#framton

From your youngest years, you were drawn to the fire.

You could spend hours watching the dancing flames of a fireplace, gaze upon the flickering flame of a candle, as it slowly yet steadily devoured the wax below. An arsonist from the day of your birth, you would often play with fire, hiding, where you could not be seen. Obsessing over the ease with which the flames consumed anything they touched, you burned yourself more times than you could count. It mattered little, as the sheer, mesmerizing ecstasy of watching the uncontrollable element feed and grow.

It was the greatest fire of the decade, when you first saw him.

You watched, mesmerized, as he devoured the flames that were previously devouring the world around you. Flames that, as you’d later learn, he himself brought upon this land. An endless cycle, of flames devouring everything, and him devouring the flames, only to rain them down somewhere else.

He felt like the fire itself.

For the most part, he remained uninterested by your presence. Distracted by the hell of his own making, he had very little interest in a single surviving human. Only after he finished his rampage, leaving the whole area barren and covered by ash, did he even acknowledge your presence. Briefly laying his gaze upon you, leaving you feeling blessed by his very eyes, he exposed his razor sharp teeth in a grin. Like a dying flame of a candle light, he flickered and faded away.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you followed the ash trail he left behind. Whole villages destroyed, families broken apart as the flames consumed their loved ones along with their happiness. Their eyes hollow, as if, with the fire gone, so was the light within them. 

People as hollow as the wastelands they were left in.

As hollow as your heart was, ever since the wondrous scenery of flames engulfing everything in their path became a mere memory. A ghost of the past - like a piece of charcoal remaining in the fireplace, after all the wood in it has been burned to a crisp. No longer burning, but waiting to be reignited.

The wonderful sight of the fire that day has never left your mind. Pestering you, it grew stronger, as did your desires.

Yearning for fire, the imagery of the monstrous man you’ve seen that day became more vivid with each passing second. You could feel touch, smell his skin. Grab his hair as he devours you - like he devoured the flames that devour the world.

How you wished that he would.

A familiar scenery welcomed you, as you pressed on, continuing your travel northeast. For the first time in over six months, it was not ashes, but sizzling flames that greeted you in the area. Excited to have finally caught up with the arsonist, you ran head first into the fire. The flames licked your skin, but the pain had little meaning for you, as your long nurtured yearning finally took over. Yet again, you found yourself lost in the scenery of burning blaze and distant screams, blending together with the loud sound of dying world. Taking it in with every ounce of your body, you pressed onwards, towards the very eye of the fiery storm.

He was there. Standing still, as if taking in the wonderful scenery surrounding you two. He was smiling, no, smirking - as if amused by the ease with which all fell to the power of his element. Overwhelmed by the image in front of you, you reached your arm out - a subconscious desire pushing you to grab him, take him for yourself, so that this scenery will become a promise for the future, rather than a distant memory.

As if taken out of a very pleasant activity, he rapidly turned his body in your direction, rushing towards you and pinning you to the ground with the strength of at least ten men. Struggling for air, as his grip tightened on your neck, you noticed by a brief movement of his eyebrows that he seemed to recognize you from that fateful day that changed your life forever. Trying to speak, you found yourself no longer able to squeeze out any words, merely moving your mouth, like a fish out of water. He laughed at that sight, somewhat loosening the grip on your throat, allowing you for a couple tight breaths, before he finally spoke to you.

“You were there, half a year ago. Escaped my fire, and had the audacity to rub it in my face. A brave one, aren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question, and he clearly didn’t expect an answer as he caressed your cheek, burning your skin with his very touch.

“And yet, despite what you’ve seen, you followed me here. A coincidence, perhaps, but I find it unlikely.” He roughly grabbed your face, pulling it close to his, his hand searing your skin. “Why. Are. You. Here.”

You opened your mouth, only to release a weak murmur from the strain on your throat. His grip on your face tightened painfully, and you could swear that the air around him was so hot that it burned your lungs. Forcing yourself to hold back the cough, you finally managed to mutter an answer.

“I… wanted to see it… again…”

He glared at you for a few seconds, as if processing your answer. Then, a grin. You silently thanked him for holding you down because you were sure your legs would get weak at this sight.

“You wanted to see THIS?” He removed his arm from your face to point in a circle at the scenery around you. 

You nodded in response.

“You followed me all the way here just to watch the world burn.”

You gave him a weak smile.

“And it’s… so… beautiful…”

You went with the hypogean after the town burned down. Framton, as you learned his name was, never actively sought or avoided your companionship - although he kept his travel pace human for most of the time. You were uncertain, but he seemed intrigued by you. And you yourself, remained around him willingly, completely blind of the danger thanks to the fiery light he seemed to emit. With this unusual relationship you two have formed, neither seemed sure as to how to progress. You both shared one love - the sight of burning flame, and you both found yourselves yearning for more, as the fire went out, with nothing left to consume; yet, you lacked the courage to seek a… different form of satisfaction. Lust for a hypogean was something unthinkable, even by your standards, and you had very little idea of whether or not he was even capable of reciprocating it. As a result, you forced your urges to remain hidden.

The fire he released on that day was greater than any before. Even the one back at your hometown paled in comparison. The flames spread out as far as you could see, and you were sure there were no survivors, as even you yourself struggled to stay conscious when the air around you burned faster than you could inhale it.

Yet, Framton seemed unsatisfied.

In fact, as the final flame went down, devoured by him, he seemed to be burning with fury.

“It’s NOT GOOD ENOUGH” he roared with rage, and you could swear that the very ground beneath your feet shook at the sound. “IT’S NEVER GOOD ENOUGH!”

A wave of flames emitted from his body, however, finding nothing to sustain itself on, it faded into the air. Another roar, and Framton went off, stomping loudly. 

By the time you caught up to him, he seemed calmer, although still dissatisfied. You kept silent, already used to his moods. It was best to not spark that flame again after it just went out.

The hypogean, however, had no interest in sitting quietly. He turned his face to you, as if seeking validation for his anger.

“So filthy… So WORTHLESS… This fire is NO GOOD AT ALL!”

Forcing yourself to remain calm, you stood your ground during his outburst, thinking of words that could console him; all to realize that you could not understand his plight.

“The fire seemed more beautiful than ever to me” You responded carefully. “Was it not to your liking?”

“My liking! This pitiful excuse for a fire! Had you seen what I’ve seen, tasted the flames that I’ve tasted! You would know then, how worthless all this fire is!” With a fiery spit Framon turned away, looking for something far beyond your gaze.

“Perhaps the worth is subjective. To me, this was the most beautiful fire I’ve ever seen. All that came before it pales in comparison.“ You paused, making sure your words did not aggravate him before you continued. “And perhaps you will also one day find a fire that burns even greater than the fires you’ve seen.”

He glared at you, as if pondering on your words, only for this wonderful, twisted grin to appear on his face yet again. 

“Perhaps… You’re right. “ He started making his way towards you, stopping only when there were barely a few inches between you two, grabbing your face with his hand. “Perhaps… There is a greater fire to be found.”

Before you knew it, you were down on the ashy ground, held down by Framton’s overwhelming strength, his body right on top of you. You could feel this immense heat, radiating all over your body, as he gently moved his hand across your skin. This moment did not last long, as his impatience got the best of him, and he forced his way into your mouth, his long tongue embracing yours, burning the inside of your mouth like an ember. You moaned,unsure whether from the pain or pleasure, and he finally pulled away from your mouth, giving you some breathing space. Not for long though, as he started making his way down your neck, leaving red, burning marks all the way down. His hand has made his way under your shirt, exploring the skin on your chest, occasionally stopping on your nipples, as if enjoying the whining noises you made when he did. Any doubts you may have had before, about him desiring you in the same way, as you desired him, were now gone, as you could feel his hard member on your groin, and hear his heavy panting between the marks he was leaving on your body. 

Despite the immense heat, you felt the chills on your back, as he whispered in your ear.