The Palms of Christ - FE:3H - Dimitri/ F!Byleth

Offer your body as a burning building
without fire escapes.

I want to feel you like lifelines
on the palms of Christ
when the nails went through.

Andrea Gibson

-

Goddess, she was tired. Bone crushing lethargy made every step a mammoth effort, and her waterlogged boots wrought havoc on her poor feet. Five years since the battle of Garreg Mach, and Edelgard's betrayal. Empress Edelgard now, she supposed. Byleth rubbed her burning, bloodshot eyes, stopping abruptly just inside the crumbled monastery wall. Her sword was halfway from its sheath by the time she registered what she was seeing. 

A bloody bunch of corpses. In Imperial livery, no less, and completely brutalised. These had not been easy deaths. A prickle of unease spread across her scalp as she skirted the bodies, green eyes darting between the killing field and the dark entrance to the once great hall. The complete absence of sound only increased her anxiety, there were no birds, no animals, no voices. Not even a breeze to lighten the oppressively still air.

Through the broken doors Byleth could see wide swathes of golden sunlight cutting through the gloom, shining through holes in the roof. Crumbled stone and dust littered the floor, seemingly undisturbed but for some enterprising plant life growing through the cracks. 

Her booted footsteps were loud in the silence, and she gripped her sword hilt tightly as she stepped over the threshold. Her eyes were immediately drawn upward to the extensive damage, a humongous hole where the beautiful vaulted ceilings had once been, and a giant rock, likely the culprit, perched underneath. She didn't see him at first, hidden in the gloom, among the rubble. But as she moved around the sun warmed boulder, mid-step, their gazes locked.

Byleth froze, green eyes wide. 

"Dimitri..." His name a soft sigh from her lips.

He turned his head away, dirty blonde hair falling to cover a black eye patch, mouth curled in a twisted line.

"I should have known..." His voice was husky, rough with disuse, and heavy with bitterness "that one day... you would be haunting me as well."

Byleth staggered closer and he turned a furious blue eye on her.

"What must I do to be rid of you?! I will kill that woman, I swear it."

Her knees hit the stone with a 'thud' she barely felt, her entire being focused on the hunched over, snarling prince of Faerghus.

"Everything will be ok..." She murmured, reaching out to touch his face.

Dimitri flinched away, confusion and anger on his face.

"It can't be! You're alive?! Hmph. If that is the case... That can only mean you are another Imperial spy. Did you come here to kill me? Answer the question."

"Of course not! Dimitri..."

"Hmph." 

He pushed away from the wall, away from her, and stalked across the hall.

"I'm glad you're safe..." Byleth's voice was soft.

Dimitri paused in the doorway, sighed, and looked up into the cloudless blue sky.

"Am I?" He asked, but the heavens held no answer.

Watermelon Sugar - Aria/ Raiden - Errant Kingdom

 Lead me to the truth and I, will follow you with my whole life.

What is tense?

They'd intended this to be something soft and sweet but every time they touched it was like fire and lightning, some primal earthly need to be inside each others skin.

-

Yep, it's official. This was going to be how she died. Over a fucking watermelon. Ria took the leap between rooftops, swearing out loud as she scraped her palms on the rough stone. She made sure to flip off the guards milling about the alley below before bounding across the roof after the white haired motherfucker she was planning to fucking murder, if she could catch him.

The fruit thief was casually scaling an ivy loaded trellis, shiny green contraband tucked under his arm. The raven haired shadow dragged herself up behind him to find that, mercifully, he'd stopped running and was sprawled on the sun warmed roof.

"Asshole." Aria huffed, flopping down beside him, blue eyes trained on the cloudless sky.

Raiden laughed.

"Did you lose 'em?"

"Fuck you." She swore, then "Of course I did."

His answering grin made her want to punch his stupid pretty face.

"This better be some watermelon." She grumbled.

Raiden drew a long, sharp knife and twirled it between his fingers, still with that cocky fucking smirk. She wanted to kill him, and kiss him, maybe in that order. The white haired asshole certainly seemed to have that effect on people. Although Ria had to admit, watching how efficiently he butchered the fruit was certainly upping the kiss factor. She'd had yet to find out just how well he could use those scarred hands, but watching him in action certainly promised a lot.

Aria scowled as he handed her a slice of melon.

"Thank you Raiden." He supplied in a mocking voice, when she said nothing.

She flipped him off and shoved the fruit in her mouth, eyes fluttering closed, she uttered a soft groan of appreciation as she tasted the sweet juice.

A beat of silence.

"Should I leave you two alone?"

Ria's eyes flew open, cheeks flushing, and she immediately chomped the rest of the fruit in as unsexy a manner as she possibly could, all snapping teeth and dripping juice.

Raiden snorted with laughter, but stopped teasing her long enough to eat a slice. Aria wiped the juice from her chin with the back of her hand and helped herself to some more. She watched Raiden cut another slice into smaller pieces, lifting an eyebrow as he raised one to her lips. He waggled his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes, but she opened her mouth and took it, licking the juice from the tips of his fingers. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief.

"My turn." Raiden declared, opening his mouth expectantly.

If Aria rolled her eyes any harder they would likely fall out of her head, but she popped a piece of fruit in his mouth, jumping as he grabbed her wrist before she could pull her hand away. The smiling assassin made a show of licking his lips, and then licked her index and middle fingers, slowly, from base to tip. His brushed a kiss to her scratched palm, and then the inside of her wrist, a light scrape of teeth against the pale skin.

Aria's lips parted in a soft sigh that drew his gaze to her mouth and his intention was clear as he leant over to kiss her. Ria tilted her head, scooping some soft melon in her free hand, and with their lips mere inches apart she crushed the sticky fruit against the side of his face, rubbing it in his snowy hair for good measure.

Raiden yelped and swore, shaking his head like a wet dog while Aria dissolved into gleeful laughter. 

"Kind of a dick move, innit?" 

He pouted so prettily, it almost made her feel bad. 

"Right then," In a heartbeat she was flat on her back, the cheeky assassin pinning her in place with his body. "You asked for it."

She squealed with laughter as he rubbed his sticky face and hair against her cheek, and down her neck, all the skin he could reach. She was still laughing as he nipped the corner of her jaw, but the slow drag of his lips from jawline to chin had her feeling something else entirely. Like if he didn't kiss her right now she was going to fucking die.

His lips were warm and sticky and sweet, his mouth hot, a kiss she could chase to the ends of the earth. She kissed him back slowly, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers tangling in his messy hair. He groaned as she sucked hard on his lip, his tongue, soothing each hurt with a cheeky flick of her own tongue. She fed at his mouth, kissing the sweet taste of watermelon from his skin.

She could do this all day.

Except, well, the ground was kind of hard. And Raiden was heavy. She tried shifting underneath him but he pinned her with his hips.

"Rai" She gasped, turning her head. 

His response was a muffled 'Mmmm?' as he kissed his way down her throat.

"Let's go somewhere else." She tugged on his hair. 

"Why? You don't wanna get frisky on the roof?" His wicked laugh rumbled against her skin, but he moved aside to let her up.

Aria mumbled something about asshole assassins and got to her feet, conscious of the fact that she'd wanted him to move but was now missing the weight of him and god she needed to have sex with that man. 

"Come to my place."

He looked at her, the smirk creeping back onto his face. He made a show of thinking about it, stretching out the silence, his smirk growing.

"Alright" 

And she knew his cocky grin meant more trouble, likely for her.

"If you can catch me."

And he jumped.

Aria sighed as his laughter floated back to her on the breeze. 

Yep, she was going to kill him.

Errant Kingdom - Aura/ Lucien/ Raiden

"Touch me, Aura."

Lucien pressed her hands to their chest

One night in heaven - FF7R - AU

Cloud relocates to Wall Market and decides to trade the mercenary life for sex work.

I put an unnecessary amount of thought into this >_<  

-

"Hell'uva show" The redhead palmed himself through his black pants "How much to fuck ya right now?"

Bored cerulean eyes flicked away from the window to glance at the man all but panting opposite him. His body still damp and aching from thorough use only minutes before, he'd been contemplating wine and a long, hot bath, not more sex. But he sure liked the way Reno was touching himself.

Cloud pretended to think about it, feigning irritation, though his loins were already responding. 

"500 gold, and make it quick."

Reno whipped out his phone and opened the SquarePay app.

"What's your SquareCode?"

Cloud told him, 

Built for Vice - Chapter 2 - Errant Kingdom - Breakfast - Auran/ Cedric

Auran Starfire
Ambassador Aura Starfire
Ser Cedric
Ser Seren Fontaine
Lord David Maxwell
Lady Anne Maxwell

-

Auran awoke moments before the sun, somehow refreshed despite a distinct lack of slumber.  The early birds were testing muted voices in the pre dawn light, while the rest of the world slept on.  The blonde listened to the quiet refrain and watched the beautiful man sleeping next to him, for a time. It should be illegal, Auran thought, for anyone to look that good, sprawled out and asleep on blood red sheets, the smooth expanse of tawny skin just begging to be tasted. He was only human, after all, how was he expected to resist such temptation?

Cedric stirred and shifted in his sleep, drawing the icy gaze to the thin crimson material pooled in his lap, and the thick, hard cock barely concealed beneath. Auran couldn't help the wicked grin that curled his lips as he thought of the perfect way to wake the man. His long blonde hair escaped its tie during the night so Auran pulled the silky length over his shoulder and out of the way before he leant over and nuzzled Cedric's erection through the sheet. Pale blue eyes flicked to the brunette's sleeping face as he pulled the sheet aside and lowered his mouth to the man's cock.

Dark eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, eyes slowly opening, as Auran's mouth brought Cedric awake. He mumbled something incoherent, hips shifting, fingers clumsily stroking the blonde's hair. Auran was merciless, trying to bring Cedric to the edge as swiftly as possible, and it didn't take long. He came with a hoarse cry, eyes closed and head tipped back.

Auran took every bit of seed, swallowing around Cedric, tongue swiping the last
drops from the tip as he lifted his head.

"Good morning..." He purred.

Cedric grunted, motionless, but opened his eyes.

"Good morning...WAIT!" He sat up, alarmed "What time is it?"

"Early" Auran stretched out beside him "But you'll need to hurry if you don't want my sister to suspect anything."

Cedric threw himself out of bed and began to collect his scattered clothing, mumbling under his breath about ambassadors and breakfast meetings and poor, overworked knights.

He paused, one sock on, admiring the man stretched out naked and gorgeous before him. It would be a crime not to taste those luscious lips one last time, so Cedric climbed astride the blonde and claimed his mouth in a hard kiss, full of tongue and teeth. He came up for air only when a pair of wicked hands slipped under his shirt, intending to distract him further, but unfortunately he had places to be. He kissed the backs of Auran's hands and slipped out of reach.

"We'll talk later." He promised, and left.

--

"Hold still, you pest!"

"Miss Perry, that is no way to speak to a lord of my standing."

"Such a 'lord' would surely not fuss like a child."

The blonde gasped dramatically. 

"You wound me."

"Hardly." She stabbed the last pin into place with, what felt like to Auran, unnecessary force "There. What do you think?"

Auran studied his reflection critically, turning his head to admire the delicate braids securing the hair back from the left side of his face, leaving his sharp jawline, and the love bites on his throat, in plain view.

"Perfect" He turned in his seat "As always."

He reached for the dark haired girl but she stepped back, smacking one hand away with the wooden brush.

"I've no more time for your nonsense this morning. And you'll be late for breakfast."

Auran turned back to the mirror to fuss with his appearance some more, making sure the bruises around his eye were hidden with makeup. He wanted to avoid questions, and gossip, though he left the love bites visible to tease Cedric. And he did have a certain reputation to uphold, after all.

Time to go.

-

Breakfast was served on a secluded terrace, and all were in attendance, allowing Auran to make an entrance. The blonde swaggered through the double doors, gold trim on his tunic sparkling in the early morning sun.

"Good morning, sweet sister." He bent to kiss her pale cheek, ignoring the barely perceptible narrowing of her eyes in speculation. He continued on, lifting his pale gaze to wink at Cedric who stood guard some feet away. To his credit, the brunette merely blinked. 

Auran smiled slightly and turned to the ambassador's dining companions.

"Lord Maxwell" He inclined his head at the middle aged man clad in an abundance of silk and fur. No wonder the man's face was red, he must be sweltering.

"My lady Anne..." Auran held out both hands to the petite blonde Lady Maxwell, kissing her rings and slender, gloved knuckles.

"That's Lady Maxwell to you." Lord Maxwell protested.

"Come now David, don't fuss." Lady Anne gently chided her husband, smiling up at the rakish blonde "Lord Starfire meant no offense."

"Never!" Auran declared, seating himself next to Lady Maxwell.

"Dear brother. I wasn't aware you would be joining us...?" Aura lifted her goblet of orange juice to hide her amusement.

"Yes I see that, and pray, forgive the intrusion." He leant back as a place was hurriedly set for him, looking not the least bit concerned that he had, in fact, intruded. 

"Think nothing of it" His sister waved one manicured hand in dismissal "It is quite fortuitous really, Lord Maxwell was just telling me about the new vineyards he acquired, and I know you have a vested interest in viticulture."

A what now? Auran quirked an eyebrow at his sister, but didn't miss a beat.

"Of course."

Lord Maxwell scowled at the blue eyed blonde for a moment longer, but his enthusiasm for what was clearly a passion project seemed to swiftly overtake his personal dislike for the man. 

"Yes, well... Are you familiar with Novian grape strains?"

Auran scoffed, making a mental note to murder his sister at his earliest convenience. 

"Isn't everyone?"

Lord Maxwell merely laughed.

"Quite." He beamed at Auran "My scientists have been hard at work for some time now, and it is my belief they will soon have it." He leaned forward. "Imagine. A frost resistant grape."

Auran blinked.

"Amazing." He supplied.

"Remarkable!" His sister cut in, taking the conversation in hand once more.

Auran let the rest of the talk wash over him while he helped himself to the food and drink, making sure to wink at Lady Maxwell the third time he caught her watching him. The lady flushed and hid a small smile behind her hand. 

Eventually Lord Maxwell talked himself out and the pair bid their goodbyes. Auran watched them go then propped his feet up on the table, tilting his chair back. His sister frowned at his booted feet among the dishes but said nothing.

"Care to enlighten me?" Auran prompted.

The ambassador idly traced the rim of her glass with one finger.

"Just making sure your wits are still sharp."

"Well thanks" Auran scoffed "But you needn't worry on that account."

"It seems not. Anyway, it wouldn't hurt you to have a few more friends at court."

Aura looked him over, nodding to the marks on his neck.

"Whose wife did you defile this time?"

"Nobody's -wife-, and I could do without friends like that tosser." 

"David Maxwell is a highly respected member of the Novian court." Her tone was chastising, but she smiled, knowing full well how her brother felt.

"You should hang out with cool people, like that demon."

Aura stiffened.

"Ambassador Veritas is... Unique."

"She's totally smitten." Cedric supplied with a cheeky grin. 

"I am not."

"They're having dinner."

"Cedric!" 

"What?" his grin widened. "It's true."

"And my -brother- doesn't need to know."

"Oh, no" Auran grinned back, his feet hitting the ground with a dull thud "Your brother definitely needs to know."

"No" The ambassador said firmly "You don't. Now go find someone else to annoy, I have work to do." By which she meant she intended to quietly finish her breakfast and sort through an ever present pile of correspondence. 

Auran continued to smile, but he obediently got to his feet. This was information that he fully intended to use against her at some point in the near future, and while he would never jeopardise her place in the foreign court, it was his sacred duty as her brother to embarrass his sister as much as possible. He took his duty very seriously. 

--

Acheron - REVIEW

Acheron
by Sherrilyn Kenyon

I see now why this book divides people. The entire first half is devoted to the physical, mental, and sexual torture of a minor - our titular character Acheron - who for the record is the only reason I am still reading this bullshit series. Unfortunately the writing isn't good enough to make me care, which is sad in and of itself, because I definitely cared during the first few books.

Having read a whole lot of reviews I am hesitant to continue with the rest of the story, because I guarantee I won't like the heroine, and I don't think I will be satisfied with such a conclusion.

Acheron has supposedly gone his whole life feeling nothing for anyone, and we're expected to believe the instalove is real?

No thanks.

Acheron deserves better.

We deserve better.

Built for Vice - Chapter 1 - Errant Kingdom - Auran/Cedric - POSTED

Auran Starfire

*

The wall was rough against his face, the sharp edges of the stone digging into his pale skin through the thin red and gold silks, the arms that held him in place like a crushing weight on his chest.

"Please..."

His normally silky voice was harsh with terror and the pleas spilled from his lips like rain.

"Shut up."

The harsh reply broke off a moment later with a curse, and the nobleman felt the weight of his attacker suddenly lifted. Shouts and curses echoed down the alley, and Auran risked a shaky glance over his shoulder to see two forms rolling around on the ground. He stumbled backward away from the pair, the firey red magical serpent swirling around him protectively, which meant...

"Cedric!"

The struggling mage ignored him and slammed his fist into the other man's torso, a bright burst of flame sending the thug flying down the alley. He shakily got to his feet, shrugging away from his helping hands.

"The palace." He ground out, eyes dark with fury "Now."

Confused and shaken, Auran let him lead him back to the palace and into his rooms, away from prying eyes. He took the time to count himself through a breathing exercise and restore his equilibrium. He would deal with his own feelings later, when he was alone.

"Cedric, it's fine. I'm fine."

He thought to calm the storm raging in his companions eyes.

"IT'S NOT FINE!"

But no, it seems he did not want to let it go that easily. At least he'd waited until they were in private to scold him.

"Cedric-"

"Maker's mercy, Auran!"

Long fingered hands ran through his messy hair in frustration.

"You're the most infuriating man I've ever met!"

The nobleman frowned. It wasn't like Cedric to be this emotional, in the time they'd known each other he had always been quick with a joke to make light of a situation.

"Why are you so upset?"

"Why am I so upset...?"

He repeated the question with a bitter laugh.

"It's my job to protect you! And your sister, yes, I know."

He waved a hand in dismissal.

"But I don't..." He sighed "It's not the same. I don't... If anything happened to you..."

If anything happened to him? Auran opened his mouth to reassure him that he was in fact still unhurt, but he was starting to wonder if this was about more than a guard protecting his charge. But no, surely he couldn't mean... Did Cedric have... feelings?

He felt silly even thinking it.

Cedric was looking at the ceiling, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He shouldn't have lost control like that. What would Auran think of him now?

It was a rare moment indeed that saw the nobleman lost for words, but Cedric's outburst had achieved the impossible, leaving the blonde searching for the right thing to say.

"I need to file the report." Inscrutable brown eyes settled on Auran's face "Please stay here."

The nobleman nodded, judging this was not the best time to argue, and watched Cedric leave. Cedric had returned, and was seated on a 'insert seating description', ankle propped on his knee and toying with one of the buckles on his knee high boot. He looked up.

"Auran, I..." He cleared his throat "I'm sorry..." He put his foot back on the ground and leaned forward. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes Cedric" Auran padded barefoot across the carpet "For the thousandth time. I'm fine."

The blonde perched on the edge of the seat next to Cedric, who exhaled sharply in a deep sigh.

"Ok" Cedric said "Good."

The mage looked at him through the fall of his russet hair, brown eyes tracing his features, slipping down his body to the smooth expanse of thigh exposed by the fall of his robe. He swallowed hard. Auran followed his gaze, lips twitching in an almost smile, then he deliberately shifted his position to expose a little more skin. He thought poor Cedric was about to have a heart attack, judging from the desperate look on his face, and his eyes were dark with lust as Auran lifted the brunettes chin, forcing eye contact.

Proceeding further was undoubtedly a terrible idea. The very worst of ideas. It was liable to cause all sorts of problems for both them. And his sister. Hell, probably the whole court. But as Cedric's gaze fell to his mouth, lips parting with a soft breath, Auran suddenly found that he couldn't quite remember the reasons why.

Ever so slowly the nobleman leant toward him, fingertips a mere suggestion resting underneath the mage's chin, hardly touching and definitely not stopping him from pulling away, if he so desired.  But it appeared that his desires lay in another direction, for those perfect lips were upon his without pause.

Cedric kissed like he fought, like wildfire

--

Auran let his long hair fall over the side of his face, suppressing a grimace as he caught sight of Cedric leaning against the wall between suites. The last thing he needed after the night he'd had was an interrogation from the fiery mage.

Alas, Cedric's dark eyes missed nothing, widening slightly as they took in the bruising around his left eye, and scuffed appearance.

"Auran, what-"

The blonde held up a hand to forestall the questions, not wanting to alert his sister (or any other gossiping nobles) to his situation. He unlocked the door and motioned Cedric inside.

The moment the door closed the mage was on him.

"What the hell happened??"

Tawny hands pushed his hair back and tilted his head to inspect his injuries.

"It's fine, I'm fine."

He pushed Cedric's hands away.

"It's not fine!Your sister would kill me if anything happened to you." The brunette scowled up at him 

"I can take care of myself." Auran pushed passed him and moved further into the room.

"Clearly."

He ignored the jab and shrugged out of his outer robe, draping the heavy garment over the back of a chair.

"I was mugged, it happens."

Cedric sighed.

"To some more than others, it seems. Any other injuries I should know about?"

Auran turned and smiled wryly at the mage.

"Only my pride."

"What did they take?"

"A few trinkets."

"Do I need to report this?"

Auran shook his head.

"No, it won't be an issue."

Then he smiled as Cedric ran his hand through his messy brown hair, a habit when he was frustrated. It was terribly endearing, though the brunette frowned in response.

"Next time, just... Let me know, ok?" He said softly.

It was a promise Auran wasn't certain he could keep, but he made it without hesitation.

"As you wish."

Cedric studied his features for a moment, expression serious, as though to convince himself of the truth in Auran's words.

"Alright." He finally said, turning back to the door "I'll leave you to it."

Auran reached out to gently grasp his shoulder.

"Thank you."

The brunette smiled.

"Any time."

As the door swung shut Auran leant his forehead against the cool wood. Despite his brave front, the mugging had really caught him off guard. He'd always been able to take care of himself, but stupidly hadn't taken any precautions this evening when he'd slipped into the city. It was supposed to be a quick trip to the tavern and back, and the alley hadn't even been that narrow or dark. He'd felt perfectly safe, until those rough hands had grabbed him...

A shudder ran through his body as he replayed those moments in his mind. It wasn't the first time he'd been assaulted, and it probably wouldn't be the last, given his penchant for putting himself in unsavoury situations, and they hadn't taken anything of import, but it never got any easier. With a sigh he pushed away from the door and moved into the bathroom. A bath wouldn't necessarily fix things but he was certain being clean would help.

While the large tub filled with steaming water, the blonde threw in a handful of spiced salts and slipped out of his soiled red and gold robes, letting them lay where they fell in a puddle of tarnished silk. The rest of his golden skin was unblemished, apart from a smudge of dirt on one cheek, but he was certain more bruising would form in time.

The scalding hot water was exactly what he needed, and Auran submerged himself up to his chin, letting the heat burn the phantom hands away.

Clean once more and clad in a silky crimson robe, he was just pouring himself a glass of dark red wine when there was a soft knock at the door. He opened it to reveal a casually dressed Cedric leaning against the frame, arms crossed. He flashed a cheeky grin.

"Just checking you haven't flown the coop. Again."

Auran rolled his eyes.

"Well don't fret, mother hen. I'm still here."

He took a large mouthful of wine. Cedric's dark gaze traveled the length of his form, perhaps lingering a moment on the loose, open 'V' of his neckline, before returning to his face. Auran raised one perfect blonde eyebrow, stepping aside in invitation.

Cedric tilted his pretty head, assessing, then moved inside the room. The energy changed, a tension that wasn't there a moment before, and the mage found himself pushed back against the wall. Cedric's gaze fell to his mouth, lips parting with a soft breath. Ever so slowly the blonde leaned toward him, fingertips a mere suggestion resting underneath that sharp chin, and then those perfect lips were upon his.

Slender hands entwined in his long hair, pulling his head down further, pressing harder. Still so soft, the lazy, wet tangle of tongue, Auran opening his mouth for the brunette. Cedric's kiss was like warm honey, like heated velvet, drawing a desperate groan from the taller blonde. He moved backward, taking Cedric with him, colliding with all manner of obstacles before finally tearing his mouth away to focus on where he was going, managing to lead the brunette into his bedroom, wine glass lost along the way.

Against the bedroom wall now, Auran wrapped his arms around the brunette to pull him closer still. He trailed kisses along his perfect jawline and up the long edge of his ear, tracing the tip with tongue and a hint of teeth. The mage pushed away from him with a soft pleasured growl, deft hands beginning to make light work of his belt.

Auran moved passed him to the bed, glancing over his shoulder to see if Cedric was watching, before slipping the ties of his robe and letting it slide down his body to pool on the carpet. He crawled onto the bed and made himself comfortable against the pillows, soft lantern light gilding every inch of bare flesh. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and brought himself to full attention in a few long, slow strokes, idly toying with the thin gold ring through the head. Cedric joined him on the bed in his underwear, with barely a raised eyebrow at the cock ring, and Auran pulled the brunette to him, eager for more kisses. Settling in between his legs Cedric kissed him again, harder, sharp teeth nipping the blonde's lips while his hands were everywhere.

Auran gripped the mage's backside through the soft linen, simultaneously massaging and pulling him closer so he could grind their hips together, any noises of pleasure lost in the kiss. The blonde shamelessly rubbed himself against Cedric, delighting in the delicious friction, impossibly hard and wanting now.

"Top drawer" He gasped out, tearing his mouth away.

Cedric raised an eyebrow but followed the instruction, leaning over to open the drawer. 

"This?" He pulled out a small vial of oil, then flashed a wicked grin and reached in to pick up a curved black glass phallus "Or this?"

Auran caught his bottom lip between his teeth and pretended to think about it.

"Just the oil, this time."

Cedric continued to smile as he leaned down to kiss the blonde once more.

"Is that your way of saying you want to fuck me?" He purred.

Auran tipped his head back, long fingers trailing through the hair at the nape of Cedric's neck as the brunette kissed his way down his neck.

"No" He said softly, eyes fluttering closed "I want -you- to fuck -me-."

He felt Cedric smile against his skin.

"Alright. But I'm curious to know what this feels like."

The knight lifted his head, dropping his gaze and his hand to Auran's golden cock ring.

"Next time. Right now I just..." Auran couldn't help but twitch under the teasing touch "I need..."

Cedric nipped his jaw.

"It's ok. I've got you."

He stopped teasing the nobleman long enough to slick his hand with oil then set to stroking Auran's pierced cock, freeing himself with his other hand so he could rub their hard lengths together, fingers curled around Auran and thumb curled around himself, skin pressed against skin from base to tip. Auran arced into the touch, biting his lip, his hands busy with every inch of Cedric he could reach.

It had admittedly been a while, and the pleasure was building too fast, forcing Cedric to shudder to a stop. Auran continued to rub himself against him.

"If you want me inside you, you're gonna have to stop that." Cedric murmured against the blonde's lips.

Hardly chastised, Auran wrapped his legs around him, kissing his lips and jaw.

"Then hurry up and fuck me." His husky voice rumbled against Cedric's skin.

Cedric grinned and took him at his word, clever mouth kissing him senseless once more. Lips, teeth, tongue and knowing hands rebuilt the frenzy of moments earlier, sensual and sexy, Auran couldn't fault the knight's technique.

"I-Ah!" Auran's voice cut off as he felt those sharp teeth buried in his throat, instantly forgetting what he was going to say, hissing as the knife edge of pain and pleasure flooded his body, and went straight to his cock, Cedric's slicked hand moving between Auran's legs to the tight ring of muscle therein. One long finger circled the entrance and slipped inside.

Auran wanted more. More teeth, more fingers, more pain, more pleasure. He found himself  whimpering in desperation, murmured pleas falling from his lips as Cedric worked his magic. 

A second finger joined the first, and light scissoring had him seeing stars. The blonde clutched at Cedric's shoulders, chasing his mouth for more kisses, though he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

At three fingers, with Auran moaning into his kiss, Cedric was satisfied and withdrew.

"On your knees, then." He said with a cheeky smirk, lightly slapping Auran's tanned thigh.

Auran rolled over and let Cedric manhandle him into position, with knees spread, ass in the air, and the mage's hands firm on his hips.

"Tell me to stop and I will."

"Ok."

Cedric felt rather than heard Auran's assent, but once given, he lined himself up and started to push inside the tight blonde. Auran tensed under Cedric's hands, a ragged moan spilling from his lips. He felt Cedric pause but he pushed back against him, impatient for more.

This time the mage moaned with him, buried in his ass to the hilt.

"Ahhh... fuck..."

Auran's tight ass gripped him like a scorching hot vice and he slowly dragged his length in and out of that inferno in exquisite torture.

The blonde was still begging, endless variations of 'please' and 'Cedric', until a sharper, faster thrust stole his breath.

Cedric settled into a punishing rhythm, one he wouldn't be able to maintain for long, but he figured if he could make Auran come before he did then it didn't matter. He reached for a handful of long pale hair and pulled Auran back against him, nipping the blonde's throat. 

Auran braced one hand against the headboard and dragged the other through Cedric's hair, gasping and moaning at the teeth and tongue at his throat and every rough thrust up into his body.

The slap of skin on skin and desperate panting filled the room, a symphony of sighs building to a desperate, frenzied crescendo.

Auran was close but Cedric was barely holding on. He yanked on the blonde's hair, bowing his back, and wrapped his other hand around his twitching cock, pumping his length in time with each sharp thrust.

The combination was enough to finally tip him over the edge and he cried out, spilling over Cedric's hand, knuckles white where he gripped the headboard. Cedric let go of his hair and finished a mere second later, hand tight on Auran's hip, cock buried as deep in him as possible. 

They stayed like that for a moment, both relearning how to breathe.

Cedric rested his sweaty forehead against Auran's shoulder and slowly unsheathed himself. He placed a gentle kiss on the blonde's shoulder blade and then flopped back on the bed, running his clean hand through his damp hair. Auran stretched out beside him, sideways on the bed, all but purring. Pale blue eyes swept Cedric's post coital form.

"Damn you're pretty..."

Cedric grinned in reply, all sparkling eyes and sharp teeth.

"I know."

His smile faded slightly.

"I'd better get going though, Aura has a breakfast meeting."

Auran leant over and curled against Cedric, nuzzling the line of the knight's jaw, softly kissing his lips.

"Mm... No." He murmured, drawing him into a soft, slow kiss, as though they had all the time in the world. 

"Stay with me."

Soft as breath, the words ghosted across Cedric's skin, and he was lost.

"I'll have to leave early..."

Auran smiled, and continued to shower him in kisses.

"I'll make sure you're on time..." 

He nipped Cedric's chin.

"Stay..."

Cedric let out a deep breath.

"...Ok..."

He pulled Auran closer and kissed him back, losing himself once more in the gorgeous blonde.

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Still no plot, sorry!

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Cedric's laughter echoed off the tiled walls as he settled back against Auran, the large tub nearly full to overflowing with steaming hot water. 

"Two baths in one night? Now you're just showing off."

Auran nuzzled the brunette's neck, his chuckle a velvet purr that made Cedric's toes curl. Auran's mouth was hot, even against his flushed skin, and Cedric squirmed in his lap.

"Mm, I love how sensitive you are."

The knight let his head fall back against Auran's shoulder while the blonde licked and sucked his way up the column of his throat, a hint of teeth at the edge of his jaw making him gasp. Auran's hands moved from his waist to his shoulders, lightly massaging, long fingers turning Cedric's head to kiss the corner of his parted lips. His other hand slipped back below the water, skimming the flat planes of the brunette's stomach, fingertips teasing the dark curls at the juncture of his muscled thighs.

Cedric turned his head to kiss Auran's mouth, mumbling against his lips.

"I don't know if I have the energy to go again."

Auran curled his hand around the brunette's slowly hardening length, lazily stroking from base to tip until he stood thick and full once more. Then he let go.

"What a shame."

Cedric grabbed his hand and brought it back to his cock.

"I didn't say stop."

Auran laughed and pressed his mouth to Cedric's throat, once more stroking him at that agonising pace. He was hard now too, his length resting against the curve of the brunette's ass, every movement of the man in his lap making him harder. He took hold of Cedric's hips and ground against him, growling in his ear.

"Can I?"

It was phrased as a question but his tone was desperate.

"Gods" Cedric gasped "Yes..."

Auran pulled the brunette tighter against him, further up his body, and hooked Cedric's legs over his own, spreading him open. Cedric grabbed for whatever was in reach, the edge of the tub, Auran's hair in its messy bun, his mouth catching the blonde's jaw. 

Nimble hands spanned Cedric's inner thighs, slender fingers stroking the most intimate parts of his body, drawing soft pleasured noises from him. All Cedric could focus on was chasing the sensations Auran invoked in him, and when Auran slipped the tip of one finger inside him it was Cedric who greedily lowered himself upon its length, almost immediately gasping for more.

Auran curled his arm around Cedric's waist to hold him still before adding a second finger, and ever so gently fingering the tight hole. Cedric was panting with need, straining against the blonde's arm, desperate to be filled. He could have cried in relief when the fingers were removed and the pierced head of Auran's cock paused at his entrance.

"Tell me if it's too much, ok?"

Cedric would have said anything in that moment if it meant getting fucked, but he nodded nonetheless. Auran braced himself with a firm hand on Cedric's hip and pushed himself inside, hissing between his teeth at the friction. The water made it so easy to slide right in, but it was a sub par lubricant, and for better or worse they could both feel the drag of every inch of flesh. It was almost too much, and still not enough.

Auran worked his thighs and hips to thrust up into Cedric's body, the brunette's back against his chest, bath water splashing everywhere. They settled into a fast rhythm, one neither of them could sustain for long, but the intensity of the pleasure they built from each other's bodies still promised to eclipse all.

Cedric was already close. He'd thought fucking the blonde had been amazing, but being held in place, spread open and filled by him was swiftly becoming an all consuming religious experience that bowed his spine and sent him screaming into the abyss. His cries echoed off the tiles, filling the room with his pleasure as he came thick into the water, cock twitching.

Pain began to creep in, sensitive skin rubbing together too hard for too long. It was enough to bring Auran to the edge and he came hard, buried deep inside Cedric, his hot seed stinging the irritated flesh. 

He winced as he withdrew and buried his face in Cedric's hair, breathing heavily, still seeing stars. He only moved when the brunette started fidgeting, trying to move his legs from the increasingly uncomfortable position. He helped Cedric right himself and held him tightly.

Cedric turned his head to kiss Auran.

"We should probably get out."

Auran kissed him back, again, and again. Then once more.

"We should... get clean. That was the whole purpose of the bath." Auran couldn't help but grin.

Cedric feigned annoyance.

"Clearly you're too easily distracted."

Auran swept a pointed glance the length of Cedric's body.

"Can you blame me?" 

Cedric turned in his arms and smirked up at him, somehow looking even more beautiful with his wet hair smoothed back and the strong lines of his face exposed. Auran kissed him then, the only thing he was capable of, as all thoughts were swallowed by those warm, wet lips.