The night slowly crept up on the pair of men as they sat snuggly within the older man's cottage. Sir Umbra tended to Sion's wounds and nursed him back to health, though at times things seemed little more serious than they should have. Slowly, Sion began to wake up. Against all odds and against the blood-loss, Sion rose up from the iron clasp of death's hands. His chest heaving slowly with the air that filled his lungs.
He took a moment to gaze down at himself and lifted his arms above his head.
"What..? Where am I?"
With the ending of his short sentence, he found himself looking upon Sir Umbra. His eyes caught his beard, then trails down to his powerful chest and arms. Slowly, Sion began to blush as his blood rushed to his face and…another part of his body. His heart felt a rush as his left hand found itself over his bandaged chest. Pain would be irrelevant in the presence of such a good looking older man.
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"Sion, Thank the gods you're alright. I was so worried about you." Sir Umbra spoke softly as to not stir the male further. His deep red eyes gazed Sion up and down as he made his way over to him. Slowly, he lowered himself to sit next to the smaller male. A hand reaching up and lightly touching his forehead.
"You were close to bleeding out. Luckily, I was able to help you recover with a little bit of.." Sir Umbra didn't finish the sentence as he slowly lifted his hand from Sion's forehead. Strings of red mist slowly formed a bridge between his palm and the skin of Sion. It was magic, some of the darkest form yet purest of essence.
"You did amazing out there. I saw you. You were beautiful." Sir Umbra's voice continued. "I came to congratulate your victory over that brute. But then I saw you standing with that vicious man, Ohta. I'm so sorry I didn't interfere.." Sir Umbra's voice trailed off slowly. His head followed the note in his voice as it began to hang in shame.
Sion's hand slowly found its way to Sir Umbra's bearded chin, lifting the man's head and meeting his gaze.
"It's quite alright. I'm okay I promise. Thanks to you, I feel even better than I did when I fought." It was an obvious lie, but Sion couldn't stand to see the man before him hang his head in such shame. "Plus, it's best that you don't involve yourself. I'm sure he has some sort of control over you and your mother as well. I'm just ever so thankful you found me." His breath and voice were soft as his hand caressed the man's jawline. He had never been this close to Sir Umbra before. They only ever spoke. Never touched. But this moment they shared, they wanted it to last.
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Sir Umbra's crimson irises stared at Sion's golden gaze. He was always a smooth man with his tongue, yet he found himself speechless. He was enthralled in Sion's eyes. A whimper almost leaving the man. The two shared a moment of quiet intimacy. Sion was like an Archdemon to a lowly imp.
"Stand for me.." Sion's voice rang softly like a gentle bell in the older man's mind. Sir Umbra could not help but stand at the gentle command. He towered over Sion. Their gazes not breaking for a moment. Even as Sion's hand slowly trailed down Sir Umbra's well defined body, only to stop at the waistband.
"You know...Sir. You have always been an attractive man.." Sion's voice spilled from his plush lips like the thickest of honey. Sion's eyes then slowly trailed down the man's body. Umbra was clearly older than a few thousand years. In that time, he kept a well maintained physique. His arms were large like his chest. His stomach was small and his hips were slutty with how small they were. Even in plain clothing. Sion could tell just how much muscle the 6 foot man had. How powerful he was despite his humble demeanor.
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"Call me Mira.." Umbra spoke softly. His body trembled with Sion's touch. The important thing, which he spoke of earlier that day, now lay dormant in his mind as nothing more than a footnote at this moment. "Please… I want to hear you say my name…" Mira stepped closer. His lower stomach almost pressed into Sion's nose. Mira couldn't help but stare down at him. He was a beautiful man. His lips looked as though they were clouds sitting atop one another. The urge that filled the demon was primal. His crimson pools began to glow faintly, in familiarity.
Sion felt his body beginning to submit. His hand dancing and toying with the waistband of Mira's pants as he held some restraint. It felt right. It felt…natural. If this was a sin, then Sion was the filthiest of them all. How could he not crave this big and strong man. His eyes gazed into Mira's as he stood over him in dominance. The pleading of Mira's deep voice nearly drove him over the edge.
"Mira…" Sion mused as his right hand lifted Mira's shirt just enough for his lips to meet the man's skin. Sion could see the pleasure in Mira's eyes as he made contact. Sion practically whimpered.