Abyss

Chapter 4: Flames

Ayve had drifted off to sleep in Pheus’ arms. For a while, his companion lay awake, enjoying the sweet weight that rested on his chest. No one ever had lain with him like that. People usually approached him for a quick tête à tête, and then they were gone. On the other hand, when had he ever spent so much time with anyone? His mind had hardly been able to think about anything but his little sexual fantasies revolving around Ayve. He smirked and pressed his lips on the warm forehead of the delicate man.

Eventually, he dozed off, too.

Ayve awoke because the lower parts of his body were cold. Pheus’ scent engulfed him, though the bed was cold beside him. He opened his eyes. The tent was empty. It was a strange feeling, lying half naked. Ayve was used to always wearing something. He sat up. Something wet stuck to his legs. A bit of dried wetness still clung to his hand.

Steps came closer outside. A hide was pushed back, and Pheus entered with a frozen piece of meat. Seeing him brought some of the night’s feelings back. Pheus smiled at him. Ayve smiled back.

He eyed his hand once more. “Is this supposed to happen?” he asked insecurely.

Pheus put the food aside and sat down next to Ayve. “Yes.”

Ayve could not avert his eyes from the other man. Despite the cold, he just sat there staring into those green eyes that suddenly felt so familiar. His gaze drifted over the thickly clad body, whose embrace had felt so good, and landed on Pheus’ crotch.

Pheus smiled. It was a warmer smile than before, wasn’t it? It was not one of Pheus’ cold smirks that were meant to repel him. It just showed that Pheus felt the same about their last night.

Ayve felt attracted, somehow, by his gentle face, those tantalising lips. He wanted to be close to him again, wanted the warmth of his touch. He looked shyly at Pheus as he moved forward. Tentatively, his lips met Pheus’. When he felt Pheus purse his lips in expectancy, when he felt Pheus’ lips envelope his own, something warm poured into his stomach. It felt so right!

Ayve heard Pheus give out a low growl as his tongue darted into his mouth. His feelings overwhelmed Ayve. He could not have described the sensation if he had tried. Without any thought on it, Ayve’s member stirred again. He could not fathom why this happened; the only thing he knew was that he yearned with all his being for this sensation to continue.

Warm hands cupped his butt cheeks and kneaded them. Ayve’s breath hitched. Pheus had been right – it felt indescribably good to be touched. One of Pheus’ fingers slipped lower, massaging the small space between his anus and his testicles (not that Ayve had any name for these parts of his body). Ayve grasped Pheus’ shoulders and whimpered quietly in delight.

Eager to proceed, he fumbled at Pheus’ trousers until they were low enough to reveal his sex. Ayve found it already erect. Pheus’ hands shuttled in big circles between his bottom and his back. Ayve arced into the soft caresses. Somehow, he especially enjoyed Pheus’ finger brushing over his round butt cheeks.

Ayve broke off the kiss to look down as he started to stroke Pheus’ member. The skin was a little dry at first and he feared to hurt him, but after brushing over Pheus’ glans a few times, Ayve’s hand grew wet and took up speed. Pheus rested an arm lightly on his shoulders and went on kneading his butt with the other hand. Ayve listened to his unsteady breath and watched in fascination how his member turned darker and bigger as he stroked it. Only from touching Pheus, his own desire grew. He desperately wanted Pheus to touch his arousal.

Ayve looked up and saw that Pheus had closed his eyes. His lips were slightly parted to take in breath. “Faster. Tighten your grip,” they murmured. Pheus’ hips started pushing his member into Ayve’s hand. Ayve followed his demands. Pheus’ breath grew heavier, his movements needier. Finally, his grip on Ayve’s shoulder tightening, the white, creamy fluid came out of the tip of Pheus’ erection. At first there shot a few droplets an inch or two into the air; then some more streamed out like white honey. Ayve watched it mesmerised.

Pheus pulled him closer and kissed him. Ayve’s arousal collided with Pheus’ clothing. He whimpered. Pheus chuckled into their kiss and seized Ayve’s butt once more to rub Ayve’s loins against his belly.

After a while, Pheus directed him onto the bed. “Close your eyes,” Pheus whispered into his ear before he retreated. Ayve was excited, since he knew that it was his turn to be pleasured, now. He became aware of the coldness again as he lay there. Pheus seized his ankles and moved his legs apart. His hands moved slowly from Ayve’s feet over his lower legs, to his knees, grazed his thighs, and finally rested on his hips. One hand seized his arousal.

Ayve felt a warm fluid touch the tip of his member and run down on it. He inhaled deeply. Something drew small circles on his glance. His hips were eager to move up, but Ayve managed to control them. The soft circling touch on the tip of his hard member was joined by a gentle kneading of his testicles. Added to that, rhythmically every three circles Pheus’ hand would stroke Ayve’s penis once.

Ayve felt the urge to beg for more, but he trusted Pheus. Circle, circle, circle, stroke. He licked his lips. Circle, circle, circle, stroke. A few passionate tears formed in his eyes. Circle, circle, circle, stroke. His butt cheeks contracted, both because of the cold and the lust in his loins. Circle, circle, circle, stroke. With a stifled moan, he climaxed.

They lay together in companionable silence for a few moments. “Would you mind lighting a fire?” Pheus finally asked.

Ayve smiled and got up. He wrapped a hide about his naked lower body and moved over to the wood. Pheus had already produced a new pile of splinters. Funny as it was, Ayve even found it easier to concentrate on his task in his freshly sated state, despite it all being so new and confusing. He felt lighter somehow, as if a heavy weight or a dark longing had been taken from him. He felt whole, as if he had finally been given what he had always been missing. Perhaps that was the case. Perhaps Pheus was right saying it was strange not to touch each other.

When the flames had grown, he put a few larger chunks of wood on the pile.

Spontaneously, he went out into the cold, seized a few hands of snow, and rubbed himself clean. Then he hurried back inside.

Pheus chuckled at the sight and handed him his clothes. While Ayve quickly dressed, Pheus followed his example. Afterwards he cut the meat into handy pieces and roasted them over the fire.

“Some of the snow has melted away already. With a bit of luck we can move on tomorrow,” Pheus observed.

Ayve nodded, a faint smile on his face. Pheus put a piece of meat into his mouth and kissed him on his lips. Somehow the last night had also melted the last ice between them.

They had spent another quiet day together. Ayve had finished patching his trousers, they had roasted the rest of the meat so it would last a few more days, and the next morning they took down the tent. They spread the remains of the fire, put branches on the place so they would not leave any obvious traces (apart from their footsteps), and set out again.

The snow cover was still thick, but the huge snowdrifts were gone. The travelling was tiresome nonetheless. The silent marches through the empty landscape left Ayve enough time to deal with his new feelings. In a way, he was glad they had been able to set out again. He was not used to being cooped up like that with another person. His new found closeness to Pheus was wonderfully intense, yet it had threatened to grow too intense. Ayve was a loner, after all.

In the evenings, after they had erected the tent, Ayve aided Pheus in training his telekinetic power, and Pheus in return taught him some additional words of his tongue. At some point they agreed on switching completely to that language since Ayve needed to learn it. That led to many silent moments in which Ayve tried to find the right expression and many cheerful moments in which Pheus chuckled amusedly about a sentence that either made no sense at all or contained a meaning that was miles away from what Ayve was trying to say.

Ayve looked forward to the nights. Not each sundown was a forerunner of sexual intercourse. Just lying in Pheus’ arms and hearing his breath was calmative. However, Ayve could not deny that he enjoyed Pheus’ passionate, demanding manner of making love to him. They had soon shed all restraints. Ayve found he loved to burry his hands in Pheus’ hair, to seize it while Pheus held him in a forceful embrace, their naked limbs entwining with each other, their warm skin touching. There were nights when Ayve had problems falling asleep because his lips were swollen and bruised from Pheus’ kisses and playful bites.

The way Pheus claimed him, the manner in which he wanted Ayve, gave Ayve the feeling of having found home for the first time. Of course he was emotionally attached to his father, of course he was emotionally attached to the area he had grown up in, but Pheus was different, purer. Pheus solely wanted him, without any conditions.

As the spring sent its first heralds, Pheus managed to light his first fire. They had built up their tent a little earlier than usual, so that it was still broad daylight. The next morning they were going to have to cross a river.

Pheus had that special sharpness that Ayve knew by then indicated sexual desire in his eyes as he watched Ayve pile the wood on his first self-made flames. He erased the gap between them and murmured into Ayve’s ear, “I want to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” Ayve asked, the faint curl of his lips giving away that he had very precise ideas what ‘celebrating’ meant in Pheus’ mind even though ‘celebrating’ was no term that was known to him.

“Yes,” Pheus murmured, his eyes glued to Ayve’s lips. “I’d like to reward myself and show my gratefulness to you.” He closed his eyes, moved his chin forward, and offered the tip of his tongue. A sigh escaped him when Ayve’s tongue touched it. He enjoyed the innocent play of the moist, warm, soft flesh, his thoughts and the feeling in his loins anything but innocent.

Pheus had been dreaming of something for ages, but some strange liability to self-torture had told him to stall it. “Undress,” he demanded seductively. The air was still fresh, but in comparison to the temperatures in winter it was enjoyable.

He started to undress as well, but did not take his eyes off his lover. They drifted over the slim body, caressed the small, tight butt, and finally settled on the most desired part of the beautiful man’s body. Who cared for a woman if he could have this perfection?

Ayve stood naked and waited for him to take the next move. Every now and again he had initiated physical contact between them, but it was apparent that he enjoyed being directed by Pheus. He seemed to bathe in Pheus’ attention.

Pheus embraced him. They just stood next to the fire, their bodies pressed against each other. The nymph enjoyed these simple things, Pheus had noticed. The long, thin fingers of one hand moved lightly over his back, the other hand rummaged in Pheus’ black mane. Pheus would never have admitted it to himself, but being with Ayve was about more than just sex. It felt good on a deeper level.

He sank onto his knees, surprising Ayve. His gaze landed on Ayve’s member. Endless times he had imagined what it would feel like to lick the soft, sensitive skin. His mouth filled with saliva. Eagerly, he put his lips over the tip of Ayve’s arousal. He felt his lover shiver and bent the corners of his mouth in a smile. Then he closed his eyes and took in Ayve’s whole length. He felt Ayve’s back arc, and a hand was placed on the back of his head. It thrilled him.

Hungrily, his tongue moved over the hot, firm flesh. Ayve was so fresh, so pure. He was the only one who had ever shared this kind of intimacy with him; that made Ayve special for Pheus.

Small noises escaped his lover as he pleasured him. Pheus’ mouth was filled by his taste, the softness of his flesh; his nostrils were filled with Ayve’s scent. Even though it was his first time doing this to someone else, Pheus knew from having received that treat himself plenty of times already what he had to do to bring Ayve to the climax. An inexplicable possessiveness streamed through his body as Ayve’s seed flooded his mouth.

Misty eyed, he gazed up at his lover and motioned for him to come down.

Ayve knelt in front of him.

He took possession of his mouth and pushed him onto his back so he could place himself above Ayve. He fixed Ayve’s arms with his hands and kissed him passionately, playfully biting his lower lip every now and again. Ayve once more was like wax in his hands, bathing in his attention.

Finally, he moved until his hips rested over Ayve’s face. His lover’s eyes were closed. Carefully, he moved his wet glans over the soft, swollen lips beneath it. Ayve parted them willingly and welcomed Pheus inside.

Of course, Ayve did not have the technical knowledge and was very cautious therefore, but perhaps that was what made the experience special. In any way, Pheus could not get enough of the feeling and tried to stall his climax as long as possible. Lightness spread from his stomach through his whole body as he finally came.

He kissed Ayve who looked at him uncertainly, and held him tightly. The fire warmed them as they lay together.

A few weeks and endless nights later, they reached the foot of a mountain range. They had seen it from a distance for a few days already. Pheus had told Ayve in the morning that they were going to reach the lair of his family the next evening.

He lit a fire and roasted the remains of a rabbit they had caught over it. “We should go hunting, tomorrow, before we turn home, to contribute to the family’s supply,” he stated.

Ayve merely made a high clicking sound, more or less the last left-over of his own tongue, and fixed a chunk of wood with his eyes to make it fly into the fire.

Pheus looked at him darkly. “There is one thing I would like to ask of you.”

Ayve looked at him interestedly.

“Don’t demonstrate that powers in front of anyone but me. I mean, don’t show my family how much better you are at this in comparison to me – it will get me into trouble.”

Ayve looked puzzled. “Into trouble? Why? Because of your father?”

Pheus nodded and looked away. “I told you how ambitious he is when it comes to his children. I’ve been one of his favourites so far, and you are right in guessing that this fire trick will please him, but only as long as he has nothing to compare it to…” He glanced back up at Ayve.

“I see.” Ayve went over to him and kneeled down behind Pheus to embrace him.

Pheus, however, pushed his arms gently aside and got up. He put a few metres’ distance between them and stood at the brim of the circle of light the campfire spread around itself, his arms crossed. “We need to stop that, too. My father strictly forbids such things.”

Ayve frowned. “You said it was a normal thing to do! Why would he forbid it?”

Pheus’ stare was intense as he looked over to Ayve. “He does not generally forbid it. He only wants his sons to be intimate with women, however. He wants us to procreate. What the two of us have is unacceptable in his eyes. I’d rather die than be rendered to his mercy in case we are caught.”

“But…” Ayve felt the urge to fight. “I don’t want this to end!”

Pheus could see the dismay in his face. To see him like that in the face of the end of their affair had an extreme effect on him. On the one hand, his ego was immensely pleased to see how much he meant to the nymph, and on the other hand he was mad and disappointed himself that this had to end. Yet there was nothing to do about it, and it was best not to whine. That led to nothing. “It has to,” he answered determinedly.

Ayve kneeled on the floor perplexedly for a few moments. Then he got up and approached Pheus. He put a hand on Pheus’ chest.

Pheus gazed at him reprimanding.

“One last night. We’re not yet there,” Ayve whispered in a way that sent shivers over Pheus’ back.

Nonetheless he removed Ayve’s hand and stepped away once more. “It’s not far. It could well be that one of them hunts in this area and sees us.”

“At night?” Ayve asked sharply.

“We always hunt at night. The only reason I journeyed at daytime was because there are less dangerous animals active at that time.” He seized a bit of the meat and withdrew into the tent to end the discussion.


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