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Phainon wouldn’t call himself a jealous person by any means–dedicating his life to Amphoreus and to the Flame Chase Journey meant he was never allowed to really keep things for himself, his destiny lay with the world and his purpose was to follow through with the Era Nova. That meant anything he wanted for himself had to be cast aside, so as not to falter in his mission.
That included his feelings for Mydei.
Phainon supposed he should have seen it coming. Mydei was far too easy a man to love. Strong, determined, and kind with an unshakable will and resolute spirit, a steadfast loyalty to anyone able to work their way into his heart–which Phainon somehow managed to do, settled snugly in first place.
Phainon liked to indulge himself with little fantasies of what could be if their fates weren’t inevitable, before he would shake his head and push it off to the side. It didn’t matter how he felt towards Mydei, and it didn’t matter how Mydei felt towards him. It couldn't matter that their feelings were reciprocated.
He could see it in his eyes when Mydei thought he wasn’t looking. The gentle fondness, the affection when Phainon fluttered around Marmoreal Market, the quiet heat when their bodies would brush against each other. Under any other circumstances, Mydei’s straight forwardness would have meant that his confession to Phainon would happen the moment he understood his feelings, but both of them held their tongues, letting their relationship simmer in the background, floating between so much more than friends and a little less than lovers.
(There were quiet ‘nights’ and shared drinks, shoulders brushing together and eyes that couldn’t help but glance down at soft lips before both of them looked away and took deep breaths, their pinkies overlapping each other and a warmth buzzing underneath their skins.)
Phainon hoped that if it couldn’t be in this life, then maybe in their next. It was a wish he clutched quietly to his chest, a small hope he had to smother as they moved forward into the unknown.
And then… and then the Era Nova came to pass. The moment Mydei and Phainon locked eyes in the Vortex of Genesis, they ran towards each other and Phainon found himself being swept up into a tight embrace, neither of them wasting any more time before exchanging desperate kisses, much to the fond and disgusted groans of the other Chrysos Heirs forced to watch their reunion.
Suddenly, Phainon was allowed to have things, to want things, to keep things for himself. He was able to have Mydei. He was able to want Mydei, and he was able to keep him—and he could bask in the fact that Mydei wanted him too.
So, Phainon wouldn’t really call himself a jealous person, but when it came to Mydei? Well, that was his man.
Like he said before, Mydei was an easy man to love and an easier man to admire–especially when it came to his Kremnoans. Phainon couldn’t begrudge them of their reverence; Mydei was quite literally their God-King, the one who slew his tyrannical father and led them into battle with victory after victory, the one named Guardian of Amphoreus, the one who fought tooth and nail for them to not be treated as second-class citizens in Okhema, and the one who forced a change on them that ensured their children would grow up without war hollowing the soft flesh of their cheeks.
Most of them held the same respect towards Phainon as well. Not only was he Mydei’s only equal, the one who wore the signet ring of the queen on his ring finger, the one who recreated their world and delivered them the dawn, and the only other person willing to fight for their rights in the beginning, he was also the one Mydei personally chose and declared he would have no other.
But there were always a few who, despite knowing their relationship and loyalty towards one another, couldn’t help but find themselves drawn to Mydei anyways. Phainon didn’t actually mind too much, he liked that Mydei was so well-loved and usually nothing would happen because they never tried to overstep, but sometimes—well sometimes, they pushed the line and that was where Phainon’s patience was touched.
Take now for instance. Phainon had been noticing a young soldier lingering around Mydei for a while now. They looked too young to have participated in the majority of the battles against the Black Tide, a plushness to their cheeks that indicated they hadn’t quite passed into adulthood yet, and a clumsy yet eager countenance to their movements as they looked at Mydei with wide admiring eyes.
They treated Phainon with genuine respect and that was how Phainon knew they meant no malice towards him—and the only reason Phainon held his tongue. The rulers of Castrum Kremnos traditionally had a main wife and numerous concubines, so Phainon assumed they were hoping Mydei would be of a similar mind. Unfortunately for them however, Mydei was staunchly monogamous and already chose his person. And just as Mydei could be driven mad at the thought of Phainon having other lovers, Phainon also couldn’t stand the idea of Mydei being intimate with someone else.
To his lover’s credit, Mydei seemed aware of this crush but never entertained it. Any attempt to touch him, whether it be a hand on his arm or trying to stand close enough to brush against him was met with Mydei subtly moving so their hand would catch empty air, so their body would falter with no one to lean against.
Mydei never accepted invitations to dine together, never accepted any gifts that could have any connotations or could spread any rumors, never even allowed jokes or the slightest insinuation that he would have anyone other than Phainon (those were the only times he became visibly angry and soon that type of banter was never brought up again).
Mydei never even allowed himself to be alone with or stand around that young man in any way that could be misunderstood by Phainon because the last thing he ever wanted was to make Phainon sad.
He didn’t have to worry though. Phainon had full confidence in Mydei’s loyalty to him and in the strength of their relationship. Still, Mydei’s thoughtful care touched Phainon deeply, and he made sure Mydei understood just how much he appreciated it.
(During a party the Kremnoans throw, Phainon indulges in a little pomegranate wine, enough to get his limbs loose as he slips onto Mydei’s lap, pulling up his favorite thin silken chiton just the slightest bit and lazily rolling his bare cunt over Mydei’s clothed cock until his crotch is darkened by slick. Once he gets Mydei sufficiently teased and breathing hard, he unbuckles Mydei’s pants and tugs his cock out, spitting on it from above and smearing the liquid all over the shaft and head, pressing a nail into the opening of his dick until Mydei grunts, precum dribbling out.
He lifts his hips up a little, Mydei helping steady him by grabbing his waist with his hands as Phainon lowers himself down, both of them moaning in unison as Mydei feels himself sinking into tight wet heat and Phainon feels his cunt being stretched open by a searing hot cock.
He rides Mydei slowly, rising up until just the tip is inside before letting gravity drop him down with a harsh wet slap, over and over again until Mydei fills him with seed and then they keep going, Mydei keeping him pinned down as he drags Phainon back and forth, the head of his cock teasing at the opening of Phainon’s cervix until it welcomes him in, slipping in with a wet pop and Phainon soaking his pants in slick, tongue rolling out and getting nibbled on by Mydei.
The Kremnoans let out wild cheers at their amorous display and take inspiration from it, pleasure and wine flowing freely between them, groups forming and mixing together, gasps and sighs filling the air, all the while Mydei and Phainon are left to themselves, lost in their own world and indulging in each other even as the sun rises and everyone else has fallen asleep in a wet mess and sweat scents the air. Mydei has Phainon pinned to the floor in a mating press, his red cloak covering the ground as he thrusts into him with brutal slaps of his hips, cum frothing where Phainon is spread out, mixtures of their releases spurting out every time Mydei sinks into him and grinds down.
Time blurs for Phainon and the next time he blinks awake, he’s soaking in a warm bath cradled against Mydei’s chest, his body cleaned and sore muscles massaged.)
And to be honest, all Phainon really saw was a kid with a crush. While he wasn’t exactly pleased with the boy’s attempts at seducing Mydei, he also didn’t really see him as a threat. Phainon wasn’t unfamiliar with crushes on an older man—in his village, there had been a farmer with white peppering his hair, a strong physique from working on his land and kind eyes set in a sharp face with gentle calloused hands who entertained Phainon’s yammering mouth and constant presence in his fields, who ruffled his hair and gave him the sweetest grapes—and who was also his first heartbreak, when he ended up marrying a woman in their village. And Phainon wasn’t ashamed to admit that his crush hadn’t completely disappeared even with that, though he had backed off substantially out of respect. And he was also aware that nothing would have happened, because the man was near his father’s age and Phainon hadn’t even passed fourteen cycles yet.
So while Phainon did feel a bit of sympathy for an unrequited love and he didn’t completely mind this innocent crush, he still felt the need to stake his claim on Mydei.
He’s walking through Marmoreal Market in the tiniest little Kremnoan red dress he knows Mydei goes crazy for him in, slitted up his thighs and thin enough that the sun shines his silhouette and trim waist through, when he spots said lover standing with a small group of his people, two older warriors and the young man surrounding him. They seem to just be chatting, their faces relaxed and hands waving around while Mydei listens quietly, his arms crossed and golden eyes calm. Phainon smiles and starts walking towards them, holding a finger up to his lips when his eyes meet one of the older warriors, and just as he’s inches away from Mydei, about to jump at him, his lover swiftly turns around on his heel and draws him into a tight embrace, a smile on his face as Phainon pouts at him in complaint—but then he hears Mydei’s hitched breath, sees his dilated eyes, feels his arms tightening around his body and has to hold back a smug little smirk while Mydei’s cock steadily presses into his abdomen.
“Hello, beloved.” Mydei says after a weighted pause, his tone a low purr as he tilts his head towards Phainon. Phainon playfully grumbles a bit but reaches up to tug on his braid as he presses a soft kiss to Mydei’s lips. He makes sure to sink his full weight onto his lover, his free arm curling around Mydei’s neck and playing with his gold necklace, nuzzling their noses together while pressing the plushness of his chest against Mydei. He feels a hand creep down to grab his barely clothed ass and bites back a laugh. Titans, Phainon loves how into him Mydei is, truly nothing feels better than knowing how equal their love for each other is—in every way.
“Let me steal you away for a bit?” Phainon asks, twirling Mydei's hair between his fingers, a little mischievous uptick on the corners of his mouth that Mydei smirks at, his golden eyes already molten in anticipation. He pitches his voice up just above a whisper, and he knows the Kremnoans’ heightened senses will catch his words. The two older warriors chuckle, already used to Phainon coming along to sweetly distract Mydei whenever he felt willful and demanding of his attention, but the younger one fidgets a little, shifting from one foot to the other as he glances between the two of them. There’s a slightly longing look in his eyes that would almost make Phainon feel bad for him if the man he was going for wasn’t Phainon’s man.
Phainon’s eyes flicker back to Mydei when he feels his lover lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, slow and lingering and full of promise. “All my time is rightfully yours.” Mydei murmurs into his skin, and Phainon can feel his cheeks flush a light gold, somehow still feeling shy even though Mydei has never hidden his affections and attraction.
An amused laugh interrupts them and Phainon looks over to see one of the older warriors looking at them, a fond smile on her face. “We’ll find you another time, Your Majesty.” She says, her back bending into a small bow as she nudges the warrior next to her, who follows suit.
“Enjoy your time with the Princess.” He says, a cheeky smirk on his face as he dodged a swipe to his side, dancing out of his peer’s reach as they take off together.
Phainon looks over to the last of the group, but before he can say a word, the young man bows deeply to him and mumbles out something he can’t quite make out before darting away, leaving the two of them alone. Mydei huffs a small laugh against Phainon’s skin. “Naughty little thing.” He says, a helplessly fond look in his eyes.
Phainon blinks up at him, all doe-eyed and innocent. “But you’re mine.” Phainon knows Mydei really likes it when he gets possessive, he’s one of the few things Phainon will let himself be selfish about, and it’s the easiest way to boss Mydei around when he gets all soft and pleased with how mulish Phainon can get about it. Even now, as Phainon leads Mydei to one of the more secluded training grounds, Mydei is still looking at him with satisfied eyes, a small smile on his face that just won’t fade, completely blind to anything that isn’t his lover in that obscene barely-a-dress dress he adores seeing Phainon wear so much—like the quiet footsteps trailing behind them. Phainon’s eyes flicker over Mydei’s shoulder and he sees a flash of fabric ducking behind a large pillar.
Phainon hides a small smile in the curve of Mydei’s mouth as he presses himself into the trunk of a tree, feeling the harsh bumps of bark and the stiffness of the wood unyielding against his back as Mydei sinks into him, his hands kneading Phainon’s hips and teeth nipping at his lips. He can already feel warmth curling in his abdomen, doing something so shameless out in the open always makes him feel like he’s breaking the rules, the immorality of it all only heightened by how equally eager Mydei is to get his hands all over Phainon.
He makes a show of it—moaning loudly, pitching his voice sweet and lewd while hands slip underneath the hem of his dress, pressing fingers into the plushness of his inner thighs and wetting themselves in the slick steadily dripping out of him, playing with his cunt while their owner lavishes kisses and bites on Phainon’s bare neck.
“My gorgeous betrothed, wearing his pretty little dress he knows I like so much.” Mydei whispers into his skin, hoisting Phainon up by his thighs and tugging his legs around his waist until Phainon locks them behind his back. “Pressing his pretty tits against me—” Mydei purrs, one of his hands dragging up to grab a palmful of plush flesh and squeezing harshly, and Phainon lets out a shuddering moan, his cheeks flushing gold and breathing unsteady, “—leaking his sweet little cunt all over me—” Mydei’s free hand slaps Phainon’s wet pussy from below and he jolts at the stinging pleasure pulsing from his bloomed folds, the wet sounds of water splattering echoing in the quiet training grounds.
“Mydei!” Phainon whines, tears beading the corners of his eyes as he tries to press his hips down where he knows Mydei’s trousers are tented, but his tease of a betrothed breathes a laugh against his lips, rubbing his slick-ridden fingers around the seam of his cunt, barely dipping in before pulling away completely.
“Patience, beloved.” Phainon tries to hold himself still, but there’s the sound of metal unclasping and he can’t help how his body instinctively reacts—when he knows the pleasure that follows that sound—and he starts squirming again, a bitten keen leaving his throat when a rough palm strikes his ass, the slap loud and vulgar and stinging in a way Phainon knows will have him sitting more carefully tomorrow, but he’s been aching for this since Mydei took him in their bed all languid and sweet and slow and if Mydei doesn’t get inside him now, damn whoever’s watching them—
A whimpering moan trills out of him when he finally feels the fat head of Mydei’s cock pressing into him, prying his cunt open and sinking into familiar warmth, every vein pressing sweetly against his walls, the girthy length stretching him out to a pleasurable ache—and Phainon’s mouth drops open, head tilted back against the tree trunk and eyes fluttering shut. Nothing in the world will ever feel better than this, and it’s all Mydei’s fault Phainon is like this…!
“Needy boy, you had me this morning and you’re already hungry for more?” Mydei purrs, leaning in to lick a long strip up from Phainon’s jaw to the curve of his cheek. “Desperate little thing.” He hikes Phainon’s legs up more and Phainon slides down the tree, his cunt pressing flush against Mydei’s groin.
Phainon throws his head back and lets out a wanton moan, but he can’t stop the spark of mischief that lights up in him, his mouth spreading into a imperceptible smirk as he pants out the one thing he knows will set his lover off, “Mydei, you did this to me, so you can’t make me feel lonely, okay? Or else I’ll have to find someone else—” He feels the air go completely still—before electricity scatters over his skin and strikes the ground around them, scorching marks into the dirt but remaining ever-so careful with him, and he only has a second to feel smug at getting one over Mydei before he lets out a sharp cry as Mydei slams him further into the tree trunk, smothering him underneath his body, his cock digging deeper into his cunt until Phainon is whimpering at the sudden stretch, his womb throbbing in need.
“You will have no one but me.” Mydei hisses out, his tattoos pulsing vibrant red in rage, his golden eyes narrowed and blazing in jealousy. And at the sight of what would send more than most men fleeing, Phainon only smirks wider in challenge, provoking and tempting.
“Prove it to me,” Phainon cajoles him, his wet voice thick with desire and enticing. “Prove to me that I’ll only ever need you—” His voice cuts off as Mydei’s hand curls around his throat, closing down with gradual pressure. He wheezes, seizing on the cock prying him open, violating him with increasingly harsher slams of strong hips, slick splattering out of his cunt with every pull and push.
“If you ever even think about taking another man into your cunt,” Mydei leans over to snarl into his ear, “I’ll rip him apart. I’ll fuck the feeling of anyone else out of you.” Hot breath pours over his skin and Phainon lets out a broken moan, his eyes rolling up as pain starts flickering from his swollen pussy. Mydei is so unforgiving, so angry, the air shimmering with the heat of his fury. His lover is always so gentle and doting, to the point where only one thing can turn him into a near mindless beast: the thought of losing Phainon to another man.
It makes him almost unrecognizable, the veins pulsing in his neck and the animalistic rage seeping from every pore. Phainon knows Mydei sincerely meant it when he once said he would rather feast on Phainon’s flesh and blood, consume him whole, than see him wrapped around another, to look at a man that wasn’t him with melting eyes, to open his body to a cock that wasn’t his.
And Phainon loves it. Mydei is a man of restraint, of careful control. It took forever for Phainon to convince his lover to get rough during lovemaking, to take his pleasure from Phainon’s body even if he trembled with oversensitivity—and the loss of his ironclad composure is breathtaking, literally. Phainon wheezes as black dots his vision, his body fighting to take breath from the tight grip around his throat as he’s jostled up and down Mydei’s thick cock.
He claws at the arm holding him hostage and Mydei growls, fucking harder and harder until Phainon almost can’t take it anymore, his vision flickering in and out, and right when Phainon thinks he really might pass out on Mydei’s cock—cool, refreshing air is sucked back into his lungs, and Phainon gasps deeply, his back arching when Mydei’s body fully smothers him against the tree and he feels Mydei’s cock burrow deeply into his core, forcing him open without care and violently spurting hot, virile, thick cum into his womb—Phainon’s legs thrash and he lets out a broken wail as pleasure crashes through him, a ringing in his ears as he pulses around his lover, shaking and squirting where he's connected to Mydei.
Heavy panting fills the air as both of them pause, their limbs trembling from the force of their combined orgasms. Phainon can feel an ache in his hips that he knows from experience will only get worse the next day and weakly pushes at Mydei’s shoulders, who starts gently setting him down, his softened cock popping out with a wet noise, catching Phainon by the waist when he almost crumples to his knees. Phainon moans softly at the hot gush of cum spilling out of his cunt and puddling thickly on the ground below him.
Mydei tugs Phainon’s dress over his pussy, uselessly since the cloth was soaked in their releases and didn’t hide the very noticeable white trails dripping down his thighs, but Phainon can barely bring himself to care, wrapping his arms around Mydei’s neck and kissing him, exchanging deep lazy kisses as they come down from their highs.
By the time Phainon feels human again, his face is still flushed, his eyes still too sweet, and an air of being freshly seeded caresses his body, his movements seeped with seduction and lust clinging to his pink lips. Mydei takes one look at him and unclasps his red cloak, wrapping Phainon up tightly and sweeping him into a bridal hug. “Place yourself in my neck.” He demands, waiting until Phainon does so before walking out of the tree’s shadow. “I will have no one see your lewd face.”
Phainon knows the young man has already disappeared when he doesn’t hear Mydei confront him as they pass the pillar, and he smiles a little smugly to himself, all the way back to their private room where he’s pampered and doted on until they go to bed together again.
—
Eventually Mydei puts his foot down. One day, when he’s surrounded by his men and the young man makes another attempt to flirt with him, Mydei simply looks him straight in the eyes and says, “Restrain yourself. I have entertained this long enough. Your disrespect towards Phainon and his position as the sole existence in my heart will no longer be tolerated. Cease your actions or you will find your presence no longer welcome around me.”
The flat tone and the admonishing looks from older soldiers has the young man flushing in shame before he stutters out a quiet apology and bows, fleeing from the grounds.
Mydei sighs, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. “I’m surprised you allowed it to go on as long as it did, sire.” One of the older warriors says to him, an amused grin on his lips.
Mydei shrugs helplessly. “My Phainon would get upset if I was harsh towards someone so young since he ‘understands what it’s like to crush on an older man’. I hoped he would understand my rebuffs and the fact that I have never allowed another into my bed since Phainon entered my life, but his feelings blinded him and he never came to the realization on his own.”
The matter is quickly pushed out of their minds and they resume their discussion until one of them looks over his shoulder and smiles, cupping his hands around his mouth as he calls out, “Welcome, Princess!”
Mydei turns around and sees a vision of beauty walking into the sparring grounds. Phainon is wearing another new outfit Aglaea has taken to sewing for him, a flowy thin white and blue dress with golden trimmings ending at the middle of his pale thighs and slitted on the sides, draped delicately over his body as he walks over, a pretty smile playing on his lips. Mydei reaches out, wrapping an arm around a trim waist and pulling Phainon into his side, his heart settling as his betrothed melts against him. Phainon tilts his head up to nuzzle his nose against Mydei’s jaw and Mydei kisses him gently in return.
“What are you guys talking about?” Phainon asks, blinking his baby blues at the Kremnoans. His snow-driven hair is slightly ruffled, blades of grass tangled in the strands, and as Mydei gently brushes them away he can’t help but to lean in and breathe in Phainon’s scent. He smells like sunshine, as always, but also like he’s been rolling around in grass and the sweet scent of… biscuits? Mydei sighs with a smile. He’s told Phainon before not to let the Chimeras in the Garden of Life eat the snacks Mydei bakes for them on top of his head, but his betrothed is so often weak to the wide, shimmering eyes of clingy tiny creatures, and Mydei can already picture dozens of Chimeras crawling all over Phainon as he tries to feed every single one of them. How cute. Mydei wishes he could have been there to see it.
A cough of laughter brings him back to the present, and when Mydei pulls back from where he’s buried his nose in Phainon’s hair, there’s a truly shit-eating grin on one of his warrior’s face and Mydei can only laugh at how much of Phainon’s mischievousness seems to have rubbed off on an alarming amount of his people as they answer, “Oh, nothing new, Princess—only how His Majesty is completely at your mercy!”
Phainon’s mouth trembles in a barely bitten back laugh and all Mydei does is sigh fondly, forever beholden to Phainon’s happiness. His betrothed lets out an arrogant little heh! and Mydei bites his cheek, leaving a small imprint on his plush flesh. “Absolutely spoiled rotten.” Mydei presses his smile into Phainon’s mouth when he turns to huff at him and Phainon hums gleefully in return.
“And just who spoiled me oh-so rotten?” Phainon asks, one eyebrow raised in question, and warmth curls up in Mydei’s chest. It took slow and careful tending to grow Phainon into the confident, selfish little thing he is today, and Mydei will eternally regard it as his greatest achievement.
“I did.” He answers proudly, bringing Phainon’s left hand up and pressing a kiss to the signet ring rightfully and snugly cradled on Phainon’s pretty finger. “Your husband did.” He watches a pretty flush crawl on Phainon’s cheek and makes a mental note to hurry Krateros on their wedding plans, damn the lengthy waiting period for a ‘prosperous’ season.
He and Phainon will be wed at the end of the month to officially grant him title of ‘Queen’ or so-help their combined divinity…