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Prompt #11: Drowning

Prompt 11: Free Write - FFXIV Write 2022 Characters: Rain, with Edarien (@thedarknesssings) Warnings: NSFW, M/M pairing, explicit content, implied asphyxiation, mention of blood. Notes: Happens directly after this.

Rain gave one last glance over his shoulder at Edarien’s sleeping form on the bed before he let the curtain fall closed and eased the door beyond it partially closed. Everything felt bleary still, and the heel of one of his palms lifted to rub against his mismatched eyes as he swatted out a hand to turn on the heating system attached to the tub. The rush of water from the faucet into the empty basin covered the sound of his movements, of bare feet padding against the warmed floor while he crossed it to pull himself down a set of towels from the shelves.

The memories of last nights dreams still lingered on the edge of his senses, like a phantom that didn’t want to be banished from his psyche. He could feel a sensation like remnant whispers against his skin. His eyes drifted shut for a moment, and he tried to filter out everything but the calming sound of water filling the tub.

He just needed a little while to breathe, that was all. To banish the fact that he felt heavy and weighed down. A pressure against his chest that reminded him all too much of drowning. His shoulders lifted and rolled back to straighten his spine and he dropped the pair of towels he’d fetched onto the side of the tub. He leaned forward to check that the motion and sounds in the bathroom hadn’t woken Edarien. Finding the mage still asleep, he finally set fingers to working on the ties of the loose pants that he wore to sleep in.

A tug drew the knot free, and sent them on a slide down his hips onto the floor. They fell into a pool at his feet that he wasted no time in stepping out of. A short stride and a quick step up and then subsequently down sank him into the steaming water on a soft hiss of breath. He was as quiet as motion would allow, sinking into the tub with care until he was submerged.

A hand reached for the faucet and the water cut abruptly, plunging the bathroom back into muted silence save for the low sigh that parted his lips. He eased further down into the water, long legs stretching until they covered the length of the tub, until the water rose and only his chin and face remained above it. The tub was massive, or most people would count it so. But somehow even all of that extra space for his limbs felt too cramped and too tight.

His gaze remained focused on the ceiling above him, where wood paneling gleamed in the light of the lanterns that illuminated the bathroom. He could have gone to his own. He perhaps should have gone to the bathroom adjacent to his own. But he was reluctant to go any further than the distance he was from the mage in the other room. Perhaps it was the oddity of his dreams propelling him into keeping himself as close to Dare as possible.

Perhaps it was the vague recollection of a hand easing down his arm when he woke in groggy discomfort earlier. It wasn’t the first time he had woken to the feeling of Edarien’s hand on his skin, easing fingertips across him. No, that had been regular the first few nights in his new existence, though he often pretended he didn’t notice. Merely shifted subtly in his sleep to ease closer.

Maybe even more than his dreams, it was the reminder of Dare’s hand on his skin that had him so tense, had such a pressure weighing him down. He had wrestled with bouts of desire as who he was before. With a burning passion that stayed constantly coiled at the center of his chest. He could have indulged it for days and not been satisfied. Rain was different. Rain was less like a wildfire and more like a storm.

For him, passion was not usually consuming, not usually distracting. For him, it built slowly like a bank of storm clouds. Churning and roiling as air currents clashed together–himself and Edarien–until his mind felt like it was nothing but the flash of lightning and the great shuddering crashes of thunder that shook the sky.

Rain was barely aware that he had slid further back up in the water until he was only partially submerged and water lapped across the hard planes of his abdomen. Not fully cognizant of it until one of his hands was traveling down his skin from where it had fallen across his stomach, drifting down towards the hardening length of him where it lay draped against one of his thighs. Mismatched eyes lidded as his hand wrapped around the base of himself, his head kicking back to rest against the edge of the tub as a groan welled up in his throat.

No, that building sensation was far better than he expected it to be, increasing the tightness in his chest and the sizzling burn that was arcing across manipulated flesh. His eyes fell closed on that first stroke, his hips rising to press himself through the tight passage of his own closed fist. The sound of the water around him was less quiet as it splashed against the inner walls of the tub.

When Edarien woke, he found the room quieter than usual, absent the soft sound of breathing that usually came from the floor beside his bed. With a heave the mage rolled beneath the bedding, easing his torso over the side so he could stare down at the floor where Rain usually lay. The bedding was put aside, and he might have considered that the Ishgardian had left early.

And then he heard the soft sound of a groan and splashing water from the bath. Ice eyes widened slightly and he turned himself suddenly to once more lie flat on his back on the bed. Rain was in the bath. Rain was in the bath and making noise. Quiet groans that could easily be discomfort. A continuation of the dreams that he’d had earlier? His awakening had been such an abrupt one in the early hours of morning when the room was still pitch black that for a moment, Edarien had worried about him.

It had passed when Rain had ultimately fallen asleep under the hand down his arm. But had something else happened? More dreams? Worse, problems? Some instability that he hadn’t accounted for? Another groaning sound came from the bath, along with the sound of water on the tub and his head lifted from where it had come to rest on his pillows. He should probably go and check on him. That was the responsible thing to do, wasn’t it?

“Rain?” His voice was still low, low enough that it should reach the man in the bath. And it might have, had Rain not been so thoroughly distracted by where his thoughts had taken him, and what his hands were doing to himself. When Dare’s name was called back to him, it was in that same low and rumbling groan, and though he’d been in the process of swinging off the bed to stand up and go and check on the man in the bath, he suddenly stilled, one foot on the floor, the other half dangling as though he’d been suddenly frozen.

“Dare,” he called a second time. The sound was sinful on his lips, hit the ears like velvet and eased its way down his skin in a way that had him clearing his throat. “Come and join me?” Dare’s second foot had just hit the floor and he’d pushed himself to stand when that invitation rang out. It knocked the air right out of him, and he stood there for a moment, silent, like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

Right, air in, air out, don’t turn red. His mind wandered to a conversation on the bench in the study and he stepped away from the bed, the silken sheets falling away behind him. He pulled the curtain aside and pushed the door to the bathroom further open. And had to remind himself a second time to breathe.

Rainimont lay sprawled against the back edge of the tub, facing the door. His hips were lifted, and Dare could see the head of his rigid cock sliding through the grip of his hand, palm working across the head of him, hips lifted just high enough to thrust himself up from the water, for the work of his hand to be visible. The rest of him was no less a sight; water running rivulets down his skin over straining muscle, lidded eyes fixed on him like he was something Rain wanted to sink his teeth into.

His eyes were sweeping around to take everything with such intensity that he barely registered the crook of fingers on the hand that beckoned him over. Blue eyes narrowed and he straightened, stepping over to his side as imperiously as his sleep rumpled state would allow. Whatever drowsiness lingered had quickly faded at the sight and sound of what was going on in the bath, and he stared down at Rain from above, forcing his gaze to remain on his face.

“I thought something was wrong.” His tone was chiding, rougher than he might have planned for it to be. Rain’s hand hadn’t stopped working himself over, and he’d lifted his eyes to focus on the mage’s face. Every time his hand worked some particular part of his shaft, every time pleasure hit a building peak and his eyes flared wider, Dare could see it. His teeth grit a little as he had to work to keep his gaze from prowling down lower. Not that Rain was making that particular feat easy on him.

“Something is.” Rain replied. He didn’t hesitate to reach for the mage who’d come closer, to slide a hand up to wrap around Edarien’s wrist and draw him in closer. Until he could splay that hand he’d grabbed against the center of his chest.

“My heart’s fit to burst, can’t you feel it?” Rain asked. Dare uttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse as his hand spread out across Rain’s skin, flattening there and pressing him down against the back wall of the bath. He hadn’t expected the sudden flare of heat in the other man’s eyes, though he should have expected the sudden snapping challenge in them, in the way that the hand on his wrist snaked upwards, latched around his shoulder and drug him down.

“I meant something serious.” The mage hissed at him. Dare’s hand planted on the back of the bath and he stood there, bowed over it, blue and black hair a curtain around his face where he’d been pulled down into such proximity over Rain. Ice blue eyes searched the teal and silver below him. He wanted something. Anything. Some sign of deception, some hint of potential betrayal. Anything that might give him a reason to step back out of this room and shut the door behind him.

“Is the way I want you not serious enough for you?” Rain asked. Damn him. All he found was bare and honest arousal that was focused so intently on him he was ready to curse. The hand on the back of the tub tightened, and he contemplated for just a moment climbing into the bath atop the other man. Why shouldn’t he? There were a dozen reasons to do so, and maybe a dozen more not to. The hand that was still holding Rain pressed down against the tub lifted under the resistance of his body pressing back up, the man attempting to rise up onto his knees.

He wasn’t going to drag Edarien down into the bath with him, but so long as the man was in such close proximity, so long as a hand was on him, he was going to make it as difficult to resist as he could. As if he didn’t already know the temptation he provided. He could have pulled back. He should have pulled back.

Instead he leaned further over, and put his lips to the edge of Rain’s ear, murmuring against the shell of it.

“Work yourself, Rain.” The words were so soft that Rain might not have believed he’d heard them until Dare’s splayed hand worked itself up, fingers curling around his throat, Dare’s thumb pressed against his chin so he could angle his head further back, until the back of it came to rest against the back of the tub. “Until you burst.”

He’d expected a lot from Edarien’s presence in the bathroom with him. Had hoped that maybe the mage would crawl into the tub with him, though he knew that was wishful thinking. What he hadn’t expected was the whisper against his ear, the hand at his throat tipping his head back. The trace of a tongue along the edge of his ear in the wake of those words.

Rain’s hips bucked and the work of his palm across his length became almost frantic, a pumping rhythm that Dare’s quietly commanding words did nothing to discourage or quell. Edarien was poignantly aware of the building storm in Rain, of the arousal straining at his own night clothing. He had precisely one chance to keep control of this, and his gaze turned to trace down the entirety of Rain’s body below him.

If he wanted him, he could have him, and he knew it. If Rain asked any more insistently, he’d be more than tempted to simply join him in the tub. Instead, the Ishgardian beneath him was being calculated, even in an arousal so heady that he was struggling to control his every breath. Though Dare’s hand was on his throat, they were circling one another, waiting to see who bent and who broke first. Who crossed the invisible lines that lay between them like a woven net.

Something else took the strings they had one another wrapped in and gave them both a vicious tug when the hand that Rain had gripped his shoulder with instead slid up to tangle into blue black hair and Dare found himself anchored in place, as readily as he himself had anchored Rain. He couldn’t help the smile that curled onto his face as black spread across his eyes like a shadow, until the whites of them had faded out of sight.

Rain was like a feast of sensation, and Edarien was going to consume it all down. One monster devouring another. His husband was reaching the end of his tether, and he finally drug his gaze back up to Rain’s face, to stare at him once more. Hunger bottomed out the core of Rain, left him hollow, and when he saw the shifted change of Dare’s eyes he surged upwards to seal their mouths together on the barked out curse of his name.

The whole of him burned alive where he lay, anticipation tormenting him until frustration boiled into release and lightning sparked along his nerves, the force of it making his vision go white. Edarien gave as good as he got, teeth sharp against Rain’s lips, until blood trickled sweet and hot into both of their mouths.

Rain never drew back, didn’t pull back until the last stroke of his hand ceased, until he’d poured the whole of himself out, and breathing demanded that he gasp for air. He dropped his lips away from Edarien’s, unsurprised to see the red that stained his lips, not doubting for a second that both of them had been painted red in that brutally forceful kiss.

“Join me.” Rain invited him a second time, the words insistent. “Or at least let me help bring you to the same.” Dare stared down at him in what was almost confusion while the shadows in the room lengthened. He opened his mouth to reply, the hand on Rain’s throat sliding down towards the water. What ultimately stilled him wasn’t Rain himself. Or even his own mind.

It was the sharp knock on the door to the bed chamber, jerking his head up and away, giving a hiss as Rain’s fingers disentangled themselves from his hair. Whatever else he might have said dying on his tongue as he shoved away from the tub, straightening to march out into the bedroom.

He needed wine. He needed distance. He needed to get far enough away from the bathroom door that the sound of Rain moving through the water didn’t continue to echo in his ears. Far enough that the man’s soft but frustrated laughter no longer followed him.

Fuck.

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kirstenvldfan21 · 2 years

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Amnesia-The universal reset button.

The prequel to the first part.

When the Council had found out that Count Dooku was trying to get his hands on a sith holocron and both he and Ventress were going. They immediately called Obi-wan and Anakin. As they had the most experience with Dooku, it made the most sense to send them. So they gathered the men and took off after them. It had taken them three weeks to get to Pluto. A small deeply forested planet on the edge of wild space that was home to a very odd sith temple. Well, no one could figure out if was a sith or jedi temple, it hadn't really been visited since a few years before the war, and the team that had gone came back with nightmares. They spent a year with the mind healers and still had some issues.

SO they get to the planet, they land, and instead of fighting droids like they expected, they had to fight literal monsters. The temple was carved into a mountain on the other side of the forset. There were odd packs of wolves and large tooka-like animals, there were so many bears, and at least a hundred triggers. Then there was some kind of karken dragon!

It was the worst!!!! And when they got to the temple, not only do they run into Dooku and Ventress but they all have to work together to solve a force-dammed logic puzzle of all things just to open the damn door! But not the front door, No! It opens a trap door, where it drops them into huge circular cages that split them up into groups, and they travel down a set of tracks.

By the time they stopped Anakin felt like he needed to throw up. They're sore, they're tired, and all very done. It felt as if this whole place just wanted everyone to go away.

Once Anakin can see straight he decides that this place is on the same level of distaste as Tatooine. He lifts his head and looks around. While the cage is large he notices that His padawan and Rex are missing and so is Ventress. He, Obi-wan, Cody, and Dooku are all together. Great.

He knows that his padawan is fine but at the same time he is worried. The last time they were in a sith temple, Everything had gone wrong. And it seems no matter what they did on this mission everything was just going to go wrong again. There was no way that this was just a coincidence. Unfortunately, they had all agreed that working together would be the best just to get out of the temple. And if they ran into the object in question they would fight it out like normal. Just everyday Sith versus Jedi stuff. At this point, Anakin would welcome it with open arms!

So they walked around looking for Ahsoka, Rex, and Ventress. While doing this they found a huge swimming pool, an archive 10x bigger than the one in the temple, a room full of crafting supplies, a home theater, a huge kitchen with a refrigerator twice the room's size, it was as if someone was actually living here. A closet the size of Padme's apartment on Coruscant, sixteen floors of toys, and a 100,000-step staircase.

That had taken two hours to climb.

"When we find whatever it is that we need, can we just, like flip a coin or something? Please? I don't think I'll have any energy to fight Master."

"This place does seem to be made to tire people out sir."

"Kenobi, I will do that coin toss. To hell with swinging my saber around."

"Yes. We'll fight over it another day. Coin toss." They're resting at the top of the stairs when they finally meet up with Ashoka, Rex, and Ventress. They're standing in front of a door working on another puzzle to open it. It's not a logic puzzle this time, it's a riddle. Above the door, written in curling basic.

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

According to Ashoka, they've been here for half an hour trying to guess the answer. They pass around water and some ration bars while they brainstorm between them. It takes another 15 minutes before they get the answer. It was a map. Honestly, it shouldn't have taken them so long to get that as it did but hey. The temple was way more complicated than most and their brains are tired after everything. When the door opens and they can see the Holocron Ventress and Dooku look at them and they look back, trying to decide if they really want to fight but the temple chose for them.

the floor underneath their feet rises and slams them into the room activating the guards. It takes them a few seconds to activate their sabers and jump into the fray. Even though they were tired, the room had practically forced them to fight for their lives.

There were seven of them and 10 guards but the guards were robots who seemed to know every type of fighting style. It became a free for all. Even though they were exhausted, the bots just wouldn't stop. Really it wasn't anyone's fault that no one noticed that he had been slammed into the Holocron. But then he screamed and everything went dark.

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