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It's so strange, being back.

Ishgard hasn't changed in hundreds of years, strange to think it would have changed since he'd been here last, but then, everywhere else he'd been has changed just in the time he's been there. So it's strange to be walking streets he knows from his childhood but with eyes that are so different.

Beside him, Emmanelain chatters on about the different facets of city life. He had made sure Haurchefant knew to petition his former family with as much discretion as possible. They, of course, had simply said their son had died and they were certain some fugitive from Uldah couldn't be him anyway. He hadn't expected any differently. He feels like that person is dead and he breathes on as someone wholly different anyway, but it's strange, to be being shown around the place he grew up in by a member of one of the High Houses, someone his parents would have killed for him to be friends with just a few short years earlier, as though he were a stranger to this place.

He has always been a stranger to this place.

Dressed in Gridanian fashion and tanned lightly by the sun, he doesn't expect there's anyone here who would recognize him. He'd been barely more than a ghost when he left, hardly a warrior of anything. But as they pass through the Jeweled Croizer and Emmanelain gets caught up talking to some girl he's been trying to woo, there's a sudden, strange sensation at the back of his head, something like and unlike the Echo, and he turns, eyes scanning the busy street for... something. Someone.

(For some reason, unbidden, he remembers the night of the Calamity, giant pieces of some other part of Eorzea raining from the sky..

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Stars, Thanatos has no idea what's going on. He's more open than Phillip, freer with his thoughts and emotions both, but even so no one has ever seemed to be able to read him as quickly as this. He thinks he knows who must have made this familiar, because there's only one person who knows his body even half this well and luck seems a poor explanation. (Not to mention that creating a familiar who knows how to make love to him seems like something Azem would do.)

The gentleness of the kiss makes him let out a whimper, a soft and aching plea without begging and further showing Gustavain just how thoroughly he's pleasing the young Ancient. The slight withdrawal makes the first brush of tongues all the sweeter, Thanatos's hands finding firmer grip as he tilts his body up into it.

Oh. Oh he wants more of that desperately. He's always loved pleasing his partners, whatever role that's required him to take or act he's required to perform. He has his own preferences, of course, but almost none of them get him to a fever pitch so fast as this, seeing someone arch in a pleasure he's created, voice their enjoyment at his touch.

Every soft noise Thanatos makes gets a low, answering one, hungry, and then eventually one of his own, aching and content both when Gustavain gives in and actually slides deeper into his mouth, still keeping the kiss warm and slow despite feeling like he's going to shake out of his bones with it.

There has always been something resonant about Phillip the few times where Gustavain has convinced him to channel his Ascian/Ancient self more fully. He's always thought some of that was caught up in the darkness, the weird opposing forces they act under. More recently, he's thought that it had something to do with him being a shard of Azem, a forgotten memory etched into his spirit, calling out for him. Maybe that's still it, certainly he actually still presumes that's it, and the reason it's so strong is because this is a Thanatos at the height of his power, of course his own soul would recognize that more strongly... but if he had known what Thanatos had been channeling was dynamis...

Perhaps there's a reason that out of the Unsundered that Phillip- that Thanatos- was less likely to pick apart the flaws of these new forms of men, that he was uncomfortable with viewing them as lesser and tools to achieve a goal. He is still made up of the same things as the other Ancients, still containing far more aether than any other being on their star, but he's also always been someone whose feelings cannot be contained, always threaten to boil over even when he tries his best to hide them. But when he's not pretending to be something he's not, where the feelings are truly laid to bare, perhaps it's only logical that beings more influenced by dynamis would feel the effects of his truth.

This is quickly turning into a fantastical feedback loop of pleasure, the hungry noises spurring the young man on even more. He wants to be wanted, for someone to be hungry for him, and combining that with the clear care he's been shown is threatening to wash him away. He moans into the deeper kiss, another shudder forcing through his body, and he almost can't take this anymore. The need to touch is killing him, so one of his hands unclenches enough to slide down Gustavain's body, slipping under the cloth of his shirt to brush over the arch of his back.

Moreover, they match-- this feedback loop where they, deep down, want the same things or complimentary things, is not confined to this instant. With both of them wanting, deeply, to give the same things the other wants, deeply, to have, is it any wonder with even the barest hint of dynamis they might all but combust with it?

Back in their current times, it's tempered somewhat by Phillip's experience and age and scars and Gustavain's duty. Here, Thanatos is unfettered by that and Gustavain feels cracked open by what he's just seen, vulnerable in a way he rarely is back home save for intense moments. It licks between them like wildfire, fast and unstoppable. They're both shuddering in each other's arms, Gustavain moaning softly but more like something far more intimate when Thanatos slides his hand up his spine, the kiss deepening reflexively, finally, hunger winning over care for the moment.

He's dimly aware they're still in public, that they still have their clothes on, that they've barely touched, that this has only been going on for mere moments, but mostly, he's entirely in free-fall.

This has escalated far too fast, to the point that Thanatos might realize that he should have been concerned over it in a while, but right now he's entirely too caught up in it. Everything Gustavain does seems to be fanning a flame inside of him, and even though they didn't know each other an hour ago, even though they've been touching barely a minute, he already knows he won't be satisfied with just this.

His hand begins to greedily touch what skin he can, rucking up the other man's shirt before he seems to remember as well that all that conceals them is a bed of flowers. He makes a vague sort of flourish with his free hand, covering them in a concealment spell, before reaching out and aiming to pull Gustavain more firmly on top of him.

He knows enough magic to feel that spell, to know what that means, and he shudders with the knowledge, voice gone breathless,

"O-" he starts, but it bleeds more into an ohhhh for a moment, his weight settling on the other man fully, distracting him for a moment, "Out here?" he rolls his hips down into the body underneath him, clear that the question is more for clarity than to protest, "Won't someone know something's wrong?" he leans down, mouths without a thought at the perfect spot on Thanatos's neck, bites with a firm, perfect pressure a moment later, "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble when you're being so nice to me," he rumbles it out and he's glad his face is hidden, because it's the kind of teasing he would do with Phillip to get the other squirming, but he's actually got no idea how that's going to land, here.

Luckily, it seems to have the same sort of effect here- Thanatos makes a delighted sort of squirm, arching up into him. It seems that some tastes of his have stayed the same across time. "Ah--" he gasps at the bite, hold tightening, wanting more of the sensation, "It's subtle. T-the only people who could tell would know better." The point is to conceal, after all, and in a society that can largely perceive aether it would do no good for that to be a giveaway. And really, given the reason he was out here, the keen-eyed pair would probably be relieved he found himself a distraction.

His hands are no longer content with just the exploration of what they've been able to reach, and so concealed under their little bubble, he begins to work at Gustavain's clothes- though unfamiliar as it is, he might wind up needing help eventually.

Well, if Thanatos isn't bothered, then he isn't either. There's a little voice in the back of his head that wonders if, somewhere out there, there's a place where people love more openly, somewhere where he could drag Phillip and do this properly, out in full view of everyone, where they wouldn't get arrested or worse. He's pretty sure, given the reaction to the little outing with the Allagan tech before, that all he would have to do is suggest it...

But most of his mind is focused on the here and now, slowly turning the skin of Thanatos's neck into a constellation with his mouth. He's become familiar enough with the typical robes in his time here, though he'd changed back into his normal clothes to fight, and loosening Thanatos's clothes is easy enough, gives him more skin to taste and mark. He'll mostly let Thanatos figure his out, though each time he feels a clasp open, he'll help by shrugging out of as much of it as he can.

Sooner rather than later, Thanatos is going to find the bit that just more or less makes all the bits fall off of him, though he's still wearing leggings and boots underneath. Gustavain shows no hesitation in shucking all of it off of himself the moment it's possible, though, leaving him half undressed, trusting that if Thanatos says they're not going to get caught, they're not.

(Oh, even arrest doesn't concern Phillip- more Gustavain's fame. Escaping authority wouldn't be an issue, really, if it weren't for the fact that there are fewer and fewer places that wouldn't know the Warrior of Light by sight.)

The robe is shed easily, Thanatos slipping his arms from the sleeves once it's undone enough so they don't encumber his own efforts. There is certainly a sense of accomplishment when most of Gustavain's outfit falls, his hands greedily drawing over the newly exposed skin- though is difficult to do much, given how he's (very willingly) trapped under the other's body, neck angled in such a way to allow him access to whatever skin his mouth desires.

Thus do said hands find their way lower, familiar enough with how leggings are meant to work that that is far easier, peeling them down and any undergarments with them.

He has to move a bit to deal with his boots, but in this particular outfit they're easy enough to remove (he sends a tiny thank you to the Fury, whether she can hear him here or not, that he hadn't been in his Dark Knight armor and that this is more like clothing instead. The end result is therefore less a frustrating cessation while he fumbles with his clothing and more a chance for him to very clearly let Thanatos look at him.

He's never been particularly proud of his body in the sense that he's done nothing to specifically make it look the way it does, but he's aware that he's attractive to most people and aware, here, that he must seem terribly exotic just for all of the scars. He looks back as well, of course, and does nothing to disguise the want in his expression, to see Thanatos laid out against the flowers, hair mussed and half undressed.

If he's used this time to get anything else he's wearing off or not, Gustavain closes the distance by sliding his hands under Thanatos's thighs, sweeping from his flank up to his knees in a way that's not violent or demanding, but fervent all the same, pushing his knees up and his thighs apart in a casual display of strength.

"How do you want me?" it's expertly done, the sureness and authority of the motion a moment before turning the question into something low and teasing rather than submissive in any way. It's also made at least one of his preferences plain-- familiar or not, wherever this is coming from, he's both mentally and physically (as long as Phillip doesn't use magic, of course) capable of holding him down and fucking him.

Thanatos definitely takes the time to appreciate the view in front of him, a hand sliding up to touch over the scars like Phillip tends to but with a degree of fascination to it. It is not the first time Gustavain has seen this form, lithe and pale and utterly unmarred, but there's something more natural to it in the moment that has some to do with the way their tussling has effected him and much more to do with this being who he currently is, rather than a callback to an era long past.

He makes the hottest little noise when Gustavain pulls him up, instinctively pressing back into the ground with his head and shoulders. That may well be a surprise, because even now Phillip has a hard time letting loose his control over sex. While they have moved past the point where he would stubbornly hold it for the entire affair, he still doesn't cede it immediately, turning to goading his lover to see just how fast he can reel him in, 'force' Gustavain's hand and make him take him. Here, there is no pushback, no teasing, and in the way Thanatos sighs it is clear that this is one of his preferences too.

"Fuck me," he says, and it's far too sweet and earnest to be a demand, much more like a plea. For all that his whimsy makes people think him simple, Thanatos is actually constantly in thought, often lost in his own head in a myriad of endless possibilities. Taking the lead in sex is a way to give his thoughts focus, stop them from spiraling out of control. Having a lover who knows how hold him down and fuck him is the only way to make them stop, gifting him with a blissful peace and quiet.

"With pleasure," he murmurs back, low and eager. Whatever else has to be done to get them both naked is happening right now, and if Gustavain has to help get Thanatos's pants down, he's definitely not bothering to get them off both of his legs, just the one, just enough that he can get them back to where they were.

He doesn't know everything about even Phillip's preferences or his reasons for them, but he does know what's going on in his own head when he makes noises like that, makes that kind of plea in that tone, and he's more than happy to follow that to it's logical conclusion.

"Do you have oil?" he'll figure something out if Thanatos doesn't or is too far gone to create some, but he's not waiting for a response before he's shifting down to slide his mouth over his cock. It's another place where he makes who he is connected to blindingly "obvious", because he knows the perfect amount of pressure here, precisely how to drag his tongue against sensitive skin to cause shivers of pleasure. Given the opportunity, he's almost ruthless with it, though never cruel, chasing the noises Thanatos makes.

Oh, right. Gustavain's a "familiar," so Thanatos is definitely going to be in charge of anything they might need. It's a little weird, just how easy it is to forget that. He blames Azem. He starts to answer, but the words turn into a gasp in his throat as the man sinks down on him, entirely too easily turning him right back into a puddle.

That he definitely blames on Azem.

It takes him a minute to get back on track, seemingly everything Gustavain does pulling more of those noises out of him, but eventually he manages enough thought to conjure up a little bottle of oil in between their two hands. Though he is also more than happy to let the man do what he likes without rushing anything, even as he squirms beneath him.

Oh he wastes no time. As soon as there is oil, he's shifting, moving to get it open. It takes both of his hands off of Thanatos's body, but he leaves his mouth shallowly on his cock in a show of some combination of skill and trust, licking slow and thorough at the underside while his hands work.

He slides the first finger in slow and careful, but he knows from experience that Phillip, at least, is hard to break, hard to over-rush here. So long as the reactions he's getting are positive, he'll move quickly, unwilling to cause pain but definitely with a touch of impatience to get to the part where he can be inside him.

The reactions are definitely positive, and there's another similarity to the man he'll become in the way Thanatos stretches out a little, arching carefully enough not to disrupt anything with a sigh of pleasure and a glint of mischief in his eye. He is entirely aware of how good he looks like this, laid bare on the grass, long hair almost artfully mussed and stretched out underneath the man. He's not quite egging Gustavain on, is more than happy to let him take his time, but there's no hiding how they both want and there's no attempt to.

Even if he were interested in egging Gustavain on, he might find it hard to egg him on much more than he's already moving. He's waiting only for the signs that things don't hurt before he moves onwards, and if there are no signs that anything hurts, he'll barely bother with prep at all before he's slicking his cock with the oil.

Really, really, he ought to give this more consideration. He's fairly certain that Phillip wouldn't mind him doing this, is fairly certain that it isn't wrong in any way, but just because something isn't wrong doesn't mean that it's right, or even a good idea. This is not a good idea. There are a hundred reasons why this is not a good idea.

He's pushing inside him anyway.

He goes slow, or tries to, but unless there's any pained sounds, he also doesn't stop. He's tired of thinking about all of this, tired of having the world rest on his shoulders, tired already of carrying the truth and he's only borne it a few minutes. He's not about to throw any of it away, but he's more than willing to just... set it down for a few minutes, lose himself in this.

Thanatos is not completely oblivious to Gustavain's mental state; he can tell that something is affecting the familiar, though he has no idea what it might be. He doesn't seem to be in distress exactly, so he's not worried about this being a bad idea. (It certainly doesn't feel like one to him.) Maybe he needed a distraction, too, and Thanatos is more than happy to provide.

There are soft noises as the elezen presses in, but they are all clearly pleasured noises and it's well in line with how he looks, near blissful against the flowers. His hands are reached up to hold on to him, hands rubbing absently against the skin and seeming to soak in the warmth of him. Even though they are theoretically out in the open, there's something about it that seems to center them on just them, the expectations of the world (this time or any other) far, far away.

With his head between his thighs or absorbed in the work of trying to get inside him, even though he usually enjoys lingering on the prep just as much, the building of a tension that knows it will be satisfied, he hasn't had much time to just look. He's been aware Thanatos is pretty, laid out like this on the flowers, but his partner can feel the moment he finally has the ability to fully take that in. He uses his clean hand to sweep some hair back behind Thanatos's ears and doesn't so much pause as take his time in a slow grind of his hips, after he's fully seated, one of Thanatos's legs thrown almost carelessly over one shoulder to get him in deeper.

"Beautiful," he breathes out, "Fury, you're beautiful," he doesn't think about the curse being odd, but he wouldn't know how to cover it if he had. He rocks his hips once, a little more properly, clear that he's mostly just doing it to see what it does to Thanatos's face.

This should feel more frenzied, shouldn't it? He's chasing something dark, to be here at all, stealing something he very literally shouldn't be able to have. But it feels unhurried instead, despite the desperation of a minute earlier.

The curse registers as vaguely odd in Thanatos's mind, but he hardly has time to contemplate on it or even ask and it near immediately forgotten. He makes a soft little noise as Gustavain rocks into him, his eyes flittering shut briefly as he tilts his head into the hand by his face. He's near radiating a sort of blissful contentment, adoring the way it feels to be pressed underneath him and the way he's being touched. It's so intimate, so loving, and yet it feels entirely right. Surely that can't just be from being one of Azem's, but there's also no other explanation that comes to mind, and he's not much up for questioning it in the moment.

He shifts, using the hands still on him to coax him down into a kiss, deep and hungry but still entirely unhurried now, more like he's savoring every moment of it.

He's giving too much of himself away with every motion, knows that this is too familiar, too sweet for some random fuck out in the flowers somewhere, but while he always puts himself back together again, his strength has always been in his resilience, not in his imperviousness, and there's just... nothing left at the moment to be able to care much about what Thanatos even thinks is happening here, beyond that it's enjoyable.

He cries out softly with every slow, dragging thrust and he's not really going this slow to tease either one of them (though it might) but just to savor, letting the sensations pull him under. He follows the pull of Thanatos's hands down into the kiss, moans his pleasure into his mouth. The sun is warm against his back and he wants the release suddenly as much as he wants to keep going, wishes it were possible to shudder through it and just keep going. There's the crazed thought that if there's a manipulation of dynamis happening that maybe it would be possible... but he holds himself back from it anyway, doesn't want to risk ending this before it's even really started.

There is no denying that this is enjoyable, that they're both basking in the pleasure and sweetness of it all even though there are questions there, of what is happening and why and how. Thanatos is not in near as harried of a mental state, but somehow he can also tell this isn't going to hurt him and so he feels no need at all to call it off.

His body shudders with each thrust, each drag of their bodies luxurious and inciting more and more want, whatever that may be. Thanatos can't quite tell what it is that he wants, other than he knows he would be absolutely content to stay here for a long while, however low they can keep this going- with or without releases.

He does hold out for a while, at least, until the pleasure builds into something like a soreness. Even then, it takes him slowly, no real change in pace, a touch faster perhaps but still slow and dragging and deep, savoring every sensation. The peak rolls through him more like a wave coming to shore, the peak definitive but fluid, blood rushing in his ears. He sobs his way through it, not exactly crying but gathering Thanatos close with a noise more like a wail, and he suddenly has to move, almost violently, as though all the slowness has found sudden motion in the climax.

He grips Thanatos's thigh hard enough to bruise and rolls them, hard, even as he can feel his own muscles starting to want to go limp in stunned aftermath, so that the other man is sitting astride him, can collapse against his larger form instead of being crushed by his. It might also let him stay inside him longer, particularly if Thanatos hasn't found his own release yet-- he might be able to pursue it, while Gustavain can't control his limbs for a moment.

Above all else, it seems imperative that they stay together, pressed close, in whatever way possible.

Thanatos gasps, somewhere between that line of pain and pleasure, though holding on to Gustavain as if to make sure he doesn't dare pull away. As firm as the hold is, it's still sweet, like he's cradling the man's head, not sure what has him so emotionally wrecked but determined to try and comfort him all the same.

There's a surprised cry as suddenly they're rolling, gravity pulling him firmly down on top of the man as their releases finish washing over them, shuddering on his cock before relaxing utterly. They indeed should stay close, bodies connected even as they begin to soften, and the young Ancient tips his head down, pressing his nose into the curve of Gustavain's neck to bring them even closer.

It's more a factor of intensity than emotion, though the emotion is part of the intensity, that leaves him wrecked in the aftermath. He can't seem to stop petting the other man, even as the rest of his body seems to want to just melt into the earth.

The wholeness of it feels strange, even now. They are both making love to someone who is not their lover and who is all the same. He can't stop the tenderness in his gestures, the intimacy, even if he had wanted to. He can't imagine wanting to.

He needs to talk to Phillip. His Phillip. He never wants to move again.

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