Legend of Ransera

"I've had a crush on you for the longest time..." Khyan sighed wistfully. "I guess it only took social and probably literal death to muster the courage to do summat about it." The subsequent snigger was dark, but genuine. Khyan was the sort to find comfort in gallows humour and never had that been so literal as it had of late. Fortunately, his parents were similarly oriented- Likely the genesis of the trait in himself- So they often laughed at the dinner table about their imminent dooms.

"Is that a kink of yours? Gods know you needn't pay for the privilege of worshipping you. I'd have done it for free anytime you asked and, while I may not be as practised as a whore, I am a noted slag." Indeed, Khyan didn't couple for coin. He only waxed erotic for his own pleasure and what pleasure he could derive from the Auras of others with his kinky little synesthetic quirk.

As Raithen deployed his euphemism, Khyan smirked- certainly not expecting him to act on it after they'd both so recently been spent. So his eyes widened at the sensation and he propped himself up on his elbows to watch the ministrations of the blessed being.

"Founders alive..." He muttered breathily as his head fell back and his eyes rolled up into his head. This had to be sacrilege, but never had sin felt so good- And that was saying something, as sin was famously fun. Albeit perhaps less so in a realm where much of the population was preternaturally bound to their Faith, but even so.

"I like it when you look at me while you're doing that..." The reverent human noted, locking his dark eyes onto Raithen's pale.

"Founders, Raithen..." He replied breathily, "Imagine bedding a bloody paragon descended of Aværys, Mighty be is Wrath and Fiery His Blade, and then also getting paid for it? Fæx. I got into the wrong line of work..." He pursed his lips, "Which is none, but you know- That's a thing people say." Albeit not many of the idle class of which Khyan was until very recently a member.

"Indeed." Khyan nodded, sagely. "I, too, will let you do whatever you want to me." Especially now that he felt as though he had nothing to lose. Though, in Raithen's case this being the build-up of years of pining, he'd have said as much any day prior as well.

He tipped his head back as Raithen returned his attentions to the task at hand... and mouth. He dipped into the Avialæ's Aura with his Semblance, to get a sense of how he felt while he went about his thoughtful work. Feeling for both of them, he whimpered under the influence of their mingling sensations. He gasped as Raithen withdrew again, letting his Rune relax even as the rest of him remained tense.

"Rest assured, there is no coercion here- Unless it is me plying pity to finally inspire you to bed me." He chuckled, half-joking. "Sorry. I know I oughtn't joke, but it helps ease my mind to the realities when I mark their patent absurdity. Oh..." And back they were to the act. Enaging his Rune again, he amplified his own pleasure by taking on Raithen's. He knew himself well enough to realise that would accelerate matters, but this was there second go of it, so that wasn't altogether a bad thing.

"Well... Not to my face, but I assume they call me a slag." He nestled closer, knitting his brow. "I mean... I call me a slag."

Eager to please and happy to oblige, Khyan accepted what was offered. If the first go around had been as brazen as the Waking Prayer, then the second was as subtle as the Waning. There was comfort in knowing his partner a bit better, having server and sembled him once, and the path to his terminus was not rushed as much, perforce. He felt more himself and less a force of nature. There was a place for that kind of passion, but this was where more lasting connections were made in his estimation.

A muffled sound of affirmation acknowledged the warning, but it didn’t change much apart from Khyan’s pace. As the last pulses ebbed, Khyan drew back and wiped at his full, smiling lips.

“That was nice of you to say, at the end there…” He sat up and ran his hand through sweat soaked hair, “The bit about wanting me, not the caveat.” He clarified with a chuckle, “Though that was thoughtful, as well.” He rolled his neck, stretched his limbs and let out a groaning sigh as he laid himself out on his back, shutting his eyes.

“Would you mind fanning me with your wings? I’m feeling a bit overheated from our passion. All these years and I still expect the dark of this place to signify cooler environs than Sorokyn permits the shadows to accord us…” And the image of those majestic wings attached to so lofty a partner set to cooling him like a Servus with a palm frond seemed a fitting image to burn into his memory, before the final reckoning was at hand. It was a bold request, asking a duke to treat him like a prince, but what was the worst Rai could do in answer to the offence? Kill him a few hours sooner?

"Mmm..." Khyan hummed in satisfied relaxation, as the breeze from Raithen's wings wafted over his form. It was too decadent, and their new experiences shared had been enough to truly dismiss the dread of the day. At least for now. A few hours ago he'd never have believed he might feel so at peace with the day ahead. He wondered at what time it was, but didn't dare ask. He was more afraid of the end of their time together, just now, than he was of the end of his existence.

He smiled, wearily up at Raithen as his wings slowed and folded behind him.

"Thank you for this little fantasy tonight." Khyan said, letting out a surfeited sigh as the other man's hands kneaded at his flesh. His eyelids were drooping, now. The day- hell, the month had been wearying. Stressful days under the blazing sun of the High Court, followed by sleepless nights of heavy drinking followed by worried insomnia. This was, of course, to say nothing of the exertion he'd just undergone over the past hour or so with his schoolboy crush and vast social superior.

"So..." Dark eyes met light, "What do you think life will be like as a mercenary, now that you've resigned your commission for the Crown? Swashbuckling adventure on the high sands? Will you stay in Atraxian borders, or do you dream of traveling abroad?" Ever since Raithen's brother led a delegation to Kalzasi, and a Vastian envoy led one to Zaichaer, talk of travel to distant shores seemed less nebulous a concept. Khyan wasn't sure he, himself, would ever seek such an adventure, but he hadn't been born with wings. Raithen was designed to ramble, and he remembered hearing him speak of such aspirations when they'd been school chums.

"Adventure suits you..." Khyan mused aloud, donning a wan smile under his languid gaze. "You've got the face and form for it. The wings are just the honey on the pastry." He was glad to know that Raithen was pursuing something he really wanted to do. He hadn't realised the young man had been discontent in his prior role, but that was because they hadn't spoken much since school. Presumably, Raithen had spent the bulk of his time in the Palatine District with his distant royal relations or in the Umbrium with his nuclear family.

"No." Khyan replied firmly, and reached a soft skinned, uncalloused hand up to cup Raithen's angular jaw. He leaned up to kiss the Avialae tenderly, adoringly.

"Disappointing is the last thing you are, sweet boy." He felt like an old man speaking to Rai this way, but it was the resignation to his fate that made him thus. Raithen had a whole life to lead. He probably always would have outlived a human. Whatever additional years Khyan might have earned from his quarter-elven background, he would surely have made up for with drink and hard living. Raithen was a half elf and presumably Avialae were a longer lived race as well. But that aside, the resignation that accompanied his understanding of his doom was enough to give him an air of languor that might have been mistaken for wisdom.

"I want you to be content with your lot, and live a long, beautiful life full of love and adventure and whatever your heart desires. And I am so, so happy to have been a small part of it. And I very much hope, at least for tonight, I made you a little bit more than just... content." He winked and chuckled as he lay back.