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Praise came easily to a fae like Flins. After having lived with humanity for so long, he could tell them exactly what they wanted to hear. Listen to them praise him for his excellent skills in flattery and communication.
Being mischievous is in a fae's nature, so while he wanted to play around with people before, none of them left an impression enough on him to carry out anything. What fun would teasing be if he didn't get the expected reaction? That is, until he got assigned to Captain Illuga. Headstrong, kind, persistent Captain Illuga. The precious son of Nikita, leader of the Lightkeepers.
When they first met, Flins was taken by the determined look on the young Ratnik's face. Really. Sometimes he feels that the spark in Illuga's eyes could rival even the moon. Shining brighter with the warmth and kindness he is known for, not unseen but definitely not shown in this much intensity among all the Ratnik Flins had met.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Ah, it's finally time. Flins’s musing has certainly made him lose track. "I was expecting you, Young master," he greeted the young Ratnik with his usual charm and smile. Illuga's brows shot up. "That's certainly an unexpected welcome," He smiled brightly, eyes twinkling with mirth.
Depositing the supplies he brought to the table, he took off his coat. Fanning himself, "It feels like the weather is getting warmer nowadays," and whatever else he said became static. Flins doesn't even breathe, yet he could feel something hitch in his chest.
His young master was battle-hardened and had a thin layer of muscles. Currently, the jacket he always wears has been shrugged off, giving Flins an ample view of the pinkened round shoulders. Illuga's cheeks were lightly flushed as if he had run all over Nod Krai before reaching Flins's abode.
He mechanically poured some water into a glass and gave it to Illuga, for which, as always, he received a sweet smile and sighed out gratitude. Meanwhile, Flins took the time to take him in as much as he could, burn this vision into memory. A drop of water escaped from Illuga's mouth and trickled down his throat and into his sweater. Flins unconsciously licked his lips.
Putting the glass down on the table, Illuga flopped down on the couch, relaxing fully. He should know better than to relax at someone's house who he suspects is definitely not human. Somehow, the thought of Illuga knowing he is fae and still willing to be vulnerable sends a shot of desire and longing through his body.
Illuga got up and put the documents he brought into Flins's hand. "These are the ones which need to be written, and didn't you go to a fight a few days back? You need to report that too." Flins nodded. Illuga is close. Too close. Usually, they have this proximity when Flins is telling Illuga another story and the latter is in the mood to cuddle with him "to keep himself warm" even though he knows Flins’s body runs chillier than normal people. Flins didn't call out his lie, just held him closer, arm going around Illuga's waist to keep the man in place.
"So," Illuga started, " When will you continue your previous story? I am really curious to know this mysterious nobleman's next adventure."
Flins brought up a hand to his mouth to hide his smile. "As you wish, Young Master." Turning a deaf ear to his cute Young Master's indignant cries to not call him that, he kept the documents on the table and swiftly moved the couch closer to the fireplace. He had moved it back yesterday while searching for a gem that seemed to have rolled down while he was examining another.
As soon as Flins sat down, Illuga nuzzled up to him, like a cat seeking affection. Flins's hand went to his waist and pulled him closer, a thumb stroking up and down. My possession, his mind whispered, as he started the tale.
A few days later, around noon, Flins returned from a wild hunt mission, just as he was about to take off his coat and check if he had any injuries, someone knocked furiously on his door. A bit puzzled, he opened it to a very frazzled Illuga. He was breathing heavily, eyes wide and scared. He looked Flins over repeatedly before putting a hand to his chest and sighing so heavily that it almost knocked him over.
Flins immediately grabbed his forearm and pulled him inside. The door closed with a click.
Illuga sat down on the chair, elbows on his knees as he took a moment to catch his breath. He refused to look at Flins. "I thought something drastic happened to you. I am sorry for the panic."
"Don't apologize, Young Master. Rest assured, nothing happened to me." A beat or two passed. No reply came. Not even a protest at the use of Young Master.
Flins looked at Illuga to see his shoulders shaking. Worried, he immediately leaned down in front of him and raised his face. Tears were dropping from his eyes, mouth pursed so as not let out any sound, cheeks reddened with emotions. What a beautiful sight, was Flins’s initial thought, truly a gem which could shine like no other.
Flins took Illuga's hands in his, the difference in size making him feel things which he couldn't put a name to. "I- I thought something happened to you," Illuga whispered, his voice barely audible through his sobs. He wiped his eyes once. Another stream of tears started. "I saw the number of Ratniks injured and I just couldn't-"
Flins brought Illuga's hands to his lips. "Illuga, dear Illuga, I am as fit as any other day. The mission was more risky than the others, I admit, but have some more faith in me." Afterall I can never bear to do something or let something happen to me that could genuinely distress you, went unsaid but vibrated in the space between them.
"Just promise me to come back safe, and even if you are injured, do not hide it. Not from me," Illuga's voice stuck between pleading and demanding.
Flins raised his head and smiled. A genuine smile after a long, long time. "For you, Young Master, how could I refuse?"
Illuga's previously chilly fingers have warmed up. He brought up a hand to his mouth and coughed. Standing up abruptly, he announced, "I have to go back now." Flins watched him, still kneeling in front of the chair.
Just as he opened the door, Illuga sensed a huge presence behind him. Pale fingers encircled his hand and closed the door. "W-what?" He stuttered. Illuga thought Flins was up to his usual no good, teasing him, but this felt different. Something far more intense and -he gulped- dangerous.
"Young Master," a chilly breath fell against his ear, reddening it up at the close proximity, "Can you promise not to show that face to anyone else?" A cold hand pulled his jacket away and the sweater down to give way to soft skin, a light nibble before the mouth moved to his neck, putting hickeys which Illuga was sure he would get either teased or reprimanded for if someone caught sight of them.
Flins continued, "Right, darling? This is all for me, right?" Hands roamed all over his torso, back, coming dangerously close to his crotch and ass, and sometimes (very) deliberately flicking the nipples over the sweater.
What face, he wanted to retort, before he shamefully realized he was crying in front of Flins just a few moments back. Face reddening up again, he curled his hands into fists and pushed against Flins's chest. "What is that even supposed to mean..." Flins was gazing at him intensely. A predator eyeing a prey. Then his lips curled into a smirk as he nuzzled against Illuga's hand, not once breaking eye contact. Taking the ring finger in his mouth, he bit it, hard enough that a small bloody circle formed. Flins licked the blood clean like a man starved.
Illuga's face could be compared to a tomato in how red he was. He sighed. He wanted to submit himself so badly, but he knew this was not the right time. Reluctantly extracting himself away from the taller man, he quickly pulled Flins down by the collar, giving him a sweet, short kiss, a promise for more. Then pulled him even more down. A whisper against his ear, "Wait for me tonight."
Then, Illuga pulled away and started walking towards the boat, not once looking back, knowing he would give in to his desire if he did. Had he looked back, he would have seen the almost feral grin on the fae's eyes following his figure until it disappeared.