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In the shadow of your heart

[Part Two]

Written for @/natus_Vincer

Natus belongs to @natus-vincer

↓↓↓ Spoilers for Stormblood & Shadowbringers under the cut↓↓↓

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Characters: Natus Vincer/Elidibus

Additional tags & NSFW Warnings:

Named Warrior of Light, Angst and Feels, Enemies and Lovers, Established Relationship, Explicit Sex, Blood and Violence, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Foot Jobs, Face Fucking, Boot Licking, Humping, Size Difference, Natus is compared to a dog a lot, Au Ra horns used as handlebars, Come Eating, Snark, Did I Mention Angst?

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Natus sat in his room, the hum of primordial light no longer vibrating in his horns now that he had brought back the night to the people of Lakeland. The hour was late, the night sky an endless expanse of black lit up with twinkling stars. The moon shone with a cool, calm glow that spilled in through his open window of his room in The Pendants.

He stares blankly at his own hands, clenching and unclenching his fingers while mulling over the events of Holminster Switch. All the people he could not save compared to the ones who had survived. The road had been littered with bodies.

Natus felt strange, too. His skin felt too tight, his body strangely hot. A restless energy vibrated through him, preventing his tired mind and body from achieving rest no matter how long he had laid on the bed provided for him.

Sleep eluded him.

That was fine. Natus knew well enough what he would dream of, or rather who. Images his brain would conjure up in the yearning to see an enemy most beloved.

One who had not visited him as a lover since last they had met on that starless night in the Ghymlyt Dark.

The wind picks up, a breeze drifting into his room that carries the scent of flowers to his nose, and along with it a familiar presence.

Natus' breath freezes in his lungs as he turns his head, his heart jumping in his throat with painful hope.

The moonlight of the First was no different than that of the Source as it spilled over the silent figure of the white-robed ascian that stood in front of his open window.

Natus was ready to believe he had fallen asleep where he sat, the exhaustion finally catching up with him.

Elidibus standing in his room, here on the First, was obviously a figment of his overtired brain. Conjured up by thoughts of him combined with hopeless yearning.

He was bright in the gloom of darkness that was Natus' inn room. Pale and perfect, he was like the ethereal moon in a dark, starless sky. A beautiful and terrible apparition of his own longing come to haunt him.

His face was cast in the shadow of his cowl, his expression hidden in the gloom, yet Natus could not help but think that the red mask he wore had changed. Less of a faintly amused, mocking expression and more one that spoke of a cold, seething rage.

Natus does not dare to blink, let alone breathe too loudly, lest his doing so break the illusion of Elidibus visiting him again after so long.

The scar that Elidibus had gifted him when last they met faintly ached, as if resonating with his presence.

"I am loath to admit that even I, the Emissary, have been kept in the dark as to what plans Emet Selch has made," Elidibus speaks to the air more to him, low and faintly raspy. A tired quality to the sound of his voice that spoke of millennia stretching out endlessly, a long lived life that Natus could not possibly comprehend.

Had he come to kill him? Natus wondered. Would he still be alive now, if not for Estinien's timely arrival? Would Elidibus have truly struck him down, put an end to it once and for all?

"I did not think you would seek me out again," Natus finds himself saying, his voice croaking with the dryness of his throat. He glances down at his hands for a second, a mere blink, and suddenly Elidibus is by his side.

Before he can move or react, his jaw is caught. The cold bite of claws dig cruelly into his skin, but Natus leans into the familiar warmth of his body.

He does not flinch even as Elidibus wrenches his head up, those eyes glowing a fierce, icy aquamarine behind the unforgiving leer of that blood red mask.

"Say what you mean," Elidibus utters in that frightfully blank voice.

Natus swallows. "...Would you have done it?"

Elidibus squeezes his face hard, his claws pricking into Natus' skin and letting blood. Natus can only smile through the pain because Elidibus was here. Elidibus was touching him of his own volition.

Even after everything that had happened at the Ghymlyt Dark, Natus was glad to see him.

"I had every intention of doing my duty," the Emissary almost hisses out the words on a sigh of breath.

Natus closes his eyes. His throat was bare beneath Elidibus' hand, he was weaponless. Vulnerable.

"You didn't then, you have yet to do so now."

Those claws scratch down his scales and skin as Elidibus wraps his hand around his neck instead. Natus struggles to swallow, to breathe as Elidibus tightens his grip.

A hand so small, with an appearance so delicate, but possessed of such great strength that it stole his breath so easily.

Or perhaps it was his mere presence that did so.

"You are right, I could do so this very moment. Thwart the very plans that Emet Selch has no doubt made without me. I could put an end to you, misbegotten hero. One who has become death to my kin."

Natus makes no move to escape or defend himself. His hands rise from his lap only to grasp at Elidibus' robe, fabric wrinkling and bunching in his fists. Holding fast in the hopes that Elidibus will stay even now. After everything.

"You are a fool," Elidibus tells him in a low murmur as Natus gazes helplessly into his face, his feelings unchanged even as the ascian threatens his life.

Natus lets out a precious breath of his dwindling air as Elidibus lowers his face to his, the sharp points of his mask digging into him painfully as the ascian crushes his mouth against his.

Natus surges into him despite the pain, clutching at him greedily as he wraps his muscular arms around the ascian's small, slim waist.

Elidibus hisses out an irritated breath as he finds himself dragged into Natus' lap, his mask knocked askew, nearly falling from its position on his face as Natus kisses him like he'll never get the chance again.

Elidibus presses his teeth together in refusal to let Natus deepen their kiss, before sinking his teeth into the hero's lip like he meant to make him bleed.

Natus grunts with displeasure as his head is yanked to the side, their kiss broken by Elidibus snatching him by the horn and pulling hard.

"I hate that," Natus huffs, catching his breath with greedy gulps of air.

"Do you really think I aim to please you?" Elidibus grits out, grasping tight at Natus' wrists as those hands wander below the ascian's waist in amorous habit. "I did not come here for this."

Natus grins with red dripping down his chin from his bloody lip and cuts stinging from his cheeks to his collar where Elidibus' claws had sliced at him. He grasps palmfuls of Elidibus' cute little bottom through the layers of his robes and squeezes as he bucks his hips up.

"What did you come for, if not for this? For me?"

The expression on Elidibus' face finally changes, his lips pressing thin. He gives him no answer. But nor does he move to get up or use magic to escape from Natus' clingy embrace.

Emboldened, Natus tugs his hand free to pull back the ascian's hood, his silver hair spilling free from the confines of the white fabric. He reaches next for Elidibus' mask, wanting to see his face.

Elidibus slaps his hand away with a stinging swat of his clawed glove, denying him that.

Yet in the very next moment, he reaches out to rip Natus' shirt open.

Natus sucks in a breath as the swipe of those claws make him bleed, but he is all too gentle as he gathers Elidibus' hair in his hand. Winding his fingers through it as he lifts his head to press his lips to his enemy's unyielding mouth.

He is undeterred by this familiar game of stubborn refusal, only smiling fondly as he kisses the ascian's lips until Elidibus begrudgingly softens towards him. Convinced to part his lips to the hungry, persistent flick of Natus' tongue over his pretty pink lips.

Natus moans his approval, his hands sinking into Elidibus' silky hair to cradle the back of his head as he tilts his head to avoid bumping into that crimson mask.

He savors the taste of Elidibus' kiss, a craving he had not sated in some time.

Talking never got them anywhere, no matter how Natus tried to reach the man or find common ground, Elidibus held his duties as Emissary above all else.

In this way, though, they communicated quite well. Sharing heated breaths as their lips parted for only seconds at a time before they sank into one another again.

Natus pours all his feelings into these kisses, all the questions he did not dare give voice to. Cupping Elidibus' elegant jaw in his large hand, Natus is gentle, reverent as he sweeps his thumb over the ascian's skin. Marveling as he always did at how cool Elidibus' skin felt in comparison to warmth that Natus gave off.

Elidibus gives something like a rumbling growl in his throat. Seeming displeased by this gentle affection as he grabs a rough fistful of Natus' hair and yanks his head back again.

"Nng," Natus groans, desire stirring in his loins as Elidibus bit at his mouth, his jaw, his throat. Rutting against him with jerky motions of his hips as he ravaged him with brutal bites and bruising hickeys.

"Let me—" Natus starts to say, to suggest they undress and perhaps move this to the bed instead of doing so at the table.

"No," Elidibus cuts him off. "I have indulged you far too much, for too long."

Natus gives a guttural, barking laugh at that. Indulged him? Hah! Elidibus eluded him at every turn. Kept him at arm's length no matter the strides the xaela made to close the distance between them. Slapped his hands away whenever Natus reached for him. Perhaps Elidibus enjoyed being chased?

Natus could never hold onto Elidibus for long, he always slipped through his fingers. Cold and distant as the moon.

He half expected he would leave him yet again, unfulfilled and with so many unanswered questions when Elidibus rises from his lap.

Natus is not expecting him to climb from his lap and step up onto the table. He blinks, turning in his stool to face the table, and finding himself promptly bracketed by the Ascian's thighs. That white, immaculate robe spread open and his dark trousers already pushed down his thighs.

Impatient, was he?

He was already hard. His prick bobbing under the weight of Natus' hungry stare, a pretty pink flush coloring his pale skin that only deepened the longer that Natus looked at him without doing anything.

"Do not touch me with those hands stained with the blood of my brothers and sisters," Elidibus warns him in a brittle voice, before Natus can reach out and wrap his hand around him.

Natus pauses, looking into that cold, unfeeling mask.

Elidibus' lips—bitten red and bruised from his kisses—were pursed thin.

Heh, so that was how he wanted it?

Fine.

If Elidibus wanted his mouth, Natus would give him that. He was perfectly fine with being used so long as Elidibus stayed by his side. So, with such thoughts in mind, Natus crosses his hands behind his back with a smile and leans forward into his lap.

Natus moved slowly, taking his time as he made contact with the tip of his nose first, breathing in deep the unique scent that could only belong to Elidibus. A flowery, earthy scent that Natus recognized emanating from his hair and skin, combined with a darker and dusty sort of gunpowder smell that lingered on his robes of which Natus could not quite place at this point in time. A smell the xaela would later recognize as moondust.

He trails his nose over the pretty cock bobbing in front of his face, his neck flexing up and down and head tilting from side to side to side as he nosed along the velvety skin, allowing the weight of it to rest on his cheek as he nuzzles into him and breathes in gulping, heady breaths. The musky, salty scent of him here had Natus swallowing frequently as his mouth watered with the greedy desire to taste him.

His need was obvious to Elidibus, there was no doubt about that. It would be humorous, surely, if not for the twisted history between them.

Here was Natus, the bringer of light, the very savior of Eorzea that had laid low eikons, gods, and ascian alike; and yet he was rendered a panting, drooling mutt so ready to be used by the very Emissary that would be his greatest enemy.

And yet Elidibus was not above taking advantage of it. More than that, he actively participated in it. Elidibus wanted this—wanted Natus—enough to return to him again even as their relationship was further perverted by bloodshed on both sides and the accompanying twisted emotions that came along with it.

It was obvious to both of them that they never should have blurred the line of enemy and lover, that their relationship had been doomed from the very start; but it was far too late now. Destruction surely awaited them, yet even knowing that, neither of them could stop, or stay away from another.

They would walk this path, hand in hand, to their inevitable end.

Even knowing that, Natus wanted to draw it out as long as he could. These moments between them. Who knew how many they had left?

He would savor every one like it was the last, because it could very well be.

Elidibus gave no voice to his demands, as to do so would be to admit his own need. Yet his actions spoke louder than words as he tugged Natus' horns like handles, and pushed his hips up to press the tip of his prick to Natus' lips, smearing a lewd line of precum over the xaela's mouth. Deliciously filthy.

Despite the many millennia he had lived—and all the careful plans he had made in that time—with Natus, Elidibus could be quite impatient.

Natus fights a grin as he drags his tongue over his lips, savoring the salty musk of Elidibus' intimate flavor and just so incidentally grazing the needy cock so near to his mouth with his tongue.

He could feel Elidibus shudder, hear the vibration of the soft breath of pleasure he let out as it thrums seductively through his horns.

Natus lets his tongue hang from his mouth with a hot, moist exhale. Allowing the puff of his own panting breath to drive the ascian all the more wild with desire for a few torturous breaths longer before he leaned in to drag his tongue along the head of Elidibus' cock.

He laps at him with the full length of his tongue, though his technique could hardly be described as such. Rather, he licked at Elidibus in a crude, messy manner. Much like a mutt seeking to show overzealous affection to its master, he was a sloppy, drooling mess. More hungry for the taste of Elidibus than showing any finesse.

Still, it seemed to do it for his masked lover, judging by the way Elidibus gave small, barely restrained jolts of reaction.

Natus could not see his eyes, but he could see the tick of his jaw as the ascian ground his teeth. Recognize the soft hiss of his breath as something felt particularly good.

Natus' tongue was too eager in response, too quick. The taste of Elidibus could not linger in his mouth for long enough. Every beading pearl of precum was soon spread over his drooling tongue, dissipating far too soon to savor it.

Elidibus' scent did not linger long enough in his nose with every gulping, greedy breath that Natus took. He wanted to sear this into his memory, imprint it upon his soul. The scent of him, the taste of him, every sound he made.

Every moment, every intimacy that was so terribly fleeting; Natus did not want to forget a single second of it.

Even the lower half of Elidibus’ face, twisted up and unhappy as it was… Natus knew that he would want to remember it. The line of the emissary’s jaw, the down turned corners of his mouth. The underside of his nose, just a sliver to be seen from where Natus was looking up at him.

This less than tender grip upon his horns, accompanied by the occasional scrape of his claw over the pattern of ridges and dips that made Natus shudder bodily in a way that was less than pleasant. It was like scraping bone, and made Natus experience a sensation of intense discomfort.

Elidibus would know this by now, such an action from him was surely intentional.

Yet Natus grins and bears it all, swallowing down that sensation of revulsion and hyper focusing on his desire for Elidibus. Licking, licking, licking at him with unbearable patience. Teasing the both of them by taking his time to simply savor the moment.

Aught that plainly irks his enemy and lover. Elidibus tightens his grip and yanks at the hero's horns, pulling him in roughly. Forcing the xaela forward into his lap, his cockhead pushing insistently at his lips and cheek. The pointed tip of Natus' horns drag across the bare, vulnerable expansion of Elidibus' thighs, surely raising lines in his flesh, if not drawing blood.

Those clawed fingers pull at the corner of his mouth, slipping inward to poke uncomfortably at the soft, spongy curve of the inside of his cheek. The panting puff of his breath becomes distorted with the stretch of his mouth, and drool drips from the tip of his tongue and over his lips where Elidibus’ clawed fingers stretch his mouth open, trickling down his chin.

The tip of Elidibus' cock bumps against his top lip, pressing his lip to his teeth. His greedy tongue laps at the sensitive underside of it, making the ascian hiss and thrust his hips forward.

Natus groans helplessly and obliges his lover's wordless command by opening his mouth wide, sucking the pretty pink tip of Elidibus' prick into his mouth. Welcoming him in with a hospitality that was altogether lewd.

Yes, this was more like it. He could savor him better like this. Take in more of him as the salt and clean musk of his flavor lingered in his mouth. Flavor that only grew stronger, headier as Natus bobs his head and sucks at him with such lustful greed that it hollows his cheeks.

Saliva pools in his mouth with the taste of him, easing the glide of his lips and the slippery path of his tongue as he takes him in deeper with every bob of his head. He gulps to keep the drool from dribbling down his lips, swallowing around the girth of Elidibus' cock.

Elidibus gives something like a curse in an ancient tongue that even Natus' echo cannot quite properly translate, but the feeling of it is very familiar.

Natus has no time to decipher its true meaning, as he chokes a bit in surprise as Elidibus pulls him in, smothering the xaela’s face in his lap as the ascian uses him as he pleases.

He can hardly breathe as Elidibus pulls and pushes him to and fro by the grip he has on his horns, using him like a toy whose only purpose was to give pleasure.

Natus moans, accepting all that was given to him, even if it was much too fast for his liking.

He relaxes his throat the best he can, gulping and gasping as his eyes water from being deprived of oxygen. His throat tightens out of reflex as he struggles to take in air, aught that stimulates his selfish lover all the more for the way more moans leak out from those tightly pursed lips.

A hot rush of lust pulses through his veins, pooling in Natus' lower belly and throbbing unbearably between his thighs. He felt deliriously giddy to pull such sounds from his enemy’s lips.

Elidibus may resent it, but he desired Natus the very same as the hero did him.

Natus groans, shifting restlessly on the stool he was precariously perched upon. Gods, he was hard. The leather of his trousers felt far too tight. He felt stifled, hot and uncomfortable. He needed to release some of this pressure, or at least pop a button open.

He peeks at his lover through blurry eyelashes weighed down with the weight of tears, his shoulders rolling as he slid the back of his hands forward to cup his palm over his hips towards his groin, ilming towards the fastenings of his trousers. He pops the button successfully, and had only just loosened the tightly fitted leather at his crotch enough to feel a cool breeze when Elidibus lifts his booted foot and steps on his hand.

Natus chokes as the ascian grinds the heel of his boot on the back of his hand, pinning it forcefully as his ankle twisted to and fro. A wicked bit of stimulation that was as pleasurable as it was painful, the force of the ascian’s leg pressing hard and forcing the xaela's own hand against the bulge in his trousers. His lover's other leg lifts to shove at the hero's shoulder, forcing him upright.

Natus lurches backwards as he coughs, a string of thick saliva clinging to his lip, keeping them connected even as Elidibus sneers at him. His hand throbs with pain, yanked free from under Elidibus' heel.

“I should not be surprised how content you are to be used,” the Emissary's voice drips with disdain, his boot now unobstructed from rubbing roughly over the prominent bulge in Natus' trousers.

Fuck, it hurt.

But at the same time it felt so good, too…!

Natus gives a strangled groan, his head tipping backwards as his eyes rolled in their sockets with pained pleasure, his hips bucking underneath the crushing weight of the ascian's boot.

Elidibus scoffs. “Look at you. A so-called hero, made so desperate by your own desire. How readily you accept the weight of your enemy's boot.”

Natus tossed his head side to side in denial, groaning out as Elidibus applied cruel pressure. “...Because it's you,” he retorts. Lacking his usual bite, perhaps, but Natus was so damned tired even before Elidibus had deigned to grace him with his presence.

Elidibus purses his lips, seeming ill at ease with such a response.

Natus did not know what else he could possibly say. It was the truth, even if it were one fraught with countless complications.

Of course Elidibus was different.

Even after what had happened in the Ghymlyt Dark, Natus still found himself willingly walking into the clutches of his enemy's claws, whether those hands meant to caress him or crush him.

“Is that not what you wanted to hear?” Natus asks. Struggling as always to understand what Elidibus was thinking, what he wanted.

The lack of Elidibus' answer was as withering as the weight of his stare behind his mask.

Natus swallows the aching lump in his throat, licking at his stinging lip. He could tell by the way the ascian's posture had shifted, the frigid silence between them, that the man was already reconsidering this visit.

No, no. If he left, there was no telling if he'd ever come again!

No, it couldn't end like this.

He wouldn't let it end like this.

Natus lurches forward, a sick desperation twisting in his gut. He dives back into pleasing his lover, his hands crumpling the crisp lines of his white ascian robe as he grabs hold of it in reckless abandon.

Elidibus jolts under him, grunting in surprise that was half pleasure and half pain as Natus swallows him down to the base, resulting in the sharp jut of his horns digging into the milky skin of the Emissary's thighs.

Natus moans as Elidibus yanks at his hair in reprimand, but does not let up the intensity of his focus. He was a man with a mission. He knew all the places Elidibus was sensitive, and now put the knowledge to good use.

No, he would not be deterred.

He sucks him just how he liked it, hungry and wet. All lips and tongue as he bobs his head forward and back, stimulating his glans until he could feel his lover's legs shake. Only then does he hollow his cheeks and take him deeper, opening his throat up to swallow around him in lustful gulps as he inhales strained breaths in through his nose.

“You…!” Elidibus chokes on the strangled hiss of his own voice, and grips the hero by the hair with both hands. He spreads his legs wide, hips bucking upward in abandon of all composure as he fucks into the wet heat of Natus' throat.

“Mmn..!” Natus moans his encouragement, his eyes rolling back as Elidibus uses him to chase the feeling of pleasure that he had so skillfully fanned from a mere spark to a roaring flame.

He’d like nothing more than to kick the stool beneath him away and kneel lower—to feel the full brunt of Elidibus' desire, cock thrusting down his throat and balls slapping against his face—but Natus knew beggars could not be choosers.

The fact that Elidibus was still here, let alone indulging in physical gratification, was a miracle in itself. That he hadn't used his ascian abilities to slip from Natus' grasp and disappeared the very moment his resolve to pay him a visit had faltered.

Had it been the reluctance to scrutinize his own feelings, or a reminder of his duty in the face of his conflicting actions? Natus wished he could use his echo to look into Elidibus' mind, to read his thoughts and know his feelings. It would be so much simpler if that were possible, so Natus could act accordingly in whatever manner it took to make Elidibus stay.

It is with the worry weighing on him that Elidibus would soon leave once the passion had worn off that Natus tries to slow the frenzy he had stirred up, wanting it to last. His hands pushing against the ascian's hips as he tries to draw back.

“Why now do you falter?” Elidibus murmurs as he releases his hair to catch him by the horns before he can go too far.

“Nng..?!” Natus huffs a noise through his nose, taken a bit by surprise as he was used as a counterweight, his neck pulled taut with the weight of Elidibus' body as the smaller man used his horns to pull himself forward.

Natus plants his feet, centering his gravity on the stool so as not to be pulled out of it. For his slight build, the white robed ascian was incredibly strong.

“Finish what you start,” Elidibus insists, keeping the pace that Natus had set. Every thrust of his hips is an exercise of precision, aiming for the back of Natus' throat as if making the hero choke on his cock was his cruel intention. “Or do you lack conviction even in this?”

Natus was never so thankful of his plentiful experience and skill as he kept his gagging to the minimum.

It was clear that Elidibus would not be allowing him to slow things down, so with his head held immobilized by the grip on his horns and his throat stuffed full of his enemy's cock, Natus simply went with it instead of trying to wrest control back. For however long it lasted, he would simply enjoy the moment.

He blindly reaches down to take himself in hand, pumping his dry fist up and down his cock for a few fleeting moments in less than satisfactory pleasure before another idea strikes him like a bolt of levin.

He grabs hold of the closest bit of Elidibus near him by feeling around for it—cupping his knee first, trailing down over his ankle, to then grasp at that merciless, pristine boot—and drags the smaller man's foot into his lap.

Elidibus peers down at him, his pale skin flushed behind his glowering red mask, that pretty pink blush that Natus so favored.

“Are you truly so desperate?” Elidibus remarks in a voice short of breath, watching Natus rub up against his boot to get himself off. “I admit, it suits you. Rutting at my boot like a mindless mongrel. Go on, I'll allow you this much magnanimity.”

Natus had to hand it to him, Elidibus certainly was good at putting on airs, acting haughty and mocking when he was clearly having trouble remaining composed. The very words he spoke were trembling in tandem with the pleasured shivers of his body.

Natus could hardly mouth off or reply with a smart quip with his mouth soundly occupied, so he does that trick with his tongue that he knew Elidibus was weak for.

He is rewarded with the ascian's foot jerking against his crotch, inspiring a burst of pained pleasure that had Natus whimpering and drooling around Elidibus' cock.

It is well worth the pain when he hears that strange ancient language again, another curse pulled from Elidibus' lips. It was so odd a feeling to have his echo flare but ultimately be unable to translate it, like struggling to remember a word he thought he knew.

Could his echo be malfunctioning? Was a fleeting thought, but one that Natus puts to the back of his mind as he grips Elidibus’ foot with both hands and rolls his hips forward to hump at the textured tread of his boot.

Ahh, it hurt, but it hurt so good. Natus only wished he had something to slick the path of his cock as it rubbed roughly over the ridges and dips along the sole of the ascian's boot. The little pearly droplets that dribbled from his cock could only lube the way so much.

His jaw was beginning to ache, along with his head where his horns pulled at the skin and scale of his face. Yet he knew he'd need to shoulder on, Elidibus had never been quick on the trigger. It took more than a bit of sloppy head to make the man give in and empty his balls.

Ever the stalwart hero, Natus preservers.

Divide and conquer!

That is, dividing his focus.

Natus doesn't allow himself to slack off even though Elidibus was doing the heavy lifting by using his horns as handlebars. He hones his focus on making his lover feel good by using his tongue, his lips, his throat.

He tongues every vein, seeking out spots he knows are sensitive. He alternates sensation just with his lips, softening his pout for a while and then tightening back up to suck hard at the tip of Elidibus' prick. He opens up his throat, swallowing rapidly around the length of him as he thrusts forward and back.

His own pleasure is not forgotten. He clutches at the sturdy material of the ascian's boot, fingers dimpling the brown leather as he humps him very much like the horny mutt that Elidibus claimed him to be. The head of his cock smearing messily over the underside of his boot. A stain that Elidibus would remember every time he wore these boots, if he didn't discard them altogether after this.

Natus prefers to think positively. That Elidibus will remember this moment, remember him, every time he pulls these boots on. Or magicked them on? Were ascians above dressing the same as mere mortals did?

Such simple trivialities were beyond Natus' knowledge. Elidibus never stayed long enough for him to know, and he certainly never allowed Natus to watch him dress once they were through. He was always dressed again after every lewd act, every dirty little tryst. Perfect and pristine once again, as if he had not been befouled by the hands of his greatest enemy.

Natus could not help but wonder how this one would end. Would he see Elidibus again after this? Would Elidibus finish what he had started in the Ghymlyt Dark? Or, worse, would this be their last night together like this?

The answer would soon become clear.

Natus knew it wouldn't be long now. Though his pleasure had been entangled with pain from the start, the intensity of it was enough to push him steadily towards the edge.

He could feel the telltale sensations in his body—the heat, the slow tickle of pleasure that became a whole body shiver, the unbearable need that was slowly consuming his thoughts, making it harder to think.

He tries to stay the movement of his hips, to slow it down to a grind. It was incredibly difficult. Agonizing, in fact. The impulse to rut against Elidibus like a mindless beast was hard to ignore.

Thankfully, it was one that Natus was already more than familiar with. The Emissary always held fast to his composure, even in moments of intimacy between them. Natus could not help but want to see that composure shaken, to inspire a reaction in his lover and enemy. Passion, even.

As such, he would quite happily stay right here, holding out as long as he possibly could in hopes that Elidibus would catch up to him. Drawing out the moment so the end would come that much later.

Elidibus knew his tells, too, however.

“You're… close,” Elidibus remarks. His voice was almost as poised as it usually was, if not for the deep breaths he took and the way he had to pause between words. “I can… feel you trembling. Why… hold yourself back? Was this… not what you wanted?”

Natus whines, his eyes rolling back in his head as Elidibus pins his cock against his belly by applying slight pressure with his boot. Aught that he slowly increases, grinding just under the head of Natus’ abused cock. Stimulating his glans with the toe of his boot with cruel twists and taps of his forefoot.

Natus chokes a bit on his own spit, spasming with pained pleasure. He coughs and gags around Elidibus' cock, eyes tearing up and nose stinging.

Oh, gods, this one was going to be intense. His whole body seizes up, taut with the agony that was the precipice of bliss.

The upside was that Elidibus was not unaffected, either. Natus could feel him throb on his tongue, as clear a reaction as any.

A shame he couldn't do much to push Elidibus further as the ascian tips him over the edge first with an upstroke of his boot, sending Natus spiraling into such an overwhelming orgasm that all he can do is hold on, his hands squeezing so hard at the man's boot as he writhed with pleasure that it was shocking he didn't pull it straight off his foot.

Pleasure pulses through him, his heart beating like a drum. Pulse, pulse, pulse! Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump…!

It was the burst of fireworks, all his nerves firing at once, like the burning pain of overexertion all over his body.

Gods, it feels like he's dying. It feels like the best relief of his life, yet so agonizing that he wants to tear himself away and curl up into a ball so he doesn't have to bear the brunt of it all anymore.

Noise rings through his horns, vibrating through his very bones. He does not remember squeezing his eyes closed, but the room feels far too bright when he opens them again.

He is unsteady, exhausted. Barely remaining seated in the stool. Utterly spent. His heart thunders in his chest as he tries to catch his breath, but his mouth is still occupied.

Elidibus is not finished yet.

Natus is boneless as he is moved. Used.

His brain is so addled by the lingering aftershocks that he can barely do anything at all to please the man except be a wet, willing hole for him to stick his prick into.

Natus whimpers weakly around the shape of him in his mouth, knowing he was a mess. He felt oversensitive, sticky with spend. Every brush of Elidibus' boot against his flagging cock made him want to sob and shy away.

It is through sheer will that he doesn't. He breaths in slowly, shallowly, his hands shaky where he still stubbornly holes onto Elidibus’ boot.

He closes his eyes against the glare of the room, moving his lips and tongue. Swallowing, using his voice, bobbing his head forward as much as he could. Anything to help stimulate his lover and push him to peak, too.

Finally, Elidibus trembles. His grip tightens on his horns. He feels him in his throat, on his tongue; throbbing.

Natus moans, pressing forward as far as he could go and closing his mouth around him. It feels wasteful to just drink him down, to not savor him on his tongue. But if he doesn't swallow, he'll choke on it. For a man his size, Elidibus came copious amounts.

Natus is three gulps in of hot, salty spend when Elidibus loosens his hold on his horns.

Natus pulls back, catching the next pulse on his tongue, his lips, his face. He opens his mouth wide, eyes squeezing closed to prevent from getting it in his eyes. It stripes over his eyebrow, catching in his eyelashes, dripping over the scales that curve along his nose and cheeks.

Natus swipes his tongue over her lips, stretching it as far as he can to lick what he could from his cheek. It stung at the cuts on his lip and face, but he voices no complaints about that.

Elidibus is staring at him when he opens his eyes again.

Natus smiles for him, blissed out and cum drunk. Not one to leave things half finished, he leans forward and laps at the messy leftovers still dripping down his lover's cute prick as it softened. Sucking at the pearly droplets still beading from his pretty pink tip until nothing more was forthcoming to wet his tongue.

“Enough,” Elidibus presses his unsullied boot to his shoulder and pushes him off. Pointing to the boot that Natus had thoroughly molested, he mutters with what seems to be annoyance. “You have more mess yet to clean.

Natus snorts, finding it somewhat ridiculous that he wanted him to clean off his boot when they were both still sitting here, cocks out and covered in cum. Especially Natus, who had stained his own pants just as much as he had Elidibus' boot. “What, you want me to lick that clean, too?”

Elidibus stares at him. Expectant.

Really?

Right, then.

Natus leans forward and licks his own cum from the top of Elidibus' boot. It tastes like salt and leather, and somewhat like licking the barrel of a gun. It tasted just like that dusty gunpowder smell he had detected on Elidibus’ robe.

“Satisfied?” Natus asks, arching his eyebrows.

“You missed a spot,” Elidibus says, lifting his leg to show him the smeared, tacky mess on the bottom of his boot.

Natus had a sneaking suspicion that Elidibus simply had something of a thing for seeing him degraded.

As if this was the worst thing Natus had ever had to do. Licking his own cum from his lover's boot hardly ranked anywhere near the top of the list of terrible things that Natus had been made to do in his line of work.

Natus gets one, two pointed licks in before Elidibus plants his boot in his face and shoves him off the stool.

Natus goes down like a sack of popotoes, smacking hard against the floor. Certainly bruising something.

His face throbs something fierce. A fitting end to a shite day. He bites his tongue, wanting to call his lover a few choice names, but holding back. He supposed this was Elidibus being nice, all things considered.

Natus groans, checking to make certain his sunglasses were still on his head. Phew, alright. Not cracked, but they were covered in cum. Wow, he must have shot high.

Elidibus looms over him, once again immaculate like he didn't just have his prick shoved down Natus' throat and been covered in the hero's cum.

Natus groans and lifts himself up to his knees. Stopped by his enemy crouching in front of him before he can find his feet.

Elidibus catches Natus' jaw in his hand, thumbing cruelly at his lip where he had drawn the hero's blood with the bite of his teeth. Rubbing under his nose and smearing a trickle of blood across his skin that has begun to drip down from being kicked in the face. “Where is your usual fire? That fervent flame that consumed my brethren?”

Natus leans into his hand, smiling. Intentionally meant to be aggravating. “Maybe I'm tired. You caught me at a bad time if you were wanting a fight. I'm all tuckered out.”

Elidibus' lips tug down. An expression most familiar.

“I should not have come,” he says predictably. Drawing away again, just like he always did.

How humorous the phrase “know thy enemy” when thy enemy is also your lover, your begrudging bedfellow.

“Too late for that, isn't it,” Natus says, putting on a facade of nonchalance. He was watching him very carefully now. “What do you say, this time next windsday?”

Elidibus turns towards him.

Ah, there it was. He'd gone cold again.

“I'll take that as a no,” he tries to keep his voice light, but there was a tightness in his throat. It hurts to swallow. He tells himself it's just because he gave it his all, treating Elidibus to a hell of a blowjob. Not that he was ever grateful.

“No kiss goodnight, then?”

Natus had to remind himself to laugh, rather than allowing himself to feel miserable over how their relationship had shifted. They had not been able to deny their attraction, and now everything had led to this.

Elidibus pauses, raising a hand towards his face. Hovering over his mouth a moment, but then lifting higher to press against his mask. Straightening it, or perhaps reminding himself it was there.

“The next time we meet, it will be as enemies, Warrior of Light.”

He is gone between one blink and the next.

Natus stares at the place he stood for a long, quiet moment.

The room is darker now, the moon hidden behind the clouds. The stars seemed dimmer.

He drags himself to his feet.

His bed was a siren's call beckoning him to wrap himself within his blankets and surrender to sweet oblivion, but Natus headed towards his drawers, gathering his things that he needed to wash up instead.

He could still taste him on his tongue.

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