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The sound of it all was horrifying to the observer, but he wasn’t an observer, and he didn’t truly care if he had an audience or not for the absolute carnage he had wrought within the last four and a half days of tireless, unending battle. His foot cracked through the ribs of a fallen something, their organs already beginning to mix with the rest of the dead. No identity would be had in death, not when he was the one who wrought it. 

In the distance, an arm raised from the sea of gore, clearly hoping for a savior or some hint of hope amid the perfect silence of the otherwise-empty battlefield. The man’s eyes focused on it instantly. It was his prey. He wasn’t going to let anything make it out of there alive. Not this time. Not after what he had seen.

He was to the surviving thing in an instant, his golden claws stained deep red were already mid strike when he heard his prey speak.

“Thank you.”

His claws stopped a hair’s breadth from the throat that had just thanked him, and he cocked his head to the side as he stepped backwards, withdrawing his claws to better observe the anomaly he was now dealing with. A low growl turning into a short series of chirps was how he addressed the thing. He hadn’t yet mastered speaking their language even if he was one technically one of their kind. His tongue and mouth simply hadn’t truly figured it out, but he understood perfectly. He could hear and comprehend and read the languages of all the things that lived here, and the things like him were the things with the hardest words to say. That was not on him, that was their fault for having a stupid, babbling means of communication that used too much to say nothing and yet they never had enough of the correct words to make him understand what it was that they wanted or needed from him.

The thing he was observing now was one of the ones like himself, though far more pale in complexion. Had the thing not spoken, he would have assumed it to surely be dead for the pallid tone that carried from the flesh to the eyes to even the thing’s hair. He blinked at it, watching how its chest rose and fell with shocking regularity despite being painted with the viscera of the surrounding field, and he was confused that it was watching him just as intently as he was watching it. He had never, in his entire life, seen something be so unafraid of him even when faced with the absolute certainty of being torn to shreds being mere moments from coming true.

Not a damned thing could have prepared him for this encounter. Not a single, titan-damned thing would have been capable of getting him to believe that this would ever possibly happen to him under any circumstances.

The hand that had reached into the air earlier reached now for his own, causing him to flinch and the thing to give a weak chuckle in response. He refused to cower at the strange thing he had found, so he moved in closer, doing his best to not shred it with his claws. The bloodied garment of another thing was covering this one, and he peeled the rotted fabric away, exposing the body of a man very much like himself, though one who had been shackled.

Ah. This is…

He had tried to make sure every victim of the horrors he had seen were properly killed. He refused to let them suffer further than they already had. He delighted in rending the flesh from bone when it came to the people who had done such horrid things to those beings in the first place. He couldn’t stand sights like that, and he was positive he had massacred every last one of the group’s victims.

He looked at the body of the man more closely, noting that he wasn’t met with resistance or any true reaction other than the man’s eyes following him and his breath faltering if touched wrong or in a place that was sore. This man had been a captive, yes, but they hadn’t gotten to him yet. They hadn’t defiled him or his heart or his mind yet. And, as he found by accidentally nicking the man’s arm, his blood remained pure as well. He still bled gold.

He clicked this tongue against the back of his throat three times and let out a series of chirps that, for him, asked if the man could stand, though it was very unlikely the man could comprehend him. Eyes the colour of rain-soaked sky closed briefly before a shake of the head followed.

“No, I don’t think I can.”

His eyes went wide at that as he jumped back, remaining in his crouched position. His throat crackled in an inquisitive fashion.

“It’s the bindings,” the voice was weak as it came from the man, “they drain all of my strength. I can not remove them, and I can not–” the man began to cough heavily, and the one who found him felt suddenly protective, rushing in to bring the man to sit up so he wouldn’t choke on himself, the heavy, cast iron manacles were burning the pale man’s flesh though he did not cry in pain from it. “The iron, it binds me.”

His head tilted as he let out a few clicks, again questioning the man’s meaning. Though, he could just as easily destroy the shackles, solving the issue handily.

The rain-grey eyes looked at him, they were hollow versions of something that had clearly supposed to have been brighter. “I do not fear death, if you wish to kill me.” The soul behind those eyes was bled dry; starving for anything that it could get— he knew the feeling well.

He shook his head and, with a single slice of his claw through the solid iron, cut through one, two, three, four, five rings of iron that held the man and had seared his flesh so badly that it would surely scar or rot away. As gently as he could manage, he lifted the man into his arms, a series of long, stuttering clicks explained that he was bringing the man to a safe place– one far from monsters like the ones who now painted this ravine with their former existence.

“Heh,” the man shook his head and leaned his face into his neck,the man’s breath tickling against his throat. “I will repay you, when I am better. Thank you, Mydeimos.”

He stopped mid-stride as he heard the man say his name out loud. It was a name that most of his kind had feared and refused to utter, and considering that it was usually a name that was paired with stories of sights like the picturesque field of death around him, he was not one to fault them for it.

“Yes, I know how you are, Mydei,” That breath on his neck felt… good. “I had hoped, when I heard them screaming about the carnage being wrought, that it would be you.” Another oddly sweet laugh that made Mydei feel strange was breathed into his neck. “The golden savior of the damned, I’m glad it was you.”

He let out another inquisitive chirp.

“I’ve never had any reason to fear you, that’s why.” The man nuzzled his face into Mydei’s neck now,and Mydei made an involuntary noise that, for him, was definitely a lot closer to an insult about someone’s mother, but to normal folk, a simple sound of shock. “I’m tired, and you smell nice. I’m gonna… nap here for now.” The man promptly nodded off, adjusting himself so he could be more comfortable in the crook of Mydei’s neck.

‘I smell good? I’m covered in blood and guts and probably shit and vomit too. There is no way that I smell ‘nice’.’

Even though he was incredibly miffed, he continued carrying the man back to where he had currently made himself a home. 

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The facility was once a white building; sterile, tall, large reflective windows, and a  big sign out front that hid what was going on inside. It was a place where people were happily employed if they didn’t know what horrors were happening in the rooms with higher clearance required. The kind of place where a clean conscience was impossible to have since you ended up being a conspirator just by taking their money and answering the door.

It was the kind of place that Mydei kept destroying. 

Time and time again, he would find places that would seem to be beautiful and pristine on the outside, kind smiles and friendly greetings from the people who were unaware, but the second that someone who knew that they were part of a sick and twisted machine that churned out more and more monsters, killed more and more children, tore apart more and more homes, it was those people who would run the moment they caught sight of him. The people who ran made it clear that the place needed to be demolished, and demolish it, Mydei did.

He had no voice; one of these people had stolen it from him, and he wasn’t about to let that person escape his grasp if he had the chance to kill them. The organization beneath it all was called Khaslana Industries, and the person who was directly responsible had two different coloured eyes and a voice like metal grating on stone. The person had, with absolute glee, torn apart his throat while he was awake and removed something his body couldn’t replace, he was laughing as he did so, bizarre words leaving his mouth about how he would be able to ‘finally sweet-talk the god of Strife with this useless child’s voice’, and it made Mydei’s blood boil. He had been far too young at the time to recall what his exact actions were that day, all he knew was that he had stopped having a home to return to, and he had to personally kill many of the people he had loved and cherished deeply.

Khaslana Industries had mutated them; infecting them somehow and twisting their bodies into something despicable and grotesque, some were turned into mindless monsters, others were used as waking experiments for how far someone with golden blood could be pushed before they perished, or what would happen if this or that was done to them. This is why Mydei hated them. This is why Mydei wanted to destroy their very being as quickly and completely as he could, and tear apart the bastard who mangled his body beyond repair the second he got the chance.

Mydei learned to wield the blood garnet quickly; it was nearly second nature at this point. He used them to shatter buildings at their weakest points, demolishing them with speed and as close to precise measure as he could. Sometimes the building’s collapse was a faster death than anything Mydei could provide with his hands. He had gotten so completely accustomed to slicing everything apart with his golden claws that he found among the ruins of his home in a secret trove mentioned in a book kept by the royal family. He found his way back to Castrum Kremnos specifically to find the golden armor that would allow him to more easily rend flesh from bone; to end the lives of those who suffered and were corrupted beyond saving. 

He read every book he could find in the event he was able to find an antidote for the madness, the corruption, or his own wretched lack of a voice. He could find very little that was helpful in regards to any of those things, and he typically scared the humans around him far too much for them to hear his plight. A man whose voice was torn from him through sheer force yet held no scar to prove it, so, to the public, he was merely a savage mute who would return to his makeshift home completely drenched in gore. No one would ever stand in his way or look twice as he lived to survive and save lives without much in the way of thanks. 

Only a few times he was stopped by officials who were concerned about the safety of the public, and Mydei could only caw at them with exasperation in response, weary from the energy he had spent; he wouldn’t be bothered, or helped, after such encounters by anyone. He was seen as a threat who was completely unapproachable, yet outside of the days he returned covered in blood and outside of the days he wore his golden armor, he was seen by some of the citizens for who he truly was; a man who wanted to help. He would trade labor for food and shelter. The ladies who lived nearby would defend him whenever people would come by to try to harass him, and he would help them with their laundry or baking. The children enjoyed when he was free to play with, as he was more patient than most of their fathers, and supposedly prettier than their mothers or sisters, which they would get chided for by each other or he would scoff at easily making the children giggle as they wove flowers and feathers into his hair and dragged him through the streets so freely despite them being a whole quarter his size. The men by the docks appreciated him, even if he refused to get in the water, as he was able to haul in boats that even the strongest among them had difficulty with, and he could easily wrestle with creatures many times his size if they got dragged ashore.

The people who feared him never truly took the time to know him. That was why they never saw past the blood-soaked man in golden armor who could decimate an entire city in a single afternoon. They could never see the man who liked to sleep under the shade of a maple tree while chimera played and lounged nearby. They would never be able to conceive of the man who loved being able to perfect a recipe, finish a terrible book, or drink pomegranate juice with goat milk simply because he adored the blushed pink colour the milk caused when mixed in.

He was the sort of man who would have loved to read stories to the children, fend off the old men and women who tried to get him to go on dates with their children. He would love to start a beautiful garden, build a grand library or maybe even a farm if he had the opportunity to do so. He truly wanted to live a peaceful life away from the blood and gore he constantly wrought. He could even see himself opening up some form of school or orphanage to take care of children who needed his help, because his heart truly held the world’s future in the highest regard.

His average encounter with one of the Institute’s offices ended in a cacophonous rain of soot, rubble, fire, and blood while he freely liberated conspirators from their mortal shells and the victims from their fleshy prisons.

He was a harbinger of death and war.

He was a god among men.

He saved the souls of the damned and condemned.

“Mydeimos, Blood-soaked Tyrant, Mad King of Kremnos, Returns Home Covered in Blood Once Again.”

“Mydeimos, Golden-clad, Voiceless Warrior Prince, Destroys Research Facility.”

“Mydeimos the Immortal: None Survive His Wrath. None Can Parry His Blade.”

Mydei sighed as he read the newest articles that had been written about him, they were almost universally garbage that portrayed him as some sort of mass-murderer, and he was always irritated that not a single damn person ever bothered to ask him what his opinions were or why he did what he did. Not like he was truly able to respond to them anyway. Most reporters didn’t want to speak with a man who communicated through awkward clicks and who would rather just write everything down.

“Our Golden Hero Mydeimos, the Man of Few Words but Not of Small Heart, Once Again Displays His Golden Kindness.”

That article piqued his interest as he clicked at the page, picking up the paper from the stand. That shop was one of his regular stops on his usual strolls through town, and whenever he could give Pelios a hand, the man was very grateful for it. He let Mydei have whatever materials interested him, as Pelios swore he ‘still owed Mydei a debt for saving his daughter’s life’. Mydei wanted to pay him, but like many other people who had gotten to know him, the man was stubborn and refused payment. Mydei stashed the papers and small books in the bag he carried with himself, as well as grabbing a small pressed flower bookmark for the little girl whose cat had passed away the day before. The flower matched the cat’s eyes, and the girl had been rather heartbroken, so he was going to make an effort to cheer her up. The girl’s brother was the one taking care of her, and they scrounged around for the basic necessities until Mydei had gotten involved, finding them a stable roof over their heads and a place for the brother to work as well as the girl to attend school. He really didn’t do much regarding this, it had been his neighbor who arranged everything when he showed up with a young girl in his arms and a young man by his side while it was pouring out. The dots connected themselves. The lady next door, Gorgo, was very kind that way. She took the children in and fed them, helped them get on their feet, and Mydei was the one who showed the brother how to repair the ceiling to the home that was found for them to keep it clear of rain and debris. He took great pleasure in helping people find where they belonged, and it was the main reason he made sure he was successful in his efforts to destroy the organization that wanted to dismantle the very peace he worked so hard to achieve one day at a time.

He worked alone because no one could understand him, and no one could keep up with him as he sped across the landscape, hounding the criminals while they did their best to evade him, running from the death he was sure to bring them.

And then, out of the blue, a victim called out “Thank you.” and his life was changed forever. In the grandest and most violent possible world, in the most desperate of situations, his armored foot crunching through the ribs of some fucking thing that was part of what was killing the world, a sole, untainted survivor thanked him.

Despite being drenched in blood and viscera of the monsters Mydei killed without prejudice, he found a single, solitary person who survived. And that man he saved knew his name, his reputation, and the crazy things that people said about him; yet he was thanked. A man so beautiful that his world was suddenly a different colour, and it all vibrated at a different frequency. The man’s skin was electric to touch, and his eyes were mesmerizing to look into even before the colour started coming back to them. He knew he didn’t have to help the man bathe or eat, but he enjoyed doing both. He enjoyed watching the water roll down the pale skin and the way it seemed to sing along the surface of his body in ways that made him want to do things he had never wanted to do before outside of with— no, never mind that memory for now. 

The article that called him a hero, he opened it before he returned home, and he found that inside there was an illustration of him holding the man he had found there. The illustration was clear in how he was cradling the man close despite the size of the silver-haired mystery, and he bit his thumb as he scanned the article.

Mydeimos, our local heroic beauty, found a survivor amid the carnage of his last daring battle against the duplicitous KAOS organization that seeks to eradicate all people born with golden blood. Who is this survivor? We are not sure, but it is absolutely a marvel that one came back at all. We would have approached Mr. Mydeimos directly, but he was very much in a no-nonsense mood and didn’t look all too pleased with whatever he had just gone through. We are going to keep you updated if we find out anything else on the matter, but don’t worry, Starlight Citizens! The Moles are on the case!

Mydei covered his face as he laughed soundlessly at the article. The author was a young woman he frequently kept an eye on when her father was too busy to do so when she was younger, and it was admirable that she was trying to boost his reputation this way. He smiled that she didn’t exactly hide who she was with such a declaration, either. His laughter, while largely silent, filled the air with colour and warmth. At least there was one journalist out there who was willing to call him a good person without spinning it strangely. He truly appreciated the effort she made.

He knocked on the doorway to the home of the brother and sister, and he was greeted by a somber version of the girl who was usually radiant bubbles and rainbows. He squatted down to her level and offered her a hug with a few chirps, and she accepted before bawling her eyes out into his shoulder. 

“Fweddo wav va befteft kiddikat who eveo wivvev, Mivver Myvay.” She rubbed her snot on his tunic after expressing her love for Fred to the best of her ability even while missing three of her front teeth and he didn’t particularly mind, boogers were the least difficult thing to clean out of his clothes. He ruffled her hair and waited until he calmed down. He had helped find a burial spot for their beloved Fred, even if he was a flea-bitten, ornery, fat tabby who disliked Mydei quite a bit when he was alive. Fred still had very pretty seafoam eyes, and Mydei was more than happy to have found a flower that matched them so cleanly, complete with an awkward little tear at the center where his right pupil was misshapen. When she calmed down enough, he was able to pull out the pressed flower and a small children’s book for her, one about ‘The Great Master Cat-Thief’ and the crazy adventures of an ongoing and indulgent universe penned by some pretty creative people. Mydei always found those books to be entertaining, and was more than happy to pass on extra copies to children he spent time with regularly. She looked at Mydei with red-rimmed eyes, her sorrow from the loss of her dear Fred was muted slightly by the gifts Mydei presented her with, at which she screamed with delight before thanking Mydei with a kiss to his nose and running inside to show the book and flower to her brother.

Their mutual neighbor, Gorgo, chuckled at the sight and gave him a pat on the shoulder before handing him an armful of clothes that he never asked for. “My dear boy, these are for your new lodger, since it seems like he may be here a while. I had the girls scrounge up what they could in his size, so it isn’t a fuss and they’re all old clothes anyway. I’m so glad that you finally have someone like him in your world, little lion.”

Mydei couldn’t help his flushed face as he accepted the generous gift of new clothing, bundling it safely in his arms before he handed her the silly article that ‘The Moles’ had written, to which she cackled and told him she already had two copies for herself. She wanted to keep all reports of her new son’s achievements, after all. Mydei snorted, unconvinced of her determination to obtain such things or to consider him her child even though he was treated as such from day one.

He thanked her in his own way, and headed to his own home, where he found the man who had thanked him sitting up in bed, picking at the bandages that Mydei had so carefully put in place earlier that day. On one hand, he was excited that his new charge was awake, on the other hand, it had been a massive undertaking to treat and dress the wounds in the first place. He expressed his displeasure through clicks and caws before setting the things he had gotten on his stroll down on a chair and making his way over to the silver-haired buffoon who chose to extend the length of his own healing time.

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The place Mydei lived was rough to look at, but shockingly comfortable all things considered.

He had been allowed to rest for a good handful of days since being picked out of the gore the blonde had wrought single-handedly. He truly had been glad that it was the man known as Mydeimos who had rescued him, he would have died otherwise. It wasn’t that the man in golden armor was more compassionate than other people who fought the same kind of monsters that had trapped him and caged him so completely, it was that Mydeimos was so much more like himself than Mydei would ever realize without being told exactly how, and he could only tell Mydei if the man could speak.

Mydei had been so kind and gentle with him despite the awkward nature of their conversations, with only one being able to speak. It wasn’t that he truly understood what Mydei was saying with his adorable chirps and feral growls, but more as if he felt the meaning of the intended words as they were spoken in that unique way of his. He could heal Mydei’s broken vocal chords, he knew how to. He knew that the man had been living with such a broken voice for entirely too long, and that he himself was the same. 

Mydei hadn’t asked what his name was yet though, and that was almost disheartening, not hearing his own name being spoken in the self-made language of the man who had helped him, though since the man could not speak, there was very little reason to be told his name.

‘Today,’ he thought to himself. ‘Today I will try to get him to say my name somehow. I don’t care if he gets it wrong, but I need him to know it.’

The blonde returned from whatever errand he had seen fit to go on, unable to properly explain his reasoning but insinuating that he was going to try to treat the burns that marked his body. Mydei was a shockingly handsome man, golden, sun-kissed skin that had permanent streaks of blood-red forever marking his skin in a way that highlighted every natural plane of his body in ways that bordered on sin. He had golden hair that transitioned to a more vibrant red towards the ends, as if his hair was currently a lit ember, and his eyes were fiercely golden, matching the armor he wore into battle. When he saw the man sitting up on the bed with his own strength, there was a charming softness to his features before he schooled himself and chirped out a sequence that meant ‘Did you rest well?’ to which the man nodded softly and replied, “Yes, I slept quite well. Though you needn’t sleep on the floor on my account.” It truly bothered him that his savior had insisted on him taking the bed by himself despite it being big enough to fit a whole damn family on it. It was endearing, if he were to be honest, but wholly unnecessary.

Mydei clicked in a way that meant nothing, and made his way over to inspect the wounds that he had been keeping an eye on, making sure that they didn’t get infected or rot. So careful in his movements, he unwrapped the cloth bandages before properly examining the way the wound had been healing.

“Mydei,” the man started, his eyes focused on how Mydei’s mouth moved while he went through the motions of providing care to such a wound, “may I ask of you a favor?”

Mydei tilted his head and clicked his tongue against his teeth once, ‘yes.’

“I know that you may not be able to say it properly, but I want you to know my name and would like you to try anyway. I want to know what it sounds like when you say it.” He watched as Mydei’s eyes shifted from his own back to the wounds as he carefully looked over each wrist, examining to see if the scabs had torn, bled, or become infected. Thankfully, they hadn’t, and he began applying the ointment in a thick layer that smelled of lavender and mint.

Mydei clicked twice after giving it thought and applying ointment to his left wrist. ‘I don’t see why I shouldn’t try.’

“My name is Phainon.” He said it once first before he brought Mydei’s hand to his burned throat gently and enunciated each syllable carefully. “Ph-a-i-no-n.” He repeated it twice slowly, and then once again in the standard cadence he was used to, “Phainon.”

“HKS.” Mydei’s face was oddly red from having his hands held to Phainon’s throat like that, making him feel the way his tongue and esophagus moved as the sounds formed. It was funny how a name that should consist of so many syllables only ended up being two at the end of the day. He wasn’t even going to try the other name he went by. Granted, Mydei might actually run away if he heard that one. Rumors had been spread regarding the cause of Mydei’s broken voice, and some had tied it to the name Phainon himself once went by, even though he had never been to the place where the event was said to have happened. No one actually knew where Castrum Kremnos was anymore, so it would be impossible for Phainon to even know how to get there in the first place, let alone come from there.

“Did you just–” Phainon pursed his lips as it registered what Mydei had actually said to him. “That wasn’t very nice.” Though he didn’t mind a real word falling from the man’s lips. Phainon laughed. “I don’t mind as long as I’m your HKS.” He smiled, knowing full well what saying such a thing would mean if the man actually knew about his own culture. He had just offered up his own body to the man as thanks for saving his life in an incredibly crass way.  Mydei didn’t react as he had hoped to the tease, almost as if he wasn’t sure Phainon knew what it meant. Instead, he shook his head and clicked his tongue in frustration while he worked on Phainon’s ankles next.

After he finished there he shifted to move closer to be able to get the burn on Phainon’s neck, which he had to tilt and turn the man’s head for ever so gently, he growled low when Phainon started laughing lightly at how it felt to have his face handled this way.

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Mydei wanted to know why the man who called himself ‘brilliant star’ was so insistent on aggravating his own injuries like this, after all, the wounds were likely incredibly painful, and they were clearly healing far too slowly for Phainon’s comfort. Phainon however seemed to not mind too much, as if the pain was inconsequential to his well-being. Mydei refused to acknowledge that as an option as it was too absurd to give more than half-second’s thought to. Even as a man who had died millions of times, he hated pain and avoided it when possible. He may heal instantly, but the ghosts of wounds always lingered on his body. The burns on Phainon’s body looked so violently painful he was shocked that the man could even breathe without great pain as the freshly-healing skin was pulled tighter than it should be, threatening to rip open the scabs that covered the healing flesh.

Phainon was simply gorgeous underneath all the gore that had covered him back when Mydei first found him. His skin was so pale, and even after being warmed up and few, it was clear that he was just naturally that pale. Every bit of him wanted to protect Phainon, and it was truly bizarre for him. He had only felt this way over small animals and his armor, never truly feeling the need to protect something or someone so directly.

He wanted to lick the man clean just once, to be able to make Phainon sing from acts that he feared could overcome his restraint if he had actually opted to share the bed with the other man. He was asked constantly to sleep on the bed, and every time, Mydei denied the request. Not because Mydei didn’t want to share the same bed as Phainon, no, it was because he didn’t wish to hurt Phainon.

“Hey, hey! That tickles!” The pretty man’s voice was something he could drown in, it welled deep inside him and lay heavy on his bones in ways he couldn’t describe. 

He wanted to ask Gorgo about it, but he had no idea how to do such a thing. She had already helped him with so much over the years, including showing means of keeping the bleeding to a minimum and the ache that accompanied it off of his mind as well. She had been shocked, apparently, that Mydei was built that way, though Mydei didn’t actually see what the problem was, he had always been that way, and no one ever called him anything else. He was able to confide in her about things he kept close to his heart, because she may be a gossip, but she cared about how his life turned out. She also didn’t want to have to watch him suffer through childbirth if he could avoid it. Though he tilted his head at that comment and she backed off, clearly at a loss for how to describe the situation. He asked her in his own way about how his body reacted when the man spoke or looked at him or smiled, and she said that it was probably something like ‘fate’ or ‘destiny’ that the two would meet. She also told him to ‘go for it, son, you got this’ whatever that meant.

So when the man held Mydei’s hands to his throat and had him feel how his name was pronounced and how every syllable was formed, he felt his heart race beyond what the fierce need of battle could ever cause within him. “HKS.” 

“I don’t mind as long as I’m your HKS.”

Those words brought something out of Mydei’s chest that he would normally have wanted to shove back in and leave alone until he finally stopped coming back from the water’s depths. He was becoming too protective and too hungry for Phainon’s voice to wash over him and envelop him in a warmth he never wished to be free of.

‘As long as I’m your HKS.’ The jovial voice had spoken with the clear understanding of what he had just said and requested of Mydei was absolutely absurd. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to make eye contact with the man for at least the next few minutes after asking to be his lover so damn easily like it was nothing. He wanted to throttle the man who was sitting in his bed, asking him why he didn’t have it in him to share the oversized bed with him while he healed, and Mydei very barely had a reason to give. There was a chance of him blacking out and causing the entire city to become rubble again. He’s done it before, and it can easily happen again. He didn’t know what triggered it, but he knew that the potential lay with sharing that space– that closeness with someone. Hephaestion’s still-beating heart, warm in his hand, had been more than adequate proof of that. Yet this beautiful man named Phainon— a man who shared his name with a star— was the one who he felt like it would be more than safe to let that barrier down.

He wanted to feel the closeness of another, he wanted to feel the heat mentioned in the stories he often read. He wanted to feel the passion that stemmed from the coiling sense of tension that he felt in his chest that was so often referenced and alluded to in all sorts of stories, poems, and plays that he read. Phainon was capable of drawing this feeling out of him, and letting him feel it comfortably.

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Phainon realized that he was quite taken with Mydei very quickly. The way the man gently handled his wounds, made sure he ate, and was bathed properly was what truly won him over. He watched Mydei when the man thought he was asleep, he watched as Mydei read books by the pile, voraciously devouring whatever they contained with such speed that it was truly astounding. He would like to read one of those books if he had the chance, honestly. He also read quickly, and he wanted to know what was so damned fascinating that required him to consume twenty books in the span of a few hours.

He wanted to know this man’s every thought as much as he wanted to know every curve of those red marks that danced across his body. Phainon truly did want to drown himself in the scent that the man gave off, unsure of what caused it or why it was so enticing in the first place.

Phainon almost wished that they hurt as much as Mydei thought they did, the man was clearly no stranger to pain, and it would have been odd if he had been, considering everything Phainon knew about him, but the way he was so careful, like he was handling a foal was truly something else. 

“Okay, if you won’t try my name, then,” he reached out to grab Mydei’s wrist again, hoping that he would let him hold on even if only briefly. “Tell me how I can thank you.”

Mydei shrugged, his face flushed slightly before he withdrew his hand to redress the wounds that would scar if Phainon had been a normal human.

“Oh, is my saviour thinking of requesting something potentially indecent of his guest?” He was going to continue teasing the man until the guy relented. He truly wanted to thank Mydei, and honestly, the things in his own head were more than acceptable methods, but he would be more than happy to do whatever the man wanted him to do. 

Mydei just gave him a look that told him that he needed to heal and rest and get better first. 

“Can you at least ease my worries and not sleep on the ground? This bed is more than large enough for two, and I’m sure I would heal better if I knew you were also well-rested.

Mydei glared, his face was scarlet with clear embarrassment over the suggestion of such a thing. Why, Phianon could not place.

He sat up more properly and grabbed Mydei’s arms more forcefully, dragging him onto the bed next to him, pulling out an indignant squawk from the man as he fell half-across Phainon’s lap and his face in Phainon’s chest. “You’re cute when you blush, but I think you would be even cuter if you slept better.”

Mydei lifted himself on his arms and growled at Phainon, clearly displeased.

“If I said I can fix your voice with a kiss, would you accept that as repayment?” Phainon was choosing to be entirely shameless. ‘I would have to do more than simply kiss you, but that’s besides the point, I just want to kiss you, dammit.’

Mydei’s eyes went wide, his cat-like pupils dilating to a humorous degree at the suggestion before narrowing to a razor-thin line. A few curious clicks emanated from his throat as he leaned in close as if to examine the truth in Phainon’s words through his eyes alone. Phainon did everything in his power to not giggle or laugh at how truly adorable the display was though, that is, until Mydei pressed a finger against his lips curiously in a silent plea for him to be allowed to see inside.

Phainon’s breath caught, but he let Mydei open his mouth and place his fingers wherever he liked. He shut his eyes and just absorbed the sensation of Mydei’s hand as he poked and prodded around in Phainon’s mouth. When Mydei pressed down on his tongue he really had to restrain himself from making a sound or letting Mydei know exactly how much he loved the feeling of thick, hot fingers in him, gently prying him open in search for something undefinable.

It was the two fingers pressing down on his tongue and the thumb on his lip combined with Mydei truly and completely leaning his whole body into this exploration that caused Phainon to break. He closed his mouth around those fingers and sucked on them while slowly opening his eyes to find the other man’s chest a hair’s breadth from his face, so he looked upwards towards Mydei’s face, where eyes glimmered of amber fire; fierce, intrigued, and hungry. His hands found homes on Mydei’s thighs before moving upwards to grab at the toned muscle of his waist, but his eyes remained focused on the golden ones that currently devoured his entire being so effortlessly.

He moved his tongue and hummed around those fingers while one hand slid up Mydei’s back slowly and the other pulled him closer. He groaned and shut his eyes again when Mydei started thrusting his fingers in and out of his mouth slowly, ‘Fuck this man could do anything to me right now—’

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The man continually nagged him about the sleeping arrangements, but Mydei truly didn’t wish to intrude, as he knew that his body would, inevitably, turn monstrous in the night and cause everyone around him a massive headache again.

He worked diligently when it came to applying the salve and bandages to the burn wounds that would leave obscene scars if he wasn’t so fastidious, and when Phainon simply pulled him over the top of himself, his mind went blank. When he was told that a kiss could return his voice, he was very curious as to how such an absurd trick would work, so he examined Phainon’s mouth and was shocked to find the man allowing his every touch, seemingly relishing it at times. He had to keep his breathing under control as his fingers were welcomed inside of Phainon’s willing mouth, his skin felt like it was on fire, and his spine felt like ice, and his heart raced unlike ever before and he didn’t care to fight the thrill of this high. No, this man beneath him was wanting this sort of provocation. His body ended up so much closer to Phainon’s as he let the sensations and heat of the exchange overwhelm him, his back arched away while his hips leaned into Phainon’s chest as he held his mouth open with one hand and examined with the other, peering into endless blue eyes hidden under a veil of soft, snowy eyelashes. The sounds that Phainon made were likely adding to his slipping restraint, because when Phainon gently bit down on his fingers before letting up pressure with his lips closed around the digits and tongue caressing them with obvious greed, Mydei’s mind was lost to his body’s calling. He desired to know what the man knew that he did not, and how the man would heal a wound that could not be cured with immortality and regenerative qualities such as his own. The known problem with provocations such as what Phainon was pulling inevitably resulted in people like Mydei wanting it to be something other than his fingers in that mouth, be it his own mouth or otherwise. He pried that mouth open and decided to taste it. The absolutely miserable, pathetic whimper that Phainon let out at the contact of Mydei’s tongue against his lips set Mydei’s spine on fire. Every touch demanded another, every taste required a confirmation of flavour. He was trying to control how his body heated up, but he could not, and he was so, so, so very warm. When Phainon groaned again, though, it was like lightning now guided his every move. He wound the fingers of his other hand in Phainon’s hair and pulled back far enough from his grip to sit himself fully on the man’s lap before prying his mouth open again, leaning in and licking the inside of Phainon’s mouth. 

His legs pushed together and his throat let out an unusual sound at the connection. It had felt amazing and tasted heavenly to boot, so, after withdrawing the hand that had been in that mouth, he fully chose to attempt the devouring of the man’s every breath. He would make it impossible for Phainon to breathe, he figured, and then he would be able to see if the man had told him the truth or not about the remedy for his inability to communicate and form words.

His hands gently pressed Phainon backwards and down to the pillow, and he felt a heat that needed to be sated. Truly, he needed to taste every inch of the man now. The man who made his heart move fast and his stomach tighten needed to be devoured, and he was surely going to do so.

Phainon’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and he began tasting Mydei back, the sensation of which was surely going to make his body explode from the pressure that was building inside. 

His hips inadvertently jolted forwards, and the sensation made him break away from Phainon’s mouth with a gasp of confusion over what had just happened.

Phainon looked at him through half-lidded eyes and, with hair fanned out beneath him and face painted pink, he looked so beautiful. The hands that had been in Mydei’s hair were now on the sides of his face, the left thumb brushing under the right eye so very softly before he spoke again, “You’re so delicious, Mydeimos, I could eat you whole.”

Mydei’s thigh twitched, a natural instinct to ready himself for a fight, but his heart chose to void his head of any thoughts outside of the sensation in his gut, the taste of this man’s mouth, and the sounds he made when they shared breath. He wanted more and felt that he shouldn’t want such things, but he also held himself to no master, so surely this would be fine to indulge in, right? Many of the books he read had spoken of the consequences of sin and the nature of things like the feeling of keeping something that was not him close and being willing to die to protect it and how that could be seen as a sin in and of itself. Did he believe in the gods of whom he was said to be the child of? He didn’t know, but if such creatures had the ability to bless humans like the books claimed, surely they wouldn’t hate the humans in such equal quantity that they suffer for simply breathing and wanting to taste another who wishes to taste them in return. He was unsure if the gods should be trusted if there were any that deemed what he wanted to partake of with Phainon to be something worthy of eternal punishment. He was already being punished for an unknown infraction, and was unable to take hold of the value of ‘sin’ because of it.

He leaned down to lick at Phainon’s lips again, begging again for entry, and finding himself allowed to partake of the man’s delightful taste. The nectarines from earlier lingered on his tongue, and the sounds he made tasted of crisp apples and a summer heat only calmed by fresh spring water.

“Mydei,” Phainon said his name with an exhaling breath. “You are so perfect, Mydei.” His words were soft clouds against Mydei’s lips while an equally soft smile graced his lips before Mydei stole that from him, too.

Mydei’s right hand pressed flat against Phaion‘s chest where he could feel his heart beating just as rapidly as his own. He tried to replicate the earlier electric spark by moving his hips forward again with relative success, he had pleasured himself in the past, just not often. Phainon’s body provided him a thrill more intoxicating than battle and each movement caused his blood to heat up in ways that made him feel almost drunk. Phainon pulled and pushed his hips, clearly seeking the same high, and Mydei had to pull away from those lips to collect his breath and remove the tunic he wore for he was starting to burn up from the pressure of being so close to this man, practically eating him alive.

Phainon’s hands moved to roam Mydei’s torso, “fuck you are so stunning.” His cool hands felt good against Mydei’s skin, and he shivered at the contact, his head tilting back as the man ran his fingers and palms all over his body experimentally, grasping almost hungrily at his chest, pulling out a low, rolling sound of approval from Mydei as he rolled his hips to seek that sensation in addition to the stimulation his torso was getting. “You’re glowing gold, and it’s so beautiful. I want you so badly, Mydei,” Phainon shifted his position by lifting his knees, rapidly causing Mydei to pitch forward and slam his hands into the bed on either side of Phainon’s head again, a smirk playing across the other man’s lips as he rolled his own hips up into Mydei’s.

Mydei half-choked and Phainon made an amused hum.

“What do you want, Mydei?” Phainon’s voice was a whisper no louder than the summer breeze, yet his tone was filled with unfathomably sweet honey, and his eyes held something that Mydei wanted to hold onto forever but wouldn’t likely ever be able to properly voice.

Mydei had no clue what he wanted as he didn’t have the true words for it, but he certainly wanted to chase this feeling. He enjoyed the hard heat of Phainon against himself, his mind wandered unconsciously to how he had seen the man in the bath, and once caught him pleasuring himself, and oh Mydei was very intrigued at what Phainon could do to him with that thing. He wanted to lick Phainon’s neck, and taste his skin, but the ointment and bandages were still there and shouldn’t be removed. The tunic Phainon wore covered more of his skin than Mydei was currently happy with, and he wanted to have the man’s chest bare against his own. Phainon shared the same desire that he held, that was incredibly obvious with his throbbing cock between Mydei’s legs, the desire to procreate that he had read about but didn’t know what it had really meant until now. He wasn’t an idiot by any means, but he had also only had such feelings for one other person in the past who happened to be in a stable condition of very, unfortunately, dead. 

He held an intense lust for Phainon, and Phainon held the same for him in turn.

He had read a great deal of books that contained scenes detailing people expressing their lust, and it was finally connecting that this is what he was feeling, and now the scenes made so much more sense. Mydei wanted to be pressed against Phaion’s skin and to feel the drag of their bodies against one another. He wanted to savor the taste of every inch of skin that wasn’t healing from such awful wounds. With his face pressed into Phainon’s shoulder, he slid his hands under the hem of Phainon’s tunic, pulling the material up carefully. He savored every small fluttering movement of Phainon’s muscles as his body reacted to such an action.

“Fuck, Mydei,” strong and pale hands gripped his thighs harder before Phainon relented and allowed the tunic to be removed, arching his back in a way that made Mydei nearly drool. He really loved how the other man’s skin pulled over his frame, how Phainon was so well-built and obviously strong with hard-earned muscle, and Mydei really felt he wanted to keep this sight all for himself. He would happily look at the man’s naked form for hours, and he wanted to shower it with the tidings his lust brought out from deep within him.

‘If I am allowed to be selfish for one thing, let it be this. Let me be selfish in wanting to have this man all to myself.’

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Phainon was hard and so very ready to just rip Mydei’s pants off of him and figure out what the other man had been keeping hidden from him this whole time. Mydei had assisted in washing his body, including his cock back when he was first saved from that hellhole. It had been a necessary thing, as Phainon was too weak to move at the time, and that level of gore would be terrible for the body if left alone for too long as a decoration. Mydei had been clinical and meticulous in removing the foul mess from him, washing his hair through half a dozen times until the water ran perfectly clear. He really seemed to enjoy the process of cleaning him up, even if Phainon had to fight getting horny while he was cared for that way. Another man cleaning his foreskin and ass was a bit much, especially when the man’s breath ghosted over him and his body was so fucking hot against yours while you sat in the water that rapidly cooled comparatively—

But right at this moment, he was definitely allowed to be horny as fuck for the beautiful man who just dragged the shirt off of his body with a look of absolute fascination and hunger to the point that Phainon wanted to switch their positions and make things move so much faster. He wanted to have his cock buried in Mydei sooner rather than later, but he had no idea if Mydei even knew what sex was or how it worked.

The ‘kiss’ that would heal Mydei was actually very much related to them having sex, and as much as he loved the kisses on their own, he would absolutely love his own name to be one of the very first things to be uttered from those pretty lips while he’s being fucked to the point of delirium. He was going crazy with how much Mydei seemed to love simply grinding on his clothed cock, so hopefully the man had something that could provide him with a sweet nectar. He wanted to be inside of Mydei. “Mydei, I want to,” he found it hard to speak with how fast his heart was going, “please—” he slipped his fingers into the waistband of Mydei’s trousers, slipping them downwards slightly, testing the waters of what he could do. When Mydei shifted so he could have better access to removing them, Phainon worked them free as carefully as he could until Mydei took the initiative to finish the process himself. He teased at the skin between hip and thigh, not delving further towards what he wanted to so badly partake of, choosing only to spur on Mydei’s hunger further with his own being the bait.

Mydei leaned down and licked Phainon’s chest, a sound of delight escaped him as he did so, and his own hands moved to help Phainon remove those pesky trousers. They came off relatively slowly, but that was likely due to how clumsy and new the situation was to the both of them. Before Phainon got a chance to see what Mydei had kept from him, Mydei had already begun removing Phainon’s much looser pair of trousers that Mydei had given him to use while he healed. He was very careful around the ankles, making sure to not stretch or pull at them too much in the process of stripping Phainon, and that only turned Phainon on more.

“Oh Titans, you are so—” Phainon reached his arms out to Mydei who looked at him from where he sat at his feet, “come here, I need your lips—”

Mydei chose to take his time by kissing every surface of Phainon’s body he possibly could on the way back to his face; his cock, however, went ignored for the moment, which was far more electrifying than Phainon would have expected. His precum gently left a streak along Mydei’s abdomen as he made his way forward like a predator who knew he had succeeded in his hunt and now moved in to claim his prey.

Mydei was finally straddling his hips again and their breaths became entangled while Mydei’s hands played with Phainon’s chest and Phainon’s hands were groping Mydei’s thighs and waist. Mydei was drooling with every claim made, and when he finally moved to once again grind against Phainon, he was delighted by what he saw and felt.

“Oh, you were made for me, fucking hell.” Phainon’s hand immediately reached for the weeping cunt and rubbed his thumb against Mydei’s cock-like clit in a way that made him jump immediately and a sound escaped his throat unlike the others he had made up until this point. “Please, please let me put my cock inside you, oh holy fuck you’re so wet.” He was genuinely shocked at how damned soaked Mydei was, and he wanted to see how many times he could make the man’s brain dissolve. Regardless of the result, he knew it would be fun. His fingers spread the folds of Mydei’s cunt and played with the soft inner flesh, his own sounds of enjoyment were so delicious. “Your cunt feels so hot and welcoming.” He withdrew his hand, and made a show of licking his fingers, the taste of Mydei was like the finest of wine on his tongue. Mydei watched with mild fascination as Phainon continued to worship the taste of his cunt. “I would drink straight from the source, but I want to-”

Mydei’s movements solved the problem before he could even ask properly.

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Mydei felt the heat of the hard cock against where Phainon had placed his fingers, and he craved more of the sensation that Phainon caused by placing his fingers inside of him. This is definitely what was spoken of in those books he read and he could only follow the understanding that the throbbing length of Phainon’s cock needed to pulse inside of him. He wanted to know what it felt like, and so he lifted his body ever so slightly and held himself open like Phainon had moments before, and brought the cockhead against himself. The violently red tip was leaking something thick and clear much like Mydei’s body was. He gently guided the cock into himself, the stretch was fantastic and he felt delirious as the length rubbed deep inside of him, filling an emptiness that has always plagued him.

Blood was rushing past his ears so he couldn’t hear what Phainon was saying, but he knew the man below him felt just as good regarding the action Mydei took. He purred when he felt himself flush with Phainon’s hips, because now he could chase that same sensation from before while also having himself be filled so beautifully.

Phainon’s hands now dug into Mydei’s hips, dragging him back and forth on his lap, “fuck,” he was breathing hard, “so hot, so tight, so perfect,” he kept talking instead of touching Mydei with his mouth, and Mydei wasn’t pleased with that.

Mydei leaned down, his hips lifting slightly before falling again as he caught Phainon’s mouth with his own once again. The man’s tongue felt fantastic against his own, and now there was an added strangeness due to him having some of Mydei caught on his lips. That only made Mydei hungrier for him though, he sought to devour every single breath that Phainon could muster and made sure to devour every drop of saliva that dared try to escape his tongue. 

The sensitive part of his body began to drag against Phainon’s lower abdomen before Phainon began to stroke it, and Mydei gasped into Phainon’s mouth at the sensation of sexual gratification.

When his mouth was off of Phainon’s for just long enough, the white-haired beauty spoke to him, “cum for me, Mydei.”

“Cu–” He began asking before his body overwhelmingly began to tremble as fire-filled ice traced through every vein of his body, causing him to clench down on the cock inside of himself, that he could feel pulsing thick liquid into him while Phainon groaned in satisfaction, rolling his hips up to get as much out of Mydei as he possibly could.

Phainon was panting before he pulled Mydei down to kiss him violently and with a severely drunk need. “I want to keep making you feel that good. Please. Please let me make you feel that good always.”

Mydei nodded as his body became boneless on top of Phainon. He tried to keep following the sensations; chasing the high of earlier, but it was too difficult with how hazy his brain was becoming. He fell onto the bed next to Phainon and felt a thick liquid leak from himself. It felt amazing. He felt amazing. He wanted more. But he was so tired that he fell into unconsciousness before he could even ask.

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Phainon marvelled at how intense Mydei’s orgasm had been, let alone his own. The amount of cum leaking from that delicious pussy was mind-numbing. He brushed sweaty hair from Mydei’s face as he slept, he was truly adorable while he slept, and he looked much better in a comfortable bed. 

Phainon pulled the blanket over the two of them, and wrapped his arm around Mydei and nosed into his shoulder, receiving a soft whimper in acknowledgement before Mydei cuddled in closer. The man’s glorious marks of his immortality were glowing the way they did whenever he was in battle and had yet to fully fade, the heat from them would be suffocating if Phainon had been anyone else.

The man’s skin was beyond heavenly to touch, taste, and smell, and Phainon ached for their bodies to be even closer though it would be rude to mount the sleeping body of Mydei, especially with how cute he was as he slept.

Golden eyelashes fluttered and lips parted ever so slightly to breathe, his face was so pretty that it was hard to believe that anyone could ever be afraid of this man. Freckles dotted his honeyed skin, and how he reached out to grab hold of Phainon as he slept was so endearing, too. Truly the man was beyond what could be defined in terms of beauty, because words simply did not exist that could ever do him justice. Phainon doubted that he could even convey through actions how beautiful or wonderful he found Mydeimos to be, he wanted to ravish the man with affection, and to cover his body with sweet kisses. He wanted to help Mydei in his work, and to be able to live next to him for the rest of time. He wanted to have him experience every joy in the world as many times as it took to forget the pain that lingered below the surface, and to be the one who was loved by Mydei as he came to realize he loved the man himself.

“I will happily be yours forever, Mydei, just say the word and I will stay.”

It hadn’t escaped him that Mydei had begun to form words properly when on the verge of orgasm, unfortunately the sensation seemed to have completely worn him out, otherwise Mydei would surely have made more use of the repaired organ. Phainon merely had to provide his spirit, in part, to Mydei for him to be able to speak again. Their shared ‘little death’ was part of that process and was so much less painful or disgusting than any of the other methods available to him. Mydei very likely also repaired Phainon’s skin in return without knowing it, causing a massive drain on his body. 

Phainon smiled into Mydei’s shoulder and kissed him gently there, enjoying the closeness of the man who saved his life in more ways than one, and to whom he would hand the world.

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Mydei was squirming, trying to free himself of Phainon’s impressively strong grip despite the absolute pleasure that was being sent through his body by the other man’s actions.

Earlier, he had woken up to find himself on his own bed wrapped in Phainon’s arms, completely bare of clothes and a strange sensation between his thighs that resembled those blasted bleedings but was nowhere near as uncomfortable. When he moved, Phainon had pulled him closer, a cute half-giggle escaped him.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Phainon’s voice made Mydei’s skin warm and cold all at once. “Are you feeling alright? You passed out right after we both–”

“Wait- wait wait wait—” Mydei said before he knew what he was doing. “WH–”

Lips touched his own, cutting off his confusion abruptly, and he melted into it. The other man’s lips tasted like nothing else, and felt like the world would end if he stopped touching them with his own. Phainon rolled Mydei onto his back and pinned him under his weight, though he didn’t straddle Mydei, instead he had settled between Mydei’s legs which Mydei parted for him without hesitation. When he pulled away to look at Mydei, all that Mydei could see was a waterfall of snow and two blazingly brilliant blue eyes. “Your voice is so beautiful, I want to hear my name as thanks for giving it back to you.”

Mydei’s eyes widened as he searched Phainon’s face and saw the bandages around his neck were gone, as well as the horrible burn mark that was once there, only a radiant sun that he hadn’t seen before shone on the left side. He couldn’t take his eyes off of that sun, it was familiar in a way he really didn’t like the sensation of.

Phainon tilted his chin with a hand to make him look back in his eyes. “I’m up here, and I’ll explain it all later, but first I want to know what my name sounds like coming from your pretty lips.”

Mydei’s lips parted briefly before he closed his eyes tightly. ‘This must be a dream, there is no way I can actually speak.’ He ran his tongue against the back of his teeth and tried anyway, the way he knew words should come out of his mouth was going to be what he hoped would guide him. “Phainon, I really damn well hope that you are ready to explain yourself because there is a lot going on that needs it and quite frankly I–”

Once again, Phainon cut him off with his lips, softer this time. “Fuck my name sound so pretty on your lips,” he spoke a hair’s breadth from Mydei’s mouth, “but you’re just getting this back so no need to rush through words. We have all the time in the world, Mydei.”

“And how the fuck did you learn my name?”

Phainon laughed lightly before needing to rest his face against Mydei’s shoulder to breathe and steady himself. “You’re famous, that’s why! Tales of a voiceless, blood-drenched warrior clad in gold who tears apart the battlefield like it’s nothing, who had blood-red symbols engraved upon his body that strike a fierce flame when enraged— how could I not know you by reputation? When you reached me I had given up hope that I would be able to make it out. All of my own power was drained so completely by those arrogant, cruel humans to the point that I couldn’t even stand on my own.” Mydei’s eyebrows furrowed at that comment, but Phainon kept going, “humans do nothing but take. They take everything, they want for everything and they take everything they can get their hands on, even if it does not belong to them. They captured me and drained what they could, but the facility was destroyed before they could do anything worse, and for that I owe you my life. They torture creatures like us, like you and I, because we are too powerful for them to control. They want to turn us into puppets to fight their battles and the best way to do that is to corral us and turn our bodies into those things.”

“Shut the fuck up for a moment, will you?” Mydei was far more irritated by Phainon’s refusal to address the speaking issue while also kneeling between his legs with an obvious erection that he wanted to take care of personally. He moved his right hand to grab hold of that cock, causing Phainon to gasp. “My voice. Explain.” He began moving his hand, stroking the length and playing his thumb over the tip now and then.

“We healed each other. I gave you your voice back, and you healed my burns.” He spoke with heavy, difficult breaths between words as Mydei varied the pressure of his grip and speed of his movement. “We just needed to resonate, that’s al—ollly fuck Mydei—” Phainon jolted forward as Mydei began rapidly jerking him off. “I can’t think when you’re–”

Mydei’s hand stilled completely, causing Phainon to choke on nothing. Mydei’s lips curled into a smile as he lifted his hips to rub himself along the underside of Phainon’s length, “just shut up.” He caught the head of Phainon’s cock against the soaked opening he wished to have filled and pushed it in, his hips doing the majority of the work after his hand lined them up. His own breath stuttered as he felt himself be filled by the impressively hot cock that made his mind turn to jelly. He closed his eyes as he focused entirely on the sensation of the drag inside of his body.

Phainon’s hands were on the underside of his thighs, pressing them closer to Mydei’s body as he began to take control. The sounds that their bodies made every time Phainon pressed himself to the hilt were something that Mydei would likely savor and keep in his memory for the rest of time. Phainon’s voice was borderline feral as he sped up his movements, biting at Mydei’s calf while directly staring Mydei in the eyes. “You feel so good,” he growled out the words as he continued his delectable assault. “I could live buried inside you, you feel so fucking good.”

Mydei was short for breath and his mind filled to the brim with cotton, he couldn’t contain the sounds that tumbled from his throat as he felt a pressure build deep inside, “I–ggk–aahhn–” He bit down hard on his lip as the pressure released in one go, his vision exploding with a cacophony of glittering stars and sparkles and a dreadfully loud whine escaped him.

Phainon sped up before stilling with his body pressed flush, cock throbbing as Mydei felt that delirium-causing substance to enter him again, filling him to the brim, Phainon’s groan caused a sense of euphoric satisfaction that Mydei didn’t know fully how to phrase. “Titans, you’re milking me for all I’m worth. I’ll give you as much as you could ever want–” He was breathing hard, letting himself come down from his own high before pulling himself out of Mydei, where Mydei could see the now fluid-soaked, semi-flaccid cock that was just inside him.

He shivered at the sight and his eyes rolled back as he felt the same fluid drip from his body, and he moved his hands to try to prevent the loss of sensation, only to find himself so entirely sensitive that he pushed his fingers inside and felt himself begin to drool. He began to piston his fingers in and out of himself the same way he had Phainon’s mouth and was so lost in the sensation that he didn’t see how Phainon was watching him.

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Phainon swallowed thickly as he watched Mydei pleasure himself, the mix of their release made such a foul noise as it lubricated his motions and only served to make Phainon hard again. He held his cock in his right hand and began to jerk himself off to the rhythm Mydei had set for his own masturbation. He could cum from just watching the scene unfold, but he wanted to cum all over Mydei’s abdomen, painting him white with his spend. Mydei was so pretty while he lost himself in pleasure, his hips stuttering as he was grinding against his own hand.

Phainon tried restraining himself, but it was proving impossible now, and his hand left his cock and he pulled Mydei’s hand out of himself before kissing the engorged clit that he had wanted to suck on the night before, but didn’t have the chance. He slid his own fingers into Mydei’s sopping wet cunt, drawing filthy moans from the blonde and taking pride in the fact that Mydei’s hand wound itself into his hair. He was desperate to taste everything that Mydei had to offer him, so he licked into the pussy that was coated in a combination of their respective cum and arousal, his hands wrapped around Mydei’s thighs and his fingers played at Mydei’s clit while he practically devoured Mydei’s pussy, the blonde’s voice turning to screams of pleasure as he worked.

“Ph–Phainon–~!” His name left Mydei in a squeak as Mydei came hard, drenching Phainon with slick, delicious cum that he happily lapped up, cleaning Mydei’s body as best he could.

‘My name sounds perfect from those lips.’

After he cleaned Mydei as best he could, he pressed a kiss to his still-throbbing clit and sat up after untangling his arms from Mydei’s legs. “I’m going to keep making you do that, you know.” He chuckled with a low, teasing tone. “I want to make you fall into a dream of pleasure.” He wiped his face clean and moved to hover over Mydei again, excited by the glazed look in his eyes. “Here, sit up for me,” he ushered Mydei into a seated position and moved to sit behind him, his legs were used to pin Mydei’s to be spread wide, and he pulled Mydei close so his back lay flush against his chest. He nuzzled into Mydei’s neck, the scent of a warrior never left his skin, and he would never tire of it.

His right hand danced down Mydei’s torso towards his clit, which he began to stroke and massage like a proper cock, his left hand played with Mydei’s nipples.

“A–ahhh–” Mydei tried to squirm out of this hold, but was failing to do so as his limbs were likely jelly.

“I’m going to make you cum so many times that you’ll transcend dimensions.” He licked Mydei’s neck before biting it lightly. “You taste so good, your voice is divine, and you deserve to reach the height of pleasure.” He whispered into Mydei’s ear as he continued his relentless assault on the man’s clit, dragging out a series of small orgasms that Mydei couldn’t even breath through.

So yes, Mydei was squirming, trying to free himself of Phainon’s impressively strong grip despite the absolute pleasure that was being sent through his body by the other man’s actions. The crimson that had marked his body since birth shimmered brilliant gold as wave after wave of pleasure caused him to become nothing but jelly as his body tried to catch up with every sensation that he was being subjected to. He was drooling and his own hands reached backwards to grab at Phainon’s hair and head, pulling him into a desperate kiss to try to make sense of it all. He was completely and totally overwhelmed, and he didn’t know if he disliked the feeling.

When Phainon’s lips left his, the man growled low in his ear, “scream my name and I’ll reward you, my love,” licking at Mydei’s neck, sucking a bruise that would vanish just as quickly as it was left.

Mydei shook his head.

Phainon pinched his clit hard and Mydei jolted, his body fighting against Phainon’s grip to no avail. “You like the feeling of my cock inside you, right? I will give you that again, as many times as you want until you’re satisfied.” He dug his fingers into Mydei’s cunt and pulsed them in and out as he waited for an answer.

“Ph~ainon~” Mydei could only speak with a weak voice, as he was so very broken from the constant jolts of electric ice that heated his body beyond comparison. “P-please-” Phainon began moving his fingers much faster, and Mydei’s head dipped forward, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. “F~Phainon~!” His whole body tightened as that ice-cold heat washed over him again, a damn breaking that allowed a preposterous amount of fluid to escape him. It wasn’t piss, and it wasn’t blood, but it was definitely his, whatever it was.

As soon as Mydei’s body stopped shaking, Phainon released him, softly kissing his body everywhere he could reach. “You did so well, my love.”

Mydei flopped backwards onto the bed, completely unable to move from the force of his orgasm, and he could barely even click his tongue at the silver-haired man who caused him to be in this state. He was so completely wrecked by the ordeal that he worried he may not last another moment with how fast his heart was beating and how his breath failed to even out.

Phainon left his side for a moment and when he returned, Mydei felt the heat of a cloth cleaning his body of sweat and sex. He sang a soft song as he worked, but it had no words that Mydei could piece together. That was likely the delirium of exhaustion taking hold of him though, as he was very easily drifting back to sleep when Phainnon drew the blanket back over him.

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Phainon was so enthralled by how receptive Mydei was to his touch that he couldn’t help himself, he really enjoyed making someone who was so lauded for his brutal strength become a limp, drooling mess simply by having his most intimate of places touched. He tasted divine, that much was very true, but he also sounded beautiful when he was trying to breathe as Phainon’s hands made such quick work of him.

Perhaps calling him ‘my love’ was a bit sudden, but Phainon truly believed he would settle for no other after tasting Mydei’s radiance. The man was so humble, sweet-natured, and oddly timid that it was hard to not adore him. How Mydei was the most well-read person he knew, other than himself and a notable few outliers, was absolutely brilliant, and he wanted to see how the man would react if he ever got his hands on a library as vast as the one at the capitol or at the grove. It would be so, so very fascinating to see what Mydei would be able to accomplish with his voice returned to him, and all Phainon had to do was eternally scorch the name that came with a curse off of his body, leaving him with the name ‘Phainon’ as the only one he had. It was well worth it. To trade a name that was associated with the man losing his voice so the man could speak again was more than a worthwhile price for Phainon to pay.

Phainon stood from the bed, finally having enough energy to be able to support his own weight, and stretched. His bare skin felt good against the cool air of the dark, unlit room. He could see the pile of items that Mydei had brought with him and decided he may as well see if there was anything he could do to help Mydei put the items away.

His hands brushed across the fabric of the first article on the pile of what appeared to be clothing and he was immediately taken by how soft the material was. He picked it up and found he was holding a very nice tunic that wasn’t properly sized for Mydei, and had seemingly been intended for him by the looks of the thing. The light outside was fading, so he could only barely make out the bright blue colour of the shirt. There was no way Mydei would ever wear anything like this. He had seen Mydei wearing almost exclusively neutral colours when he wasn’t wearing red or gold, so the thought of him wearing blue was out of the question, least of all a colour this bright. He felt the weight of it in his hand, turning it over and feeling for which side was the front before pulling the tunic over his naked form. It was a pleasantly well-fitting thing, the soft material caressed his skin and felt like a whisper as it hung almost low enough to provide him with modesty, but not enough. He was amused at how his cock peeked from under the bottom hem of the tunic, and he wanted to see how the beautiful Mydeimost would react to seeing him dressed in just a shirt with his dick barely hanging out. He wondered if it would taunt or tempt Mydei into jumping him like he had earlier because he would love nothing more than to have the man force him onto his back and ride him for all he was worth, and it didn’t matter where he was taken, either. He would happily be the subject of Mydei’s carnal release in the town square if it came down to that, have the entire population know that he was the one who was able to make Mydei feel so good and who returned his voice to him because of it.

He truly had to will himself to not get hard again at the thought of Mydei forcing him to the ground and riding him in front of a crowd at the moment because he wanted to help Mydei with the tasks he had set out to accomplish in the morning, not follow his own hunger for unraveling Mydei. He picked up the pile of clothes and set them over on the dresser, sorting between the types of clothing as best he could in the limited light, and marvelling that these clothes were absolutely meant for himself and not for the blonde who had screamed his name less than thirty minutes earlier while gushing from an intense orgasm all over his cock. His next task was putting the food into the kitchen area, careful to make sure everything was in the right place. This task was easier because he could actually use the light in this room, letting the residual light bleed to the rest of the area would make it easier as the world gradually fell asleep. 

There were some things that he wouldn’t have expected Mydei to have with him, like articles about himself and a book about how to make food for healthier skin. He didn’t think that Mydei was the kind of person who would be self-absorbed enough to collect stories about himself, but perhaps he had misjudged the man in that regard. He set them on the counter before he found himself a glass to hold the first drink he could find so he could slake his thirst. He also grabbed a small piece of bread and some fruit that Mydei had sitting on the counter to eat and was careful to not make a mess while he nibbled at his light meat and read the articles Mydei had collected.

Mydeimos returned to town the other day after destroying yet another village-sized facility twenty miles to the south of our town, covered in blood and carrying what appeared to be a bloodied corpse in his arms.

Phainon sighed. Phainon had been asleep when Mydei returned to his home, so he hadn’t had the chance to witness where he currently lived, but he was irritated that the article said he had been a corpse of all things.

We have yet to confirm the identity of the corpse, or why Mydeimos chose to bring back anything at all from his hunt, but we know that, once again, there have been mass casualties reported that simply don’t comply with the sheer level of destruction that had been observed. The official casualty count is listed to be less than fifty individuals while the entire village-sized area had been littered with corpses of humans and things that were much less human in nature, once again making it clear that Mydeimos is likely working to dismantle something much larger than what we in Strava can possibly perceive.
Our investigation teams have yet to discover any viable information regarding the motives of our very own Blood-soaked Tyrant, Mydeimos.

Phainon hummed at the content of the article. The people truly did love their hero, even if they seemed to be giving him the worst possible titles. Mydei deserved to be loved and cherished, not to be called ‘mad’ or ‘tyrant’. He was, however, glad to see that the people of Strava had seemingly chosen to begin looking into KAOS Industries to see what the fuck they were actually trying to do. It was difficult for anyone to actually say that they had their sights on hunting the organization down directly, because such action resulted in a swift silencing and a likely very painful death. Phainon would love to help the people understand what it was that KAOS was doing, but in order to do that, he would have to reveal who he was, and even if he chose to speak anonymously, the organization would very likely know it was him.

He hated that they did their fucking research. KAOS was entirely too thorough in how it destroyed people and justified making hundreds of thousands of people disappear like it was nothing unusual. He hated that part of KAOS so much, and he hated that he had known one of the people who created the system that found KAOS’ targets, and had allowed himself to be one of the willing participants in the testing of said system.

Cyrene had been so kind to him. She had been his best friend. And yet she betrayed him so horribly badly that he ended up shackled with iron and forced to watch as people who were just like him had their humanity stripped from them. He had grown so weak from the iron that even his tears couldn’t fall, his magic was useless while restrained with the blasted metal against his skin. She was one of his species, too. She was the rare kind with golden blood who could die of iron sickness. She was the kind who could wield magic just like he could. She had been considered a goddess by their home for how brilliant her magic and mind had been. Yet Cyrene chose to abuse the system she had devised, and it now rounded up and kenneled their kind, sentencing them to eternal torment; encasing them in an eternal tomb of iron they wouldn’t ever be able to escape. 

Once corrupted, their golden blood would burn and turn black. The lucky would have their consciousness die from the pain as their body turned into something grotesque, while others remained coherent for their torture. Some of them would get flayed alive, others have their organs harvested, some even had been forced to breed with the corrupted and often dying while heavy with child. And Phainon had been forced to watch every experiment with an iron collar around his neck and shackled in place by his wrists and ankles. He was forcibly kept alive, but never was he personally experimented on. Instead of having needles shoved in his body or knives carved into his flesh, or madness poured directly into him, he was made to watch, helplessly, as every single person he saw come into the care of KAOS became something vile.

There was a time when he was forced to make the new victims feel welcome, when they covered his burns and hid the scent of his destroyed flesh somehow, all in an attempt to see if his kind were able to adapt better if they were made comfortable before having the madness implanted in them.

Every time he vomited, he would be forced to clean it up himself.

Every time he refused to clean up, he was given the privilege of watching yet another child become disfigured.

Every time he failed to eat, he would have it forced down his throat.

Every time he couldn’t manage to keep it down, he was shown what they did to the women who came to the facility while already pregnant.

Every time he refused to sleep, they would drug him into unconsciousness.

Every time he fought the drug, they showed him how men were maimed.

Every time he escaped, they dragged him back and made it worse.

He suffered.

He suffered, but he knew it wasn’t as bad as what the people he had been forced to observe had suffered.

When he had caught wind of someone who had been making an effort to collapse the organization, he prayed for them to find him and succeed. He had managed to find people outside during his myriad of escape attempts who believed him and wanted to help him but had no idea how, which is why the news of someone like Mydeimos, Golden Hero of the Damned, was a serious blessing to his ears and soul.

He never expected to encounter the man directly. And he was originally sure he had hallucinated him due to being so close to death after his most recent attempt to take his own life failed and the punishment that brought him within an inch of his goal was cut abruptly short by the building collapsing. He had hoped he had died. He had hoped so desperately that he wasn’t going to have to live to see the dawn, and yet, when the smoke cleared and the cacophonous sounds of death slowed to a crawl, the sun had been warm on his body. He reached out towards the sun and was quickly greeted by a beautiful face that he had only read descriptions of. 

“Thank you.”

Apparently that was all he needed to say to be able to calm the wrath inside the golden hero’s heart, causing him to see that there was someone who was able to process what was going on around them.

He knew it must have been Mydeimos.

He was held in the man’s arms, and he loved the scent of the man’s neck despite them both being covered in blood and ash.

He was saved, and he meant it completely when he wanted to repay Mydei in any way possible.

And he was glad he had had the strength to repair the broken vocal cords; the only scar on Mydei’s body no longer existed because Phainon was lucky to have encountered him.

Mydei being the sexiest damn person in existence was a bonus though. He would have to do his best to make the man satisfied in every way he could. He wanted to be able to do that much.

He took another sip of his drink and spit it out, suddenly having choked on something solid in the beverage. He looked at what it was that he was drinking, and found a soft pink concoction that seemed to have little balls of cheese in it for some unholy reason. He could tell there was milk in it, which is why it didn’t bother him so much, he could tell there was fruit involved, which was mostly normal to mix with milk, but the cheese was a bit much to handle. He set the class down and found another glass to fill with water to help remove the taste of cheese from his mouth. He wasn’t really a cheese kind of person. Milk, sure, in small doses, but cheese? No thank you. Especially not in a drink.

He coughed between his first and second draught of water, thankful for the smooth, cool feeling of the refreshing liquid against his throat before he chose to eat his bread, completely unaware of the presence that lingered in the doorway, watching him go about his merry way. He leaned backwards against the counter with an elbow against the flat surface as he began to read the next article Mydei had grabbed, humming as he swirled the glass of water with the hand he had propped on the counter.

“You should wear pants.”

The voice startled him and he almost dropped the glass before he looked in the direction of the voice’s origin, but he had dropped the paper flawlessly.

“Oh, shit, Mydei, you scared me.” He dramatically clutched at his heart with the hand that once held the article.

“And you returned my voice somehow.” Mydei’s voice was like rough velvet, hoarse from going unused for the majority of his life, but his speech was so damn perfect that it was aggravating. “I almost thought I imagined getting my voice back, but when I woke up in my bed with whatever this shit is coming from me, I knew I hadn’t.” He casually reached between his thighs and produced a hand covered with their mutual release that was still so damn slick that it made Phainon gulp. “What did you do to me?” Mydei approached him, completely and shamelessly nude, and placed that cum-soaked hand in front of Phainon’s face while wearing a serious expression.

Phainon let the intrusive thoughts win as he grabbed Mydei’s wrist with his free hand and licked the cum off of his hand, closing his eyes at the pleasant, musky taste. He held Mydei’s hand firmly in place as he licked it clean, setting his glass of water down so he could use his other hand to steady Mydei’s trembling arm. The man was flushed and his breathing hitched while Phainon sucked on his fingers again. ‘Fuck he tastes great.’ He knew that Mydei was going to be his greatest weakness from now on, but probably also the greatest source of strength he could have ever hoped for, as he now would fight the sun to keep Mydei happy if he had to. He had given up on everything, but the man in front of him, whose hand he was currently licking clean, was a beautiful, shining light he didn’t know he had needed.

“That’s— ah–” Mydei’s little whine made his heart flip as he opened his eyes to see the blonde had become flushed red.

He removed the clean fingers from his mouth with a deliberate ‘pop’ and regarded Mydei with a softly hungry look. “If you’re worried about the mess, I will happily clean you up.” His hands maneuvered along Mydei’s arm and his left hand found Mydei’s right hip, thumb brushing against the heated, soft skin. “Say the word, and I will make sure you don’t have an ounce of cum on you, mine or yours.”  He held Mydei’s left hand in his right and kissed the knuckles gently, looking the man in the eyes as he did so. The clear confusion that emanated from him was adorable, so Phainon knelt down and licked where his precum had left a stripe along Mydei’s torso earlier, his right hand leaving Mydei’s left and moving to grab his muscular thigh as he moved downwards, cleaning Mydei of any trace of their earlier activity while the man trembled and failed to find the words or will to argue with what Phainon was doing. He even opened his legs to let Phainon do as he pleased, which meant Phainon was free to lift him onto the counter to have better access to the messy cunt he enjoyed so much earlier, and was more than happy to partake of again.

“Phai- haa- non— wh—” Mydei was breathing heavily and his hands tangled in his hair again as he went beyond simply cleaning up his earlier mess and went straight for eating Mydei out again, greedily lapping up whatever came from his sensitive and swollen cunt. Mydei’s ankles hooked behind Phainon’s shoulders and pulled him deeper. “That’s– hnnn— oh fuck—”

Phainon hummed as he fucked his tongue into Mydei as deep as he could, eating everything that fell from the blonde’s pussy like a man starving.

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He was by no means a small or frail man. On the contrary, Mydei was a massive, muscle-bound man who could easily throw an elephant if he really needed to. Only when he was manhandled by Phainon did he feel small and weak, and he hadn’t the chance to express his odd discomfort with the situation as he was so easily lifted onto the counter and devoured once again by the gorgeous man who had lit a fire inside of his gut. He let his head fall backwards and moans spill loudly from his lips as Phainon spared no effort in his ministrations, working Mydei through a series of sweet, rolling orgasms that definitely made more of a mess than he had offered to initially clean.

Mydei had woken up alone in his bed, cold and with fluid once again pooling between his thighs, but this time in a greater amount. “What the fuck?” He asked the question of the air quietly before it registered that the question had left his throat at all, the syllables reverberating in his chest. “What the fuck?” The second time he asked this, it was much softer and joined with him reaching towards his own throat.

Flashes of the ravenous sex that he had participated in flooded his memory as his fingers touched skin, and the heat of residual orgasm trembled lightly down his spine at the recollection. “Oh, right.” He sat up and spread his legs slightly before sliding his fingers into himself to feel the result of the brutal session, and he bit back a moan as his clit throbbed with need to be touched more. He decided to try to relieve the pressure on his own, stroking himself while the other hand’s fingers pounded into his sex, but it wasn’t enough. His own hands weren’t enough. Not right now, not with the scent of Phainon pouring from him with every pump of his fingers in and out of himself.

With a frustrated and shaky breath, he withdrew his hand from inside of himself and was enthralled at how the fluids were so thick yet so smooth between his fingers, and even when he parted his fingers, threads of fluid connected them like thick saliva, and Mydei couldn’t help but give it a taste. His fingers worked his clit harder as the taste of the fluid filled his mouth, and he could almost feel himself crest that peak, but it truly wasn’t enough. He needed Phainon’s touch right now. Even if it was just the man’s eyes raking his body as he stroked himself to completion, he would feel better and less stuck than he was right now, surely.

With great effort, he dragged himself off of the bed towards the now-lit kitchen. His eyes rolled back at the sensation of Phainon spilling out of him with every step, slicking his thighs as he walked. When he saw the man reading at the counter wearing a silk tunic that did nothing to hide his lithe form and barely concealed the cock he wanted in him, Mydei had to school himself and not drool at the thought of the man bending him over the counter and claiming him with fierce determination like a dog in heat, letting his balls slap against Mydei’s clit and bullying him into orgasm after orgasm and filling him up again and again.

When Phainon choked on Mydei’s favourite drink, he held back a chuckle, but when he was standing with a glass of water in one hand and a folded up paper in the other, completely focused on the content of the page, Mydei was transfixed once again by the radiant beauty that was Phainon’s entire being. He needed to break this spell that had been cast upon him by such a stunning man, so he entered the room and questioned the lack of pants despite being fully naked himself. He truly cared little if people saw him like this, but the way that Phainon ate him with his eyes was something he wanted to savor. It made even more slick fluid fall from his wet cunt, and Phainon moving to supposedly clean him didn’t help the matter.

“Phainon~” he was chanting the snowy-haired man’s name as fingers dug into his cunt over and over again, tongue laving over his lips and clit like a feral beast claiming his prize. “Please–” he was so close to release and he wanted what only Phainon could give him, “your cock. I need your cock.” He was barely able to breathe as Phainon sped up his hand's movements while standing up, his hard cock inches from where Mydei needed it to be. “Please–”

Phainon licked his own lips before wiping his face with his arm, clearing it of the slick fluid that he had coaxed from Mydei so easily before he leaned over to kiss Mydei sweetly. “If I keep going, you may end up pregnant, Mydeimos.”

Mydei’s body tensed, and the fingers in his cunt only moved faster, “but I’m a man— I can’t—”

Phainon’s hand left Mydei’s cunt and he felt the molten hot head of that beautiful cock press into him with ease all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion. “Anyone with a pussy can get pregnant,” he whispered into Mydei’s ear before Mydei felt the man’s lips travel down his neck before he sucked on his collar bone. “Imagine you heavy with our kids, fuck, Mydei, I wouldn’t be able to stop breeding you, we’d have so many fucking kids.”

Mydei’s legs wrapped around Phainon’s hips, locking him in place. He may not be able to understand how a man can give birth or carry children, but the thought of him and Phainon having something like that was quite tempting. “Breeding? What makes you think I would let you do something so–”

He was cut off by Phainon violently snapping his hips backwards and then pounding right back into him, knocking the wind right from his lungs. “Every time you drain my cock of cum, it’s me breeding you. Your cunt drinks my seed like fish need water and it’s so fucking sexy.” He circled his hips, causing heat to build behind Mydei’s nose. “I want to fill you up so much that you leak with every movement, that you can’t breathe without feeling the ache of my cock in you. I want everyone to know that I belong to you, and only you.” He bit into Mydei;s neck and Mydei didn’t restrain the sound of sheer pleasure that was torn from his gut. Oh, how he loved the sensation of being filled, of having Phainon’s teeth on him, of—

“Fuck—” Mydei fucked himself on Phainon’s cock while the man remained still, nd he drank the whiny noises that he made while he did so. “Just— fill me up already.” He tensed his abdomen, hoping that would cause Phainon to unravel, but he wasn’t so lucky. The man clearly had an iron will when it came to sex.

“Would you,” he whispered into Mydei’s ear as he began to pound into Mydei’s cunt with a slow pace that picked up speed gradually. “Would you ever consider mounting me in public?” Desperate whines came from Phainon as the slaps of skin meshed with the sensation of getting hit in the right places over and over again. “Force me to the ground and ride my cock while people watched?” He spoke like the act of being used like a toy in front of an audience was exactly what he wanted to have happen to him. The idea of Mydei forcing him to lie down while he rode him into oblivion was something that was that made Mydei’s face burn from mortification. “Please, please, please tell me that you’d use me,” his breaths were short as he spoke such filth into Mydei’s ear, licking and biting at his skin as his hands gripped almost painfully hard at Mydei’s waist while he slammed into him ruthlessly. “I want to only exist for you, Mydei.”

Mydei was breathless from his own cries of pleasure, but he managed nevertheless to grab Phainon’s face and pull him into a breathless, all-consuming kiss that he never wanted to part from and would happily drown in. His eyes were barely open as he saw Phainon’s closed eyes and the trails of tears that stained his cheeks. “Y-you shouldn’t— aaaahhh-haaannnn– cry when you’re— NNNN!! FUCK!” His fingers pulled on the silver hair, delirious as the man was relentless in his greed for Mydei’s euphoria. “Don’t cry whennnnnn~” He locked his ankles together around Phainon’s hips, making the man stop in his movements, giving them both a moment to properly breathe, “you’re balls-deep in a man’s cunt!”

Phainon’s eyes popped open and he regarded Mydei with something that was almost innocent had he not been, again, balls-deep in Mydei’s cunt. “I’m… crying?”

Mydei pulled Phainon impossibly closer and cradled his face in his hands, brushing the evidence of the tears away with his thumbs as he had to restrain himself from grinding on the delicious cock he locked inside himself with his own strength. “Y–nnnyes.” Mydei half moaned and half smiled as he felt the pulse of Phainon’s heat inside of him. “Your tears aren’t attractive to me,” the cock inside him throbbed, and Phainon whimpered, “I’d rather have you confident like you were before. Please don’t cry when you’re inside me, I can’t handle the idea of hurting you.”

Phainon’s breath trembled as he exhaled, “Mydei,” he whispered the name as if afraid it would scare the blonde away before he wrapped his arms around Mydei so strongly that he almost made it impossible for Mydei to breathe. “I love you, so much,” such a softly spoken phrase, as Mydei felt Phainon’s cock begin to pump him full again, dragging Mydei’s own orgasm from just beyond that edge he couldn’t reach on his own, causing him to go completely boneless again in Phainon’s arms, his legs falling, spread wide, at Phainon’s sides, and the seed that couldn’t fit was pouring out of him, making a lurid sound as it fell onto the tile floor.

Mydei was beyond cloud nine, and he wanted nothing more than to have Phainon hold him like this and continue fucking him until the sun came up and maybe well beyond that if he his stamina didn’t give out.

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How many times had it been that Mydei wanted to be filled up now? Phainon tried to recall, but was having a difficult time. He was sporting a splitting headache and wanted to swear off the alcohol he never drank anyway for causing his sex-induced hangover.

Mydei was far more insatiable than Phainon had ever thought possible, and while he was lucky to be able to keep up for the most part, he was still a relatively normal person at the end of the day. He could only take so much of his body being drained of not just seed, but his mana before his brain turned to soup.

He was able to crawl out of bed despite the strength of the blonde who had clung to him like a cat with all their claws out, and washed himself off before dressing himself and leaving a note that he was going to try running some errands and that it would probably be very easy to find him because the new guy was always noticed wherever he went, especially if he was taller than everyone and had hair that was white enough to make freshly-fallen, clean snow look like grey.

When he left the building, closing the door gently behind himself so he didn’t wake the rowdy lion inside, he was snuck up on by a woman he hadn’t noticed when he first left the house, and nearly jumped out of his own skin. He managed to somehow not scream in distress at the encounter, and that certainly wasn’t nothing.

“Oh, so the man who was brought home by my cute son is actually just as handsome as I had hoped!” The woman’s voice was sweet like a summer rose, and filled with an odd sense of pride that Phainon couldn’t place the source of. “I’m so glad you look good in those clothes, too. The girls and I worked hard to scrounge up things that would fit you, you know.” She prodded his bicep and he felt himself blush when she did so. “Does my son’s lover have a name?”

“Why do you think–”

“Oh honey, I fear half the town must have heard your ravenous affection as it played out during the night. You might become a local legend if you’re not careful.”

Phainon’s mouth dropped open and his face was very, very hot at the thought of becoming some sort of weird urban legend because he was truly obsessed with the blonde was really very embarrassing. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” He was so quiet when he asked the question he feared the woman didn’t hear him.

“Now, no one in this city has ever heard Mydeimos speak, so no one knows what his voice truly sounds like, but if I had to give a score based on the noises I heard coming from what I assume was my darling lion cub’s voice, then you got at least 9.5/10 for making him scream until his throat got sore.” She giggled at her observation and comment. “In all seriousness though, I was probably the only one who would know it was coming from my lion cub’s home or that it was his voice in the first place, so I think you’re fine and in no danger of being harassed or him being made to look bad for being who he is. He deals with so much hatred and disgust already that I was worried it was weighing too heavily on him, but with a second set of shoulders to help carry the burden, he will be safe.”

Phainon let out an odd sound in agreement. “I was going to run some errands, uh, where can I find some Queen Anne’s Lace to make a strong tea?”

The woman damn near choked on the air she breathed at his question. “Son, I think there are better options available than some quack-ass tea.” She began laughing hard enough that tears formed in the corners of her eyes while she wheezed to catch her breath. “Oh Mnestia, my dear boy, if you want to keep the man from having children all you need to know is that his body simply won’t allow it. His golden blood and his gift from Nikador makes it impossible. He has died far too many times to be able to carry life within himself.” She sounded almost somber at the thought, but still held a soft smile on her lips. “I refuse to tell him that much– that his body is scarred forever not because of KAOS, but because of something I couldn’t stop when he was a child.”

Phainon blinked as he absorbed the implication of the words she was saying. “That would mean that you’re–”

She held a finger to her lips, “I ask that you never tell him that I’m actually his mother. It would hurt him too much to find out that I’m not just teasing when I call him my son,” she sighed and started walking towards the end of the block, gesturing for Phainon to follow. “His story is painful, as all of our stories are. Those of us with the blood of titans are all doomed to suffer greatly, or so they say in the various prophecies and legends.” 

Phainon had to speed up his own pace to keep up with her as she made her way about town, explaining the intricacies of life at the port town of Strava and the surrounding area. She gave him a tour of the whole town and the places Mydei liked to stop by, having him introduce himself to the locals as he went so there would be less concern over his existence in their humble port.

A gaggle of small kids flanked him when they saw him with Gorgo, and he had to sit on his heels to be able to interact with them properly.

“‘re y’ Mydeimos’ wife then?” A young boy asked while weaving a crown made of weeds and grasses, “my Ma says thats you two’re lovers like’n she and Pa is.”

Phainon stared at the child, completely dumbstruck for a full minute before he opened his mouth to respond. Even then, he was beaten to the punch.

“No, this buffoon and I aren’t like your parents, Quill.” Mydei’s voice washed over him like the slowly rising tide on a cool summer day. “I have no intention of taking a wife, especially a man like this one who has no ability to clean under his fingernails or properly wipe his own ass.”

Phainon gawked at the insults, “I would make an amazing wife!”

The lone girl in the group snorted before doubling over with laughter. “You can’t be the wife! Mydeimos is the wife!”

“Farrow, come now, you’re being silly. You know I’m a man who needs no wife.” Phainon watched as Mydei knelt down by the girl and patted her head before fixing her braids for her while she giggled. The kids seemed completely unaware of Mydei’s voice being used at all, they must have gotten so used to him speaking without words that they had eventually come to understand his every word even without them being coherent. Mydei picked a leaf out of her hair before placing his hands gently on his shoulders. “Is your mother doing well? I know she has been ill recently, and I want to make sure she is tended to properly.”

Phainon watched as the kids were all drawn to the golden-haired man that stole his breath with every movement he took, and he drank in the sweet care he regarded every child with. No one was ignored, and they were each important in equal measure. He observed as Mydei stood and lifted the girl named Farrow to his shoulder and the boy named Quill to his opposite hip as they were the smallest of the bunch before he turned and addressed Phainon.

“I’m going to take these little brats to their homes. If you would like, you can join us. Talos is sneaky and will run off if he sees a bug or dog, so he’s an extra handful.” Mydei gestured with the hand holding Farrow towards a scrawny kid who was digging in the dirt with a stick and had a bandage on his knee. “I have to run my rounds after this, just to keep an eye on things.”

The sight was truly something to behold. The blonde who could destroy entire cities in minutes carried children so carefully in his arms, highlighting how precious they were to the future he sought for the world they lived in. How the man spoke so kindly to them, not dumbing it down, not making them feel stupid or worthless— he was the picture of a perfect mother, and Phainon knew he was breathlessly in love.

He held Talos by the hand as they made their way to the children’s homes and down Mydei’s usual checklist of tasks. He had the pleasure of explaining his existence to a good handful of people, and he saw as he broke the hearts of people who had clearly been pining after Mydei for some time now. 

After all the children were deposited back to their homes and the rounds were almost done, it was just about time for them to eat, so Mydei brought him to a marketplace that had many open-air stalls that featured local and foreign cuisine. There was music alive in the air as adults went about their way and enjoyed the fresh air before they had to start their next busy day.

“This place is so– It smells so good!” Phainon excitedly spun in place before grabbing Mydei’s hands in his own. “What do you recommend?”

Mydei’s demeanor was so soft, his smile as he looked at the ground to the side and his face dusted slight pink was endearing, “I personally like the honeycakes.”

“Then honeycakes we shall have!” He pulled Mydei towards him and kissed him without warning, and it felt like the entire world stopped and held its breath.

Mydei felt like he wanted to return the gesture, but he instead shoved Phainon away and looked up at him with an angry, wounded expression, wiping his mouth before spitting on the ground. “HKS.” He turned on his heel and left the market in such a rush that Phainon couldn’t see where he went.

“What–” He dropped the arm he had inadvertently raised to reach out after Mydei, letting it fall by his side. “What did I do wrong?” 

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Mydei couldn’t believe that Phainon would seriously just—

He ran because he wanted to be vulnerable, but he couldn’t afford to be, not in that place, not around the people who looked up to him as a beacon of strength and reliability. Not to mention how people didn’t trust when men—

He clenched his fist to the point that it bled, holding his hands tight to allow the blood to continue falling. It would heal too fast otherwise.

“I’m not allowed to have that.” He whispered to himself as he sat atop the tallest belfry in town. He often ended up here at night when he felt alone because he was able to be impartial and observe the world from on high. He didn’t feel powerful when he was up here, and he didn’t feel like anyone would ever know he was hiding there, either. It was a secret place he kept to himself, one where he got to pretend he didn’t exist and that his efforts didn’t feel completely wasted because from up here, he could see the lives he had saved play out below him. Up here, he was able to see a future he wished to protect as something possible.

“I’m an idiot.” He whispered before he cradled his head between his knees and folded his elbows over his head, his hands entwined and raised towards the moon. “My curse won’t ever allow me to have the kind of happiness you want with me.” He refused to let the tears fall from his eyes despite their threat to do so. He hated being someone who couldn’t die, who couldn’t suffer wounds, and who couldn’t truly live. He wanted to exist among mortals and to be something that could live a normal, human existence, even though it was impossible.

Humans didn’t scale towers like this in mere seconds.

Humans didn’t have skin that glowed like fire.

Humans didn’t have to–

“Hey handsome, I don’t think this is the most warm place to find a really hot guy, but I guess if I get lucky, I can accept it.”

Mydei’s attention snapped up to the playful voice that accompanied the man who had somehow completely quietly joined him. “How did–”

“How did I find you?” Phainon took a seat next to Mydei and leaned against him, sharing his body heat. “You kind of glow when your emotions flare up. Also, people like us can always find each other, it’s part of the blood we share.”

Mydei looked at him and felt a pang in his heart. Phainon sounded sad when he said such a thing. Why?

“Did I do something wrong back there?” He leaned over and looked Mydei in the eyes, his bright blue ones glowed beautifully in the moonlight. “I wasn’t expecting you to look so pissed off, let alone take off running.”

Mydei sighed and tilted his head back to look at the stars. “I can’t let these people know I have any weaknesses. Even if I celebrate milestones with them, help them with their tasks, or keep their kids from causing trouble, I must not show any of the things that make me seem weak. I can’t let any of them know that I have a weakness that can be used against me.” He closed his eyes and thought back to the beating heart of his last lover in his hand. It still burned, and he would never be able to forget the pain from that night. “I let someone in once before, and I was foolish to do so. That person ended up dead by my hand, their golden blood had turned red, and it was my fault.”

Phainon scooted impossibly closer before resting his head on Mydei’s torso.

“I’m not allowed to have relationships that are so close that they can be weaponized against me. I can’t let it happen ever again, and I don’t want anyone to hurt you to get to me.”

“Mydei, you know that I—”

“He was a member of KAOS.” His breath shook as he said the words he never wanted to accept. “The one with whom I shared my bed sought to kill me and my kind. He subjected himself to the procedure that removed his bond to the titans, succeeding in his blood turning red completely.”

“Oh Mydei–”

“I found out because he started begging to impregnate me, begging to let me carry a child who would make the golden blood disappear from the world, and I snapped. I tore him apart with my own hands.”

Phainon’s arms wrapped around him in a much-needed embrace.

“His brain had been messed with, because before that; before everything—” a hiccup escaped him, and it hurt. “Before he became a proper human, he wanted to protect the world by my side. He wanted the same future I did, and I trusted him with my heart and my body. He loved me despite the lack of a voice, and he–” he felt like he would suffocate on air and his eyes were burning all the same. “Hephaestion. He was manipulated by the man who stole my voice from me all those years ago. I don’t even know how long he was employed under KAOS, or if he was running the experiments that directly harmed innocent people. All I know is that he was a pawn used to hurt me, and it worked.”

Phainon’s grip on him tightened. “Lycurgus will fucking pay for what he’s done to you.” His voice was a seething growl and hit with a deep, searing rage that Mydei didn’t think was possible from the man.

“Lycuru– huh?”

“The man behind KAOS.” Phainon spoke through gritted teeth. “He trapped my childhood friend in a similar situation, and now she happily works for him, tracking down everyone with gold in their veins.”

Mydei heard Phainon’s knuckles crackle.

“I wanted to kill him years ago, but now I promise that I’ll let you have the final fucking swing.”

Mydei opened his burning eyes and looked at a blurry Phainon. “Do you know where to find him?”

“Unfortunately, I do.” Phainon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Aedes."

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