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“Take it off.”
Flins, pinned to the sofa between muscled and scarred arms (and therefore exactly where he wanted to be, at all times if possible) ran a gloved hand lightly over the myriad buckles and ornaments and layers in which he was clad, shedding them like a smile – no more corporeal than the human skin he wore.
Illuga, kneeling over him still near-fully clothed, scrutinised the fresh expanse of pale unblemished skin in a manner, though he knew it not, reminiscent of the old fae nobles when appraising their latest addition to the kennels. Fixed in place by his young master’s gaze, Flins felt the burn of those fire-and-steel eyes like a brand as they raked across his body, wished desperately to be granted the sublime pleasure of falling into their depths. He had long discarded the pretence of breathing, mind wholly devoted to consuming every scrap of his beloved’s overflowing desire. He ached to reach out and touch-
He gasped as proprietary hands grazed over his torso, blunt nails dragging over fabricated muscles, igniting fabricated nerves, leaving too-impermanent red lines in their wake. Yellow eyes shuttered minutely in their ecstasy, were dragged mercilessly by their owner back to the present: not to miss a second of the radiant light. He restrained the frantic urge to arch into the scorching touch (to pull it deeper, deep enough to draw too-ephemeral blood, deep enough to burn to the core of him), the fabric of the sofa excruciating against his human skin – it wasn’t right, it wasn’t Illuga – Illuga-
He became aware that his mouth had fallen open when resolute and unyielding hands slid up his fragile human neck, tilting Flins’ head back into an equally resolute and unyielding kiss. So resolute and unyielding, in fact, that when his young master finally drew away panting, and the fae keened at the loss, Flins realised that the wanton moans which had been filling the air had been emanating from himself. He had half-raised a hand towards the glorious sun shining above him, when the sun licked his lips, spoke, expression ravenous.
“Very nice. Take it all off.”
Flins’ jaw slackened as he inhaled unevenly; no matter how many times- he would always be shocked that this was a part of him which his young master could tolerate – a part of him which, if indications were to be believed, his young master desired. Flins could believe that he was… something other than he was, under the firm and gentle touch of his light: his light who had never, somehow, looked at him askance, who had greeted the revelation that Flins was quite literally aflame with a smile brighter than the stars and sharper than a honed blade. With strong calloused hands eager to touch, and protect, and… and do other things.
His young master has such lovely hands.
Flins complied with his wishes, of course: obeying orders was the first badge of a tamed creature. And by all the gods, did Flins want so fervently to be tamed.
The final covering brushed away, there was now only a grinning blue fire, vaguely human-sized, in the space where Flins the ratnik had once sat. Illuga’s matching grin could have given Flins’ a run for its money.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
The young captain pounced on him like a starving man, sinking deep into the flames as they stretched and expanded, welcoming him into their embrace – two souls entwined in one body, a helix of blue and gold spiralling up towards the moon.