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The fight was over.
Many were the losses.
Many were the injured.
Many were the wounds and scars that only time would mend...
Illuga's heart skipped a high beat the moment the warriors returned and curse his height as he couldn't see amongst the crowd.
His heart continued to clench and twist inward, tight and tighter still, his nerves are going absolutely crazy, his stomach hurt, sweating like he'd ran a marathon...
His eyes were burning and he swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to take a peak at whom the people welcomed and cheered for.
His heart hammered and suddenly, he was pushing amongst the crowd, afraid and very much anxious, in a hurry, nervous as all hell...
The young man was short of breath, eyes wide and jaw parted, he felt like he was going to get sick.
He pushed...and pushed... panting... searching...
...the conversation they had earlier, constantly replaying in his head, as if on rewind,
“...Just promise me you'll come back in one piece, alright?” Gods, he sounded so desperate, he remembers...
“Hah. For you, Master Illuga, how could I refuse?” ...and what a response Flins' was... Teasing, as per fucking usual, but a promise nonetheless, ...right?
Right?
…
When the young captain finally made it to the merry welcoming party, out of breath, heart skipping and stumbling, pulse...thundering...
His eyes searched all around him. He must have looked like such a confused and disheveled mess as everyone quieted and stared at him in concern.
No, no... He promised!
He gave me his word!
He began to feel dizzy, legs wobbly-- No sign of Flins... No sign of that tall brooding figure with the long and flowing nightly hair...
His eyes caught a soldier and a single name stumbled out of his mouth, “Flins?”
The soldier blinked and looked around him nervously.
Illuga began to fear for the worst- No! Impossible! Their enemy this tme was dangerous but surely Flins is-
And before the young man died of cardiac arrest,
...sweet, sweet familiarity,
“Young Master?”
…
Illuga didn't even register how fast his legs moved.
Like a puppet pulled by its strings...and yanked and thrown miserably at another.
...
He practically tackled him to a hug, the sturdier leather clad figure pining them both in place, preventing what would have been a fall.
His exhaled breath and relieved sighs turned into sobs and quiet cries, trembling fingers digging into his back.
The young man's heart raced, relieved, moved, happy...
He didn't register that he was practically hugging a man he'd never hugged before, like he'd never hugged anyone before, like he was about to disappear, like... like...
Like they were lovers.
The background laughs and cheers were a white noise.
Deep down, there was an embarrassment to be felt at being seen at such a state in so open a place, with so many prying eyes...
His face was hot-- possibly as red as his earring, yet he didn't care.
The only things the young man focused on in that moment was Flins-- really Flins; alive, well, safe, heart is beating... check, check, check...
He felt goosebumps rile at his skin at the feel of gentle hands melting into his silvery hair, a caress, an intimate gesture, holding him in place, like he'd belonged...
Like they were lovers.
. . . . .
The night cheers came and went, and Illuga could hardly steer clear of Flins, even taking shots and drinking by his side as they celebrated and sang by the bonfire.
Normally, he'd be more well-mannered. Resolved.
Flins doesn't get drunk easily yet he took it easy, nevertheless, oftentimes glancing down at the small- and now adorably clingy- figure of the captain seated by his side, nuzzling to his shoulder like a cat who demanded attention from its owner, a half drunken cup-- too large for his hands-- held firmly in his delicately small digits.
Flins had dark intentions, yet maintained his lust and hunger beneath his noble and well-mannered facade. So well-kept, he was... Well-kept and put together, indeed.
There was a sadistic pleasure to be had... knowing that a pure and noble soul such as Illuga was so enamored of him... clinging to him now and refusing to leave his side, drinking and acting so out of character... Every pervert's dream: A cute angel ever so needy and clingy...
The ancient Ratnik realizes the young man's father was staring silent daggers at him, no doubt displeased, often trying to pry drinks out of his son's hands, whom in turn whined and clung to Flins further, further making the older man's blood boil.
Flins once more darkly glanced at Illuga, whose face was flushed as he stole glances at him, biting his small lower lip, a tidal wave of adorable pink spread over his face from ear to ear, eyes glassy, he couldn't look any less wanton if he tried... He craved the fae terribly.
Realizing that Flins was looking at him too, there was no use in acting as timidly as he usually did and glance away, no... Happy and elated that the fae was back, the corners of his quivering lips would curl to a small smile-- a soft giggle...
Flins' resolve defied a red blooded man's-- then again he was no mere man...
Ever so mischievously, he thinks he doesn't need to lean in so intimately- especially with Nikita watching-- so close to Illuga's ear, while the others sang more sea shanties, sighing a hot breath against his ear, “Tired, Young Master?”
It was a simple inquiry-- he didn't need to lean in like that...
Yet he did it with an intention to make...possibly some kind of a statement.
He did enjoy how riled up he was making his father feel... or how uneasy it made the other men...
He was stealing their beloved Illuga, after all.
At his inquiry, Illuga looked at him, brows furrowed, gaze so needy and glassy, so...diabolically adorable, and he had to purse his lips again, pouting, pressing them together, “...no...” He whispered, shaking his head.
There was a realization that their faces were close.
Too close.
Yet it was like they were the only two people in the world in those mere seconds, just...lustfully staring at each other.
…
Flins should behave himself--
And yet Flins leans in again, “Every man here wishes to tear me limb from limb, most of all your father...” His hand finds his petite shoulders, fingers delicately tapping, teasing, voice lowering, lips closing further to his earlobe, his neck, “You are such a minx, Young Master.”
Nikita was practically glaring at him now.
But Flins smirks, watching the young man's face redden even more, his throat bobbing, leaning his head back, smile curling upward even more, warm, beautiful, his eyes find Flins again, their lips are inches apart, “Correct me if I'm reading too much into this but... that means you find me to be that desirable,” He gulped again, unsure, adorable timidness resurfacing, smile fading, expression so...desperate and seeking, ...seeking approval, “...don't you?”
Flins chuckles softly at this, flirtatiously leaning down, successfully prying the drink from Illuga's hands and chugging it himself, his lips pressed to where Illuga's were, lingering, an indirect kiss.
He can feel Illuga watching him, sighing, swallowing another lump in his throat, “Mister Flins, I...” His voice was becoming almost inaudible due to the loud singing in the background, prompting him to giggle and sit on his knees, pulling Flins down by his arm, “I'm thankful that you came back for me- er...” He laughs, presses his forehead against his shoulder and shaking his head, as if realizing the mistake in the suddenness of how he blurted his words- “...thankful that you're back. Alive. Period.” He chuckles, gently punches Flins' lap, “...gods dammit...” It was as if he's reprimanding himself now, mumbling, “...you know what I mean.” He lowered his voice.
Flins could only smile at that, his hand finding Illuga's as he set aside the finished cup, both of them marveling at the size difference in their hands as Flins held Illuga's hand gently atop of his palm, watching as the younger's digits seeked his to sliding in between, intertwining their fingers, holding Flins close.
What a beautifully intimate moment.
“Thank you for coming back.”
“You already said that.”
He feels Illuga looking at him again and he turns to meet his gaze, “Take me to your place.”
…
There is a stunning determination and firmness in his multicolored eyes, the crimson rings deep within burning holes into Flins, the low and soft tone of his voice melting Flins' heart, melting away all his decent behaviors and facades in that moment.
His gaze was feral, but only in that moment for he collected himself before a growl slipped out of his parted mouth, breathing heavily, but inaudibly...
In his eyes, Illuga was the most beautiful yet dangerous creature in that moment, stripping him bare of his gentlemanly and noble mask and chivalrous nature.
He should probably refuse- it is doubtlessly the young man's first time. He should probably allow him to express his options in a more old fashioned and “healthy” way. He should probably get himself a nice subservient girl around his age than-
But it is Illuga that stands, sluggishly, holding Flins' large hand in two of his smaller hands, giggling softly, “Come'on.”
Flins stands, light, he feels like a phantom hovering over gravity, enclosing his hand around Illuga's, allowing himself to be lead away.
Nikita stands across from his son and Flins is then reminded that a world exists outside of Illuga and himself.
There's a disapproving and concerned look in his old and tired face.
It must have activated a protective nature in Illuga as he held Flins' hand tighter at that, frowning at his father.
“Illuga, you should call it a night.” He starts.
Flins finds the situation to be awkward yet can't help his curiosity in all of it...
A part of him feels guilty for a father wishing to protect his son and preserve his innocence...
Another part of him is a hungry beast, waiting to be sated...
He really was the villain here, wasn't he?
“I am.” The youngest responds defiantly, firm, low, but never harsh.
In that situation, Flins could not help but liken Illuga to a baby bird whose learned how to fly, now desperately trying to leave its nest...
“Illuga...”
Nikita is staring at him- now knotting his brows angrily.
Flins wonders if he should say anything- he always has something to say, after all.
But Illuga is so impatient-- and so so horny for the fae, apparently, “Supplies, old man...” What kind of an excuse is that?
He begins to walk away, tugging Flins with him.
And Nikita just stands there, scoffing in defeat, obviously not buying the excuse, “Supplies, huh? ...at this hour?” His voice is low and tired and Flins knows he loves Illuga enough to not argue or try to upset him.
Illuga smiles, realizing his own sarcasm, “Yup. Goodnight, pops!”
Flins smiles and tries to make light of the situation, looking over his shoulder at Nikita as they walked, “Who am I to refuse the Young Master?~”
Another scoff from Nikita and the large man crosses his arms, “Just make sure he gets home safe after...”
It's like the old man forgot his son was a squad captain.
Regardless, he politely waves over his shoulder.
…
When they board a boat, Illuga gently pulls Flins towards him to the railing, not even minding the cranky captain behind them that barely agreed to sail them to Flins' “creepy desolate graveyard island,” as he'd called it.
The nightly cool air was nice and young Illuga clearly enjoyed the breeze, laughing and throwing his head back, Flins' arms caging him in protectively so that he wouldn't fall.
The sight of his neck was delicious, already envisioning him underneath him later, his beautiful silvery hair gently bellowing with the wind.
“Supplies?” The fae started, arching a brow knowingly.
Another giggle and Illuga stood upright- dangerously close to Flins- so close their bodies were touching- so close their bodies' heats was permeating into one another- so close that Illuga allowed Flins to slide a leg between his.
The younger man grinned and nodded, a hand on the older man's hip, “Mm.” ...hand scaling upward, digits of fingers scanning abs, chest...
Flins was leveling his head to his as Illuga had also pulled him down, “Me, myself, and I...”
Their lips were inches apart, grinning softly, both of them, Illuga's childish mischievous nature coming out and teaming up with Flins' audaciousness... What a combo.
Flins grinned, lips a brush away, grinning still, “And what divine supplies I have procured...” He grabs the boy's chin, “I must say this is your best delivery yet.”
“Yeah?” Illuga is utterly enchanted, breath shaky, fog escaping their mouths and noses due to the cold, his heart was racing, he grinned weakly, lips waiting in anticipation.
Flins' grin merely widened- just a tad- showing teeth- showing a hunger.
…
In the cold night of Flins' return from a dangerous and perilous battle, in the lonely boat ride to his home,
Illuga shared his first ever kiss with the fae.
Flins pushed his mouth to his and they both melted into each other, desperately, Illuga's hands finding each side of the older man's face- the exchange of heat in their mouths was insane.
...insanely good.
Flins' mouth moved with a dominance and a hunger, leading the other on, tongues hot, colliding against one another.
His hands found the younger Ratnik's hips, and he pushed him towards him with a sudden daring roughness, squeezing his hips, earning him a gasp from the boy, causing him to part his mouth further for him, deepening the kiss, devouring his mouth.
Even out in the open, just a little drunk- just a little..., Illuga moaned against the older man's mouth, holding him tighter, spreading his legs for him to allow him to thrust his hips into him dryly.
As indecent as all this was... They were both hot and horny for one another.
It's like it was a long time coming.
He hummed and moaned, throwing his head back as Flins continued to mouth and kiss at his neck, causing him to giggle and writhe, “...gods...” He sighed deeply, holding the man closer.
"You should apologize to your father when you see him next." See, he wasn't a complete monster.
"I know... I know..." And adorable Illuga was still an angel.
He grinned and rubbed his knee against the young man's stiffening nether regions, causing him to gasp and quiver.
His moans died in Flins' mouth as he kissed him.
Right now...
This is all that mattered.
Illuga sighed and threw his head back for him- more lingering searing kisses at his neck...
“...melt me away.” He breathed out- a strange thing to blurt out.
They couldn't keep their hands and mouths off of each other, even like this, out in the open...
Even when they arrive and he swears they were cussed out by the captain upon announcing their arrival, the pair could only laugh.
Flins even scooped up Illuga in his arms (with ridiculous ease) bridal-style and exited the boat, carrying him like this all the way to his shack.
…
Once they were finally alone in Flins' little modest home, they were instantly at each other's mouths again, kissing and shoving against walls and Flins giving up and hiking the boy over his shoulder, taking him to his room.
Illuga chuckled and ultimately had the older man obediently sit and wait on the edge of the bed- “Rare for you to listen to my instructions.” He exclaimed, placing a hand on his shoulder as he stood between his legs.
And Flins just stared and hit him with the perfect response, “I have returned to you, have I not?”
“...”
Illuga is reminded of himself earlier that night, worried sick and beyond himself.
The silverette's brows furrow sadly and as if in disbelief still, he cups Flins' handsome face to affirm that he's really here, alive and well, warm-bodied and all. He gulps and nods, “...yes.” He breathes. His eyes are glassy. His eyes are hot. He forces a warm smile, sniffing, “Yes, you have.”
He suddenly pulls Flins' head to his chest, hugging him for a moment, shivering, feeling Flins wrap an arm around his waist.
They linger like that for a moment, basking in each other's presence.
Is this what it means to find one's sanctuary?, he wondered.
Illuga sighs and places a lingering kiss on Flins' head, feeling his heart fill up to the brim, his pulse, a mad thundering and ringing, as was the beat of his heart, his nerves... knots in his stomach, knotted and twisted and messed up...
He kisses his head again and parts from him-- back to what he originally intended:
And then, right in front of Flins' seated and anticipated form,
Illuga begins to strip for him.
. . .
One by one, layer by layer...
Flins watches every move, inks it all in his book of memories...
With every layer of clothing removed, the small Illuga becomes even smaller.
The more exposed ivory skin, the more he cutely blushes in places.
He was like a doll- yet the scars that mapped his petite and lean body in places gave him a certain sophistication in character and quality...
There was very little muscle- hardly any at all, but gods...
“You're beautiful.”
Flins was enchanted.
Illuga felt exposed.
He felt vulnerable.
But it's okay if it's Flins, he thinks.
Here he was, naked as day, standing before this man whom prior to this day he had never even held in this manner... never even dated... all that existed between them was a heavy sexual tension that hung in the air... and of course their working and friendly relationship.
And yet... they both knew that they always liked each other.
Many were the times in which Flins would stare at the boy or even stalk him in missions.
And many still were the times in which Illuga knew and had done nothing about it, goading him on.
Truth is,
Illuga enjoyed the attention given to him by Flins.
It was a different kind of attention than he would normally grant others.
Illuga was special.
Quietly, he walked towards the mesmerized fae, whom stared at him dangerously.
“Lord Flins...” He started lowly, holding his shoulder as he pressed his now bare knee on the older man's thigh, his mouth found his ear and he thinks, it's not fair that Flins is always the one teasing him and so he whispers something diabolical, “Be gentle. It's my first time.”
. . .
He already sees the darkness hovering over Flins' form, the dangerous lightning glint in his eyes.
And yet...
The miracle of the man, he holds back and instead smiles a warm and heartwrenching smile, cupping the boy's beautiful face,
“For you, Master Illuga, how could I refuse?”
...
There he says it again...
…
Truly...
How can a man be so perfect?
…
At that very same night,
Illuga loses his virginity to Flins.
They make love late into the night.
And... Oh, so much other things...
...
Not a single spot...left untouched by his lips...
Illuga lay naked, melted onto the sheets, head thrown back, Flins head once more between his legs.
He pleasured himself in pleasing him, moaning as he sucked him off.
The younger Ratnik would cry and moan and sing his praise and approval, like a nightingale.
...his little golden nightingale.
Even as the night continued, the weather worsening outside, all the rain and thunder...
The room was filled with moans, Flins' manly grunts as he would thrust into him in many a'positions, ...all the obscene sex noises.
And truly what a sight to behold Flins was: Sculpted and perfectly muscular body of pure alabaster, glistening with sweat, grunting as he held Illuga's ankle up and thrust into him.
Illuga moaned and cried, kissing him deeply when he leaned down to him, prompting the older man to thrust faster.
They would fly, releasing each other from the confines of gravity, over and over again, holding each other, kissing and exchanging heat, bodies sweaty and glistening like pearls- not a single word needed to be exchanged.
Even when Illuga can move no longer, body still given to Flins to do as he wishes, caging the young man underneath him as he penetrated him yet again-- it feels wonderful. Hot. Amazing. Painful.
But they were becoming one, again and again, their bodies dissolving into one another
Illuga dug his fingers deep into his back, sighing into his mouth as he kissed him deeply yet again,
...each kiss becoming more and more desperate,
…...each expression transferring from mischievous to genuine to...so painfully inlove.
He held his face in his smaller hand, watching as a rare expression took over...
And Illuga realized he'd never seen the fae look serious- ever, long hair cascading by each side of his face like a curtain, saving his visage but only to him...
They were in their own world...
Flins and Illuga...
Illuga and Flins...
“...was I ever in your thoughts...when you left?” Why would Illuga ask this now?
Flins' expression never wavered as he just stared, deeply, and oh-so-meaningfully, “All the time.” He said.
Illuga quivered, brows furrowed, eyes glassy, “...yeah?”
Flins smiles, descending his lips to his, “At every hit... I would think of you, your tears... Deep down, my number one priority, Young Master, was to return to you.”
“Flins...”
A peck at his lips, soft, he wipes his tear, “...so that you wouldn't feel alone.”
“I'm-” He sniffed, forcing a smile, “I'm not... alone.” He coped.
“You are so beautiful.” He sighs deeply into his mouth, kissing and hugging him, tighter, obsessively, it was like...
Like they were lovers.
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