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stryx_ficsI didnt ask if this is what happened, but it feels Right™. Fire and Rain's first intimate encounter. Does it count as RPF if they're demonic AU versions of factives? CW/TW for non-explicit implied M/M sex. Lots of metaphors. Fire's POV. 479 words.
"you're hurting. i want to help."
Rain knelt in supplication before me, the sound of his natural form overwhelming my own and already beginning to soothe the ache. The roar of flames that is me had reached new heights with my pain, my frustration, at both myself and my newly-former lover, I realize now. Normally water and fire don't make good bedfellows, the former extinguishing the latter. But at the time, I needed to be doused.
In that moment though, all I could manage was a haughty smirk. "And what is it you think you could do for me, exactly?"
If he could have blushed, he would have then. He wasn't innocent. He also wasn't acting. Innocence simply flows from him, but hides a raging current. A devious flash crossed his visage, and then the words, faintly rumbling like a distant falls, "i just want to serve you."
Æther had never. Not so immediate, not so willingly. He'd never offered this so freely. He'd agreed, he'd given his damndest, but it wasn't in him to submit so fully. His nature was wild like mine, uncontainable. It's likely that's what drew us together in the first place. He fueled my fury, and in turn I consumed all he had to give, at times exhausting his resources. I see that now.
But when Rain did make the offer, I all but combusted.
Rushing forward I tackled him, pinning him beneath me, steam rising from everywhere we touched. He moaned as I pressed myself tighter to him, both of our arousal evident to the other. I was trying to merge with him, to disappear inside him, to use him to quell my pain. And for once, I became the one consumed. That damp heat arose from our joining, and beneath me he roiled and coursed, lapping against the edges of me. We were -- we are -- a joining of opposites, complementary forces, creating a balance where before had been only chaos.
I lost count. The number of waves that crested and crashed. The force of the surge that threatened to drown me. The pull, the wet, that every moment dragged me into his depths. I rode the maelstrom, surfacing only momentarily to plunge deep again and again. There was no eye to this storm, only the twisting vortex that arises when opposing climates intertwine and breed ferocity.
As such tempests are wont to do, the wrath of it all was eventually spent, dissipating almost as suddenly as it began. He caressed my fevered self then, keeping me close, as though I could be wrested from him.
"did i help?" he murmured, soft and gentle as a lazy stream. I still pleasantly crackled and sizzled from his touch, embers smoldering that could easily be stoked again to a blaze. He knew the answer, but I gave him one anyway.
"I burn for you."
"you're hurting. i want to help."
Rain knelt in supplication before me, the sound of his natural form overwhelming my own and already beginning to soothe the ache. The roar of flames that is me had reached new heights with my pain, my frustration, at both myself and my newly-former lover, I realize now. Normally water and fire don't make good bedfellows, the former extinguishing the latter. But at the time, I needed to be doused.
In that moment though, all I could manage was a haughty smirk. "And what is it you think you could do for me, exactly?"
If he could have blushed, he would have then. He wasn't innocent. He also wasn't acting. Innocence simply flows from him, but hides a raging current. A devious flash crossed his visage, and then the words, faintly rumbling like a distant falls, "i just want to serve you."
Æther had never. Not so immediate, not so willingly. He'd never offered this so freely. He'd agreed, he'd given his damndest, but it wasn't in him to submit so fully. His nature was wild like mine, uncontainable. It's likely that's what drew us together in the first place. He fueled my fury, and in turn I consumed all he had to give, at times exhausting his resources. I see that now.
But when Rain did make the offer, I all but combusted.
Rushing forward I tackled him, pinning him beneath me, steam rising from everywhere we touched. He moaned as I pressed myself tighter to him, both of our arousal evident to the other. I was trying to merge with him, to disappear inside him, to use him to quell my pain. And for once, I became the one consumed. That damp heat arose from our joining, and beneath me he roiled and coursed, lapping against the edges of me. We were -- we are -- a joining of opposites, complementary forces, creating a balance where before had been only chaos.
I lost count. The number of waves that crested and crashed. The force of the surge that threatened to drown me. The pull, the wet, that every moment dragged me into his depths. I rode the maelstrom, surfacing only momentarily to plunge deep again and again. There was no eye to this storm, only the twisting vortex that arises when opposing climates intertwine and breed ferocity.
As such tempests are wont to do, the wrath of it all was eventually spent, dissipating almost as suddenly as it began. He caressed my fevered self then, keeping me close, as though I could be wrested from him.
"did i help?" he murmured, soft and gentle as a lazy stream. I still pleasantly crackled and sizzled from his touch, embers smoldering that could easily be stoked again to a blaze. He knew the answer, but I gave him one anyway.
"I burn for you."
