#fermika

“Your defiance only excites me more.” The chuckle was whispered against the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end, a shiver rolling down his spine.

Mikaela kept his mouth snapped shut, teeth clenched to the point of pain. He didn’t want to give Ferid the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. Not anymore.

“Are you still angry with me?” Lips brushed the skin behind his ear. “I told you before, didn’t I? I need to drink or else I’d die and then where would that leave you?” Ferid’s tone had him clenching his fists behind his back. The rope around them tightened and left little burns on his pale flesh. He wanted to scream, but a thumb slid across the slit of his erection causing him to jerk, teeth catching the inside of his cheek. The taste of blood exploded inside his mouth, the tangy, bitter liquid feeding the swirl of nausea in his stomach.

“No matter how angry you are at me, this part of you is always begging for my touch.” Ferid’s said, his fingers squeezing Mikaela’s cock, sliding up and down, from base to tip and back again. He’d been at it for hours now. Mikaela had lost track of the time, but he knew it had been around mid-day when Ferid had come to him, and already he could hear the languid chirping of the crickets. He felt tears begin to prick at his eyes. What if Ferid never stopped? He knew the other had no need to sleep or eat. He knew Ferid could continue to do this until Mikaela passed out from exhaustion, until his over-sensitized skin began to burn and hurt.

A strangled gasp left Mikaela’s lips then, fear causing his throat to close up.

“There, let me hear more of you.” Ferid’s hand continued to pump him slowly. With his other hand he reached for one of Mikaela’s thighs, spreading the blond’s legs further apart. Mikaela let his head fall back on Ferid’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut as he tried to keep his silence. His chest heaved from the exertion of only trying to breathe through his nose.

“Do you want to come, Mika? Do you want to come all over yourself, and prove to me that only my hand, my touch, is the only thing that can get you this aroused?” Ferid’s teeth scraped over Mikaela’s shoulder, ripping another gasp of terror from the blond’s mouth. The memory of the searing pain those teeth had caused him still burned in his mind. He wanted to jerk away, unwilling to go through that sort of thing again, but he couldn’t. Not when Ferid’s unnaturally strong arms held him, not when one false move could not only rid him of his life, but the life of those he loved, not when Ferid’s hand was so close to bringing him to his long awaited release.

“Answer me, Mikaela.” The firmness of those words transferred to Ferid’s hand, and Mikaela couldn’t stop the loud cry that left him.

“Y-yes.” He struggled, forcing his mouth to utter a single word. He wanted it to be enough, it had to be enough. For a moment, Ferid’s hand stopped all movement, and Mikaela hated himself a little more when he felt tears begin to roll down his cheeks.

A few thrusts later and it’s over.

Mikaela’s body goes slack in Yuu’s arms, his breath coming in short bursts. He lets himself enjoy the warm, soothing embrace for a moment before he has to pull away.

“I can’t stay much longer.” Mikaela murmurs against Yuu’s chest. The arms around him tighten slightly, but they eventually let him go. Mikaela sighs as he rearranges his clothing, keeping his eyes away from Yuu as he does the same. He almost laughs at his sudden urge for modesty. He edges closer to the door once he looks presentable again, his hand against the cool wood.

“Tonight…send someone else to guard our bedchamber.” Mikaela struggles with the words, his eyes tracing the patterns of the wooden door. There is silence, and he feels his chest constrict painfully.

“As you wish.” Yuu’s tone holds no emotion and for that Mikaela is grateful. He nods silently, acknowledging the man’s reply, and steps out of Yuu’s room. He needs to hurry. Ferid is set to return at any moment and Mikaela must make sure he is presentable before the man can lay eyes on him.

…

Ferid’s hands are on him the moment they are alone. The man seems to hold little interest in what Mikaela has to say. It’s insulting, and he can’t stop himself from voicing his displeasure.

Ferid smiles, a cruel twist of his lips that makes Mikaela wish he hadn’t said anything.

“You forget your place, my Mikaela. I did not agree to this marriage in order to hear you prattle on.” Ferid’s fingers dig into his jaw. Mikaela winces at the stinging pain, but he refuses to let this man walk over him.

“Afraid that what I have to say is more insightful than those idiots that advise you, my lord? I can assure you that my words won’t leave you looking a fool in front of the Council.” Mikaela bit out, narrowed eyes fixated directly on Ferid’s.

To his surprise, Ferid barks out a laugh.

“Arrogance becomes you, darling, but I have a better way to occupy that pretty mouth of yours.”

He isn’t allowed a chance to respond before rough lips descend on his.    

…

Every muscle in Yuu’s body is screaming at him to move. He tries to shut out the muffled noises coming from behind the closed door, his teeth clenching with the effort.

He should have listened to Mika. He had no business being here, no business listening to how that bastard could make Mika scream. It makes him want to barge into the room and plunge his sword right through Ferid’s chest, ridding himself of the man’s constant presence.

That, however, would solve nothing. The satisfaction of killing Ferid would only last until he was thrown into the dungeons, the chance of seeing Mika again forever ripped from his arms. Still, the image of what was going on behind the closed doors was enough to tempt him into giving into his impulses.

Yuu takes a deep breath, relaying on all of the training Guren had given him to control himself. He needs time, allies, then he can think about cutting off the bastard’s head.

One day. Soon.

…

Even with the warm body pressed against his, Mikaela can’t help the shiver that runs down his back. His eyes are fixed on the door, and he blinks rapidly when he feels the hot stinging of tears.

Guilt is slowly crawling from his stomach to his chest, and he wants nothing more than to run from the room he’s trapped in. He’s certain Yuu didn’t obey his orders because there is no one in this world he knows better than Yuu. The man is too stubborn for his own good, and now…now he can’t help but feel like he’s betrayed the man he loves.

His eyes widen slightly.

Loves.

A sad smile curls his lips.

How much longer until Yuu grows tired? How much longer until he no longer wants a body that belongs to another? How much longer until he is no longer wanted?