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Mydei walked through the door and paused, slowly pushing it shut behind him.

Something was wrong.

His house, his den, smelled of someone else that wasn’t him. Nothing unpleasant, necessarily, but the unsettling feeling remained. No one else’s scent should be in his home, and especially not this … overwhelming.

The thought had him on guard immediately, his instincts never felling him before. In one hand, he summoned his blood soaked crystals, letting them collect and readying them in case he needed to fight.

Mydei felt his tattoos burn with power as he slowly, carefully, stepped up the stairs, following the path of shattered shards. Kneeling down for only a moment, he picked one up. Sure enough, they were his own. How they had ended up here, on the floor leading towards his bedroom, was unknown to him.

He let the shard dissipate, moving closer to the ajar door, narrowing his eyes at the soft glow that emanated from the room. Then, with a strong shoulder charge, he barreled it open, a strong cry falling from his lips as he summoned his strength.

Then he paused. His room had been almost decorated with dozens of his blood shards, spread around the floor and his bed in a mockery of rose petals. Candle light flowed from their places on the cupboards, smelling distinctly of jasmine, reminiscent of Mydei’s own scent.

That was, of course, ignoring the dromas in the room, one he almost wished he could avoid addressing.

“Phainon,” Mydei said quietly, letting his hands fall to his sides. “What the fuck are you doing? When did you even get back?”

“My dear Mydeimos,” Phainon purred, lounging plaintively on Mydei’s bed, one leg dragged over the other, a red myrtle flower clasped in between his teeth, a copy of the dozens of flowers laying all over the room, covering it all in a splattering of red. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You’re in my house.” Mydei gritted out stubbornly, a vein pulsating in his forehead. “What are you doing in my house?”

“Am I?” Phainon chuckled, dragging the flower out of his mouth and letting it lay plaintively on the pillow next to him. “What a coincidence. Perhaps this was a meeting ordained by fate.”

“What are you talking about?” Mydei sighed solemnly, suddenly aged at least ten years. “Ordained by fate, you’ve been hanging around Lady Cyrene too much … you walked in here yourself?”

“Hahh … Mydei, you’re so unromantic sometimes,” Phainon gestured vaguely, pointing at every small candle and rose petals that littered the room, hand in hand with dozens of Mydei’s crystallized shards. He had no clue where Phainon had gotten those from. Had he been collecting them? When had he even done that? “Can’t you tell? It's obviously a very special occasion today.”

Mydei panicked, only slightly, as he wracked his brain. Nothing was coming to him, no birthdays to celebrate or holidays to remember. Had he truly forgotten something so important? That wasn’t like him at all.

Phainon grinned, leaning up to drag his coat off slowly. Mydei blinked at the sight, too confused to properly appreciate the view.

“Today!” Phainon pointed at him, grinning. “Is the day we fornicate!”

Mydei blinked, because really, who said fornicate?

Then he sighed. “We agreed on next week, idiot.”

Phainon faltered almost instantly. It was almost funny how quickly he sagged. “Wah? Really? No way ….”

Mydei scoffed, amused now more than anything. “First week of the month of Freedom, Deliverer. The day we met. That’s next week.”

“Is it not the month of Freedom, yet?” Phainon said, slightly distraught. Mydei shook his head, a small smirk on his face.

Phainon put his head in his hands, a loud groan reverberating in the room. Mydei took pity on him, walking over and sitting down beside him to pat his back comfortingly.

“Titans, I’m sorry,” Phainon said. He looked so upset with himself, which Mydei thought was ridiculous. 

“You’ve been travelling the cosmos these past few weeks,” Mydei reminded him easily, leaning his head against Phainon’s shoulder. “Time still moves a little differently in the outside world, it's alright that you lost track of time. I’m not upset, nor should you be.”

“Still …” Phainon sighed, leaning against Mydei’s head in turn. “I wanted this to be perfect.”

“The date matters little to me,” Mydei said plainly. “Nor the time or the place. We’re here together, and you’ve made something so lovely for us. Is that not enough?”

Phainon chuckled, throwing his head up. That disappointment in himself did not fade so easily. For not the first time, Mydei wished he could smell his partner properly, to carry his scent fully. Anything to let his words carry more weight. “I suppose so, yes.”

Mydei leaned over, pressing a soft kiss against Phainon’s upper lip. “It’s still perfect, Phainon. I promise you this eternally.”

Mydei rubbed their wrists together, letting his own heavy scents of pomegranates, jasmine and the faint hint of rusted iron carry over them. This would have to be enough, then. The only scent Mydei could catch off of Phainon was a faint, almost nutty aroma, like freshly ground oats. Not nearly strong enough for him to carry for more than a few moments.

… and certainly not the smell Mydei had scented before. He noted it in his mind, making sure to remember to ask Aglaea if she’d seen anyone strange roaming around his home. That all encompassing scent still lingered in his nostrils like a warning, a promise not to let things lie.

Mydei sighed. The smell had disappeared now, but it was still something to keep an eye on.

Now that he thought about it, the previous scent of someone else in his house had indeed all but disappeared, which was strange enough, but it had been replaced by the smell of … burning?

Phainon blanched, his eyes widening as he registered the smell as well. “My steak!” He shrieked, fumbling out from where he lay on the bed and hurriedly pushing past Mydei, who followed behind with a bone deep tiredness in his limbs.

Mydei ignored the state of his kitchen, which had been adorned in a similar way to his bedroom, a large bouquet of myrtles in an antique vase on his dining room table. He watched Phainon pull open the stove, coughing and waving a hand in front of his face as smoke billowed into the kitchen. Mydei pulled open the door without another word, letting the smoke filter out.

“My steak …” Phainon said sadly, staring at his sad lump of charcoal that may have once been reminiscent of a dromas steak. Mydei gently patted his arm, wincing at the strong smell that had removed all hints of honey-jasmine from the kitchen. Then he gently took the charred remains from Phainon, because he looked two seconds away from throwing himself out a window, and Mydei didn’t want him to do something he might regret. Throwing the former steak into Kephale’s statue being one of them.

“Come on,” he urged him, dragging him away from the sad remains of their dinner. Phainon followed behind him easily. “Let’s go take a bath. Then, we’ll make something together.”

Phainon groaned unintelligibly.

“There, there,” Mydei placated awkwardly. He pushed open the bathroom door, swooned slightly at the rose petals that floated in the bath water. Of course Phainon decorated the baths. Phainon loved their baths. Mydei chuckled at the thought. They’d have as many baths as Phainon wanted.

… maybe not, actually. That was far too much power to give to Phainon. Mydei would never leave the water again if he had his way. He let out a small oof when Phainon collapsed into his arms.

Mydei chuckled, louder this time. “Aw, is my Deliverer tuckered out?”

“Shut up,” Phainon mumbled. “…Maybe.”

With strong arms, Mydei tried to yank Phainon out of the death grip he had trapped Mydei in. He ultimately gave up, accepting that it simply wasn’t worth the effort, and tried to maneuver them into the bath. When that failed, he cut his losses and grasped at Phainon’s nape roughly, dragging them away and back to the bedroom. He collapsed into his bed, letting Phainon rest against his chest. They’d take a bath tomorrow, when the world was easier for them both.

Sitting here, with Phainon wrapped around him so completely, the sun shining down on them through the window sill, all Mydei could think was how utterly happy he was. He wouldn’t trade this for anything.

The thought brought an unbidden smile to his face, his mouth falling open as he laughed. Phainon murmured against his throat, muffled.

“Whats got you so happy?” He taunted, pressing a quick kiss against his adams apple, making Mydei kick slightly at the ticklish feeling.

“You. I’ve missed you.” He said, completely straight faced and truthful, eyes crinkling at the way Phainon faltered at that, a soft blush coating his face. He chuckled, hiding his eyes beneath his hair.

“… haha, maybe I was wrong. Clearly my Mydeimos is far more romantic than me,” Phainon waxed, grinning. “I’ve missed you too, Mydei. Next time, we’ll go together,”

That was terrifying, but Mydei nodded regardless, because he would push through everything for Phainon.

He’d always loved the idea of travelling the stars, and while Mydei could relate somewhat, his ideals had always been a little more … grounded. He couldn’t leave Amphoreus, not yet, not when his people still needed a king. He cared too deeply to put it aside for even a second. He merely hoped he wasn’t holding Phainon back, dragging him down from the sky.

He hoped, beyond all doubt, that he was not intrinsically destined for isolation.

“Come with me,” Phainon always said, all the time, every time. Mydei wondered when he’d find the strength to say yes. He kissed him back now instead, wrapping his arms around his nape, biting at his bottom lip.

Phainon, whose tired eyes had been replaced by something else. With eager hands, he traced at Mydei’s pants, unbuckling his waistband. He briefly glanced up, something excited in his eyes.

“You mind grabbing the stuff? I brought them, they’re in my bag.” Phainon grinned, rolling his shoulders, and Mydei nodded easily, scoffing at the idea of how much Phainon had prepared for this. He stood out of bed, leaving Phainon to travel to the front of the house. Sure enough, a small black pack laid by his door, one he’d completely missed before.

He grabbed at the bag, yanking it open. He fished out the lube, ignored the handcuffs, and pulled out a wrapped condom, one out of many in the bag. The sight confused Mydeimos more than anything. In what world would they ever need over twenty condoms? Pulling himself to his feet, he glanced at the single one he had grabbed for a second too long.

Then he paused.

“What the hell?” Mydei said, confused. Then, almost fervently, he yanked open the packaging.

“By Nikador’s name,” Mydei said, slightly awed, as he let the plastic dangle in front of him. He glanced towards their bedroom where Phainon was waiting for him, then turned back to the discarded condom wrapper. He glanced at the size again, just to be sure, and no, he had seen it right.

“Blessed by the Titans … Phainon is taking these things down like an absolute champ,” he said, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “What incredible strength.”

He ignored the faint feeling dread that had begun to bury itself in the back of his throat, practically shaking him. He felt like he was missing something. Something important.

Mydei shook his head in slight bafflement, his mouth open and closing, slightly reminiscent of a fish. “Is he fucking Chartonus or something?”

Then he put a hand to his lips. What an awful thing to say. Chartonus, the wonderful and respected man that he was, would never stoop so low as to sleep with Phainon.

Mydei then stiffly walked back to his bedroom to go sleep with Phainon, his mind running a mile a minute.

“Something wrong?” Phainon asked in concern as Mydei stiffly laid down on the bed beside him. Mydei blinked, then shook his head.

“Fine,” Mydei said gruffly, pressing another kiss to Phainon’s cheek. They had been so excited, were excited. They were going to be each others firsts, in a way they had been planning for ages now. There was never any time before, but now? When Amphoreus had been saved, when dawn had risen?

Mydei wasn’t going to let Phainon’s … impressive abilities scare him off from something they both wanted so desperately.

 Phainon leaned down, unbuckling his belt, and nudged at his slowly hardening cock, popping the head into his mouth with a hitched groan.

Only to immediately cough, choking against the cock and practically spitting it out of his mouth. Phainon wheezed, slamming against his chest as he tried to get his airflow back. Mydei blinked at him, cautiously patting him on the back.

“You- why do you have a gag reflex.“ Mydei said blankly, because if Phainon really took those things up the ass daily, surely he would be better at deepthroating. He pulled back, staring at Phainon in confusion. “Why are you terrible at this.”

“What?” Phainon said sadly. He panted against Mydei’s cock, resting beside it. “Why would you say that to me.”

“You’re right I'm sorry, that was mean,” Mydei mumbled. His mind was reeling. This … this didn’t make any sense.

 “You’re a real piece of work, Mydeimos. Not what you say to the guy who is trying to suck you off.”

 “No, I-“ Mydei fumbled. “Sorry, I just, wow. You choked like, instantly. I swear I only had the tip in. Actually, I don’t even think I was in your mouth yet.”

“Oh, okay, I’m so sorry.” Phainon threw his hands up. A pout made its way onto his face, and he turned away to stare out the window, hands crossed against his chest. “Forgive me for not being a master dick sucker.”

“That is not what I’m saying.” Mydei put his head in his hands, his mind running a mile per minute. Maybe Phainon had just never sucked any of his previous partners' cocks? Yeah, that made sense. He’d never developed a lack of gag reflex because he just hadn’t done it before.

Mydei would go with that.

“I need to go,” Mydei said in a daze, standing up slowly and rebuckling his pants. He needed to take a walk or maybe throw himself off the lance of fury. Anything to get his mind under control. “Discussions, uh, with Tribbie. About my kingdom.”

Phainon looked like he was about to cry.

“What? You’re leaving?” Phainon said, distraught. He looked utterly crestfallen. “Was it really that bad? I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, that’s not it, I swear,” Mydei assured him. He patted him on the back roughly. “I just need a minute, Phainon.” To preferably think about his own penis size.

“We can spend that minute together,” Phainon said, breath hitching.

“No, I mean, like, a minute by myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Phainon.” Mydei said, and Phainon sagged like a sad heap on the floor. Mydei scoffed, pursing his lips together.

“I’m- I’m going to go. Please don’t wait around for me. We’ll talk later,” Mydei said, before he awkwardly donned his chiton and ignored the unused condom in his pocket, shuffling out the door and leaving Phainon sitting on his bed, utterly baffled.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“It’s just, man, it was the size of a forearm I swear, where did Phainon even make room inside himself for that thing? …I don’t know If I can live up to that. What if I can’t make him cum or something? I’ve never had sex before, after all. I mean, I don’t think I’m small, I’m not, but by Nikador, that condom was massive.”

Mydei put his head in his hands. He’d come here immediately after leaving his house, needing to simply speak about the situation to someone. Someone he could trust to give him good advice, to bounce ideas off of.

“Get out of my house,” Cipher said.

HKS. Everyone hated him.

“Cipher, you don’t understand,” Mydei repeated. He was out of place in the small living room, barely big enough for one person. He sat hunched on her couch, large in the tiny space.

“Not your forearm. My forearm.” He flexed slightly, just to show her. She glared at him. “I’m so scared.”

“If I have to keep hearing about how many huge logs the Deliverer shoves up his ass, I’ll give you something to be scared of.” Cipher said, teeth bared. Mydei bared his own teeth back at her, and great, now they were just hissing at each other.

“This isn’t helping,” Mydei groaned, leaning back and rubbing at his eyes. “You’re terrible at this.”

“Look, little prince,” Cipher tried to swipe his necklace off his neck, and in his misery, he let her. “Your Deliverer’s crazy about you. Even if he’s ran through-“

“Don’t say that, don’t be crude.” Mydei grumbled.

“I’m sure he won’t even mind if, y’know, you’re less than stellar,” Cipher shrugged, stars in her eyes as she gazed at the expensive jewelry. “He’d be super nice about it even if you never make him cum!”

“Cipher.” Mydei said through gritted teeth, and she hollered, throwing her head back.

“I’m serious!” She insisted, flickering at the speed of light around her small living space, fiddling with plants and jewellery, opening up random scrolls and throwing coins around. “I mean, surely you know how to make up in the places you’re lacking in.”

“Not really.” Mydei said tightly. “I’ve never engaged in these activities before, and I thought Phainon never had either.”

She gasped at him. Then she pursed her lips, clearly trying not to laugh. “You’re a virgin? Oh, it might be over.”

Mydei blinked, then narrowed his eyes, because he didn’t think his virginity mattered much in this situation. He would’ve been screwed either way. To prove this, with stiff hands, he reached out and dragged the condom out from his pocket, slowly unfolding it.

Cipher whistled as it fell down, shaking her head. Her cat ears flopped haphazardly. “I take it back, I don’t think you can make up for that, actually. It’s cooked, man. I’m so sorry.”

Mydei threw his head back and groaned. Cipher took the condom from him, stretching it slightly. “This is an actual monster. What the fuck? Didn’t know the Deliverer boy had it in him. That’s actually really impressive. I can't even lie.”

Mydei groaned louder in case Cipher hadn’t heard him. She rolled her eyes, rushing to the kitchen and returning instantly, tossing him a desert she’d made. He caught it easily, biting into it roughly, before he winced. He was pretty sure he just swallowed an egg shell.

He sighed solemnly before taking another bite. Yup, definitely egg shells. He stood up, placed the pastry down on the plate she’d left for him, and stormed into the kitchen to make better Cinnamon Cakes. Everyone was ruining meals today. Cipher pranced after him, leaping onto the counter to watch him, because Nikador Forgive she helped or something.

The conversation got him nowhere, but it had provide him with some incredible Cinnamon Cakes out of it, Mydei thought, slinging his necklace back around his neck. Sure, he’d had to make them himself, but it was the end result that counted.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Mydei walked through the door, opening his mouth to speak.

“No,” Aglaea said, not looking up from the book she was browsing through.

Mydei walked back out the door.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Mydei debated asking Krateros for advice. Then he punched himself in the shoulder, wincing at the painful feeling. He was losing it. Genuinely losing his mind. He needed to get a grip before he did something stupid, like go to the Grove to request help or something. As if. He wasn’t Phainon.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“Hypothetically, would you be able to create something that could, hm, enhance items? Packages, perhaps?” Mydei said gruffly. He tried not letting his embarrassment show.

Anaxagoras stared at him. His one working eye twitched.

“I’m sorry for troubling you,” Mydei sighed, trying not to let his voice crack, and turned around quickly, walking away.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“Oh, forgive me, am I interrupting something?” Mydei asked, raising an eyebrow. He’d come to the Garden of Life to hold Chimeras and wallow in misery, only to be greeted with the sight of Hyacine gently pressed against Castorice’s forehead, their eyes closed, mere inches apart.

Castorice leapt back, hiding her face behind her hands. “Lord Mydei, please …”

“Not at all!” Hyacine said, eyes bright. She dropped a small peck on Castorice’s cheek, making the other girl flush, a small smile gracing her face. The small, pink alpha waved at him cheerfully before her attention was grabbed by a small purple Chimera.

“I can leave,” Mydei said after a moment, a small grin making its way onto his face as he stepped closer.

“Lord Mydei, please don’t tease,” Castorice sighed, and he threw his head back in gruff laughter.

“No teasing,” he agreed, hands raised in surrender. They fell into a peaceful silence, nothing but the awoos of Chimera’s to keep them company.

“You don’t usually look this stressed, is something the matter?” Castorice asked him after a moment, and Mydei winced at how obvious his distress must have been to the omega.

‘Yeah, the Deliverer’s a size queen and I don’t think I can handle all that.’ Mydei thought to himself.

“No, I'm good,” Mydei choked, thumping at his chest. “Everything’s fine.”

Castorice raised a delicate eyebrow, her head tilting slightly. In her hands, a fluffy chimera plush lay in her hands, a perfect replica of the one Hyacine was petting. “Are you sure? Lord Phainon approached me earlier today. He said you’ve been avoiding him and pleaded with me to ask you why.”

“I’m not avoiding Phainon. Why would I be avoiding Phainon.” Mydei said, his voice cracking.

“He said,” she looked vaguely unsettled now. “You ran off when you two were about to, erm, go at each other. He says he hopes he didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable and that he’ll … ah, learn how to suck better?”

Hyacine blinked, finally looking up from the adorable chimera. “Learn how to suck better?”

Mydei stared at her, eyes haunted. A groan threatened to tear its way out of his throat. “You don’t want to know.”

“You’re absolutely right, Mydei. I don’t,” she hummed to herself, then gestured for him to come over. He did so instantly, plopping to the ground, and she gently placed the chimera in his lap. It cooed, nuzzling up against his calf, and Mydei smiled at the way it bumped up against him.

“This is why I love you,” she said matter of factly, urging him to lean down slightly. He did so without question, letting her grasp at the loose strands of his blood kissed hair, starting to pull them into braids. “You always seem just as tired with him as I am. I love you for that.”

Mydei hummed lightly at the feeling of fingers against his scalp, a content smile growing on his face. “We would’ve killed it as lab partners at the Grove.”

“Exactly!” Hyacine giggled. “Cassie, you still have your nail polish, right? Your designs are so pretty, you should try them out on Dei while we have him here.”

Castorice flushed, her eyes widening slightly. She shook her head lightly, waves of lavender hair fluttering in the wind. “Ah, they’re really nothing special. I’ve only ever done them on myself, anyways.”

“I don’t mind,” Mydei shrugged lightly, eyes slightly lidded in contentment. He let the Chimera run out of his lap, and Castorice moved out of its way without hesitation, slightly panicked. Something in Mydei’s heart clenched at the sight. Even without her curse of Death, she still feared that gentle touch.

It was something they both shared deeply. He had faced many, many battles that had gotten out of hand, where he had pushed himself too far, only brought to light by Phainon’s rough hands dragging him back, rage and a desperate sort of agony in his eyes, a constant reminder that he would not come back when felled.

“Please,” Phainon had begged him, voice shaky, hands wrapped tightly around his broken and bruised body, one that would take weeks to heal instead of mere hours. “Don’t walk into that dark abyss, where I cannot follow you.”

He had been trying, desperately, but instinct did not disappear so easily.

“You can practice on me, if you’d like.” Mydei said, raising a hand willingly.

“Ah! Well, if you insist …” she pulled out a small kit, gesturing at the colours. Mydei had no preferences, not really, or at least, that’s what he told himself as he pointed at the royal blue.

They spent hours simply talking, and Mydei felt his mind completely drawn away from his current predicament, content to watch Castorice paint his nails while Hyacine did his hair in cute braids and space buns. She even pulled out some blue bows for him, matching neatly with the pink ones she already had out.

“You really should talk to Phainon,” Castorice told him gently, closing the nail polish bottles. Mydei admired them for a moment longer, before sighing deeply, because she was right. He couldn’t put this conversation off forever. He’d have to face the dawn sometimes, he supposed.

With resignation but also a fierce amount of determination, Mydei turned around and walked away, Castorice and Hyacine waving him goodbye sweetly.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

So when he’d gotten to Phainon’s quarters only to be turned away, he knew something was deeply wrong.

“Ya, no man, you do not wanna go in there,” Stelle insisted, the other Alpha shaking her head seriously, which was worrying, because Stelle was only serious in life or death situations. He hadn’t even been aware that the Trailblazers had returned to Amphoreus, and had greeted them instantly upon realizing. Naturally, he’d assumed that they were here to see Phainon.

Yet, when he’d tried to go see Phainon, she and Dan Heng had completely blocked the doors. The odd banging sounds, strangely violent snarling, and constant slams against the entrance probably being the reason why.

… If Phainon had actually ended up re-adopting that lion like he’d joked about that one time, Mydei was going to leave him. As it was now, he merely blinked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

He tried to shove past the two of them, but Dan Heng and Stelle were like walls of steel. He could absolutely fight his way through, of course, but he’d just gotten his nails done.

“No, I mean it, do not go in there. Actually, you know what? it might be better if you leave.” Stelle said, looking slightly sick. Then her eyes brightened. “Love the makeover, by the way. Blue really is a great complementary colour on you.”

“I agree,” Dan Heng said, back and thick tail pressed against the actively weakening door. He ignored the heavy slams while conversing with the two of them. “It stands out nicely against the red.”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you both to say, now let me through. If it’s actually the lion, I need to do damage control.” Mydei insisted.

“Lion?” Stelle blinked, then jumped slightly as a piece of stone fell from the wall. She stepped back lightly, gesturing for Dan Heng to follow. They summoned their weapons as the door actively weakened against the brute force being laid into it.

“Are we fighting the lion?” Mydei sighed, getting into position.

“What lion? When was there ever a lion?” Dan Heng asked in confusion, only to still as the door finally flung open, his spear pointed menacingly at it. The pheromones that hit Mydei instantly had him faltering, clutching at his head meekly. They were strong, some of the strongest he’d ever smelled, enough to bring even him almost to his knees. The deep, earthy scent of petrichor was suddenly flooded into the halls, and vaguely, Mydei realized that this was the scent he had smelled in his home once.

No lion, but …

“Phainon?” Mydei gaped, blinking wildly against that haze of overpowering pheromones. “What the- what is wrong with you?”

Kind of mean, yes, but surely no one would blame him. Afterall, Phainon looked downright terrible, body swaying and limbs lethargic as he stumbled forward viciously, a faint divine glow coming off of him in waves. Mydei barely even noticed Dan Heng stepping slightly in front of him, blocking him from view.

This ultimately did nothing to stop Phainon however, who looked up, narrowed his golden eyes dangerously, picked Dan Heng up, six foot tall earth titan form and all, and threw him into Stelle. Not very hard, but enough that they went stumbling into the shelves behind them with exaggerated yelps, practically flailing.

It would’ve been slightly humorous in any other situation, but now Mydei had just lost his allies.

Phainon loomed over him with a hazy, soft look in his eyes, anger all but gone. It had Mydei furrowing his eyebrows from the straight whiplash. He placed a sloppy kiss against Mydei’s cheek before he, in one quick motion, scooped him up, cradling him against his chest bridal style. Mydei yelped, very dignified, and attempted to fight his way out of the grasp while also trying his best not to hurt Phainon when he was clearly out of it.

“Woahkay big guy,” Stelle said, feather brandished warily as she stood up from the pile on the ground. “Hands up. Put the Kremnoan Prince down. I repeat, put the Kremnoan prince down or we will use force.”

“We won’t,” Dan Heng assured Mydei, taking a small step forward. They approached the two of them warily, as if trying to subdue a beast and rescue a hostage.

Phainon good to god snarled when they approached, hackles raised in agitation, and Mydei and Stelle shared an identical look of discomfort. Phainon didn’t do anything besides that, though, content to simply hold Mydei to his chest and pace menacingly by his door.

“Bruh.” She said, watching Phainon hold Mydei like he was an overgrown teddy bear. “So when you show up, he cuddles you and makes kissy faces, but when me, Dan Heng and March come to say hi, he goes into rut rage and tries to turn us into spaghetti. I see how it is.”

Phainon started dragging Mydei into his quarters, and before Mydei could ask what was going on, Phainon was a beta. What do you mean he was going through a rut? Don't leave me here- The door had been slammed shut behind him, and Phainon was pulling him and dropping him against his bed, kissing him deeply.

“What the fuck?” Mydei said when Phainon pulled off of him long enough to be able to breath, let alone speak. “You’re an alpha?”

“Close enough, I’m an enigma.” Phainon panted, some sense returning to him back in his own home. Then he stilled. ”… you knew that? Why do you sound so lost?”

“No?” Mydei choked, because why were they just making up secondary genders now. Phainon suddenly looked very concerned, which made Mydei feel very concerned. “You’re not a Beta … ?”

“No?” Phainon felt his brows furrow. He rubbed at his nape, all atmosphere gone in almost a moment. “There’s no way this has never come up before. I have an, ah, a condition? My secondary gender makes my ruts volatile. I’ve been on scent blockers to prevent them entirely. I only took them off so we could, haha, share a rut together?”

Mydei stared at him. Phainon stared back.

“You never mentioned this.” Mydei blankly, and Phainon practically whined.

“Titans, there’s literally no way I haven’t. Everyone knows. I’m just messing everything up,” Phainon bemoaned, pulling Mydei into his arms and cradling him against the mattress. He shuddered against him, holding him tighter.

“No, no,” Mydei shook his head, hugging him back easily, moving his hands behind his back. “I promise you’re not, Phainon.”

A deep sniffle against his nape. Mydei felt something wet against his neck. He ignored how the thought of Phainon crying made him want to cry a little as well. “Really?”

“Really, if anything, I’m the one who’s made this far more complicated than it had to be.” Mydei said, bringing a hand up to pet at Phainon’s head, letting his eyes fall shut as Phainon relaxed against him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“…. So you’re not going to leave me?” Phainon asked.

“Wha?” Mydei said, his brows furrowing. “Why on earth would I leave you? I don’t mind that you’re an … Enigma, Phainon. I didn’t care when I thought you were a Beta, why would this be a dealbreaker? To me, of all people?”

A muffle against his neck. Mydei blinked, then slowly pulled Phainon forward, looking up at his big, sad, blue eyes.

“What? What did you say?” Mydei repeated.

“You’ll leave me because I’m bad at sucking dick,” Phainon said sadly, his eyes falling shut. “I promise I can learn …”

Silence.

Mydei choked, pressing his lips together tightly.

He couldn’t help it, he laughed. It started as a small chuckle, before it descended into a fit of loud laughter. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, shaking from his fit of giggles.

“Stop,” Phainon demanded, his pout growing. He watched Mydei with a great deal of disgruntlement. “Stop, Mydeimos, this is serious. I’m serious. I was so worried.”

“Were you actually?” Mydei grinned, his head shaking. He almost fell off the bed with how hard he was thrashing, only held down by Phainon’s strong grip. “No, surely you weren’t scared I was going to leave you because you were bad at dick sucking.”

More silence. Mydei’s cackles started up again, he just couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Enough,” Phainon blushed, shaking his head. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Mydei’s, swallowing up his laughter and replacing it with a soft sigh.

He pulled back, huffling, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’re so irritating.”

“Me?” Mydei grinned, his head spread against the pillow like a halo, sun shining down on him through the window. “Take a look at yourself first, you hypocrite.”

“I’m a delight,” Phainon replied, a grin matching Mydei’s growing on his face. Mydei sighed, almost content.

“You know,” Mydei said, lying down against the bed, settling himself up with one arm. “For someone who should be deep in rut right now, you’re surprisingly lucid.”

“I was more worried about you leaving me then I was about how horny I was,” Phainon admitted, staring down the empty expanse of Mydei’s body, reaching a hand out to caress his tattoos.

“And now?”

Phainon panted, gripping at Mydei’s thigh where his red ink disappeared under his pants. He pressed his forehead against Mydei’s upper abdomen.

“It’s certainly getting there,” Phainon huffed. “But I’m more happy than anything.”

Mydei scoffed. “You sap.“

“You love it,” Phainon grinned, throwing his sweat slicked hair back, and Mydei had no defence. He did love it, damn him. He leaned in when Phainon pressed against his shoulder.

“Why did you run from me, when you wanted me so badly?” Phainon murmured, panting against Mydei’s nape. The scent he’d smelled before ricocheted through his head, making Mydei groan at the way it drowned everything else out. It was strong, almost enough to completely erase Mydei’s scent altogether.

Mydei flushed, because truly, how was he ever supposed to explain?

He didn’t, instead moving downwards, pushing away the hands Phainon was using to palm at his erection, tugging at his waistband and undoing his belt, letting it fall open with a sharp clink.

”Huh,” Mydei mumbled, slightly confused. “What-“

He gasped as Phainon’s cock, half hard and dripping with precum, thwacked against the side of his cheek, a layer of thick precum staining his face. The ominous shadow it cast as it loomed over Mydei’s face had the other man balking, slowly leaning his head back just to stare at it fully, watching it slowly harden under his heavily lidded gaze.

Mydei stared for a moment longer. Then, almost hesitantly, he held it in his fist, feeling the way it throbbed, warming his hand. By Nikador’s lance, how had he even hidden this thing?

It clicked suddenly, like the full edge of Dawnbringer had swung itself into the side of his head.

“Oh.” Mydei said. Then he blanched. “Oh no.”

Phainon blinked. Concern etched itself onto his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mydei cut him off before he could.

“No,” Mydei said. He shook his head plainly, letting go and scooting backwards slightly. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this. That’s a third leg man, I have- I have things I need to do tomorrow. I’ve got a meeting with Aglaea that I need to walk to.”

He desperately looked around the room, searching for an escape exit. When he didn’t find one, he resigned himself to his fate, slumping into the firm pillows at his back and groaning into his hands.

“Mydei-“

“Just. Give me a minute,” Mydei bit out tensely, head still hidden beneath his hands. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear the rustling of sheets, Phainon’s head nudging against his chest. Blearily, Mydei reached an arm out and wrapped it around Phainon, dragging them together.

“Is this going to be an issue?” Phainon asked quietly, voice wet again. Mydei sighed deeply, opening his eyes. Then, slowly, he shook his head.

“No. I just feel really dumb,” Mydei said quietly. “I’m not going to tell you why, because you’re mean, and you’re going to laugh at me. Just know that I feel dumb.”

Phainon laughed at him regardless, probably due to how utterly tired Mydei sounded. 

Then he cut himself off, frowning, his face growing worried.

“No, Phainon,” Mydei assured him before he could even speak. “I’m not going to leave you because your cock’s too big.”

Phainon perked up almost instantly, a wide grin spreading on his face. Mydei sighed, amused.

“If you'd rather, you can top! I don’t mind as long as I’m with you, Mydei. If you don’t think you can take it, we can do something else!”

Mydei blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’d be okay with that? You’re, uh, ultra dominant top of the pack enigma behavioural instincts aren’t gonna go haywire or something?”

“Please don’t say it like that.”

“I’m serious,” Mydei huffed, shoving Phainon’s cheek in annoyance, feeling his lips purse in slight amusement.

Then he paused. Slowly, he narrowed his eyes, a foreboding feeling rising off of him in waves. Agitation.

“You don’t think I can take it?” Mydei said quietly. Almost dangerously.

“What?” Phainon blinked, pushing back to sit on his haunches. He cocked his head slightly, his ahoge flopping to the side. “Excuse me?”

“That’s what you said.” Mydei felt his lip pull back almost instinctively, a snarl vibrating deeply in his chest. Phainon backed up slightly, not one to ignore an obvious threat from an alpha about to enter rut. “You don’t think I can handle it? What do you think I am, weak? Unworthy? You bastard. You dare insult me? Wound my pride in my own home? Shove your cock up my ass, then, we’ll see whos weak then.”

Phainon looked slightly panicked now. He frantically shook his head from side to side. “No! No, of course not! I just, you know, you’ve never done that before, and it’s a lot, so maybe it would be better if we-“

“You’ll pound me into the next Era Nova, right here, right now!” Mydei snarled, and Phainon yelped as if he’d threatened him with painful death via Lance of Fury.

“I- okay?” Phainon said cautiously, like he was trying to placate a wild beast. “Whatever you want, Mydei.”

“Say it, then.” Mydei said darkly.

“i don’t think that’s necessary.” Phainon said meekly.

“Say it.” Mydei demanded, and Phainon swallowed roughly.

“… I’ll pound you into the next Era Nova?” Phainon said quietly, and Mydei nodded contendedly, like a cat who’d gotten the cream.

With a self satisfied nod, he leaned back down pressing a gentle kiss against Phainon’s slit. He looked up at him, letting his mouth fall open to lick at his slit, moaning slightly at the warm, salty taste. He didn’t move further just yet, content to leave small kitten licks against his cock, trailing his tongue up and down the length leisurely. He caressed those bulging veins with his lips, paying extra attention to each and every one.

Phainon groaned eagerly, a hand reaching out to tug lightly at Mydei’s hair. He could get addicted to this, Mydei thought blearily, to the feeling of Phainon’s hands in his hair and his cock resting heavily against his tongue.

Mydei leaned into the feeling, opening his mouth to drag Phainon’s cock deeper, feeling how it poked at the back of his throat and slid farther. It made him feel dizzy, knowing that it wasn’t even halfway down yet.  

Or maybe that was just Phainon’s scent, which seemed to encompass the entire room now. If Mydei had thought it was strong before, it was nothing compared to now, the pheromones so intense he was sure any omega who caught even a hint of it would fall into heat instantly.

Mydei took it in with deep, cloying breaths. The smell of wet petrichor and cedarwood, that faint earthy hint of oat still there, a distinct backdrop. Ignoring how strong it was, it was a pleasant scent. It matched Phainon, Mydei thought contendly, so how could he not love it?

He suctioned his lips around that cock, trying his best to suck Phainon’s soul out through it, grinning at the spasm and shudders he got for his efforts. He did his best not to gag, but it was hard, his throat constricting like a vice against that foreign object. 

He brought a hand up to idly pump at the length, giving some attention to the parts he couldn’t quite reach yet, giving him all the more time to eagerly swallow up those thick dollops of precum, letting it slide straight down his throat. Drool leaked out of his slack lips, wetting his cock and making the slide that much easier.

“Mydei,” Phainon hissed out, hand tightening against his scalp. Mydei merely moaned around his cock in response, letting his throat vibrate around it. He leaned into Phainon’s hold, letting him bring him down deeper. The groan Phainon let out had Mydei’s own cock twitching eagerly in his pants, and he palmed at it without hesitation, eyes rolling as he panted. He pressed Phainon’s cock deeper, letting it rest in his pliant throat, groaning at how it filled his mouth up completely. His mouth was sure to be bruised, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to even worry about it.

He shuddered, opening his mouth just a bit wider. He wanted to feel it all, suckling every last inch inside of him. He moved up and down the length, trying to push just a little bit farther, a little bit deeper-

Phainon bucked into his desperate mouth, using his hand to drag him forward to make his thrusts, almost to the hilt. The shock of the movement had him choking, his cock lodging itself there like a brand. The satisfaction from being facefucked was new, he’d never really gotten off because of it before. Now, though, he palmed at his own aching cock a little harder, the desire to finish catching up to him.

Mydei whined as he was pushed harder, rougher, unable to close his mouth properly as his drool splattered against the ground under him, letting Phainon ruin his throat to his heart's content. The strength of his scent was stronger here, Mydei thought vaguely. It was heady, making him feel slightly lightheaded. Or maybe that was just the cockhead blocking off his airways.

He let Phainon piston deeply into his mouth, that urge surely stemming from his rut catching up to him in waves. He fucked into Mydei’s open throat like he couldn’t stand the thought of ever stopping.

“Do you feel that?” Phainon asked thickly, voice heavy as he thrusted roughly, pushing him down and going farther than Mydei ever imagined possible. “Ahh. We’re together now.”

… They had been together, actually, but then again, they’d never really done anything akin to mating before, so maybe he was just making up for lost time.

Phainon caressed the outline of his lips, tracing the way they spread around his cock. His pupils had dilated almost completely, to the point where blue was hardly visible, staring down at Mydei with a thick intensity. Then, with one last yank, he pulled Mydei off his cock.

“Wha-“ Mydei sputtered, coughing slightly. He pressed a hand against Phainon’s thigh, catching his breath. “You didn’t come. I could’ve made you come, I was this close.”

“Wanna finish inside you,” Phainon panted, falling to his knees and pressing his lips desperately against Mydei’s, tasting himself on his tongue. He grasped at Mydei’s ass, pawing at his waistband desperately. “Can’t waste it on your face or your throat.”

”Can’t waste it, huh?” Mydei grinned, voice raspy after the beating his throat had taken. He grasped a hand tightly around Phainon’s fully hard cock, taking in how beautiful he looked when he shuddered, desperation in his eyes. “Why don’t you show me where it belongs, then?”

Phainon practically pounced on him, dragging him up by the arms and pushing him onto their bed. Mydei held his arms open, letting Phainon collapse against him, rutting desperately against his thighs. Then, with strong hands, he flipped Mydei over, harshly pressing a finger against his hole.

“Are you insane?” Mydei huffed, slapping lazily at Phainon’s hands. Phainon stilled, not quite all there. He seemed almost in haze, his rut catching up to him even more than Mydei’s.

“Just wait a second, you beast,” Mydei grumbled lightheartedly, dragging himself towards his drawer. He vaguely felt hands gripping against his thighs tightly, as if to prevent him from escaping. He scoffed, but ultimately ignored it, reaching out and grabbing the small bottle of lube he’d left there.

He handed it to Phainon and watched as he poured it all over his fingers, pressing insistently once more.

“So irritating  … “ Phainon muttered, spreading Mydei with his long fingers, pressing up against every sensitive spot. He twisted and turned, searching almost desperately for anything that would make Mydei twitch and fall apart. “Once we’re done, I’ll make sure you never need lube again …”

Mydei blinked, because what in the world did that mean? only to groan as those fingers increased, one, then two, until four were pushing him open so fully he could barely breath. His ass had never been spread so fully before, had never opened like this. 

The flush head of his cock against Mydei’s hole had him jerking, the suddenness of it all sending him astral. Surely he hadn’t been prepared well enough. Although, he wasn’t certain he could ever be truly prepared to take that monster of a cock fully.

The slide was anything but smooth, Phainon pushing his cock deeper into the wetness of his hole, yanking at his rim in time with his pace, harsh thrusts fucking him to the brim. The stretch ached, his body almost instinctively fighting against the foreign intrusion that seemed to shove every other organ out the way.

Mydei scrabbled uselessly against the sheets, his inner alpha instantly lashing out at the feeling of another trying to dominate him. Mydei kicked uselessly, pressed against the bed as he was, but a mere press against his tenth thoracic vertebrae had him practically whimpering, the force of submission almost dragging him under. Some part of him tried to fight against it, relishing in the idea of making Phainon work for it, but it was like he was in a daze. Nothing sounded better than letting Phainon have his way with him.

The room was practically overflowing with a mix of their pheromones, Phainon’s drowning him out completely until his scent was nothing more than a faint whiff in the wind. He must’ve looked like a picture perfect omega, his blond hair spread against the sheets, propped up in a mating press, presenting to be bred as a massive cock filled him completely. 

Mydei pushed his hips back, meeting his eager thrusts. Phainon only seemed to fuck into him deeper, his balls smacking heavily against Mydei’s ass, his cock flopping uselessly against the sheets to provide him with stimulation.

“So cute,” Phainon crooned, all while he ravaged Mydei to complete finish, pulling at his puffy rim and caressing it gently, in harsh contrast the the absolute beating he was giving Mydei as he fucked him full. It was a mess of sensations as Phainon slowly dragged himself out, only to slide back in as deeply as he could. “It’s sucking me in so much. Taking me so well. You’re a perfect fit for my cock, Mydei … “

Mydei whined raggedly, because he really wasn’t. If anything, Phainon was molding his hole, breaking it into a sheath to fit his cock. Yet,  he could voice none of this, only able to brace himself as Phainon latched onto his hips and began to truly fuck him, sending him deep into the mattress.

“Phainon,” Mydei panted as Phainon’s hands tightened even further, holding him down as he forced him to take what was given, letting him use him as he pleased. As if he were nothing but a toy. “Phainon, ngh-“

“You’re so perfect,” Phainon repeated again, over and over, as if he was trying to burn it into his head. He groaned, only growing rougher as Mydei’s moans drastically increased in volume, every wet squelch and slide making him want to ruin Mydei even more.

Every push, every shudder, every debaunched, wanton, utterly lewd noise was enough incentive. Phainon wanted to hear Mydei like that always, and as he pushed Mydei against him again and again, all he wanted to do was break him on his cock.

Until nobody else could ever hope to satisfy him, until he needed Phainon’s cock in his hole to ever even dream of cumming. Until his mind was so fried he wouldn’t be able to finish without Phainon’s cum slathering his womb open.

He wanted that. Phainon wanted to ruin his hole.

The thought had him desperate, slapping Mydei’s hand away from his leaky cock and pushing a hand against his nape to shove his face into the sheets, grinning at how Mydei’s insides desperately clenched against his as he slammed up against his sweet spot, tightening around his cock and trying to keep him there. He diverted all his focus and precision against that one spot, attacking it with the ferocity of a battle.

He was rewarded as Mydei pathetically twitched around him, a fractured gasp leaving his lips as he came, his knot inflating around nothing and cum spilling from his tip, staining the bed. Phainon watched with a smile as Mydei shuddered, jolting desperately at the overwhelming sensations as his wet hole was filled messily. He let Phainon manhandle him with nothing short of delight, mouth lolling open as he dragged him up and down the length of his cock, every deep pound dragging him closer and closer to the edge, closer to being bred.

The thought made Phainon giddy, his instincts urging him to fill his crown prince completely, to seal himself within and tie them together, and who was he to deny both him and his beloved what they both truly wanted?

He came as well, pulling out just enough that his knot inflated around nothing and subsided easily once more, dragging Mydei’s chin desperately to press another kiss to his slack lips.

His orgasm did little to delay him, and in mere moments, Phainon was back to thrusting into Mydei‘s willing hole ruthlessly once more, feeling the way his cum slid down that beaten rim and landed on the bed. He snarled at the waste, sharp nails dragging down the length of Mydei’s back and drawing lines of golden blood, making his mate gasp at the sharp pain. Grinding his teeth against Mydei’s willingly mating gland, he did his best to calm himself. He had all the time in the world to make sure it took, after all. He lapped at the leaking rivulets of iron, a merciful apology, even as his thrusts continued without fail.

“Hahh, I’m so annoyed you’re not an omega,” Phainon bemoaned, reaching to grasp Mydei’s swollen cock, rubbing it in his hands and chuckling at the way Mydei jerked in his grasp. “What are you doing with this useless thing, anyways?”

“Useless…?” Mydei huffed, finding his voice once more. He sounded amused. “It’s not useless.”

“It is,” Phainon insisted with a sacchirine smile, giving Mydei pointed thrust and cutting off his words. “Now that you have me, you don’t have to worry about knotting anyone ever again. Just lie there and let me breed you, okay?”

“What?” Mydei laughed, letting Mydei take him completely. “I was, hah, I was supposed to top-“

Phainon impaled Mydei on his cock completely, and the drag as he pulled himself out boredreed on pain. It seemed to last forever, a constant battle between being full and being empty. Mydei moaned, letting the sensation wash over him in waves.

“I haven’t fucked you well enough,” Phainon panted, all while giving Mydei another deep push of his cock, slamming their hips together over and over again. “If you can still talk.”

“You’re- insatiable,” Mydei bit out, mind blank as Phainon bottomed out inside of him and stayed there like he belonged. Like he was made to be used. Phainon was so, so greedy, he wanted Mydei to stay here forever. He could sit on his cock every second of the day, always filled to the brim with him and his cum.

“My pretty thing, how could a pretty, cute, dick like this ever knot anyone?” Phainon crooned, reducing Mydei to a mess of whispers and moans. He felt Mydei clench around him at the pet name, and it was almost enough to make him laugh aloud, grinding against his drenched, puckered hole and sliding a thick finger in beside his cock, pulling it the the brim as it sucked his cock just that much deeper. “You love me so good, let me love you. You feel so good ….”

“Damnit, stop for a second,” Mydei whined, feeling how Phainon jackhammered into him without break. That enigma stamina was no joke, after all. Phainon hadn’t faltered once, and Mydei was reaching the brink of a second orgasm rapidly. Almost instinctively, he felt his body try to weakly crawl away, if only to stop those sensations for a moment. It was like some ancient instinct had enveloped him, one that demanded he get away before he broke completely. He dragged himself plainly off of Phainon’s cock, until only the head remained.

“I can’t,” Phainon growled, and Mydei practically shrieked as Phainon lunged for him, dragging him back onto his cock and shoving himself completely inside once more, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing helplessly. His cock bulged through the layer of skin, bulging up and denting with every thrust. “I have to make sure it takes.”

“You can’t,” Mydei moaned, feeling Phainon draw blood with how harshly he gripped at his thighs. “You can’t, hah, get me pregnant,”

If Phainon heard him, he did not acknowledge a word he said. He was propped completely onto Phainon’s cock, pushed down into a mating position, and mounted once more, as if he were a bitch in heat. The sounds of moaning, squelching, and wet thwacks of skin against skin was all Mydei could hear, surely obvious to anyone nearby what they were doing.

Mydei groaned, slack against the sheets as he came once more, his cock spurting dryly as Phainon stuffed him full with his own cum, filled enough that his stomach seemed to almost bloat. The amount was copious, as if the mere thought of getting Mydei pregnant was enough to have Phainon cumming buckets, anything to make sure it took. This time, he allowed himself to knot, keeping the cum fully inside him. Even with the knot, cum from both this round and the last leaked around the tight breach of his cock. Phainon rubbed at the bloated feel

Phainon cooed, feral madness all but forgotten as his beloved mate stopped trying to leave his arms, pulling him up against his lap and positioning him neatly against his chest and nuzzling against the crown of his head. Mydei whined mindlessly as Phainon continued to jerkily rut into his ass, stirring up his insides

“Tighten up, don’t waste even a drop,” Phainon demanded sweetly, nuzzling against Mydei’s scent gland. Mydei moaned incomprehensibly, the only reaction he received being the way Mydei shifted lazily around his cock, craving that full sensation.

Phainon wanted more. He wanted Mydei pregnant already, full with a whole litter. Even still, he was able to resist the rut driven urge to make Mydei. That lingering doubt still in his mind, a moment of fear that somehow, in some way, Mydei wouldn’t want him too.

He would be content with this, rocking his hips and fucking Mydei until there wasn’t a chance he wouldn’t be filled completely.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

A week later and Mydei was starting to think he was never going to get to that meeting with Aglaea. He couldn’t feel his legs. He’d long since lost track of many times they’d had sex. If Phainon ever finished inside him again it would be too soon.

“…You’re really a virgin?” Mydei said blankly, a couple hours before the end of their shared rut, letting himself lean into Phainon’s grasp as he lazily pumped into his slack hole. “Why do you have so many condoms?”

“Ah.” Phainon rubbed at his nape, a flush working its way onto his face. “It’s just, well. Hm.”

“Spit it out,” Mydei said gruffly, a hand running down his face.

“I sort of cum a lot.” Phainon muttered under his breath. “It just makes for an easier clean up.”

“And you need … like, 20 condoms for that?” Mydei said dully.

“I cum a lot,” Phainon said, slightly haunted. Mydei nodded slowly, after all, he could feel it.

Mydei sighed, leaning into Phainon, feeling that new mating bond pulse against his open mouth, a slight pain lingering there. ”You totally egged me on purpose, didn’t you?” Mydei said solemnly.

He’d already accepted it, but it still pissed him off when Phainon nodded.

“You fall for my bait so easily, Mydei.” Phainon sighed, like he was disappointed in him.

“You know what? I wish you were just a size queen,” Mydei grumbled, then turned and pulled himself off his cock, refusing to elaborate even when Phainon sputtered. He tried not to flush as a wave of cum poured out of him, practically drenching Phainon’s cock. “If you want to play stupid games, you can get yourself off.”

“Mydei,” Phainon whined, pressing up insistently against his back, but he merely shook his head, dragging himself under the blankets.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

“What do you mean I’m pregnant?” Mydei sputtered out around 2 months later, head in his hands as he rocked slightly in the medbay “He was serious? I thought- I thought it was just dirty talk?”

Hyacine nodded understandingly, patting his shoulder comfortingly as he groaned. “I’m not entirely sure what you were expecting? He is an enigma, after all.”

”Why did everyone know this except for me.” Mydei said darkly under his breath. He was going to do something he would certainly regret.

”if its helps, I actually had no idea,” Cipher said beside him, yanking a lollipop from Hyacine’s basket. “I can’t lie, that must’ve been crazy, little prince. I have to say, I’m impressed. Is your ass okay?”

”No. Get her out, please,” Mydei groaned again, knocking a fist against his hand. Phainon could never find out about this. He’d never live it down.