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Devin finds himself trapped in a transitional state since gods know how long. Asleep, but awake at the same time. Not dead, but not truly alive either. A constant limbo his body doesn"t see an exit out of. The harmonies of Nokron around him have been so constant and insignificant that it has melted into unidentifiable white noise to his ears, sinking him further into nothingness. That is, until a foreign sound breaks the monotony.
He knows what armored footsteps sound like thanks to the crucible knights that roam nearby, but these ones in particular were… different. Lighter. They come closer until they stop near him, his mind racing with waiting for what"s to come. What comes next is said in a mellow voice, gentle and sweet like the sparse drops of honey out of a hive.
"I"ve found you…!"
Such a genuine tone. For a moment he had hoped that it"d have been Darian, but he doesn"t recognize the owner of the voice. Uncertain fingers hover over his face before the stranger cups it with his gloved hand completely, trying to have a better look of him. Devin can"t ignore how wonderfully warm his touch is, pressing ever so slightly against it in search for more. But the contact is brief and the mystery man pulls his hand back quickly after confirming he"s alive.
"... What now, though?" he can hear him ask to himself, voice distant despite how close he is. "Rogier knew he was here, but does D know…?"
Rogier. The name spurs faint sentiments of jealousy and hatred that are lost to his jumbled memory. However, it gives him peace of mind to see that the visitor doesn"t seem to come with ill intentions and even knows about his brother. He stays there for a couple of minutes, thinking in their shared silence. He wants to ask so many things, but the words die out in his throat before they can leave his mouth. Still, he finds comfort within his presence. After a while, the stranger makes a sort of questioning hum before Devin hears him get up and start walking away. Had he not stopped himself, he would"ve made a pitiful whine to prevent him from leaving. He hadn"t realized how much he missed company until now.
"Don"t worry, I"m going to help you." he promises as if he could sense his sadness over his leave. "I"ll come back for you soon."
That was the last thing he said before he disappeared, leaving him alone once again. The encounter is enough food for thought to keep him entertained while waiting for his return. He"s a little ashamed about fixating this much on a stranger, but what else was he supposed to think about? It kept him patient, wondering exactly what kind of person he was.
As time went on, he heard the distinct footsteps again one day. His heart picked up in pace with excitement, pumping warm blood to his stiff extremities. The twin felt something being placed in his lap and as he slowly opened his eyes, the visage of silver and gold looked back at him. His brother"s armor. Their armor.
"Ah, aah…" the simplistic sounds scratch their way out of his throat, awfully aware of why the stranger has brought him this. He can no longer feel the familiar connection. "D-Da… ri… ngh… nnngh…"
"I"m sorry," the other apologizes. "When I went to look for him, it… was too late."
"Who… w-who killed…?" Devin croaks, raising his head to look at him.
Through the messy blonde hair, he can see his visitor"s eyes peeking from inside his knight helmet. They"re dark – almost black– and evoke both a sense of emptiness and softness alike. Tuffs of brown hair are barely visible, too.
"It was a woman… a deathbed companion." he explains.
Slowly but surely, he regains the control of his body. The rage he feels lights up the fire of his soul once again, his blood boiling with desires of nothing but revenge in the forefront.
"Of course…" he spits out with a bitter chuckle. "O-Of course it would have been… a wretched bitch like her… who couldn"t stand seeing the Golden Order work against her vile goals."
His frow burrows as he stares into the molded face of the helm.
"Where is she?" he asks, knowing he cannot keep passive anymore.
"Well… it took me a while, but I"ve figured out she must be in the Deeproot Depths if Godwyn is who she desires. It"s said to be accessible from a coffin underground, but I"ve looked everywhere with no luck! At least… everywhere but…"
The man looks to his left, seeing the archway leading to the sound of waterfalls.
"Of course the last place I planned to revisit would be the one to possibly have the entrance…"
He"s taken by surprise when Devin takes his hands in his, talking erratically. His eyes make contact with his own and for a moment he wonders if snapping him out of his slumber was a good decision.
"You want to kill her, right?" he inquires. "You want to kill the witch?"
"I… Maybe? I do have some bones to pick with her…"
"Great! Excellent!" the smile on his face is nothing short of unhinged. "I will aid you on the way. The wrath of D shall not go undone."
Quickly, he gets up to begin putting on the intricate armor. The stranger stands to the side, waiting for him to get ready before making their way together towards the unexplored room.
"Are you sure you can fight so soon…?" he asks. "You were in a deep sleep for a long time…"
Devin snickers, uncertain if his worrying is over his safety or over being a possible hindrance in battle.
"My mind is still fresh and my body itches to spill blood, you don"t have to worry." he replies. "I am D, Beholder of Death. Who are you?"
"I"m Runt, uh… Tarnished. I don"t have a fancy title."
The twin smirks down at him, though the helm prevents Runt from seeing it.
"Your mother certainly didn"t like you, huh?"
The Tarnished smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders instead of speaking further on the matter. He takes a flask out and gulps it down in one swing, panting for air briefly before putting his hand forwards and passing through the thick, yellowish mist.
…
The last stone gargoyle drops to the ground with a loud thud , its body disappearing into a silver haze as the Tarnished shouts, victorious over the intense battle. He turns towards his ally, the dutiful Golden Order knight, with a bright smile.
"That was awfully close!" he exclaims, swiping the sweat from his brow. "I"m glad you came to help, or else I"m afraid I"d have been reduced to nothing but poisonous mush by those two…"
"The pleasure is mine." the man"s voice comes out muffled from behind the masked helm. "Anything to get closer to that wretched witch…"
"Even if it"s of your benefit, I would like to thank you regardless! You"re a good fighter for someone who recently got back up, y"know?" Runt argues, opening his bag. "I might have something around here as a thank you gift… there"s so much stuff I pick up and never use. Got a bad case of hoarding, haha."
As he lists off all the objects in his belongings, Devin doesn"t really pay attention to his words. His pale eyes instead stay trained on his face that is still partially hidden away by the rusty helmet. Just as he imagined, his visitor was a great warrior in battle. He had been able to sense his strength since he first found him.
"... And then I have Rowa berries, which I have a fuckton of-" he continues listing off. "Seriously, I don"t know why I keep picking them up when I never use them… but yeah, if anything caught your interest, just tell me and it"s yours!"
Looking back up, the Tarnished"s heart skips a beat from finding the other intently staring at him. He puts his guard up, unaware of what feelings might be brewing behind that intense gaze. A part of him misses when he used to look so vulnerable, as bad as that sounds.
"Anything?" Devin parrots back, getting a nod in response. "...Take the helmet off."
"... Is that your answer, or-"
"No." he gets closer, towering over him. "Take the helmet off."
Runt doesn"t understand the reason for the request, but it seems so harmless that he decides to indulge him. It doesn"t take him more than a minute to get it off, his face being hit with chill air. It feels refreshing, at least.
An armored hand takes his chin to make him look up at his ally. Something stirs within the twin"s gut as he inspects his face, drinking in every small detail, having waited so long for this moment.
"Well… quite the pretty boy, are you not?" he asks in a hush.
The knight frowns and adverts his eyes to the side, but a soft pink tints his cheeks.
"T-Thank you…?" he stutters.
"You said I could ask for anything?" Devin continues, mindlessly staring at his lips. "Then… can I ask you to get on your knees?"
The innuendo is not lost to Runt, who blushes deeper and looks back with wide eyes. The other almost wants to laugh in his face.
"That"s… that"s not what I meant with that!" he exclaims, flustered.
"You said, word for word, "if anything caught your interest, just tell me and it"s yours". And what caught my interest… is you."
His other hand snakes over his waist, dipping into the space underneath his chest plate. The Tarnished squirms under his touch, but he finds himself unable to pull away.
"Remember that it was you who suggested rewarding me for my valiant efforts in the first place… are you really going to break your own promise, just like that? For shame."
His eyes stare at the ground, stupidly affected by his words. The deal had been misinterpreted, he had every right to decline and tell him to pick something else, and yet…
He takes a moment to kneel, setting his helmet down to the side and placing his fists on top of his legs. His brow furrows again over Devin calling him a "good boy", hearing him detach his own chest armor to discard it. He waits for the moment that the other will eventually pull his dick out to start, but he"s surprised by a hand grabbing the back of his head to gently push him against his still clothed crotch.
"Need me to pull it out for you, big guy?" Runt asks sarcastically, grabbing onto his thighs for balance.
"Why, are you in a hurry to see it?" he asks back.
The lack of reply makes him snicker. Devin continues to rub himself against his face, the knight struggling to match his movements for a second. Hearing his pleased hums and feeling his length start to get hard makes him quietly whine, unable to deny that the situation is making him horny too. Devin wasn"t… that bad-looking, after all.
"So pretty…" the twin sighs. He had raised the visor of the golden helm to look at him better. "I bet you would look even prettier with my cock in your mouth, hm?"
Runt responds not with words, but by placing a kiss on his erection. To Devin, it is an agreement; an invitation to do so. He drags his underwear down and sets his stiff cock free, not giving the knight even a second of rest before the tip is pushed against his lips. His hot breaths on his members makes electricity go up his spine, the hairs on his neck standing on end. He had fantasized about this ever since he felt his touch, since he heard the sincere joy in his voice upon finding him. A strong desire to own him courses through his veins, for him and him alone.
Which is why it annoys him that Runt doesn"t immediately take him in his mouth eagerly, instead settling with licking the shaft and kissing along his length as if he"s avoiding the main event. He pulls on his hair greedily, huffing.
"You"re so impatient…" the Tarnished complains, frowning at him. He still finds it cute that his face is flushed a bright red, though. "Can"t you withstand a little foreplay?"
"I did not come here to play around, I came to fuck your mouth." Devin scolds him. "So you better put it to work."
Runt gives an annoyed sigh before opening his mouth, taking the flushed tip inside. He does nothing but suck at the sensitive head, driving Devin crazy with impatience. Without warning, he holds onto his head and rams the rest of his cock inside. The surprised yelp from the Tarnished is drowned out in his throat, mouth stuffed to the brim with tears forming in the corner of his eyes. The twin moans softly as he begins fucking his face, half-lidded eyes staring down at the divine spectacle.
"Honeyed rays of gold, your mouth is… so warm." he says with a grin. "You look great, taking me so well…i-it has been quite some time since someone has made me feel like this."
Runt is too overwhelmed to look back at him, feeling like his mouth is going to split in half. Devin is too rough and too big for him to keep up, face being repeatedly slammed against golden pubes without a single care. It"s surprising to him how his throat hasn"t closed itself yet from gagging. He desperately whines, clawing at his thighs to let him breathe for at least a moment. To his relief, he can gasp for air after Devin is merciful enough to pull back his dick, letting it rest against his cheek. Seeing it twitch with anticipation brings a heat to his core.
"Little knight, you have proved yourself to be of good use…" he praises him, rubbing himself against his cheek slightly. "But… I am not quite yet satisfied."
"Of course you aren"t, you haven"t cummed yet…" he argues back.
"The thing is, I do not want to finish in your mouth."
The man kneels down with him and takes off the gauntlet from his right hand. Pulling down at his pants, he does not wait for permission to plunge a finger into his wet entrance. Runt lets out a hitched moan, cursing himself over not trying to stop him. He"s practically a stranger, and yet he keeps allowing him to use and touch as he pleases like a common whore.
"Oh, you are awfully wet…" Devin chuckles, talking directly to his ear while his finger starts pumping inside of him. "Didn"t know you were such a slut, Runt. I expected better of you."
"You c-come here, shove- ah, your dick in my m-mngh… mouth, and expect me to not be aroused?"
The Tarnished has his hands on his shoulders for support, breathing heavily. He lets himself press his forehead against his shoulder and watches with glazed eyes how his digit goes in and out, in and out.
"It fills me with joy to know you were greatly enjoying yourself…" he teases. "I would have adored having you spreading yourself for me to watch you go at it."
Devin adds a second finger in to relish in the way the other gasps and moans at his touch. Between all the stimulation, Runt still finds it unsettling how his gaze never falters in staring at him, the pale eyes boring holes into his skin wherever he looks.
"I want all of you." he says, completely serious. "I want to devour you and leave nothing behind."
"D-Da…"
"Devin." the twin corrects him hurriedly, fingering him faster. "It"s Devin."
"D-Devin!" the Tarnished moans out in queue, a particular shove of his fingers brushing against his clit. "It"s- please…"
The way he says his name doesn"t help at all with his growing obsession, the sound being audible candy to his ears. The Tarnished whines in confusion when he suddenly takes his fingers out, but the feeling is quickly changed to one of concern when he"s pushed onto his back. Before he can ask him what he"s doing, Devin has already climbed between his legs and started fucking into him.
"Devin, n-no!" Runt weakly protests, trying to regain control of the situation one last time. "T-This wasn"t part of the… t-the deal-"
" All of you was part of the deal. Your whole body."
The twin lowers himself to press against his body and fuck him deeper, getting face to face. Loose strands of hair have stuck to his face from sweat, skin acquiring a healthier flushed tone in comparison to his paleness from before. The sight strikes him with a strange sense of affection that Runt can"t explain. Ever since finding him, the image of his messy blonde hair and unkempt stubble stayed in his head as he travelled. A fallen angel.
"You feel… divine ." Devin tells him breathless, tantalizingly close to his lips but never closing the gap for a kiss. "Oh, I want to stay inside you forever… I w-want us to become one in flesh under the Golden Order"s guiding light…can we, please?"
For a moment, the knight doesn"t have the heart to deny him. After getting used to it, he does enjoy the feeling of his cock stretching him out and dragging across his walls, each ram bringing him closer and closer to climax. It all feels very intimate and in his drunken pleasure he finds himself thinking that he wouldn"t mind having him inside him forever.
His legs hook around his waist on their own as Runt cums with a whiny moan, scratching his back as he continues to plow him. He comes back to reality when Devin"s movements start getting messier, breathing getting ragged and his pleas getting more frequent.
"Don"t cum inside…" he quickly tells him.
"Why not?"
"... N-Not yours."
The twin lets out a quiet chuckle that gradually turns into a demented laugh, causing a pit to form in the Tarnished"s stomach.
"Oh, Runt… then I will simply have to make you mine."
Any previous gentleness that was present evaporates as he pins him down to immobilize him, ignoring his sounds of protest. He bites his shoulder for leverage like a wild animal, continuously rutting inside until he can"t take it anymore and he buries himself to the hilt with a deep growl. The hot seed paints Runt"s insides white, leaving his mark within him like he wanted. Both men stay still, panting for air as they recover from the sex high.
"...Devin." Runt speaks up, looking at the cave"s ceiling. "Get the fuck out of me, please."
He obliges, his pulling out being accompanied by a wet sound. A smirk crosses his face seeing his cum slowly leak out of the object of his affection.
"If I knew you were going to be such an asshole about it, I wouldn"t have offered anything in the first place." he continues to complain, sitting up. His body feels sore already from the whole ordeal.
"Oh, do not act like I didn"t hear you whimper when I came…" the twin replies, putting his armor back in place. "No shame in admitting you liked it, little knight."
"Don"t call me that. It feels demeaning…"
The Tarnished stumbles around to get his damp pants and his helmet back on. By the time he looks back, his ally is already going off into the coffin that should lead to Deeproot Depths.
"Hey, where do you think you"re going!? Wait for me!" he shouts.
The golden, unmoving face looks back at him.
"You need to rest," he explains. "I will go up ahead in the meantime. I have a witch to burn."
And with that, his upper body disappears into the coffin. Runt mentally debates over following him right away, but ultimately decides to follow his advice. He is tired, after all…
He lays back down with a sigh, intertwining his hands on his stomach and closing his eyes. Pressing his legs together, he frowns. He hates that Devin is right about him not entirely hating his intrusion.
…Just what has he gotten himself into?