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Mydei had done very few shameful things in his life, it was neither the Kremnoan way or his own way. But after taking Strife’s coreflame he encountered a rather peculiar scenario, one that led to him stealing Phainon’s cloak in the heat of the moment.
The second he was alone after completing Strife’s challenge Aglaea had cornered him, a gentle hand on his shoulder and a few words of caution.
“I must warn you Mydeimos but after obtaining divinity one is usually sent into an intense rut. I will allow you enough time to recuperate from this before sending you off to your fate.” She spoke, her eyes seeing through him despite her blindness, she hesitated for a moment before carrying on, “seek him out prince, this may be your last chance to spend such moments with him.”
And with those words she left, leaving Mydei both alarmed and contemplative.
He truly hadn’t planned on stealing the Deliverer’s cloak, he had only happened to stumble across it on his way through the baths. He had stood before the offending item, glaring at it as though it had wronged him before snatching it up and storming back to his abode. He could already smell Phainon’s scent soaked in the fabric, when he had finally made it home he brought it up to his nose and inhaled the smell of ash and fire, his body untensing at the scent alone.
In an ideal world, one where he did not have to leave, one where fate wasn’t so cruel he would invite Phainon to spend his rut together. Alas, fate was unkind, he did not wish to burden Phainon with his feelings, especially now but at least now he had a part of him.
He spent the rest of the day making preparations for when his rut hit. Stocking up on food and water, bathing himself, making his den secure. Soon, he found himself prowling his den, cloak draped across his shoulders, tail flicking behind him as he assessed the room.
He was beginning to feel the warmth of pre-rut settling in his body. This entire time not once did he take notice of the chiming teleslate he had abandoned somewhere on the floor.
He swiftly stripped himself, leaving Phainon’s cloak draped across him, and made his way towards the bed, placing some oil nearby. The warmth continued to intensify and grow and he soon found himself lying stomach down on his bed, both hands slick with oil - one stretching himself fingers rubbing incessantly at his prostate, the other wrapped around his flush and hard cock, hips stuttering forward to thrust into it. He couldn’t help but bury his face into the stolen cloak, breathing in as much of Phainon’s scent as he could as small moans escaped from his throat. He imagined Phainon’s hands stretching him instead of his own, imagined being pressed up against his body instead of a measly cloak.
“Ah- Phainon” he moaned, unbeknownst to the man being right outside his door.
Phainon froze at the sound, accidently pushing the door open as he panicked.
Mydei froze as he heard the door creak open, his body turning completely stiff as he turned to see Phainon stood at his door - equally wide eyed and still. For a moment they simply stared, neither knowing exactly what to say before Phainon moved, walking towards his den. The hair on Mydei’s body began to raise, half of his instincts screaming at him to tear and maim this invader, the other half - the quieter warmer half - speaking gentle whispers of letting Phainon in, letting their mate protect them. Mydei ignored both of these voices, choosing instead to hastily remove his hand from below and scramble to cover himself up with a nearby blanket, stuffing Phainon’s cloak under a pillow out of sight. If he were more clear minded he would’ve noticed the flush spreading across Phainon’s cheeks reaching up to his ears, he would’ve heard the heavy pants he let out thick with want and need, he would’ve seen the all too prominent bulge showing Phainon’s excitement at what lay before him.
“Mydei…” Phainon breathed out reverently. He sat on the very edge of the bed, almost hesitant to invade his space - his den - a hand reaching out to Mydei’s cheek caressing it sweetly momentarily before tightening its hold, forcing Mydei’s gaze upwards towards Phainon. Mydei found himself in a precarious position, his pre-rut addled mind all but purring at the physical contact - his tail unbeknownst to him flicking happily underneath the sheets - but his mind still clear enough to feel guilt and embarrassment, these two sides of him fought a valiant battle in his mind, leaving him briefly unable to make a coherent response to the situation. So, instead he let Phainon manhandle his face and stared at the man beside him, the man he deemed his equal, his mate, with a dazed and lustful expression.
“Oh titans- Mydei are you like this…for me?” Phainon whispered, scared that any loud or sudden noise may trigger Mydei’s alpha’s instincts and result in a very mangled and dead Deliverer. He should leave - logic dictated he should - but seeing Mydei in such a state was doing things to Phainon’s heart he couldn’t explain.
Mydei could only give a hesitant nod, delighting in the way Phainon’s pupils seemed to dilate and his tail began to wag vigorously. Phainon’s hand moved, sliding its way to his chin as his thumb came out to brush across Mydei’s lips, stopping once it reached its destination to prod gently asking permission for entrance - permission Mydei gave much too easily.
“Fuck Mydei, you’re being so good for me” Phainon’s thumb swept across the inside of his mouth, gliding across the tops of his teeth and tapping at his sharp canines, putting just enough pressure to leave a slight sting without breaking skin. Mydei’s tongue came to greet the intruder in his mouth, the rough sandpaper-like appendage circling Phainon’s thumb.
Phainon let out a shaky breath before gently pushing Mydei flat onto the bed laying him gently on his back, he then slowly peeled away the blanket covering what was left of Mydei’s modesty, unwrapping him not unlike a present - the pliant and warm flesh underneath being the only gift he’d ever want or need. Mydei laid bare beneath him, too rut-addled and preoccupied with lapping at his thumb to realise their new position, eyes hazy and half-lidded. He looked like lust personified to Phainon, perfect and splayed out and bare for him and only him. The stench of pomegranate now mixed with a new scent, the smell of ash and fire the two smells permeating the air and creating an almost choking odour, the type of smell that lingered on you for days, the type you could not wash away not matter how hard you scrubbed. It was perfect.
Phainon’s other hand began to roam, tenderly brushing against hard muscle, tracing the red lines painted across Mydei’s skin. Without knowing, a deep rumble began to resonate from the prince’s chest, his body twisting to press up against the warm hand of his mate. Phainon’s hand then moved to cup one of Mydei’s full pecs, giving it a few loving squeezes and cherishing the feel of the soft flesh in half palm, he moved down to mouth at the other neglected pec, tongue circling his nipple before latching on and sucking with a purpose. The prince beneath him let out a soft sigh at the feeling, a hand shooting up and burying itself in Phainon’s hair, holding it close to his skin.
Phainon sucked desperately, he couldn’t help a delirious part of his brain from imagining milk trickling out of Mydei’s rosy nipples, imagining Mydei’s pecs full and heavy. His erection was beginning to be painful now, he absentmindedly began grinding against Mydei’s thigh, his body unconsciously chasing any friction he could get. Eventually, he let go of the abused nipple, letting go of it with a resounding pop sound and admiring his work, he then looked up at Mydei’s face and nearly came from the sight alone. His eyes were completely shot, face flushed a blush hue, drool trickling down his chin from where Phainon’s thumb was resting, he looked like temptation incarnate, his dick twitching at the scene.
“Oh darling, don’t worry I’ll make you feel good now” Phainon cooed, moving to settle between Mydei’s legs, gently coaxing them open to reveal Mydei’s twitching hole, already wet and prepared and aching to be filled. Phainon stripped himself in record time, aligning his cock with Mydei’s entrance he began to inch his way in slowly, using up all his willpower to not slam into his velvet warmth. The pair let out a deep groan at the intrusion, Mydei’s head thrown back in pleasure.
“Phainon…I am no damsel” the prince scowled, only now with Phainon’s cock working his way inside did his head have enough clarity to speak once more. He pushed his hips back onto Phainon’s cock pushing it deeper into his body. Phainon’s breath stuttered and he leaned forward, one arm braced near Mydei’s neck, their faces only centimeters apart, breaths mingling and intertwining into one. After what felt like a lifetime, Phainon was finally fully sheathed, he bent down to nuzzle his face into Mydei’s neck, breathing in that sickly sweet pomegranate as he licked at the others scent gland. Mydei’s arms wrapped themselves around Phainon’s shoulders, dragging him impossibly closer. For a moment they just stayed like that, connected and intertwined in the most intimate way possible, hearts beating in unison. Then, Phainon began to move.
He was slow at first, rolling his hips into Mydei’s warmth, his cock huge and hard and rubbing against all of Mydei’s sweet spots. The prince mewled at the feeling, the fire in his belly finally being satiated. But the fire grew, as did Mydei’s neediness. His hips pushed against Phainon’s lazy rolls, begging for more.
“Phainon…” he growled, words accompanied with an unsatisfied sneer. Phainon let out a small chuckle before picking up the pace, now mouthing and grazing at Mydei’s scent gland. The prince beneath him really should be kicking Phainon off him at the audacity, another alpha even touching such an area should be setting off his most primal instincts. But they weren’t, instead Mydei remained relatively pliant and content, even going so far as to move to bear his neck to the other man, allowing him easier access to scent him, to mark him, to own him. Phainon’s pace grew quicker at the thought, a hand moved to grasp at one of Mydei’s legs, heaving it up over his shoulder allowing him to hit deeper.
The room was now a mess of moans and skin on skin, climaxes beginning to build on both ends.
“A-ah mate- cum inside” Mydei cried out, eyes now misty with unshed tears as Phainon relentlessly pounded into him. Phainon immediately paused, Mydei crying out in frustration as he did so.
“Mate? You see me as your mate?” Phainon said, shock lacing his voice as he moved from his comfortable spot in Mydei’s neck to look at the other properly.
Mydei seems to realise what he said, he felt as though he had been plunged with cold water, his mind suddenly clear from those ancient instincts and rut induced heat. His eyes widened and he struggled to respond for a moment.
On one hand he did truly consider Phainon to be the only one worthy to be his mate - he loved him dearly and knew he was his one and true equal. On the other hand he also knew of the fate that would await them, he would soon have to leave Okhema for Castrum Kremnos, and if the prophecies were true he would soon die with a sword in his back. Could he truly bear to mate with Phainon with the knowledge he would soon part from him? Mydeimos was many things, but he was not cruel. And yet his heart still screamed at him to say yes and bear his neck completely, his teeth aching with the need to sink into Phainon’s throat, itching with the need to claim and be claimed.
He was silent for too long. Phainon began to pull out of him, his eyes filled with heartbreak. Mydei could not bear that look and immediately hooked his legs around Phainon’s waist, pulling him back in completely choking out a moan from the other. Mydei moved to bear his neck, waiting for Phainon to stake his claim.
“Are you sure?” Phainon mumbled, his hand coming up to caress the tender area of his neck.
“Yes, claim me Deliverer.” Mydei spoke, words steady and certain. Phainon did not hesitate after those words, surging forward and biting down and latching on. Mydei let out a silent scream, his hands shot up to hold Phainon steady against his skin, his body twitching as it was overcome with the most intense heat he had ever felt. Eventually, Phainon pried himself away, kissing the area tenderly and lapping away the blood. He began to move his hips once more, the pace becoming brutal quickly. It seemed that staking his mating claim on Mydei had loosened Phainon’s tongue and he began to pant sweet words into Mydei’s ear: “my mate, so perfect.” “all mine, forever and always” “perfect and mine.”
It was now Phainon’s turn to bear his neck, Mydei wasted no time in biting down on his flesh, only staying there for a few seconds as the position made it hard for Phainon to continue his movements. He pressed a few fleeting kisses at the area before being pulled up into a long, deep kiss with the other. Their tongues met in a fierce competition, only pulling away when Mydei’s neck began to strain from the difficult angle. Phaion ushered him down gently, his hand wandering down to Mydei’s navel, pressing down firmly on the area.
“Can you feel me here Mydei? In your deepest parts? Don’t worry I’ll breed you full in a moment, do you want a boy or a girl?” Phainon ranted maniacally, picturing Mydei round with their kids.
“You’d be such a good mother Mydei” he cooed, moving in one swift flourish to hook both of Mydei’s legs around his shoulders, pressing him down into a mating press. All the while Mydei simply took and endured what Phainon was giving him, he stated down at his toned stomach imagining for a moment the impossible, fantasising of life swelling underneath, of a child of Kremnoan royalty and the last child to carry the blood of Aedes Elysiae. Tears now began to spill, his walls clenching tightly around Phainon at the thought. He couldn’t form any words, only choked moans and whines, heat building impossibly warm below as he neared his climax. From the stuttered hips and frantic pace it would seem as though Phainon was reaching his too, a knot beginning to form at the base of his cock. To most alpha’s taking a knot would be excruciating but Mydei stared at the swelling mass with hunger, eagerly awaiting to be filled and plugged up. The knot began to catch at his rim, the stretch both mind numbingly good and unbearable at the same time, but soon it managed to pop in, the two men releasing immediately at the feeling. Mydei twitched uncontrollably as he came, Phainon pressed as deep into him as he could as he released his seed into him, letting out a deep and guttural moan.
The pair stayed like that for a moment, Phainon keeping him in a mating press before slowly and gently putting down his legs and moving to lay behind Mydei, his arm snaking around his waist and pulling him close, his other free hand still pressed at his naval, as though he could feel new life beginning to form underneath his skin.
“We’re mates” Phainon mumbled, light headed. Mydei hummed in confirmation, hand moving to intertwined with the one resting on his navel. The pair lay there, basking in being one, each other's scents clinging possessively onto each other.
“You have to leave soon” Phainon mumbled into Mydei’s skin. The prince stiffened at the words before relaxing once more.
“Aglaea told me to stay until my rut breaks” his fingers absently toyed with the ones intertwined with his own before he let out a deep breath and flipped the pair. In one flourish Mydei sat proudly on top of Phainon, his hardening cock his throne.
“Until then..” Mydei mumbled, fingers trailing up Phainon’s chest, eyes burning with rut induced desire, “you are going to give me a girl.”
He then rose up and slammed back down.
By time his rut had finally broken, the two men were absolutely spent, both lazing around in Mydei’s personal bath in each other’s arms, savouring what would be their last peaceful moments together.
Perhaps in another life, another cycle they could begin a family together.