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A private island in the Cieldalaes… Twas a strange reward for saving the star, but Icarus had welcomed it. It had given him something to do whilst recovering from his voyage to the edge of existence, and now it is giving Zenos somewhere to stay while he too recovers.
Still not recovered enough to be given the all clear by Old Sharlayan's chirurgeons, Zenos had resigned himself to watching Icarus train. Even though he would have much rather had a blade in his hand, sparring with his friend, though even in his disappointment he found himself entranced by every hit Icarus landed on the striking dummy before him. The precision of each slash, every intricate movement made to cause as much damage as possible.
He had never had the chance to really observe how his friend fought in detail. Of course, they had sparred before, the memory of fighting one another in Ala Mhigo made his heart beat out of turn every time. He had hoped to fight him reaper versus reaper, though the plans for their climactic battle at the edge of everything were interrupted by Icarus' transformation into a sin eater and, whilst a new beast to temper his blade, it did not sate his curiosity. Even the months spent prisoner in Icarus' mind was not enough.
While Zenos' mind wandered, his gaze unwittingly drifted to his friend's shirtless figure. There were many things to admire about Icarus' body, he was well built for someone who had only recently chosen a more physical method of combat, and the way his stark white scales had formed around his musculature and that trailed down to a tail no different than an Au Ra's would make one think that he had them since birth, as opposed to being one of the many side effects of his primordial light poisoning. In a way, they were yet another story unto themselves, no more different than the gilded scars that covered his body.
He had come to envy his friend's scars, not for their colouration but for how he had come to bear them — and he, too, had come to resent the light poisoning for ridding Icarus of the memories of the battles that caused them. Fortunately, Zenos' favourite scars of his were tales that could still be told, that of the two scars tracing the underside of Icarus' pecs. Self inflicted, or so he was told, an attempt to reclaim the masculinity that he had been denied in his adolescence, almost at the cost of his life.
It had worked just as intended, most would not know that Icarus had been born a woman, yet he still wishes that he had removed his breasts in a much neater fashion. He was young and inexperienced, going somewhat mad, and not to mention the ill-sharpened blade he used at the time, the scars that formed since were "unsightly" to him. To Zenos, though, they were damn near perfection. Just imagining the initial sting of the blade breaking his skin, the burn of it gouging deeper into his flesh, letting the warmth spill downwards as he brings the knife ever closer to his heart… Oh, the thought was tempting him to reach for a blade and rend his own chest asunder!
Zenos' train of thought was promptly derailed by the cracking of wood, and Icarus muttering curses under his breath. He looked up to find his friend's scythe firmly lodged in the striking dummy, and the scythe's wielder struggling to free it.
"Perhaps if you bothered sharpening your blade more often you would find that your training sessions weren't interrupted."
"Ngh… Fuck off, Zenos." Icarus grumbled in response to his taunts, before giving up entirely on dislodging his weapon, catching his breath. "Only reason I can't get my shit out is because my hands are too fuckin' sweaty…"
Zenos chuckled lightly, even though they no longer were trying to be each other's enemies he still found fleeting joy in playful jabs towards his friend. "Hm… Don't tell me the champion of this star is unable to merely remove a weapon from a mere hunk of wood." He stood up from the shaded spot he had been watching Icarus from and started meandering over to him.
"Yeah, yeah, if you weren't still injured I would've wiped that shit eatin' grin off your face by now." Icarus stretched his shoulders, letting the impressive gold and white wings on his back stretch to their full length, before returning folded by his back. "Also, do you have to stare at me so intently while I train?"
"'Tis not as though I can do much else."
"…Right, but must you stare at my tits specifically?"
"I was merely lost in thought, your chest just happened to be in the way." Zenos lent down to place his head on top of his friend's, wrapping his arms loosely around the Viera's neck. Both men had a habit of cuddling with the intent to annoy the other, and Icarus flicking his rabbit ears onto the side of Zenos' face were enough proof that he was getting the desired result out of him. "Though… There was something that I wished to discuss with you."
"…About my tits?"
"No? …Well, not specifically yours but…"
Icarus scoffed teasingly, tilting his head sharply to poke at Zenos' cheek with the golden antlers atop his head, causing him to flinch back slightly. "Fuckin' weirdo," he lifted his companion's arms up off of him and turned to face him with a smirk. "We can discuss whatever it is you want when we get back."
"Hm, leaving unarmed?" Zenos teased, not done taunting his friend.
"Not like it's goin' anywhere. Also what the fuck are you gonna do, annoy me to death?"
"I might."
"…Are you sure this is what you want?" Icarus asked, knowing full well the answer. If anything he was asking himself this, though he didn't want to waste the hours spent holed up in the Studium researching anatomy and such. That, and the room was already prepared for such a butchering.
Zenos grumbled impatiently, "Must you stall any longer?", he was sat on the bed nearby, gripping the edge of it in anticipation.
"Impatient little-" He gave the dagger in his hands one last inspection, deciding it was plenty sharp enough for what was to come. "…Get off the bed, it'll make it easier for-"
"Afraid of staining the sheets, hero?"
"No, your radiance, having you on the floor will make it easier for me to do this correctly."
Zenos sighed and got up, "Your obsession with getting everything "right" is grating, do not tell me you're afraid of-", he was interrupted by Icarus kicking him in the guts. Hard. Forced down by the initial hit, there was but a brief struggle for dominance before Icarus was on top of him, straddling his lap while his blade was placed tantalisingly close to his neck.
"Afraid of what, Zenos?" He did not wait for an answer before pinning his enshrouded arm down with his wing, placing the other on the floor for stability. He traced the blade from his neck and down his chest, watching his breath hitch in response. "Now, hold still, I don't wanna puncture a lung or anything." He let the blade break the skin underneath Zenos' breast, increasing the pressure slowly, eliciting a delightful hiss from him.
Zenos instinctively grabbed his friend's thigh with his free hand, "G-Go deeper…", he demanded between heavy breaths.
"Oh I will, don't worry." Icarus examined the first incision. The blood made it difficult to tell depth, but it appeared that he had only just hit the muscle. "I just want to see how deep I can get first." He pushed the blade deeper, at the same time did Zenos dig his fingers deeper into his thigh, which was not helping Icarus focus.
"Oi, you'll break my leg if you keep gripping it that hard!"
"You'd want that, wouldn't you." Zenos replied through gritted teeth, trying his hardest not to vocalise the pure pleasure he was experiencing from this.
"Not so soon, boy." He began to slice outwards, twisting the blade to meet the contour of his chest. "We've only just begun!"
Zenos' breaths quickened, his blood spilling out on to the floor. Before he knew it Icarus had gone to the edge of his breast, pulling the blade out to examine the wound. A clean cut, perfect.
"Nghhh… M-my friend…"
"Just making sure I did a good job." Icarus hummed, looking up to meet Zenos' eyes. "…You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Shut the f-" Zenos stopped himself, regaining his composure before committing a sin as great as swearing in front of the person actively stabbing him. "F-forgive me, I hadn't anticipated this to feel so…"
"Aww, afraid to say "fuck" in front of me still?" Icarus taunted as he moved to heal the chest wound, only to be stopped by his friend grabbing his wrist.
"Wait, let it bleed for a while longer…" Watching Icarus smirk and move his hand away while his tail flicked, he continued. "And it's not fear that compels me, I still have appearances to keep u-hhaaahh… s-shit…" Zenos was swiftly interrupted by his friend plunging the blade under his thus uninjured breast.
"And what appearances would those be, Viator?" Icarus didn't bother waiting for an answer before pinning his other arm down, releasing his enshrouded arm. "The few people that know you're even alive know you're a piece of shit so who the fuck are you trying to prove yourself to?" He returned to slicing.
"Hh-heh… Where was this in Ala Mhigo?" Zenos lifted his hand up to Icarus' waist, letting his clawed fingers brush up his spine. Another movement of the blade causing him to dig his claws in, his friend flinching in response.
"F-fucks sake, Zenos, I'd rather you didn't disembowel me while I do this."
He hummed and traced his fingers down back to Icarus' thigh, "Is it not strange to be the only one here not getting gored? Humour me and bleed." Letting his claws sink deeper, and deeper. Breaking the skin, letting the crimson slowly leak out as his friend hissed.
"Ngh, little fucker." Icarus had already been getting worked up over the course of the night, and this only made it worse. Hells, if he wasn't maiming the man who was getting him so aroused he would have fucked him silly by now. But alas, he still had to finish the job at hand. "Once I'm done with you I swear…"
"You'll do what, hero?" Zenos tilted his friend's head up, their eyes meeting once more. Icarus paused for a moment to think, before grumbling in mild frustration.
"You… make it really hard to think of threats, you know that?"
"Heh, how so?" Zenos moved Icarus' green locks out of his face, staining them red along with his face.
"Well it's not like I can threaten you with violence now can I?"
"Hm, perhaps you need to think of some better threats." Tracing his claws down his neck, down his chest and towards the very same scars being gouged into himself. As Icarus continued he could feel a somewhat familiar tension within himself, trying to move his hips to at least stall it from further building. Unfortunately having someone straddling his lap made this near impossible.
"Stop squirming, I'm almost done." Icarus could feel Zenos' cock throbbing underneath him, and all he could do now was pray he holds on for just a little longer. He wanted to toy with him, his desperation, the thought of anyone begging for release was arousing enough, but having him begging for it was so perfect.
He reached the end of the breast and slowly pulled the blade out, another perfect cut. He leaned back to observe his work, and observe the man under him. Every shaky breath, the desperation and frustration in his eyes. Smirking, he placed the tip of his blade under the Garlean's chin and tipped it upwards, the tiniest of whimpers escaping his lips.
"Zenos~"
"M-my friend, I'm… Haahh- I'm so close..." He stammered out with heavy breaths, looking up at the Viera above him.
"Say my name when you beg."
"Must you… torment me further…?"
"Say it."
"F-fuck, Icarus… Please…" Zenos whispered out. His mind raced with all the emotions that he never thought he would feel for another, let alone another man.
"Good boy." Smirking, Icarus grabbed the waist of the man beneath him and started rolling his hips, grinding against his erection while trying not to work himself up too much. He still had plans for him, after all. Panting now, Zenos grabbed at his thighs once more, closing his eyes so he could focus solely on his incoming release. His grip tightened as he reached his climax, letting his seed spill out with soft moans.
Watching his friend start to relax, Icarus stopped his grinding and sighed, "Damn, I wanted to toy with you more…" His tail swished as he began to heal the wounds he created. "…You feelin' OK? Still have enough blood in you?"
Breathing heavily and still dazed from the influx of emotions that came when he did, Zenos tried to find the words to answer the man above him. The phrase "I love you" was not the one that he expected nor wanted to slip out. Not yet at least. Snapping back to reality he muttered out a quick "I'm fine" after that, Icarus responding with a smirk.
"Didn't think you'd admit that so soon~" He hummed out, watching Zenos avert his eyes out of mild embarrassment. Giggling, he turned his face back towards his and leaned in close, "I'm not done with you, by the way, I just don't want you to bleed out while I'm-mmphhh~"
Zenos had forced his head down to meet his lips, Icarus pulling away to let out a few words of protest before being pushed down again. He grumbled as he resigned himself to healing wounds with another man's tongue in his mouth, using one hand to do just that whilst the other ran through the blonde man's bloodstained hair. Meanwhile Zenos' hands had already reached his ass, trying desperately to remove his smallclothes, one way or another. He had to be inside him, and he cared not for what stood in his way.
Icarus felt the aether channelled through his hand into the wound fizzle out, he traced over the scar before grabbing and squeezing the breast above it like it was the only chance he could ever get to do so. He never thought he would, truthfully, between Zenos being the crown prince of Garlemald or dead or otherwise unavailable there wasn't much opportunity. Yet here they both were, and he was reviling in it.
In any case, Zenos was clearly enjoying getting his tit grabbed like that, and Icarus was trying to figure out a good way to move his other hand to heal the other one when he suddenly felt the cold chill of the floor on his back, both hands pinned and with no tongue down his throat.
Looking up at the man panting above him now, he noticed a small amount of blood dripping from his lip. Before he had a chance to say anything Zenos stuck his fingers in his mouth and started feeling his teeth. "My, Icarus, since when did your teeth become so sharp~" He growled, maniacal grin on his face.
"Careful now, don't wanna lose a finger now do we?" Icarus spoke through heavy breaths, his other hand finally free to heal the second wound.
Zenos chuckled under his breath, "All bark and yet still no bite." He pulled his hand away, freeing his erection with the other.
"Give me the opportunity and I'll gladly tear chunks out of you~" Satisfied with how his wounds have healed, Icarus began to remove his smallclothes, watching Zenos massage the spit from his mouth onto his cock. Having sized it up, he placed one arm behind his head while the other gathered the lubrication forming in his cunt up to his own erection.
Before he had the chance to goad Zenos into hurrying up, his thigh was forced to his stomach by his enshrouded hand, the other teasing his opening with his dick. Finally, he guided his full length in, watching his obsession stifle a moan with his free hand. Grabbing his other leg, he let out a sigh himself as he leaned in, slowly thrusting into Icarus.
He hadn't anticipated the enjoyment that he would get out of watching his friend completely at his mercy, nor did he expect how tight of a fit he was. He quickened his pace before being dragged down by his hair to Icarus' lips once more, growling as he felt his nails dig in to his back and his tail wrapping around his leg. Acting on pure instincts he pulled on his golden antlers and bit down on his neck, hearing him cry out his name and shred his skin made him only bite down harder.
Feeling himself inch closer to his release, he began to thrust faster into the whimpering Viera's pussy. His walls started to tighten around him, and he felt sharp teeth break the skin of his shoulder. This set him over the edge, burying his head into Icarus' shoulder in a vague attempt to muffle his moans as he finished inside. With shaky breaths he lifted himself off of the man panting beneath him, pulling out of him as he went.
"S-shit, Zenos, not even a full year back in your own body and you want to come back inside mine again~"
Zenos ignored his playful jab and examined his work, both his cum leaking out and Icarus' own seed sprayed on his stomach. Seeing him in such a state filled him with some satisfaction, but not enough. In that moment he wanted to see him more than just dishevelled, he wanted to see him broken, begging not for his gods but for him. More of him, deeper.
Given a second wind, he flipped Icarus onto his stomach, pinning his head down and slipping his cock back in, hearing him gasp with every deep thrust.
"H-how… How the f-fuck do you have more in you?!" Icarus barely managed to whimper out.
"Getting tired, are we?" Zenos grabbed him by his neck and pulled him up closer, growling into his leporine ears, "You knew what I was capable of long before you decided to mate with me, hero." He moved down to his neck once more, "Now, scream for me~!" He clamped his jaws down around his jugular like a starving beast, satisfied with the noises coming out from Icarus as he tasted the sweet crimson that trickled from his neck whilst he fucked him.
Zenos planted a quick kiss on the wound to taunt him, "Good boy." He purred as he pinned Icarus' head back down, the other hand grabbing his waist. If it were so easy to get him to submit then why had he wasted his time doing anything else?
Feeling his walls starting to tighten around his erection again, and certain that he would keep his head down now, he moved his hand towards his tail, grabbing it and giving it a slight tug. His head reared up as he climaxed, swearing throughout his release. Zenos had both hands on his waist, gripping him tight as he sped his thrusts up, panting as he came inside. He watched the man beneath him shudder as he slid his cock back out, his desires well sated for tonight.
"Holy… Holy shit, Zenos…" Icarus whispered out. He attempted to sit up, only to find that his legs were currently to weak to move much of anywhere other than down back to the floor.
Zenos chuckled between heavy breaths, exhausted. "I take it you're satisfied, then?"
Icarus simply nodded in response, reaching his hand up to the bite marks on his neck, wincing slightly. "For… For future reference I would rather you not try and get me pregnant, by the way…"
"Your womb's barren, you're fine." Zenos stumbled up onto his feet, feeling the scars on his chest for himself. Truthfully he had almost forgotten why they were here in the first place.
"… Yes, well, I'd still rather you ask before cumming inside, y'know."
"Whatever… Do you need help getting up, hero?"
"I'll be fine, I just… Need a second…"
Zenos shrugged and started walking towards the bathroom, he tired of the feeling of dried blood on him.
"Hey."
He looked back at his friend with curiosity.
"I love you too, in case that wasn't obvious."