Hi !! Can We Get Ifrit Having Fun With Phantom Please ?

hi !! can we get ifrit having fun with phantom please ?

He gets along with everyone, immediately. There's no dancing around any of the others, no need to dip his toes into the water gingerly when it comes to getting to know them. Aeon is simply summoned and welcomed and finds it terribly easy to hit his stride from the get go.

You fit in well, Ifrit tells him at mass one night, eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiles and somehow still manages to seem dangerous even when trying to appear friendly. Perhaps it's the proximity that throws him, the closeness with which Ifrit sits on the pew beside him when he's sure there could be more space. He knows very little- well, is given very little information about Ifrit, who spends more time in the back rooms and shadows of the abbey since packing away the guitar. At some point, they'll all learn what a curious creature Aeon is, prone to exploration by any means possible. It's but a small shame that it will take them a moment to catch up with how quickly Aeon is prone to explore his interests.

By the time Aether actually has a moment to tell Aeon that Ifrit is an older summon, less refined, less patient- more prone to giving in to wants with no hesitation-

Well. The warning would have gone unheeded before, but by the time it happens, Aeon's already let the curiosity steer him down a dimly lit corridor. Into a dimly lit room.

He allows curiosity to pull him into Ifrit's lap, allows curiosity to force him as if controlled by strings to run his hands up Ifrit's arms, feeling and squeezing the muscles. Indulgent, Ifrit smiles that same, unsettling smile, and adjusts so he can flex his bicep for Aeon to feel.

"How strong are you?" Aeon asks, caressing. His tone is amused and relaxed, for now. He's just so interested, excited at the thought of discovery. The nerves will come later, but they aren't here now. Later, his breath will hitch in his chest and his eyes will go wide and worried while he pants out harsh breath and his body will tremble with fear and uncertainty- of this, Ifrit will make sure. But for the next few moments, Aeon is sweet and easy prey. Food to toy with, and utterly pleased with that role. He continues feeling his arm, smiling a crooked little grin with crooked little teeth. The smile only grows when Ifrit's other hand lands heavy on his thigh.

"Stronger than you," Ifrit murmurs, nostrils flaring while he scents the air on his next inhale, breathing in the electrical sparks of arousal rolling off Aeon, so close. It would be easy to push him to the ground and take him. Easier still when that's what Aeon wants him to do.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Aeon says, pleased. "But how much?" He draws his hands to Ifrit's chest, rubs flat palms over him there, and Ifrit allows it. Fights the urge to grab and grope and take and instead- like a gentleman, allows Aeon to feel and explore and grind against his thigh enough to work himself up more. "Bet you could carry me pretty easily, huh? Even if I tried to make it difficult."

Ifrit takes a deep, slow breath in and inhales the smell of the blood rushing through Aeon's veins and doesn't bother to hide the way it makes his mouth water.

"If I wanted to," Ifrit says in a low, measured tone, "it wouldn't matter what you wanted."

Aeon hums, pleased. Gaze dropping to Ifrit's mouth, and then he ducks down for the briefest tease of a kiss, the softest most maddening excuse for one, but enough to seal his own fate.

"Prove it."

He's so feral

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Abs - I’m here to praise you for that AethDew dom drop and it also gave me ideas that I must share.. when Dew says “You're the first I look for in a crowd”…

Hear me out…. What if…Aether is there. (as in after he leaves the band) What if he manages to sneak away from the abbey and goes - on his own - to a show or two. Just to be there for Dew. Alone, in the crowd. For him. To watch. To see what he hasn’t been able to before. Tells no one. What if Dew can feel him before he sees him, but isn’t sure… what if he spots those amethyst eyes in a sea of plain human ones… 💜✨

Sunny I adore you for feeding my Dewther madness! Idk what this became but this is where we ended up

Cw: soulmate bonds, sad Dew, quintessence use, a little sappy a little angsty, they just love eachother

Aether wakes to a sad little tug across their bond just before his phone rings.

He doesn't bother checking the screen, he knows it's Dew, it always is. Curled tight around himself and needing Aether's voice to coax him back into stability, to calm the shaking in his hands and the hummingbird speed of his heart.

He hates it, that his decision to stay back is hurting him so badly, that each mile added to the map rips another hole in Dew's resolve.

It's almost enough to make him change his mind, to call Copia and insist he'd made a mistake, that staying back at the Abbey wasn't really the life he wanted afterall...but he'd never been a liar and Dew would blame himself. So he stayed back and it killed him but he couldn't deny the peace it brought him.

He answers the second ring. "I'm here, Dewdrop."

"Aeth..." It's more just a breath than an actual spoken word, wet and heavy with tears he was probably fighting against tooth and nail. "I'm sorry I woke you up I just-"

"It's ok, I told you to call me whenever you needed me. I meant that."

He listens to him cry through recalling a nightmare, listens to him swear he's doing his best, that he's not trying to be a pest, that he just wants Aether to be happy but it hurts, it hurts and he's scared.

It breaks his heart each time, and though he knows Dew will be ok, that hes got everyone there to help, that Mountain and Rain hardly let him out of their sight it still stings that he's not there to chase that darkness away.

He talks, just to give Dewdrop his voice to focus on, talking about anything and everything that's not important, keeps it light until Dew crawls out of the dark trap of his mind.

He hears him groan, sniffling and shifting in the hotel bed after a while. "I should probably get cleaned up. Mount will be here to drag me to breakfast soon."

Aether smiles. "Ok Dew."

"I love you...so much Aeth."

"I love you more." His chest hurts. "Be good. Call me later."

Goodbye always feels like a kick to the throat, like dirt covering the casket so they don't say it, they never say it. They promise later and end the call, voices blanketing wounds caused by distance, softening the jagged edges for a moment of reprieve.

He's made up his mind before he even fully ends the call. He doesn't care about asking permission, he doesn't care about duty and responsibility. His duty and responsibility is Dewdrop, always had been, always would be. The Abbey wouldn't crumble with his absence for a day or two, he couldn't say the same about Dew.

He tells the infirmary staff he will be gone but promises to be back soon. He doesn't wait to hear questions, doesn't stick around longer than he needs to. He avoids Sister Imperator's all too knowing eyes and only pauses long enough to hug Sunshine, swearing he's coming back...

She understands, she feels the space between her and Cirrus and Cumulus, he knows she's hurting too but she's stronger than he could ever hope to be.

He booked the earliest flight he could, grateful it's not a long one, they aren't far in the grand scheme of things, not focusing on anything beyond the distance getting smaller.

Aether goes straight to the venue, the show about to start and he uses his magic to slip in unnoticed. He amuses himself with the crowd before the curtain drops, listens to the way they talk about his pack, picking up immediately when they mention Dew. They sing his praises and he can't wait to pin him down and force him to listen to their words from his lips.

He shivers thinking about it, the pretty pink blush on his cheeks, the way he tries to shy away but his pupils blow regardless.

His eyes are already on Dew when the curtain falls, knows exactly where he'll be and his heart stops. It's different like this, out watching amidst the hungry eyes of the crowd, not beside him blinded by the lights. He looks different like this, beautiful as ever but...stronger, commanding and Aether stiffens against his thigh.

He watches completely enraptured by the way Dew moves, the confidence he possesses as he plays as perfectly as always and Aether wants to worship each of his fingers, wants to lick the sweat from the backs of his hands and feel the blood rushing through every vein.

Dew must feel the hot need vibrating across their bond, must realize how close it feels because his head snaps up so fast Aether would think it was funny under any other circumstance. He feels when he spots him, relief excitement hunger all slamming into Aether like a bulldozer.

He tries to devote his attention to the crowd, to play with them the way he usually does but he struggles to keep his eyes from constantly returning to Aether, struggles to leave that side of the stage at all.

The words around him blur together, the excitement of the crowd when Dew does....well anything really. He can hear them screaming but it's hazy, all he can do is reach out with his magic because he needs to feel him, needs to know him like this.

It's like an electric shock when it brushes against him, adrenaline and excitement. He watches Dew find his eyes and grind just so against his guitar, the wispy little puffs of breath of Aether's quintessence leaving him hot and wanting more.

Aether thinks he could get addicted to this, watching Dew from out in the crowds, watching him put on a show like it's just for him. In a way it is, the rest of the crowd had long since faded from Dew's vision, eyes only for Aether and something possessive surges through him at the thought. Listening to the words around him, how badly they want him knowing they'd never get the chance because Dew was his.

The last song can't come fast enough, he feels like he's on pins and needles as he starts drifting through the crowd, making his way closer to where the band exits but keeping hidden. He watches him throw his picks, watches him bounce on the balls of his feet as he takes his place beside Mountain to bow.

He dips out early, running to where he feels Aether, grabbing hold of his arms as soon as he gets to him.

"I'm not hallucinating?"

He laughs a little. "No."

"Meet me by the exit. I'll grab my room key. Don't let them see you, I need you and I'm not sharing tonight."

"Yes Sir."

Dew shivers. "Fuck..."

"Go, I'll meet you at the door."

Dew hesitates to let go. Aether makes his way outside, sticking to the shadows, easily avoiding detection. Dew pops outside quickly, shoving his room key in his hand, breathing the name of the hotel and his room number.

Aether kisses him quickly, fast but not lacking heat and Dew groans against his lips.

He barely remembers getting a cab, barely remembers what the hotel even looks like. He thinks he might hold his breath the entire elevator ride up to Dew's floor, hands shaking when he thinks about how soon they'll be on him, holding and claiming.

He has to try the key a few times, not able to steady his hands enough the first few tries. He breathes deep when he gets in, smells Dew on the air, Rain and Mountain are there too, scents mixing but he ignores it, focuses on the bonfire scent and feels every part of himself respond.

Aether toes his boots off and sheds his shirt, tossing it away while he stalks toward the bed. He grabs Dew's pillow, pulling it to his face and feeling his heart slow.

He's rock hard, body needing Dew from the second he saw him but trying to keep his hand from straying, trying to hold back until Dews pinned beneath him or writhing on top of him.

He feels when Dew gets into the hotel, feels his excitement, frowns when he feels that underlying anxiety that sits heavy in his chest. His fear that Aether won't actually be there.

Aether pulls the door open and grabs hold of him as soon as he feels him close enough to do so, shoving him back against the door, pressing his chest like a weight to keep Dew in place.

He grabs hold of his throat, not hard but enough to get his attention. "Did you really think I wouldn't be here?"

"Honestly I was pretty sure I imagined you... couldn't really make myself believe you'd come all the way out here just for me."

"I'd cross galaxies for you."

Dew's breath catches in his throat, eyes watering before he closes the space and kisses Aether before he can say anything else that might make his heart stop beating.

Aether lifts him and he wraps his legs around his waist. He presses him against the door, kissing him until Dew is dizzy with it.

"Aeth please...I need-"

"Shh, I've got you." He nips along his jaw, biting at his earlobe. "I'll take care of you."

Dew nods, still clinging as tight as he can but he knows what Aether says is true, he had always taken care of him.

He doesn't care that he's still pressed against the door, he doesn't care that anyone walking by would hear his pathetic little noises. All he cares about is Aether's weight against him, his big chest pinning him in place, the way he kisses Dew like it's been years since he's tasted him.

He knows he won't last when Aether gets his hand around him, not when he's been so desperate for the familiarity of his touch, the way he doesn't even have to try, just one little brush of his fingers have Dew's toes curling. He doesn't try to stop it, doesn't try to silence the whines that spill from his lips because Aether's eyes burn when he hears them.

He tips his head back, Aether's name crawling from his throat like his last breath when he cums. He scrambles until Aether let's his feet hit the floor and he sinks to his knees without hesitation. He makes quick with of his belt, pulling him out and taking him to the back of his throat so quickly Aether shouts with it.

"Fuck! Slow down Dew..."

But he can't, he needs him like he needs water, like he needs the air in his chest. He glances up at Aether from his knees, taking him as deep as he can. Aether digs his fingers into his hair, guiding him with steady pulls.

He fucks into his throat, spilling hot when Dew blinks out a few tears, something about seeing him so wrecked and needy for him always sending him over the edge.

Aether pulls him up off the floor and follows him into the shower. They don't seperate, clinging and kissing as the water runs over them. Aether washes Dew's hair, smiling at the purr it always pulls from the fire ghoul.

The bed feels like a dream only made better by Dew actually being in his arms, warm and breathing and not just a cold empty shirt that faintly smells like him. He holds him tight, counts each breath and each beat of his heart while his eyes start to close in contentment.

"How long do I have you?" Dews voice is small in the silence, cutting through with an edge of uncertainty. He doesn't want the answer but he needs it.

"Two days." He drags his nails up Dew's spine. "Was the best I could do."

He nods, nuzzling up under Aether's neck. "Do I have to share you?"

"No. I'm all yours."

"Good."

They slip into silence, steady breathing as they relax into eachother. Aether soaks up his warmth, the way his breath ghosts across his chest.

"Missed you..."

"I missed you too, firefly."

"Take me home with you." It's whispered, almost ashamed. "I know...I know you can't but just-"

Aether squeezes him closer, pressing a kiss to his hair because he gets it, he understands, he wants nothing more than to grab him up and run and hide him away. But he can't. He's got two days and he plans to make the most of it to hold them over until tour ends.

But for now, if that's what he needs, if he needs those words to sleep soundly, Aether will give them to him.

"Yeah baby, I'll take you home."

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