil ourselves at the tavern.”
“Whoever drinks most wins?”
Mydei nodded.
“Sounds good to me. Beat you there!”
They chased each other to the seedy entrance of the tavern, with a door that creaked open and hissed shut. Inside was comfortable, a place to waste time at. Barely clothed citizens occupied the dark corners, drinking to their respective Titans. Stone dividers allowed privacy from onlookers, letting this place become a haven for… interesting dealings.
But this was a place well known to the two men, who frequented for the sole cause of drinking competitions. Their total tally biased Mydei as the winner, but Phainon promised to keep up.
An olpai was already waiting for them at their table, a pleasurable surprise. Mydei sat down with a tired sigh, crossing his arms over the table and closing his eyes. Phainon sat beside him.
“Why there?” Mydei asked, watching the other in his peripheral vision.
“To make sure you don’t cheat.” Phainon joked. He never worried his laughs would fall flat - for the person who knew Mydei the most intimately, it would be quite the insult to misunderstand his character to that extent.
They were handed lipped kylikes to pour their wine into, which they began indulging in almost immediately. Their bodies hungered to become drunken after a long day of fighting one another.
“Careful there, you’ve got it dripping down your chin.” He teased.
“You’ve already made a mess of yourself.” Mydei quipped back.
Phainon looked down. Yeah, he already spilled his drink on his lap. Oh well.
The time passed by quickly as they opened their throats to down copious amounts of bitter alcohol. Bottle after bottle of wine arrived at their table, jugs piling up at the opposite end.
Phainon’s chest burned from intoxication. Mydei’s cheeks were flushed. The slivers of sunlight allowed through the fabric of the window shone onto his face. He looked beautiful. His eyelashes were long and thick, covering his eyes shut tight in recoil from the taste.
At this point, they had began behaving sillier. Phainon’s head lolled to the side, leaning on Mydei, who shrugged him off of his shoulder whenever they clashed.
“Off of me,” Mydei demanded, taking no further action to rid himself of the nuisance.
“Just stay still,” Phainon fussed.
Phainon dipped his fingers in Mydei’s cup, swishing around like a fish in water. Mydei plucked one finger from the wine and threw the hand back to the owner. Their time was enjoyable, swapping retorts at one another, squabbling as friends do. Well, Mydei would say their relationship was more complicated. Greatest foes and friends, they were.
“Hah, did you hear those people behind us?” Phainon began to struggle formulating words, speaking slowly and carefully as to not mess up.
“You’re eavesdropping?” Mydei felt dizzy as he replied.
Phainon shook his head, “No, no,” He slurred, “They’re just so loud. They’re talking about their… I don’t know, lutes?”
“Does it matter?”
“It’s just funny, the way they’re speaking.”
Mydei began to think of a response when suddenly he felt a daring hand brush against his pants. “Deliverer, watch where your hands wander.” His voice dropped to a lower tone, so only the two of them could hear.
Like a whisper, Phainon responded, “I know where I’m going.”
Phainon’s nimble fingers began fondling him from above his clothes, rubbing against the bulge that began forming. “You don’t expect to titillate me in public, really?”
“Well, haha,” Phainon’s pink cheeks creased from his neverending smile, “If we can grope the maidens all we want, why can’t I grope you?”
“Lower your voice.” Mydei commanded.
“We’ll make a game out of it, I haven’t lost yet.”
Mydei fought a groan as Phainon created friction against his fingertips and Mydei’s cock.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Suddenly, he stood up, scooting over Phainon and scooping an olpai for himself. “Let’s go, I’m taking you back.”
“Does this mean I lose again? Come on.”
Mydei picked Phainon up and carried him like a fallen warrior. “Not until I finish the last jug of wine in front of you.”
Their walk of shame home felt arduous, filled with awkward silence on Mydei’s behalf. He walked with a half erect cock, ignoring the attempts of seduction at the taverna. Phainon behaved as if nothing was wrong at all.
When they arrived at the private chambers of the pools, Phainon was placed onto the red chaise he normally lounged on. Mydei sat beside him, his legs spread wide, and his feet placed at opposite ends of the chair. He drank from the massive cup, allowing it to spill down his calloused body, red wine trailing past his veins.
“Red looks good on you,” Phainon faced him, his body limp and relaxed on the furniture.
“Don’t sweet talk me like that,” Mydei’s lips popped when removed from his alcohol, plump and wet and handsome. He looked at Phainon with great interest, his eyebrow raised.
“Alright, I’ll be straightforward.” He shifted, sitting up, walking in front of Mydei’s spread legs. “I want my mouth on you.”
Mydei felt thoroughly entertained, on the verge of laughing, “You’ll submit to me so easily?”
Phainon leaned closer, running his hands down the other’s chest, “Oh, no. I’m taking what I want from you.” His knees hit the floor with a harsh noise as he began ripping open the emblem that held Mydei’s belt together.
He watched in amusement as this younger man naively fiddled with his clothing, pulling the deep red cloth to the side and pushing his armored trousers down.
Mydei wore no underwear. His thick cock sprang out of its confines, leaking precum from being ignored for so long. Mydei leaned on his hand which was propped up on the chair’s arm, watching intensely.
Phainon didn’t care about the pressure. He took Mydei’s cock into his mouth without a second thought, circling his dried lips around the head of his cock, swirling smaller and smaller circles until he teased the hole.
No reaction from Mydei.
So, Phainon enveloped him further. Pushed himself to take more of him, bobbing his head as he sucked on Mydei’s cock until he gagged. When he pulled away, a bead of spit connected his lips to Mydei’s tip.
“Had enough already?” Mused Mydeimos, who wore a mischievous smile - faint, but daring. His eyes bore into Phainon, as if speaking to him directly, telling him to go further.
“I’m just getting started.”
He went down on him again, stifling his gag reflex as he attempted to take all of Mydei at once. His cock tasted salty and bitter, reeking of sweat built up from their days’ work. His eyes pricked with tears.
As a practiced man, he knew what he was doing. He sucked on his cock like it was candy, lapping at it from the sides and trailing his tongue down to the base. Mydei’s body tensed as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking him as deeply as he could.
It’d be a cold day on the sun before Mydei allowed Phainon to dominate him like this - he needed to take back control. Lost in the feeling of being pleasured by another man, he forced Phainon into place, gripping his hair at the base of his scalp. Mydei’s fingers were tightly woven into his messy hair, pushing him deeper onto his cock.
“You’ll take it, and you’ll like it,” He ordered, his eyes rolling back as he bit his lip. The room was filled with the sound of Phainon gagging, sucking, and moaning onto Mydei’s cock. He knew all of Mydeimos’ sensitivities, like how licking along his veins while sucking onto his dick could make him groan.
“Alright, get up,” Mydei had enough of this. He stood up, sending Phainon stumbling onto the ground, and pushed him over. “Get on your knees.”
Still incredibly intoxicated, Phainon had to take a moment to recover from the bout of vertigo caused by Mydei’s bullying. Due to his lack of immediate obedience, he was forced to move, his body being shoved onto his stomach. He braced himself and held onto the ground.
“You think you’ve bested me, Deliverer?” Mydei taunted, tugging the straps adorned onto Phainon’s clothes, pulling his pants down. “You should see yourself.”
Phainon looked meek. His ass in the air, with his shirt riding up his waist, allowing himself to be manhandled by his greatest competitor.
“I’m just letting you have a little fun before I best you.”
“I’m sure.” Mydei trailed his finger along Phainon’s neglected, painfully erect cock. “And it has nothing to do with this.”
Mydei spat onto Phainon’s body, rubbing it into his asshole. It clenched around his finger. “Do you enjoy that? To be violated?”
He wasted no time shoving himself inside of Phainon, giving him no warning. Phainon gripped onto the edge of the pool, holding onto the tiling as he was fucked relentlessly.
Mydei’s cock tore into him, filling his body with an intense burning sensation, invading every crevice and nerve. His eyes felt painful from shutting so harshly. He savored this feeling, this pain. He drank it up.
His hips bled from being ripped by Mydei’s armored claws, which he did not take off during their exploits. He was being pumped so full, and so quickly, by this man who refused to give in to any sense of loss. He felt his knees would give out underneath himself.
Mydei lifted one of Phainon’s legs, hooking it over his arm to keep him in place. Phainon’s lips began bleeding so slightly from being bitten so hard. It was difficult to refrain from moaning. His body was completely exposed to Mydei’s eyes, from his spotted and flushed chest to his incredibly erect cock.
“Let me hear your voice, Deliverer,” Mydei mocked. Phainon was already humiliated enough with his drippy cock bouncing in the air as he took what was given to him. It felt good; he wanted more, to let the feeling encapsulate him, destroy him.
When Mydei lifted one hand to wipe his forehead of sweat, Phainon took the opportunity to lift himself off the floor and switch his position, kicking Mydei away with his calf before attacking his body.
With his hands grasping Mydei’s toned, muscular back, he kissed his neck, letting his tongue suck on his hardened skin, scarred many times over from countless battles of ages ago. Mydei allowed himself to release a single pained moan, holding his hand behind Phainon’s neck, ready to grab his nape like a kitten in trouble.
Phainon made out with Mydei’s chest, burrowing his face in the slim crevice of his sternum. His muscles were thick and firm, so overwhelmingly masculine. He kissed his desensitized nipples, biting and pulling on them to arouse a reaction that didn’t come. Ultimately, this wasn’t for Mydei’s pleasure - it was for his.
Phainon sat upward, biting into Mydei’s skin, craving most to tear his flesh and watch him bleed. See his veins pulsate as succulent red covered his face. But all he could do was chew on his skin, hope to leave a bruise.
It felt so good to be buried in his chest, pressing against his solid body like a boulder that would never crumble. Mydei enjoyed having his body be worshipped like this, as if his mere existence was worthy of celebration. This was something he would never share with another.
As he made love to Mydei’s body, he straddled his lap, wrapping one hand to pump Mydei’s cock like he originally planned. It was harsh and uncoordinated, as multitasking in this position was quite hard.
His thick fingers wound around Mydei’s cock, trailing up and down with flittering motions, teasing the head of his cock with a simple rub before neglecting it altogether. Mydei couldn’t handle teasing like that.
Mydei grabbed Phainon by the throat, holding the sides of his neck in a grip so tight that his face began to turn red. Interestingly, his cock became wetter, pulsating with incredible arousal.
“You will obey me.” He sounded so deliciously serious, his voice deep and rugged, hot against Phainon’s face.
Still with his hand around his neck, he guided his body to the ground, his stomach flat on the cold floor. His body jolted from the temperature change, allowing for his body to be molded in position of Mydei’s favor.
Mydeimos laid his entire body’s weight upon the top of Phainon, shoving his cock back into Phainon’s abused asshole, locking his legs to prevent escape. Being caught in such a press left Phainon with his mouth open, drooling onto the tough ground. He grinded back into Mydei’s cock as it pounded into him, filling him full and visibly thumping against his stomach.
Drunk with power, Mydei snarled, grasping onto Phainon’s body as if it were nothing to him. His body served as a vessel to get him off.
Mydei released his grip on Phainon’s throat and instead reached for his chin. He leaned as far forward as he could and spoke into his ear, “You take me well because you belong to me. You’ve lost to me.”
This was still a competition to the both of them. They were both afraid of losing, of giving in to the other, to show them how they truly felt. Having sex with the other was some of the greatest exhilaration they felt. But the loser was the one to admit that.
As Mydei’s hips slammed into Phainon’s toned ass, the two of them unwinded slowly at once, shutting their eyes more peacefully and grunting with each thrust. Mydei fucked him fast and deep, reaching areas of his body that he could never dream of going with his fingers.
But Phainon couldn’t just allow Mydei to dominate him; that’d be too easy. He’d still make it difficult for them both. Right as Mydei thrust upwards, Phainon snaked his hand between their bodies and pulled his cock out of him. Then, he catapulted his body upward, and pushed Mydei onto his ass.
His large hands shoved against Mydei, forcing him to lose composure. Phainon straddled his lap once again, his cock in hand. “Get on your knees, be a man. Come on, now.”
Begrudgingly, Mydei leaned back up, stepping onto his knees. “First one to finish loses.” Phainon said. He pressed his cock against Mydei’s.
The two of them understood. Incredibly so.
Mydei gripped Phainon’s shoulder, grinding his dick against the other’s, watching as precum leaked from his tip all over the both of them. Phainon’s hips thrusted with great intensity as he frotted with Mydei, his mouth hanging open from how good the friction felt.
Their cocks were wet and shiny, needy and desperate as they masturbated beside each other, letting their cocks rub up against another. Mydei released a husky moan, the sound reverberating on the floor beneath their legs. That alone made Phainon fear for his orgasm.
They were both so close to their finish, but edged themselves willingly to prevent themselves from losing. It was painful to be so pent up, eager for release for hours.
Their bodies heated up like a weapon dipped in fire, tightening and coiling as precum dripped onto the marble flooring.
But finally, after the agonizing wait, as they grinded their cocks together, they finally let go. At the same moment, the two of them orgasmed, their dicks spasming and twitching onto each other as they spilled semen on their already dirtied hands. There was no victor. But there was no loser either.
Phainon couldn’t think of a snarky comment. Mydei couldn’t word a single thing. They were spent, exhausted, and still very drunk. Right there on the floor, they collapsed, Phainon’s body slumbering right on top of Mydei’s.
They slept past midday, and continued sleeping despite a knock arriving at their door. Aglaea had expected them to meet with her, but when she entered, she immediately understood why they had not come. With a finger on her temple, she sighed and left the vicinity.