#swissphantom

"Swiss." Aeon repeats, narrows his eyes a bit as he watches Swiss roll out his shoulders as if preparing to pull himself to his full height, "I really think you should listen to me."

Swiss grins at that, wide and eerie, with his helmet still on he knows it looks intimidating, his teeth sharp now that they're away from prying eyes. "Or what?"

Aeon's eyes flare gold for a moment and he squares his shoulders and steps into Swiss's space, not quite chest to chest, but enough so with Swiss still not standing at his full height. "I think you'll want to listen to me," he says.

He keeps his voice even, still gentle and unassuming as the space around him shifts and then, Swiss's nostrils flare, picking up the distinct scent of decay and mud; the tell-tale sign of Aeon's magic manifesting.

Swiss's pupils dilate, and the taller ghoul exhales somewhat shakily as the cool tendrils of magic find their way up his bare forearms, "Oh, so it's like that, huh?" He asks, no bite in his words even as he snaps his teeth in Aeon's direction.

"Just like that," Aeon says with a little laugh, tilting his head to the side as he fixes Swiss with a look, sweet and unassuming, "Now, how about you get on your knees for me, big guy."

He goes, oh so easily then, as if being pulled down by Aeon's magic still touching his arms, finding solace in the cool touch as it travels towards his rolled up sleeves, settling in the crook of his arms, wrapping loosely around his elbows.

Swiss has a little bit of everything in him, truly at one with his multi-ghoul status, though he runs as warm as a fire ghoul despite being from the same part of the pits as Cumulus and Cirrus—Aeon's magic, the quintessence part of him is cold, almost icy to the touch, a kiss of death despite his warm demeanor.

He shivers as it tightens around him, the stark contract of sensations making him gasp, clench his fingers into the loose material of his pants where his hands rest on his thighs. "Now that you have me here, what do you want, huh?"

Aeon steps back a bit, though his magic stays in place, and if Swiss were to look hard enough, beyond the glamour, he'd see it—Aeon's magic manifesting as vines, dark green almost black, nearly translucent, curling around him, coming from somewhere just behind Aeon, as if they're part of him.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like this," Aeon says easily, circling around Swiss like a predator, and there's another tendril of magic, cold even through the thickness of Swiss's shirt, winding it's way up his chest.

Swiss shivers, the closures on his vest and the buttons on his undershirt opening with just a careful flick of Aeon's wrist.

"Dew and I were talking, you know. He told me about your thing, said something about how you like to feel small sometimes." Aeon comes to a stop in front of him again, arms behind his back, his feet shoulder width apart, he's not very imposing really.

Doesn't have the height of an earth ghoul or the bulk of a quintessence ghoul, but what he lacks in that, he makes up for with the subtlety of his actions, the careful way he touches things, how he commands his magic, the quiet dominance that sometimes seeps out of him.

Swiss has never been more intrigued and confused by a ghoul before.

There's a sudden rush of cold, burning as it seals over his nipple and Swiss gasps loudly, fangs lengthening, his sharp nails catching in the fabric of his pants, ripping through the material.

A side effect of magic use, of catching Swiss off guard enough for his glamour to slip away.

"Aether mentioned how you always went to him when you needed it. Told me the signs to look for when you were getting close." He steps closer, and like this, he barely towers over Swiss. Just enough to make a difference.

Aeon's mouth is still covered by the balaclava and Swiss feels light headed at the fact that he can't even be assed enough to do more than remove his helmet before getting Swiss down to his knees.

Aeon's eyes go gold again, bright and almost blinding and Swiss feels cold seep in around him, penetrating through his clothes and down to his skin—it burns a bit, in the same way that Aether's touch does; something he'd been missing since the new tour started.

"I bet you're thinking of him now, aren't you?" Aeon asks casually, nudging the toe of his boot against the space between Swiss' knees, "Quintessence ghoul taking care of the hot-tempered multi-ghoul," he smiles, and even though Swiss can't see anything other than the outline of his lips, he knows that Aeon's baring his fangs too, can hear the subtle lisp in his voice.

Swiss hisses, bares his teeth at him even as he's shifting his knees apart to let Aeon work his boot between them proper, and then, the coldness settles over him like a blanket, thick and heavy at his back as if he were being held from behind.

He melts into it, a low chirp falling from his lips before he can really help it; the pressure so reminiscent of Aether's weight at his back—there's no physical presence, but if he closes his eyes, he can almost feel Aether there.

"Good boy," Aeon murmurs, stepping even closer until the toe of his boot is pressed against where Swiss needs it most.

Then, there's hands, skin warm to the touch as they cradle Swiss's face in them, "Aether sends his love," Aeon murmurs, sounding incredibly fond, "He entrusted me to take care of you while we're away, and I'm going to do that."

He's so matter of fact about it that Swiss has to turn his head and kiss Aeon's palm, breathing heavily against his skin when the kiss ends.

"He teach you these magic tricks?" Swiss asks when he's able to find his voice, though it does something weird at the end when Aeon nudges his boot forward into where he's hot and wet, it makes his hips jolt, chasing the pressure when Aeon moves away.

Aeon rubs his thumb along Swiss' jaw, petting where his glamour is fading away and revealing the line of lavender downy feathers just under his ear, "I'm quintessence, baby," he murmurs, "He didn't have to teach me anything."

A sound, something like the trill of a songbird leaves Swiss's throat and he tilts his head into Aeon's touch as he rolls his body forward, once again finding the pressure of Aeon's boot, his hand reaching out to claw at the leather wrapped around his ankle.

"Never been good at the healing part of quintessence, and Aether knows that. Didn't really focus on any of that. But I'm really good with temperature change, with pressure," As he says this, Swiss feels another tendril of magic, further it's way up his chest, carefully slithering around his throat, "There's not much to teach when it comes to using these things for pleasure," he murmurs, tilting Swiss's head up so he can watch the way the multi-ghoul's eyes go hazier as he commands his magic to increase.

A moan fights its way out of Swiss's mouth, a breathless plea of his name as his hips jerk back and forth in a shaky, unsteady rhythm.

"I know you're thinking of him now, aren't you?" Aeon asks, dragging the pad of his thumb over Swiss's lower lip, "Wishing he were here with you. Keeping you like this."

When the magic releases from Swiss's throat, he inhales loudly, heavily, big gasping breaths as he claws at Aeon's boot. He wants to bury his face against Aeon's knee, take his pleasure right then and there while Aeon's magic courses around him—he knows he can't though. Not like this. Not when the ball is in Aeon's court and Swiss is just trying to play the game.

"Aeon," Swiss says when he's able to get his mouth to work beyond breathing, "Aeon, fuck. What are you doing to me?"

"Taking care of you," Aeon murmurs, nudging his boot harder against Swiss, "Giving you what you need. You've been acting out so much lately, even Papa's noticed. He's the one who came to me, by the way. Asked if I knew what was going on with you."

Swiss can hear the smile in his voice, the press of a thumb against his lower lip, dragging spit across it, "Fuck. Fuck."

There's shame, hot and heavy, mixed in with his arousal now—he had been getting a bit out of hand recently, bad enough that Copia had noticed. Had gone to Aeon about it.

"It's okay though," Aeon says pleasantly, and then he's sliding his fingers up and into Swiss's hair, massaging his scalp with careful movements, "Papa was just concerned, that's all. I think you should thank him later, when this is all over. For being so vigilant and looking out for your wellbeing. Bringing this to my attention so quickly."

Swiss moans, loud again, now that he can finally bury his face against Aeon's knee, even as he humps the toe of his boot, cheeks flushed with a constellation of colors.

It's quiet then, for a few blissful minutes, Swiss is floating, surrounded by the coldness of quintessence magic, surrounded by the scent of decay and mud and the simmering burn of Aeon's own arousal so heavy here close to where he knows Aeon's hard.

"Do you want to come?" Aeon's voice carries through his cloudy thoughts a bit later, and Swiss perks up a bit, his focus on his own rhythm shifting as he suddenly realizes just how desperate he is to come.

"Please," Swiss says, claws scratching against leather as he fucks his hips faster, harder against where the thick toe of Aeon's boot sits, snarling as he feels the pressure build.

Aeon's quiet for a moment, letting Swiss struggle, chasing a high that just won't come to him, before he's sliding his hands down, curling around his jaw, lifting his head from where it rests against his knee.

"There you are," Aeon murmurs, thumbing over the lavender downy feathers under both of Swiss's ears, "Come for me," he whispers, eyes warm and bright. "Come for me Swiss, you've earned it."

Swiss is sure he blacks out for a moment, his vision going white as he shudders through an orgasm so strong he's unable to really hold himself up—not that it matters, because Aeon's magic surges up around him, still cold but no longer overbearingly so, cradling him so gently it brings tears to Swiss's eyes.

He's making a noise, trying to say Aeon's name the next time he becomes fully aware of his surroundings, but Aeon's shushing him, dropping down to his own knees now and drawing Swiss into his arms, warm against his front as cool pressure settles against his back.

Swiss thinks, if he focuses hard enough, he may be able to see the tangle of quintessence vines again coming from somewhere in Aeon's lower back, pulsing and moving as if they're living and breathing.

Aeon presses a kiss into Swiss's hair, murmuring softly to him.

"I feel better now," Swiss manages, sometime later and it draws a laugh out of Aeon who grins at him and leans down to press a messy and off center kiss to Swiss's mouth.