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Mydei was having what absolutely had to be classified as the worst day of his entire life.
As a Galaxy Ranger, the man was more than accustomed to going wherever the stars called him. A drifter, a voyager, a nameless wanderer. He had no real set destination for his travels, never a place he was truly searching for. It has been like this for years now, ever since he had left his home behind the day he turned 19 years of age.
That did not mean, however, that he appreciated getting absolutely fucked over like this.
"You've gotta be shitting me," Mydei muttered, arms crossed over his chest, and teeth gritted so tightly he was almost certain they would shatter. "You don't understand, I must get on this direct flight to the Golden Thread. The Lady Goldweaver is expecting me personally tonight. I cannot afford to be late."
"I am so sorry again, sir." The young man at the customer service desk looked deeply troubled. Around them, the hustle and bustle of the spaceport only managed to agitate Mydei further. "There's truly nothing more we can do. The last direct flight won't be able to depart tonight."
He couldn't help it. An agitated grumble rose out of his throat, and the receptionist practically flinched, which Mydei felt was undeserved. If he wanted this underpaid employee to be truly frightened, he would be terrified now.
"I have been waiting," Mydei emphasized. "6 system hours, and you tell me now that there is nothing you can do? If you had told me even an hour earlier, I would have been able to arrange something else to be able to make it in time."
The worker flinched, and a part of Mydei softened, because really, he had been clearly trying to resolve the issue. Mydei sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. He ran a gloved hand through unruly locks, staring out through a large window station at the very edge of the spaceport. Even the space around Stareen was lifeless and pitiful, the epitome of a switch-off planet. No one came to Stareen for the sights, naturally, but the small planet was in the middle of dozens of other much more enticing planets.
Not for the first time, Mydei missed Lady Tribios. The Nameless pilot had taken a step back from trailblazing only a month prior. When Mydei had asked what the reason was, she had been dreadfully vague, only offhandedly mentioning arrangements she'd have to make with some important heads of the Family.
Obviously, Mydei missed his mentor and one of the closest friends he had ever had. He also missed her free-of-cost spaceship that could travel at lightspeed. He had forgotten how terribly irritating public transport could be.
"Here," the receptionist said, scribbling something out on a piece of paper. He handed it to Mydei shakily, almost dropping the small sticky note. "We can definitely get you on a flight first thing tomorrow morning. Just hand that to the attendant when you come back, and they'll definitely make sure it happens. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience again, sir."
He bowed, almost falling over from how far he bent down. Mydei sighed, shaking his head warily.
"You don't have to do all that," He insisted, ignoring the slight flush that made its way onto his cheeks. "It's alright, no harm was done in the end. I'll just … check out some of the sights, then come back after a night's rest."
Mydei quickly recalled why he had been so irritated about this in the first place. On Lan's good name, there was absolutely nothing to do in Stareen, and especially not at this hour of the night.
He ended up at the small, dingy, 24/7 bar far quicker than he had been expecting. He took a step inside, pinched his nose at the vague smell of piss and something else he couldn't name, and strode forward, slinging himself on a recently opened barstool.
Somehow, this place was more packed the the spaceport had been, and everything here was, despite still feeling small and cramped, clearly a step up from everything else on this planet. The flashing neon lights, the faint clinking of glasses and ice, and the low thrum of club music were almost enough to get him to forget about the oddly wet substance he had stepped in a couple of minutes ago.
It was almost enough to make him forget about the eyes that had been locked onto him from the very moment he stepped into the bar. Mydei rubbed a hand against his nape, swivelling his head around somewhat rapidly, but no eyes met his. Nobody gave him and his vastly out-of-place attire a second glance. Yet, as he turned and walked towards the bar counter, he could feel someone-something- peering through his back, staring straight through him.
He raised a hand, and when the bartender asked what he wanted to drink for the night, he easily asked for the strongest liquor they had. Not because he really wanted it, not because he thought he could handle it, but because he was having a bad day, and he'd like to stop thinking about it now.
A bottle of aged scotch was placed next to him, and Mydei flicked open the cap, sniffed it hesitantly, and then poured it into a small cup. Taking one large sip of the drink, he physically recoiled, coughed, sputtered, thumped at his chest to rid himself of the burning feeling, regretted every decision he had ever made to lead him to this point, then ordered himself a red sangria.
That was how he'd gotten here, sitting in a dimly lit but somehow far too lit bar, staring at his own face through the red drink, and contemplating calling this whole mission off. He was sure Lady Aglaea would forgive him after hearing about his troubles and woes, as governors were known to do.
He was this close to simply pushing all the empty cups aside, left by previous bar goers, and falling asleep at the table. He very well may have, if it weren't for an irritating, nagging voice in the corner of his head, calling out his name over and over again.
“Mydei."
"Mydei …"
“Mydei!” A heavy, metal hand slapped him against the back, and Mydei sputtered, his eyes wide as he spit out some of his drink. He choked, punching at his chest. Then, with far less enthusiasm, he slowly turned around, his face falling.
"What are you doing here?" Mydei said pitifully, barely heard over the sound of loud pop music playing over the speakers. Hadn't he been through enough?
"Whoa, who pissed in your- uh- everything?" Boothill, because obviously, why hadn't Mydei been expecting a close comrade of his to also be at a random, dingy bar in the middle of nowhere? Clearly, that was the most normal thing in the world, and he should be ashamed of himself.
Boothill whistled, his mouth twisting into a wicked grin, like he had discovered something truly incriminating about Mydei that he was going to use until the sun burned away. Mydei was regretting all of his past decisions, mainly befriending the man in front of him years ago, even more. "Whooee, you look like a complete and utter fudging shirt, 'Deimos. You're as red as a tomato."
"Tell me something I don't know," Mydei grumbled, leaning away and facing the packed bar. He thought he might've been able to see two people grinding against each other in the corner, but it didn't look very comfortable. "Can I help you, or did you just come to bother me in the middle of the Asdana system for no reason?"
"Can't a nice, upstanding guy just say hello to a dear friend of his when he sees him alone in a shirty bar?" Boothill chuckled, leaning at an absurd angle against the bar stand. "You really do wound me, Dei. Do all those life and death situations we've been through really mean nothing?"
"Situations you always put me through!" Mydei groaned, his head pounding. The bartender hadn't been lying when he said that scotch was strong; that was for sure. He really, really didn't want to deal with Boothill tonight.
Boothill shrugged lightly, calling for his own glass. A drink with- a metal bolt inside the glass? Was pushed in front of the Galaxy Ranger, and he took a strong swig, practically hollering.
"Fudge! Now that's the good shirt! Really, Mydei, you're always missing out, y'hear! Anyways," Boothill rolled his shoulders, carefree and in his element. "Apparently, all the starships from Stareen out were completely nullified or some jeepers. See, this is why I don't fork with no newfangled tech. One of them goes kablooey; they all do! Now none of the ships are working, so everyone's stuck on Stareen until further notice."
Suddenly, like an angel descending from the heavens, a man (Mydei was only assuming, really, since he had charged out of the men's bathroom) strode over to the two of them. His armor, plated heavily over every inch of skin, made a loud creaking sound with each step he took. Mydei wasn't ashamed to admit that he stared. Not quite in a way that necessarily signaled interest, but entirely in a way that was simply borne from pure bafflement. Forgive him, he hadn't been expecting the sight of a fair, androgynous knight with the essence of an angel contained in a human body to have greeted his eyes this night, and especially not in a Stareenn bar.
"My silver bullet!" He said, stepping between Boothill and Mydei, and great, now he just felt like he was intruding on something. "Stop bothering this beautiful soul. Can't you feel how his heart beats in agony?"
Mydei certainly didn't feel very beautiful, but he digressed.
The knight twirled around, his red hair flinging around, and Mydei was almost blindsided at the pure light that seemed to be emanating from the man. Literally, he was fairly certain there was an actual spotlight shining over him, and he had absolutely no idea how the hell that even worked.
"You, my fair sir, have the true essence of a prince!" Then, in the middle of the dirty bar, he kneeled on one knee, pressing his forehead against Mydei's knee.
Mydei sputtered, almost kicking out on pure instinct. "What are you-!"
"Just let him do what he's gotta do, Mydei," Boothill said, staring down at him, looking slightly haunted. "It's easier if you just accept it."
"Huh?" Mydei said. He was too tired and too drunk for this.
The knight stood up slowly, his bright green eyes shining, and bowed deeply. "I'm truly honoured to meet such a beautiful friend of my dear Boothill! He's spoken so much about you, Mydei! My name is Argenti, and I am a Knight of Beauty!"
"Oh," Mydei said. "Okay. I guess."
"Hey, be nice, brat." Boothill cuffed him against the back of his head, and Mydei groaned as it sent a ripple through his migraine, amplifying the pulsing.
“What is wrong with you?” Mydei heaved out gruffly, turning slightly just to glare from the corner of his eye. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Busy doing what? Drowning your sorrows in a bottle? Or, in your case, a light ice alcohol-less rose sangria with pomegranate syrup.”
Mydei grabbed the neck of the Scotch he had been pretending to drink, swinging it his way haphazardly. Boothill took a single step to the side, and the bottle went careening into the floor, shattering into a million pieces. He stared at the mess for a moment before it suddenly clicked in his mind.
“Whoa, you’re actually drinking?” Boothill’s eyes widened comically, bafflement clear on his face. “Well, I’ll be damned! I never thought I’d see the day. You don't ever drink. When we hit that bar in Aus Legas, you put water in a shot glass and tried to convince me you were downing vodka.”
“…?” Mydei blinked. “You knew? How did you know? I was being discreet about it.”
“You kept going into the bathroom to refill your glass,” Boothill said dully.
Ah. Had he? Mydei sighed, rubbing at his forehead. Boothill was right; he hated drinking. He disliked how the inebriation decreased his awareness and lowered his senses. He hated not being completely secure in his surroundings, no matter what. It felt like weakness.
“Yeah, I know,” Boothill said, and Mydei furrowed his eyebrows, because he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “So, what's got someone like you so stressed that you’re downing straight beer with ominous levels of alcohol percentage at high noon?”
"You don't have to tell us if you don't feel comfortable, of course," Argenti said. He had somehow, in the span of a couple of minutes, cleaned up the bottle Mydei had thrown. He instantly felt terrible, but his apologies were shewed away so quickly they had barely left Mydei's mouth.
“I like you better than I like him," Mydei said sullenly, his voice thick with a heaviness that only came from heavy liquor. Boothill squawked, a wide variety of not-quite swears leaving his mouth at an alarming pace. "We should ditch this guy and start skipping rocks at a pond or something."
"That sounds wonderful! Ah, but unfortunately, my dashing Ranger and I are a package deal." Argenti said, sounding genuinely apologetic.
At these words, Mydei raised a singular, thick eyebrow, slowly turning around to stare at his fellow gunman in arms. Boothill was whistling and seemed to have become remarkably entranced with the worn-out wooden floorboards.
"AH, hah, wow, wonder why he said that! What an odd fellow!" Boothill said stiffly.
Mydei stared at him. His eye twitched, just slightly.
“Don’t give me that look,” Boothill sighed. “Whatever. We've gotta sober you up, man. As funny as it is that you’re a lightweight, and as much as I wanna go bar hopping with you right now, you're gonna kill me if I leave ya with a shirty hangover tonight. You here for a mission? Can’t imagine why else you’d come to Stareenn if not to get to another planet.”
Sluggishly, Mydei nodded. He was pretty sure that’s why he was here. Maybe. He tried to rack his thoughts.
“The Goldweaver … summoned me to the Golden Thread. Y'know, the planet that's like a ship? Sorta like Penacony, but not,” he mumbled, thumping at his head to try and punch his headache away. It didn't work. “Said she had a mission that’d interest me.”
Boothill whistled, a sympathetic look on his face. “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”
“She’s not that bad,” Mydei insisted, even if he knew trying to convince Boothill that a figure of high standing and authority deserved respect was a deeply laughable concept.
A view he'd normally agree with, having spent far too many years dealing with leaders who had no care for the people they led, who would rather throw them to the wayside than even consider putting the masses before themselves and their boundless riches.
Aglaea, however, was different. Even ignoring his own personal biases, Mydei knew the Lady of Romance, while distant and unapproachable at times, had a deep-rooted care for her people. She would do anything to protect the Golden Thread, pay any price for salvation. Would face the Aeons straight on if it meant she would forge ahead.
If nothing else, he could respect her for it.
Mydei stood up, flexing his back muscles slightly under the strain. Then, taking both Boothill and Argenti's arms, he tried to walk, only to immediately fall towards the floor at an alarming speed, only just barely saved from breaking his nose in the most embarrassing way possible.
"Let's just-" Boothill maneuvered him back into the seat, trying to stop him from falling to the floor. "Sheesh, you're freezing your motherfudging tats off, man. See, this is why we wear shirts! Not crop tops, not bare chesting it out and about! I tell Rappa this all the time, and she never listens! Tch, you'll listen when you're dead."
“‘m wearing a shirt,” Mydei huffed drowsily, leaning forward and almost crashing into the floor.
“No, you’re not,” Boothill said, entirely unimpressed. “You literally aren’t. You’re soley wearing a belt over your bare chest. That does not count as a shirt. It can’t even be comfortable.”
Mydei swayed a little. He tried to punch Boothill, but he was currently seeing three of him, so it was a little difficult.
“HKS. Hypocrite, you’re a- hah- a hypocrite!” Mydei said, pressing a hand to his aching head. “You! You’re literally wearing a crop top.”
“I’m all metal, it hardly counts.” Boothill grinned. He tapped at his torso, composed entirely of steel, and chuckled at the sharp clang.
“Wha?” Mydei’s eyes furrowed. He racked his brain, but couldn't seem to come up with a counterargument. “It doesn’t … count? That's … so unfair. I wanna be a cyborg too.”
“No, you do not. You being this out of it after like, a sip of watered-downed beer is crazy. I checked, and the bottle was practically still full, man. You can’t handle your liquor at all.” Boothill grumbled, righting Mydei’s form once more. “You’re gonna be so embarrassed when you’re sober, hah!”
"Speaking of sober, Boothill, we should get our good friend something light and refreshing!" Argenti said cheerfully. Mydei loved this guy; he was so happy and whimsical. He was like pomegranate juice personified.
Argenti turned towards the bar, hollering at the bartender. "Good sir! We are in desperate need of something to sober this fine young man up. Would you happen to have some mineral water available? Even sparkling will do, honestly."
The bartender blinked at him, clearly irritated, probably by the shining light emanating from the man. "We've got the bathroom tap water. If the sink doesn't work, you can use whatever we have left in the urinals."
For the first time in this entire night, Argenti’s face faltered. It looked wrong, as if something had been physically altered in the universe. He recovered quickly enough, light shining in his eyes once more. "Ah. Well, I certainly hope the sinks are working then!"
Then he stiffly walked out of the bar with a promise to be back quickly, and a secondary promise to certainly not bring back any urinal water.
"I should go too," Boothill said apologetically. "Wait up, okay, Undying? We won't be long, it's just, well, if Argenti starts sensing conflict, he'll sniff out the source like a rootin tootin bloodhound and nominate himself as the world's greatest peacekeeper. Don't want him disappearing on us."
Then, with a quick smile, he was gone, disappearing into the night after his budding homosexual partner as well. Once more, Mydei was left completely alone. Not for the first time in this entire night, he wondered whether he'd died and was now suffering an eternal damnation in hell flame. Why had Boothill never told him he was gay …? Mydei was feeling sort of betrayed right now. He felt like he was about to break into wet, nasty tears in the middle of a shitty bar in Stareen.
He wasn't sure how long he had waited, but it had to have been a while. When the world stopped spinning enough for him to finally start seeing things normally again, even the raunchiest bar goers had begun to filter out. It was quieter now, and once more, Mydei debated falling asleep at the bar table. He had slept in worse places, to be entirely honest.
He was about to do that, and he likely would've enjoyed it too, when suddenly, a small martini was placed down in front of him. Mydei swayed slightly, intoxication overwhelming him, as he tried to piece together the man staring down at him. Greasy hair, but a fairly good-looking face. Thinner than what Mydei liked, too gangly to last in a gladiator arena, but Lady Tribios had been telling him to stop judging men's worth based on how long they would last in battle, so-
The man leaned in slightly, closer than Mydei would've liked, saying something about how Mydei would just love this drink he had gotten, but he didn't really care about any of that right now. He squinted his eyes, trying to put the sentences together into words that made sense.
"-You're real beautiful," the man was saying, and Mydei's shoulders hunched slightly, because everyone seemed to be saying that to him, but it truly didn't feel sincere. "Go on, aren't you here to drink?"
Mydei felt his lips physically pucker up in agitation. Pulling away, he began to lean farther into the bar table. The man, closer now, gripped onto his swaying elbow, an ugly laugh playing at his lips. His hands, strangely cold, gripped through the leather of his jacket and froze Mydei solid. He pulled away harshly, swinging his arm slightly, a gesture to back off.
"Never seen you around these parts before," he continued, as if Mydei wanted to hear his voice. He placed the martini down, closer, and Mydei stared at the drink with nothing short of agitation. Something was telling him not to drink it, and he was more than inclined to trust his gut. Even severe drowsiness wasn't enough to dull his most key senses, honed from years of travel as a Ranger.
"Come on, talk to me." The man leaned against him, fiddling with his braid, and Mydei sat a little straighter. He should do something, so why did he feel so empty? Like he was watching this all happen from out of his own body?
“Whatcha doing late at a bar like this, huh?” he was saying, his voice low pitched and bumping around in Mydei’s ears. “I know you're not here for the watered-down drinks. Looking for some fun? We- me and my friends-"
"Not … really?" Mydei said truthfully, cutting him off. Certainly not with him, but not in general either. He had meant it when he said he didn't drink. He'd just been bored waiting around in a place like Stareen. He wasn't opposed to lying down for the night by any means, but the way this man leered at him gave an odd feeling. Mydei contemplated whether he wanted to deal with the consequences of starting a bar fight.
A hand was wrapped around the glass and suddenly shoved into his face. Mydei twisted away, a frustrated growl leaving his chest, as he tried to emphasize how he was clearly not interested in him and his shitty drink, but the words struggled to leave his lips, only getting him more riled up. He didn't want to start unnecessary fights, but right now, he wanted space, and if this man didn't get out of his, he was going to-
"Is something going on here?"
A heavy clang on the barstool table had Mydei jolting. He swerved his head to the right, blinking wildly.
"The wine you ordered," A man, one he had never seen before this very moment, said easily. He grinned lightly, gesturing at the bottle, but Mydei couldn't even bring himself to pretend that he cared about some damn Heineken, not when his mysterious saviour was looking at him like that. The way he spoke had Mydei questioning just why it was unironically doing things for him, considering he hadn't said anything remotely suggestive or seductive whatsoever.
The noises of the surrounding bar goers were slowly drowned out, as all of Mydei's world singlely focused on the man standing in front of him, his hair oddly white and so silky he was certain if he ran his fingers through he wouldn't catch on a knot even once. The way his chest pumped up and down with each heavy, deep breath he took…
… Mydei was pretty sure the two were talking to each other, actually, but the voices were low and murmured, quiet against the bars backdrop of music, and he could hardly make out anything as it was now. Only a couple of words stood out, like 'drinking' and 'mine', and 'back off'.
"What, is he your boyfriend or something?" the man sitting beside Mydei snapped, and Mydei was distinctly aware of the hand gripping at his thigh.
His mysterious wine deliverer stared down at him, his eyes briefly flickering over to the man sitting beside him, his eyes slowly closing shut in irritation, as if he had completely forgotten he was there.
"Wow," he finally drawled, leaning down past Mydei, making him instinctively aware of just how hot he was, his chest pressing against his back as he leaned over his shoulder, and wow, Mydei had failed to notice how nice his shoulders were, truly. Now this was a man who would come out on top if you threw him in a gladiator ring. Ignoring the sputtering, he reached over, grasped the martini, and peered at the murky liquid closely. "It must be really good. Mind if I have a taste?"
The man sitting beside Mydei suddenly became very, very pale. "Now, I don't think-"
He didn't wait for him to finish. Grasping the martini glass, he picked it up, leaned back, and drank the whole thing down. The distinct sound of his gulps was loud in Mydei's ears, and he swallowed heavily around the odd rock that had formed in his throat.
"Hm," he said, only pulling away when the glass was cleanly empty. He tossed it half-haphazardly somewhere across the bar table. "That was … mediocre. Was that really what you were trying to get him to drink for the last 20 minutes? Please."
"You- you!" the man sitting beside Mydei sputtered, spit flailing from his lips. "Who do you think you are? Coming here, getting in my way-"
"You're getting on my last nerve. Leave," he said, and for a moment, Mydei was certain he was talking to him. His bright, almost glowing blue eyes hadn't left Mydei's own this entire time. In fact, they only seemed to grow brighter as they bore into him. The longer they stared, the sharper the chill on his spine.
Heat built up inside of Mydei, and he tugged at the collar of his jacket, a soft gasp leaving his lips. He hardly even noticed when the man stiffly stood up, turned, and strode out of the bar. Drowsily, somehow looking drunker than he had a couple of minutes ago. He pushed himself sluggishly through the glass door, stumbling into the night and disappearing around a corner.
His deliverer instantly sat down beside him, and Mydei thought he may have recognized a hint of concern in his eyes. Then again, that may have just been because everything was a little blurry right now.
A water bottle was placed quietly in front of him, and this time, at his oddly gentle urging, Mydei drank.
"He … actually left?" Mydei said after a couple of quiet minutes, staring at his departing form, his eyes furrowed. He had said he was with his friends. Why would he leave the bar?
"I think," a hot gasp of breath had Mydei practically leaping from his seat. His mystery deliverer had, at some point, snuck up on him, far closer than he'd been before. Leaning over close to where Mydei was seated, he towered over him. "You should stop thinking about that guy at all."
"You don't work here," Mydei accused instantly, finally remembering where he was and what he was doing after the sips of water. He pushed himself away, nursing his growing headache. "And I didn't order no damn drink."
"So hostile," his mystery deliverer crooned, clearly amused. He placed the aged bottle of wine in front of Mydei with a heavy clank, sending Mydei jumping, his movements slightly sluggish. "I didn't mean any harm, pretty thing. I saw you getting accosted from across the bar. Thought you could use some help, or even a drinking buddy on this fine evening."
"I'm alright, actually. Thank you for the … help, I really didn't want to have to hurt that guy, but you can go now," Mydei huffed, shaking his head blearily. Where the hell was Boothill? He really should've been back by now.
"Eh?" The man turned back to look at him, his eyes sharper than they had been mere moments ago. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"
Mydei clutched at his head, his headache growing worse. He knew alcohol messed him up, but whatever they were serving here clearly wasn't good for his continuous cognitive function. It felt like something was almost slithering around in his head, trying to find a way out.
"I said, I'm fine. I don't want no damn drinking buddy," Mydei gritted his teeth together, pressing his palms against his pulsing temples. "Remove yourself from my sight."
"Eh?" the man cocked his head. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?”
Mydei groaned, holding his head in his hands, as his migraine reached a terrifying crescendo.
… What was Mydei fighting so hard for anyway? He'd been suffering alone in a dingy bar, and here comes the hottest man he had ever seen in his entire life, clearly interested, grinding up against him and defending his honour or whatever the fuck. Practically falling into his lap. He had been having such a shitty day, and his handsome deliverer was just his type… would it really be such a problem to mess around a little? Forget about his problems for the night?
"I said … you can sit down." Mydei waved his hand stiffly, making up his mind. He propped his head up on his palm. "Pop open that bottle of red wine, then. If you so insist."
"Yay!" Oddly enough, at his words, his headache seemed to almost recede. For the first time in almost 5 minutes, the world stopped spinning. "Ah, thank you so much … I'm so happy. You truly are the best."
"…Whatever," Mydei sighed, taking another sip of water and debating on whether he actually wanted to drink again. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to rid himself of that pulsing feeling. If Boothil and … Argentina (?) weren't going to return, he may as well just get plastered. Surely his migraine would go away eventually.
The man slowly looked over at him, his eyes downcast as he seemed to ponder something. He fiddled with the top of the wine bottle, his movements unsure.
"That martini," he started. "It was laced. I saw him do it."
Mydei choked on his water, coughing and thumping at his chest. "What? You knew that, and you drank it?"
"Well, I didn't want you to drink it!" the man sputtered, looking a little indignant.
"You have no idea what he could have put in there!" Mydei placed a hand on his forehead, his headache returning tenfold. "What is wrong with you? For all I know, this water could be laced."
"You are so cute when you're flustered," he said, a small grin working its way onto his face. This managed to annoy Mydei further. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I promise, nothing he puts in there is going to mess me up like it would with you."
Then he chuckled, his head thrown back slightly, a deep rumble in his chest that sent Mydei's heart stuttering, if only slightly. "Why on earth would I stop you from being drugged just to drug you myself?"
Great, now Mydei just felt demeaned. Who did this guy think he was? Mydei could totally handle a laced martini. Forgive him for being worried. Mydei hoped the drug wasn't lethal, yes, but maybe the man on his right could do with some laxatives or something. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and went back to nursing his headache.
"Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" the man murmured, curling his large hand around the bottle. He smiled, eyes twisting into two delighted crescents, as he placed his glass down. Mydei sighed, almost instinctively, at the thought of having to talk anymore.
"Who's asking?" Mydei cocked an eyebrow, placing his hand on the counter of the bar. He leaned up a little straighter, more curious than anything. He couldn't help but be a little intrigued. Not many people approached him in settings like this, and certainly not men who looked at him like his mystery deliverer did.
"Answer my question first," he said playfully, leaning in closer. A large, boyish smile crept onto his face, clearly meant to be open and friendly, but all it managed to do was send an odd shiver down Mydei's spine.
The cap tinked against the wooden table as he lifted it, downing the drink in one go. Mydei watched, slightly haunted, as he just kept going, only stopping when the bottle was well and truly empty. Placing the drink down, he turned and looked at Mydei with a radiant smile, wiping a trail of red off his lips.
"Did you just drink that entire thing?" Mydei said, even his hazy mind was able to comprehend how absurd that was. "Did- did you just down an entire bottle of wine like it was a shot? What the fuck, man? Stop drinking everything you see!"
"Impressed?" his deliverer chuckled.
Maybe a little. "No, I'm horrified. You're gonna keel over and die before you even make it to the bathroom."
"Aw, still worried about me?" he waved the bartender over, gesturing for another drink to be brought over. Another bottle, the same as the last, was placed down in front of them. "Tell me the truth, Mydei."
"Just shut up already," Mydei grumbled, snatching the bottle away from his greedy hands. He pried open the cap and poured himself a glass, sipping at it slowly and nursing his drink with cautious sips, seeing as he wasn't a maniac.
His deliverer chuckled, amusement rife on his face. He snatched the bottle back and poured one out for himself. This time, when he drank, it was slow, filled with intent. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily with each swallow, and Mydei could only shakily exhale, slamming his glass down onto the table, chalking the heat racing up his neck to the liquor.
"…What were you even talking about?" Mydei grumbled, blinking his eyes rapidly. "No, no i'm not. I'm here with him,"
"Who?" he pressed in closer, closer, and Mydei contemplated telling him to switch whatever cologne he was using. He smelled of nothing but burnt firewood, a scent that wasn't pleasant in the slightest. "That maggot who was rubbing up against you, tryna spike your drink? You were meeting up with him?"
"Maggot?" Mydei stared at him, somewhat bewildered. He wondered whether he'd gotten so intoxicated he'd begun to hear auditory hallucinations. Slowly, he shook his head, his blood-kissed hair swaying from side to side. "Not him, I came alone, I met up with a friend while I was here."
"Ah!" He pulled back, his face glowing up as if nothing had happened. "Your friend, huh? Just your friend?"
Mydei was too inebriated for this conversation. He stared at him blankly. "Yes. Just a friend."
Mydei was somewhat surprised that his face was even able to lighten up anymore.
"Tch. My turn," Mydei crossed his arms over his chest, leaning slightly against the counter. "Who am I even speaking to right now?"
"… Phainon," he hummed, his words slightly stilted. Mydei squinted his eyes at him, brows furrowing, as if he were studying the answer. After a long pause, he leaned back, appraising him.
"Not a bad name," Mydei finally said, a gust of air leaving his mouth in an exhale.
"Hah! Neither is yours," Phainon chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. He lifted the glass, and Mydei, after a moment, did the same.
"A toast," Phainon said simply.
"The hell are we toasting? This night's complete shit," Mydei said, his voice coated in mirth. "I just almost got drugged, and you willingly got drugged. What is even worth toasting here?"
"A toast to us," Phainon said, clicking his glass against Mydei's. He smiled at him, and Mydei's breath hitched, swallowing roughly against his dry throat. "A toast to the night we met, Ranger."
Unbidden, Mydei grinned. "A toast, then, Deliverer, for an absolutely terrible night."
"Deliverer? That's a new one," Phainon, and wasn't that such a lovely name on his lips, murmured. "How'd you come up with that?"
"You delivered my drink," Mydei said easily.
"Wow. You sure are creative." Phainon responded dully, swirling his red wine.
"Don't be crass," Mydei grumbled, and Phainon put his hands up in false surrender, a long, lasting chuckle leaving his lips.
"You know," Phainon hummed, looking him up and down. Mydei's gaze stayed on his eyes, even if he also wanted to dip down a little deeper. "This doesn't have to be a completely shitty night."
"Oh," Mydei chuckled, shaking his head slightly, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. "And what would you do that could make this night even slightly better?"
A contemplative hum, low and authoritative. "Oh, I can think of a few things."
When they walked out into the cold night, the air chilled, it was Mydei who made the first move. Pushing against each other headily, they were practically tussling as Mydei shoved Phainon against the brick wall, their lips interlocking. Mydei sagged, his motion greatly decreased under the weight of alcohol, so he was hardly able to notice when Phainon tightened his hands around the small of his waist, swinging him and switching their positions around. Now Mydei was the one panting against the drywall, faint lights from the street and the bar flashing on his face like a colourful array.
"By the Aeons, Mydei, you're utterly divine," Phainon murmured, no worse for wear. He pressed his lips back onto Mydei's, rough and seemingly inexperienced. His passion almost made up for it, even as their teeth clacked together. He pressed Mydei even further against the wall, pushing him up, up, until he could slot a strong knee in between his thighs. Mydei groaned, letting his head fall forward and rest against Phainon's forehead, as his knee continued to grind against the heavy weight of his slacks.
"Wanna take you home with me," Phainon huffed. He moved back just to smile at Mydei, his mouth twisted into a delighted grin, looking like the cat that'd gotten the canary. The sweat of the alcohol made him look like he'd just run a marathon, and Mydei was helplessly endeared to it, enough that he reached a hand back, clutched his fingers tightly in his hair, and kissed him again. This time, it was almost hungry, and Phainon only leaned into his measure of painful hold like an eager lover. The smell of smoke was stronger now, hidden under a current of thick, cheap beer.
The kiss deepened, Phainon's hands curling lower down his waist, and Mydei gasped at the feeling of Phainon's tongue licking and nipping at the swell of his bottom lip, pressing inside his mouth, and tying them completely together. Mydei could only hope he didn't come off as messy, tired, and desperate.
His thigh shifted again, moving with his tongue, and Mydei may as well have whined into the night air, his voice filled with a heady sort of need.
Phainon laughed, small and unguarded, and only pressed down harder. His thigh ground upwards until there was nowhere else for Mydei to go, his hands holding him tightly to stop him from moving away from the overwhelming feeling. When Phainon kissed him again, slamming his head against the wall, Mydei invited him in with nothing short of pure desire.
Every one of Mydei's fumbles was simply swept up again by Phainon, gripping his chin quickly to hold him steady, then pressing his lips back into his own. They were a mess of spit and teeth, and Mydei just couldn't seem to get enough. When Phainon pulled away, embarrassingly enough, Mydei leaned in after him, as if instinctively seeking the feeling of weightlessness. Phainon's lips curled up, seemingly amused, but even Mydei could notice the way his mirth failed to reach his eyes. There was no shine, no light, and for a moment, he was deeply worried he hadn't been good enough. That he was bored. That he was going to leave Mydei here high and dry.
Then he pressed his hand into Mydei's chest, pushing him back, and dug his knee just a bit further against his groin. Mydei gasped, clutching at Phainon's toned arm, holding onto it for the steadying weight.
Phainon leaned in close, words light. "Not from around here, but there should be a motel nearby. What do you say, pretty thing? Wanna make this a night to remember?"
Mydei answered him with another delighted kiss, and Phainon reciprocated with an eagerness Mydei had never really seen before, yanking the other man into his chest just to have him closer to him.
The star-cruiser Phainon called was small and cramped, the motel even more so. All was fitting for a backwater planet like Stareen, but none of that really bothered him, not when Phainon's hand danced low around his waist, not when his lips seemingly couldn't stay off of his for even a second.
They barely managed to make it through the door, Phainon crowding Mydei up against the rotting wood and kissing him senseless. Mydei certainly didn't do anything to discourage him, wrapping his arms around Phainon's waist and letting the other man drag him eagerly through the door.
Somehow, the only thing able to slightly snap Mydei to his senses was when he actually took a look at the room, wincing slightly at the pissed stained walls and grimy windows. Mydei, of course, was not here for the decor or the hospitality. He was here to see this divine sculpture of a man up close, and maybe suck his cock a little.
"You're just gonna leave your gun?" Phainon asked, genuinely curious. He lifted it from where Mydei had placed it nonchalantly on the dingy drawer. Under his feet, the aged carpet creaked loudly, echoing through the air.
"Not like I need it to protect myself," Mydei hummed. Phainon was staring at him curiously, mouth still twisted in that forlorn smile.
"Mhm, you're right. With a body like that, I'm sure you never have to worry about … unwanted advances," Phainon said, eyes darting down appreciatively, eyeing up the view. Quickly, so fast, Mydei almost didn't see it, his tongue flicked out the lick his lips. Mydei almost wondered if a trace of him still lingered on them.
"Not scared, I'll do anything?" Phainon chuckled.
"I'll bite it off," Mydei replied easily.
He wasn't sure it was possible, but Phainon's smile seemed to only widen. "I'd like to see you try."
Unbidden, Mydei grinned back, a chuckle leaving his lips. This guy was worse than he was.
The other man placed his pistol back down on the table, flicked the safety on, then gestured at him. "So, you gonna take those off, or should I do it myself?"
Mydei could only hope there were no unwanted infestations in the sheets as he sat down, tugging his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Then, with easy, nimble hands, he unclipped the belt from around his chest, letting it fall to the floor.
"Sorry, not much of a strip tease," Mydei huffed, lips tilting up. That clearly didn't seem to stop Phainon, who stared at his revealed chest like a man from the first Amber Era making eye contact with a fair maiden's elbows.
"More than enough, pretty thing, I'm already hot and bothered," Phainon panted, leaning in closer, only to be stopped by Mydei, who held up a finger and pressed it against his nose, pushing him backwards.
"You'd better take yours off too," he huffed, moving to unbuckle his pants. He dragged them off his toned legs, leaving himself in only his undergarments. "We're not doing this while I'm naked and you're not."
"Aw," Phainon laughed, raising his hands in a surrender motion and walking backwards. "Here I was, thinking you'd want to unwrap me yourself."
"Don't flatter yourself," Mydei scoffed. "Just take your pants off."
"So eager," Phainon said lightheartedly, slowly dragging his coat off his broad shoulders. Mydei wasn't ashamed to admit that his eyes lingered, slowly lying back on the creaking bed, undressing the other man with his eyes.
Phainon was slow, surely on purpose, pressing himself close to Mydei's prone form and leaning over him, caging him down against the yellowing bed sheets. Then, with a sultry seduction, he lapped at the expanse of Mydei's neck, sending harsh shivers up his spine.
"Off," Mydei demanded, tugging at Phainon's black compression top, pulling with more urgency than what was probably necessary. Phainon merely laughed, his hair flying with the shake of his head. He leaned up, eyes curled into two identical crescent moons, and held Mydei down with a palm against his chest.
"Patience, beautiful," Phainon crooned, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips, which slackened under his force. "I'm not going anywhere. Safeword?"
"I-" Mydei had never actually done this before, but he couldn't just say that to his one-night stand. Surely, the last thing anyone ever wanted to hear was that their partner in bed was deeply inexperienced. "Ah, uhm. Eurypon."
Phanon blinked.
"Your safeword," Phainon said slowly, his voice tilting dangerously. "Is some guy's name?"
"Not just any guy," Mydei chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. "Trust me, if I say his name in bed, you'll know something is wrong. There's no world where I'll ever say it accidentally while i'm having sex.”
Phainon blinked again. He had completely stilled, simply looking at Mydei with an odd, pinched expression on his face.
"You take any more time," Mydei huffed, slightly breathless, "and the nights gonna end. Don't make me regret this, Phainon."
"Right. Right! Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," Phainon jolted back, leaning down to steal another kiss from him. They were all encompassing, stealing Mydei's breath away. Simply reacting to whatever Phainon deigned to do to him.
Phainon pulled off his lips but pressed forward even closer. He leaned his cheek against Mydei's, pushed them together, as if he was trying to remove any sort of space between the two of them.
"You've been driving me fucking crazy this entire night, pretty thing," Phainon murmured against the lobe of his ear. His voice darkened into a pleasurable rasp, one that did terrible things to Mydei's body. "D'you even know what you've been doing to me? Huh?"
"Creep, you were the one watching me tonight, weren't you?" Mydei accused, although this voice remained fairly light. "How long were you just staring at me without saying a damn thing, looking at me from across the bar?"
"Saw you the moment you walked in," Phainon said, voice low. "You didn't even glance my way, but I couldn't take my eyes off you."
Mydei protested, trying to keep his voice restrained as Phainon's teeth grazed lower, lower, sucking a dark mark at the base of his neck. "Looked at you eventually, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did, it feels just as good as I imagined." Phainon laughed, low in the base of his throat. He stilled his movements just for a moment, pressing himself under the base of Mydei's chin, staring up at him with an emotion Mydei couldn't quite classify.
"You really are the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I just knew I had to have you, even if it was just for tonight," Phainon said, almost in awe. Mydei's eyes widened, an embarrassing flush shading his face, and Phainon took the time to nip another hickey, right under his ear this time.
"God, Mydei, I saw you with those other guys, and I got so-" Phainon groaned, grinding his slowly hardening cock, still concealed under his ill-fitting boxers, when Mydei reached a hand up to yank at his hair, pressing him into a kiss once more.
"Annoyed?" Mydei chuckled once they finally pulled away, panting slightly from the sheer exhilaration.
"Angry," Phainon said, voice dark. It lacked that amusing tilt from mere moments ago, enough to give even Mydei pause. "Just wanted to hide you away from dirty eyes."
"Pretty bold words for a guy I met an hour ago," Mydei finally said, rubbing his hand in Phainon's hair, smirking slightly at the way he leaned into the touch.
"I know what I want, and all I could think about was this," Phainon murmured, lips twisting into a satisfied smile. "Just knew you'd look so damn pretty, all hot and messy under me."
Mydei flushed at that, an even brighter red, and this time it didn't go unnoticed.
"Wow," Phainon drawled, leaning up slightly. Mydei was all too aware of his chest pressing against his own, of his thick thighs squeezing down and wrapping around his waist.
Mydei flushed at the sudden feeling of heavy weight pressing against his torso, already hot and pulsing to life underneath thin briefs. He shuddered slightly, mouth drying at just how large it felt.
Phainon smirked, pressing in just a little closer. "You just love it when I call you pretty, don't you, pretty thing?"
"You talk a lot," Mydei said, throwing a strong arm over his face. He leaned back, shoving his head into the uncomfortable pillows. Phainon's hands pressed deeper into the dips of his hip, surely to bruise. "Does this ever work?"
"Say it," Phainon demanded, reaching up and pulling Mydei's arm away from his eyes. His lips curved into another utterly delectable smile. "Say you just love being my pretty thing."
"You…" Mydei felt the words choke up in his throat, and he heaved, aggravated. "I'm not saying that."
"Fine, we'll work on it," Phainon shrugged, his voice goading, as if he knew something Mydei didn't. Phainon gave him another kiss, two hands held up to press his face against his. "I've got you all to myself now,"
"Phainon-" Mydei groaned, watching the older man press a calloused hand against the swell of his chest, throwing his hand back as his thumb nudged at the inverted nipple, as if trying to coax it out gently.
"Yeah, keep saying my name just like that," Phainon urged, kneading the pec with a renewed vigour. Every motion he made was laced with a sort of dreadful possessiveness, as if he were playing with something he already owned.
"Started picturing you like this when we left the bar," Phainon said, voice thick, as his left hand began trailing down Mydei's torso, dragging nails down his torso and fiddling with the hem of his boxers, making Mydei choke from the sudden snap. "I just had to see you with nothing but my collar on after I'm finally done with you."
Reaching up, he fiddled with the clasp of the black leather around his neck, the slight clink the only sound in the room's quiet, even their harsh breathing dying down for mere moments. Slowly, eagerly, he wrapped it around Mydei's neck, locking it closed with quick fingers.
"There, perfect," Phainon chuckled, leaning back slightly. He grinned happily, satisfaction rife on his face. "Now you're really all mine."
Before Mydei could respond, Phainon leaned down, slowly tugging Mydei's boxers off. He blinked, then, after a moment, his entire demeanour changed. He almost seemed to physically light up, his eyes shining.
"And here I was, worried when you weren't getting hard against me," Phainon chuckled, low in the base of his throat, and slowly began to trace the edges of his vulva, pressing the pad of his finger against the small hole. "God, you're even prettier down here …"
"I wish you could see how wet you are right now, baby. It's so cute, so pink, you're like a little flower," Phainon cooed, moving to insert another finger into his cunt.
… only to get shoved backwards and off the bed, Mydei's foot slamming into his face. Phainon yelped, his voice cracking, as he tumbled to the floor.
After a couple of moments, the white top of his head popped back up. He crawled back onto the bed, slowly, warily, as if worried he was going to be on the receiving end of another roundhouse kick. "Well, what was that for? Typically, this is what we use safe words for, love."
Mydei crossed his arms over his chest, glaring slightly. "You stopped, did you not? This works just fine."
Phainon sighed.
"You're not allowed to fuck my vagina," Mydei said simply. He slowly started closing his legs. Phainon, who had been massaging his bruised nose, froze. Then he turned to look at him, eyes wide and shaking. The heartbreak, betrayal, and pure disbelief on his face made it seem like Mydei had just denied him a core fundamental human right.
"Wha?" Phainon's voice shook, and he pressed a hand to his chest, looking like he was suffering from severe heartburn. "Why?"
Mydei was somewhat unsure of how to respond. He shrugged slightly, looking up at the tattered ceiling. "Just a boundary. Neither of us have any condoms, and I don't want to have to deal with the consequences. We can … ? Still have anal, if that's okay. I mean, isn't that what you thought was happening anyway?"
Phainon blinked. He looked so disappointed, it was actually sort of funny.
"… Very well," he huffed. "I can still play with your cunt though, right Mydei?"
"I…?" Mydei blinked. "I mean, yeah. Stop being so crude, you brute."
Phainon sighed again, louder this time, to make his displeasure known. Then he leaned down, yanked Mydei's legs back open, and without any more stalling, pressed his nose deep into the folds.
Mydei gasped, his hips seizing, but this time, Phainon was prepared. He held his thighs tight, gripping his hands around the lean muscle, and began to lap at the wet fluid running down the slick folds of Mydei's cunt, the strong bridge of his nose pushing against the small nub of his clit.
"You're so wet," Phainon groaned, lapping even harder at his pulsating hole, spreading his mouth open wide to taste every drop. If he hadn't been lying back on the bed, Mydei was almost certain his knees would have buckled from how badly they began to shake. "You're just so needy, Mydei. Doesn't matter how much I drink, you just start leaking even more."
Mydei squeezed his thighs again, and this time, Phainon released them, letting those thick thighs press against his head, shoving him deeper into Mydei's pussy. He ate like a man starving, and Mydei could only whimper and whine into the sheets, feeling every which way Phainon's tongue pressed deep into his wet hole. When Mydei jerked, his back arching off the weak bed and sending his back into a wicked arch, Phainon gripped at his hips and pulled him back down, grinding his face against the wet folds and slurping up everything that dripped out.
His hips rocked violently, urgently, moving with a vigor that Phainon met tenfold. When Mydei's walls started fluttering rapidly, desperately, Phainon pulled back, only to move up and start sucking and nipping at the small, adorable clit, sending Mydei reeling with a sharp whine. Phainon swirled his tongue around the clit, slow, smooth circles that edged Mydei closer and closer to the edge of his precipice.
Hands reached up to shove a couple more fingers into his cunt, and that, combined with the rapid-fire abuse of his clit, was all it took to push Mydei over the edge, a shattered moan ripping itself out of his chest and leaving his bones rattled. He shakily exhaled, his legs shaking, as he collapsed back onto the bed, letting his eyes fall shut as tiredness overtook him.
Phainon licked up the excess slick trailing down his thighs, giving Mydei's shaking little clit one last kiss before he pushed himself up, shoving himself through his thighs and making his way back up. Then, before Mydei could even react, he kissed him hard and fast, the lingering taste of his essence still rife of his tongue.
"You taste so good," Phainon groaned, licking desperately at his own lips. He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Wanna eat your pussy forever. Want to fuck it even more."
"Down, you mutt," Mydei grumbled, trying to recover from the absolutely brutal climax, pushing Phainon's slick stained face away. "You're a bad dog,"
"Woof," Phainon said cheekily, a dark grin on his face, before he leaned down a stole another kiss from Mydei. Then, he reached over, reaching towards the drawer, and after a couple of seconds of riffling, he pulled out what was surely an ancient bottle of lube.
"We're both going to get an STD if we use that," Mydei said quietly, his face scrunching up. "That thing probably hasn't been opened since the last era."
"Well, they don't have any condoms in here. It's your call, sweetheart, unless …" Phainon insisted, pressing a light kiss to his jaw. He smiled plaintively, moving back down. Two hands gripped the back of Mydei's thighs, pushing his ass up slightly, leaving him entirely exposed.
"HKS. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mydei growled, stuck looking at the ceiling once more. "If you try and fuck me dry, I'm leaving you with that boner in your pants."
"What was that word?" Phainon chuckled, pressing another pleasant kiss to Mydei's sensitive nub. He flicked at it with his tongue, trailing a long stripe from clit to hole, before pulling away and leaving his pussy to quiver. "Hai-kus? I've never heard such dialect before in all my travels!"
"Clearly, you don't travel enough, what, with your faulty pronunciation. Saying it in such a way would earn you nothing but mockery on my planet, Kremnos. It is my native tongue; I am calling you a hyena. A scheming, pathetic, weak hyena."
"Really, after I just ate you out?" Phainon sighed, almost pitifully, and placed his chin sadly on Mydei's thigh. "You truly are a hard one to please, dear Mydei."
… ? What did this bastard have to sound so sad for? Mydei huffed, his breath coming out choked. "Just get on with whatever you're planning, boy."
"Right! Just leave it to me!" Phainon said eagerly, a bright grin working its way onto his face, a grin that Mydei was very quickly learning came with nothing good.
Using one hand to slowly spread Mydei's pussy, Phainon quickly plunged two large, calloused fingers deep inside, causing Mydei to throw his head even farther back, a choked gasp ripping itself from his lips. Phainon pumped his fingers in and out, letting all the excess slick trail out of Mydei's cunt and pool at his hole. While one hand continued to play with his pussy, rubbing slow, torturous circles on Mydei's clit, the other reached down and began to finger his ass, sliding in one digit slowly, then two. He smeared Mydei's hole with his slick, prying the tight entrance open to prepare it for his cock.
"You're- hah- you're crazy," Mydei groaned, stretching his legs and trying not to moan too loudly with these paper-thin walls in the way.
"Just working with what I've got, baby," Phainon groaned, yanking his fingers out. He chuckled at the way that puckered, pink hole began to squeeze, open and waiting. He spread it open wider and placed a quick kiss against the rim, before he finally started to palm at his cock, slipping his briefs off and pressing the shaft lazily against Mydei's vagina, rutting it back and forth through the mess. Under his movements, the thin, metal frame of the bed creaked uselessly.
Mydei felt his throat dry at the sight of Phainon's fist flying over his cock, squeezing the hard shaft and pressing it against his torso, watching with wide eyes as it slapped heavily against his navel, twitching and drooling against his abdomen, just to show him how deep he'd be once he was inside of him.
Using his hand, Phainon continued to stroke up and down his throbbing length, eyes wide as he panted almost deliriously, his gaze never leaving Mydei's face. His strokes were slow, deliberate, every push up and down, squeezing out another bead of precum from the tip. Each throb of those heavy veins, each drop that mixed with his slick, had Mydei swallowing roughly around his fist.
"Hehe, Mydei, you haven't looked away from my cock since I pulled it out. Are you really that desperate? Have you never seen one this big before?" Phainon hummed, his voice low in his throat. Mydei swallowed, ripping his eyes away from the bulging cockhead to level him with another glare.
"Don't flatter yourself," Mydei's breath hitched, because that thing was massive, but he wasn't going to say that. Phainon's cock, almost ominously large and pressing against Mydei's torso like a foreboding warning, would surely hurt coming in. Yet, he could only lick his lips, almost entranced with the way it throbbed harder under his gaze, how the precum drooled out of the slit and landed on his cunt.
Just looking at Mydei's face, flushed and wanton and practically dripping with sweat, would've been enough to send Phainon straight over the edge. "You do this with anyone else, baby? You spread your legs so easily, would you have gone home with him if I wasn't there?"
It took Mydei a second to even remember who he was, far too focused on that heavy weight pressing against his abdomen, burning like a branding iron. He answered truthfully. "I was thinking about it, but … he wasn't really my type."
"Look who's being honest. Good boy," Phainon hummed approvingly, and Mydei twisted slightly, panting against the pillow as he pulled his head to the side.
Mydei huffed. "Don't get a big head. I never said you were really my type either."
An amused grin, pressed into the skin of Mydei's cheek as Phainon slowly began rutting his hard cock through the wetness of Mydei's cunt, sliding it up and down, practically soaking the hard shaft. "You didn't have to say anything, pretty thing. You're here with me, not him."
Phainon teasingly dragged his cockhead through the folds of Mydei's cunt, grinning at the way his pussy lips sucked and kissed at his cock like it was starving for it. Then, slowly, he dragged it down lower, pressing against Mydei's swollen hole and pushing himself all the way inside, inch by agonizing inch. Mydei's breath hitched, already feeling so full, even when Phainon's head had barely even breached his hole, popping in through the tight ring of muscle, all his for the taking.
"So," Phainon said, voice low. He stilled, causing Mydei to blearily blink up at him, confused as to why he had stopped. "Let's stop talking about some nobody when I'm inside of you."
Then, with a harsh thrust, Phainon slammed his cock straight into that wet and pliant hole, grabbing at the backs of Mydei's thigh and pressing his legs up, folding him in half, as he pushed his knees towards his head. He watched as that small hole opened and closed around his girth, desperately trying to suck him in deeper.
Mydei shrieked, a choked wail erupting from his chest as Phainon thrust in, molding his hole against the thick girth of his cock. He huffed, panting slightly, as adrenaline kicked in and started to make him seize. Phainon groaned, guttural and deep in his throat, as Mydei's insides squeezed around him pleasurably, massaging his shaft while he thrusted in slow, harsh circles, grinding as deep as he could possibly go, making sure Mydei felt the way his veins pressed up against every sensitive spot.
Phainon dragged his hips back, letting his head rest against the rim of muscle, then waited for a moment, watching enraptured at the way both of Mydei's holes seemed to stretch open and closed, begging for him with wet squelches. Phainon cooed, before he began to fuck into Mydei, setting a brutal pace.
The wet, lewd sounds began to fill the small motel room, until all Mydei could hear were the wet noises of skin against skin, Phainon's cock fucking deep into him, leaving, and then thrusting in again. The headboards banged against the walls heavily, surely creating dents in the weak drywall, rattling with every harsh slam of Phainon's hips against Mydei's ass.
Mydei threw his head back and tried to muffle his soft, whining moans, but they were simply driven out of him with every push of that cock, every organ it churned and pushed out of the way on its seemingly endless warpath to absolutely brutalize his colon.
"Wait, it's- too big-" Mydei moaned, shaking his head at the increased pressure, feeling the way his back began to arch off the bed as Phainon changed up his angle, thrusting up instead of down. A choked gasp remained stuck in his throat as he glanced at his torso, watching the way Phainon's cock drove into him and bulged out his stomach monstrously, pushing past his navel, and he could only whine pitifully as Phainon pressed against that indent, massaging his twitching cock against Mydei's insides.
Fuck, he could feel him in his throat.
"Such a greedy little pussy," Phainon sighed, almost chastizingly, as he scooped up some of the rampant slick that leaked down his cunt, smearing it down and around his shaft, stretching open Mydei's ass just a little more. "You told me you didn't want me to fuck it, so why is it dripping all over the sheets?"
"Noo …" Mydei whimpered, shaking his head, but his cunt continued to clench helplessly around nothing, milking a cock that wasn't there. Phainon sighed happily, leaning down to press another eager kiss on his lips. Raising himself back to full height, he lazily fucked into Mydei's slack hole, only leaving a couple of inches outside of that addictive warmth before pushing himself fully back in, sending Mydei jolting from his strong, quick thrusts. His fingers curled even tighter around Mydei's thighs, sure to leave bruises come morning, as he began to press him further against the headboard, deeper into the sheets.
"I'm going to ruin your hole," Phainon told him, voice easy and restrained, even as the head of his cock bumped up against Mydei's colon, treating it almost like the entrance of his womb. "Then, when I'm done, you're going to beg me to do the same to your cunt."
Mydei's eyes rolled up, his mouth falling open and his tongue lolling out slightly as Phainon began to increase the pace even more, small uh-uh-uh's leaving Mydei's throat in a flurry of restless moans. A quick press against his cunt, a flick of his click, and it was done.
Mydei came with a strangled scream, his pussy convulsing as slick squirted and drenched Phainon's shaft completely. The man watched with wide eyes, almost devouring him with his gaze, as Mydei's cunt seized and convulsed under his ministrations. Gritting his teeth together, he groaned lowly at the way that puffy, abused hole gaped open, fluttering helplessly. With a slow, unbearable pace, Phainon slid out of Mydei's ass, pulling at the wrecked muscle, watching with satisfaction at the way it managed to retain its breeders' shape, overflowing with borrowed slick and a mix of Phainon's precum.
All before slamming back inside, relishing in the way the man under him began to spasm as Phainon prodded as deep as he could go, pushing himself in balls to the hilt, sighing happily at the warmth and tightness around him, broken in by his cock.
"We're not done," Phainon groaned, pulling for only a moment to maneuver Mydei around, lifting him frighteningly easily by the waist and shoving him face forward into the sheets now. Phainon loomed over him like a man obsessed, gripping at his shaking ass and rubbing a strong hand against the shivering muscle, slowly slotting his still hard cock back where it belonged. "You can give me more, right, baby? Can you be a good, pretty little thing for me?"
"Yeah," Mydei whined, pushing back up against the base of Phainon's cock, groaning at the full, weighty feeling. Even if he really should've said no, I have an incredibly important meeting with Lady Aglaea tomorrow. That was a problem for future, hungover Mydei. "Phainon, please-"
"So good, so good for me," Phainon said, his voice lowering into a dreadful purr, as Mydei's insides twitched helplessly, grinding against that cock that continued to move at such an easy, relaxed pace, "Mydei, Mydei, I don't want us to ever be apart. Let's get married and stay together forever."
"Mhmm…" Mydei whined, and Phainon could only ruthlessly fuck into him harder, just to see how much more wrecked he could be, how much more he could break his mind open. Each languid thrust earned him such a pretty, perfect moan. Each push in and out had him whimpering. Tears, flush, and shining on his eyelashes, trailed down Mydei's face, falling onto the pillow behind him, and all Phainon wanted to do was see him cry more.
"Yeah, you like that? Like being my baby?" Phainon groaned, pumping his cock deeper, his pace quickly becoming rougher, more brutal. He leaned down and tilted his head, just so he could press heavy, needy kisses to Mydei's swollen lips, tugging and pulling until Mydei was certain he would begin to bleed, only to lean back up and lap at the tears staining his face, humming happily at the way. "You'd look so pretty in white, wouldn't you?"
He moaned at the way Phainon gripped his waist, quickly yanking him backwards and slotting Mydei fully onto his cock again, slowly ramping up the speed until Mydei had his face pressed fully into the bedsheets, his broken whines loud and hardly muffled as Phainon began breaking him in once more, leaking into the room and staining it with their debauchery. With the way he dragged him, forwards and back, practically impaling him deep on his cock, forcing his legs open wide for more room.
Mydei's head lolled back when Phainon grasped at his messy ponytail, leaning down to press his heavy chest against the small of Mydei's back, thrusting into him all the while. His hips began to move in a blur, delving into a brutal rhythm, and with a heavy groan, Phainon finally came, spilling his seed deep inside, grinding his heavy cock in thick circles to make sure Mydei milked out every drop he gave him.
"No!" Mydei wailed, his head twisting fruitlessly, his voice shaky from the abuse he had been putting it through. "Pull- pull out! I'll get pregnant!"
Phainon paused, then, slowly, he dragged his cock, letting the finally soft member drag out and rest against Mydei's ass, still drooling with his seed, slapping it harshly against Mydei's puffy rim. Cum mixed with slick poured from Mydei's ass like a leaky fountain, trailing down his thighs and pooling onto the sheets under him.
"No, uh, I don't think you will, actually," Phainon chuckled, a somewhat confused expression on his face. He patted at Mydei's clit, rubbing soft, gentle circles against it, a sharp contrast from only a couple of moments ago. Still, he had just come, and the motions sent sharp jolts up Mydei's spine.
"I can't-" Mydei sobbed, tears flowing down his face as Phainon began to push his cock back into his leaking hole, choking and stammering at the way their skin, flush and wet, smacked back against each other. Already, he could feel his release starting to build up once more, and he bucked against the hands bracing his waist. "Too much- stop getting hard!"
"You can take it, Mydei, look at how you leak against me, so full and pretty," Phainon murmured, pressing a bruising kiss to the back of his neck, pressing in deep beside his own spent cum, pushing it all out just to make more room for himself. Mydei let out a weak moan, something hollow, as Phainon pressed back in as deep as he could go, leaning down to cover Mydei's body almost completely with his own. "You can take it all. I'm not even close to being done."
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A couple of hours later, Mydei woke up with a sore throat, a migraine that was somehow worse than the one he'd had last night, and absolutely no idea how many times he and Phainon had had sex, and on how many different surfaces. He shuddered at the idea of someone putting a black light in this room. Against his ear, a thick breathing hit his nape. Phainon's face burrowed deeply into the juncture between his neck and his shoulder, snoring lightly, and Mydei couldn't resist the urge to press a hand against that white mop of hair, patting it softly. Phainon looked so much younger when he slept, his face soft and gentler than Mydei had seen him this entire night.
Slowly, Mydei sat up, coughing slightly at the dry feeling in his chest and at the absolutely brutal ache in his thighs. With a low grunt, he pulled Phainon away from his chest, yanking at the heavy hand that had wrapped around him tightly during the night, pulling them close to one another. At some point, a time Mydei couldn't remember for the life of him, he'd been pleasantly cleaned up. Somehow, the only scent that lingered on Mydei was that very same faint burning that had trailed over Phainon like a burning match.
Then, with a quick apology to his legs, Mydei stood up from the bed, wincing at the way it creaked under his weight. With quick, hurried movements, he slipped on his clothes from last night. For the first time in years, he wished he wore an actual shirt. Anything to cover up the hickies on his neck, maybe something gentler on his abused nipples.
With a soft sigh, Mydei glanced back into the room. Phainon was still curled up in the sheets Mydei had draped over him, huffing softly in his sleep as he nuzzled against where Mydei had once been lying.
Maybe, he would've left a note, apologizing for his sudden and unwarranted absence. Roused him from slumber just to bid him farewell. Maybe he even would have stayed for a cup of coffee, a shower together, anything.
The buzz of his phone sent him reeling, everything overwhelming him in a way that felt almost sickening. With one final glance at the man's open, sleeping form, Mydei pulled on his shoes and stepped out of the small, lonely motel room, letting the door fall shut behind him.
Bringing his phone to his ear, Mydei stepped into the elevator, his voice groggy. "Wha-"
"Antimatter Legion was here, I need your help with civilians," Boothill's synthetic voice, coursed with an unfamiliar and dreadful panic, had Mydei freezing in the lobby of the motel. His breath stuck in his voice; he sputtered slightly. Then, without another glance at the receptionist, he placed a couple of 20-dollar bills on the table, hoping to Lan that it would be enough to settle the bill, and then took off in a mad dash.
"What the hell do you mean antimatter legion?" Mydei stammered, ignoring the slight ache in his lower back as he made it closer to the mainland. He clutched the phone closer to his ear as he began signalling down a star-cruiser.
"I don't know," Boothill said, voice thick. "Argenti and I, the damn bar, everything was completely overrun last night by those motherfudgers, had to have been at least a hundred. Then they just disappeared. Not before absolutely trashing everything in a 50-mile radius. Where the heck have you been? I've been calling you for hours!"
"That doesn't make any sense," Mydei ignored Boothill's question, stepping into the star-cruiser, his mind flickered to Phainon, who he had left defenceless and alone in a shady motel, and he cursed under his breath. He didn't have time to go back anymore, not when Boothill, hard-strung and confident, was practically begging for his aid. "The Legion doesn't just give up and stop destroying. If there are that many, that means-"
"A Lord Ravager isn't far behind," Boothill cursed, the heavy clang of metal indicating that he had slapped himself on the forehead. "Fudge, a direct attack? On little old Stareen? Don't they have anything better to do? Trying to understand these fudgers is giving me a headache. Mydei, get here now. I need you to get these civilians evacuated."
The line went dead, and Mydei cursed, clicking his phone off and pressing his head into his hands. He was going to need ibuprofen for this headache.