hypomeneo | Open Post

Ye ol' general open post. Memes, PSLs, game divergence, Fate AUs... all of it finds a home here. NSFW. PM me or hit me at

Kerimeos for more plotting.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Rules and limitations. That's what the Far Shore has in heaps. Some are sensible. Made for protection of both gods and shinki alike. Protection that is sorely needed. Especially given how rotten the system is. How literally life-threatening. Some are not. Made for the convenience of those who hold the power. Same old story repeated over time and space.

Those very limitations, those taboos, are at fault for his ignorance. Iskandar has no idea he has secret fans at Ebisu's temple. He wouldn't be surprised though, he has been loved, and loved, many while he was still a mortal man. That's not bound to change now that he's a god. And yet even if he knew it wouldn't have changed a thing. For he has eyes only for one man now. The one sitting on the other side of the table. His husband.]

I cannot find any blame in that. They deserve their fun. [He winks at Waver.] At least it's normal gambling and not one of those awful gatcha games.

[He is in no hurry to move his hand. Even less so when Waver covers it with his own. He smiles content. So beautiful.]

And rightfully so.

[Spectacular. This is the word he does not say but he doesn't have to. There is not enough words in all languages of the world to properly describe the beauty of his love.
They are still waiting for dessert but Iskandar seriously entertains a thought to just skip it and go back to their cabin so he can admire this beauty in peace. But he has some shreds of patience left and the desserts in this place were heralded as utterly divine. So who else to judge if that's indeed so than a pair of gods?]

So sake it will be. I may end up asking him to make something for me too. [He pauses, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.] If I can afford it.

[That last sentence is more a joke than anything. Right now? He most likely can. It wasn't always so but the steady buildup of his popularity did more than just deprive him of time he could otherwise spend with Waver. Still no riches of Babylon yet but already enough to afford a nice suit without dealing a serious blow to the Temple's budget.]

[A system Waver has no end of bitterness towards. It nearly destroyed the both of them before his ascension.]

Gah, don't remind me of the gatcha craze. [There's a bit of a smile as his eyes roll up and he adopts a put upon expression.] I can't wait for it to blow over, so people stop pestering me about it. I'm quite content with things like my Candy Crush and Prune.

[If it's a fiendishly difficult puzzle game, it's on his phone. Along with so many other games...

Waver glows content as he continues to nuzzle. Which is of course when their server brings by dessert. It's a riff on a tradition Norwegian Christmas dessert with local cloudberries and cream, and it's light and airy and absolutely fragrant.]

Careful now. [Tease, tease...] Get into debt with Natsumi and Terumi, and they'll be sure to get all the interest out of you they can.

[Ebisu's temple is overworked and they'll all do whatever it takes to lighten the workload. But for money, Iskandar would find he'd be getting off light in comparison to others. Natsumi and Terumi are Waver's best old generation shinki friends and both of them work closely with Ebisu to swap around prayers so tasks go to the god best suited to handle them.

(... that said, financial debt is something Waver is keen to avoid for obvious reasons. He likes nice things, but his clothing collection is much smaller than rumored for instance, thank you. All of the things he has goes with everything else, and mixing and matching just makes it looks like he's gone wilder than he has.)]

Though I'm curious just what he'd design for you. [Purring.] You already make men and women weak in the knees when you walk by... should I expect them to be outright dropping?

[Iskandar appreciates that the server does not flinch witnessing their small display of affection. But it gets even better. Not only does the man not flinch, he actually smiles! With that kind of look in his eye that usually is reserved for married couples, children and small animals. The one that says aww that's sweet more than anything else.
Like a normal person would! Iskandar is fully amazed by this country now.]

Enjoy your dessert, gentlemen.

[The server says in perfect English, after putting their plates before them, and leaves them to do exactly so. Bless those Scandinavians and their inhuman language skills. And bless this man for being so damned nice. Iskandar can't even be jealous that the guy speaks better English than he does. Surely he's able to communicate but Grail-given lore can do nothing for his accent and yet he does not care. His already good evening has been improved further still by this experience.]

I'll make sure it's something you'd like.

[Iskandar chuckles. Waver, dear. He knows managing finances is not a skill he's particularly good at but he did pick up a couple of things here and there. Also, he generally prefers leaving the money issues to you. You know how to deal with them better than he does.]

Do they now? Hm, I didn't know. I always thought it's because they were looking at you. [Oh he knows. It's rather obvious in some cases. He just doesn't care. His interest lies elsewhere. Everyone should already be well aware of that.] We can always call the ambulance together if that starts being an issue.

[Bless that server. Waver relaxes further as once again it's proven they won't have to deal with any disapproval for being a married pair of men. Or engaging in normal acts of affection. He didn't even notice himself starting to tense. This is rapidly becoming a perfect evening.]

Thank you.

[His attention swings back to Iskandar. Well, he's had practice. Too much damn practice. Experience that is being put to good use now.]

They certainly do. And that might be wishing they were in my place as much as admiration for my own good qualities. [It's easier to speak well of himself while bantering like this. He strokes the back of Iskandar's hand, while starting in on dessert and flirting between bites.] Though, that's an inevitability. You know this.

There is so much to admire.

[Simply watching Waver put a spoon in his mouth is enough for Iskandar to lose a breath or two. He licks his lips; his own dessert untouched. Soon. Very, very soon.]

We may need to start announcing our appearances sufficiently ahead of time to give everyone time to get a medical team ready. [A smirk.] In case, you know, someone fainted.

Mmmmhmm...

[The red begins creeping in Waver's cheeks. There's a little cream at the corner of his mouth. He delicately swipes it off with his thumb and pops the tip in his mouth for a slow suck and pop as it comes right back out.

He knows exactly what dirty thoughts are going through his husband's mind and if he helps with that imagery? All the better for the upcoming feast.]

Now that would be a shame if someone faints.

[Prim like he isn't encouraging matters. Hmph. Hmph. Smirk. Smirk. He leans in, not having broken yet into fluster, going for the smoulder. Maybe he'll last this time.]

This is tasty. Try some.

[We're not going anywhere until the dessert on your plate does.]

A true shame.

[How eloquent of him. Iskandar's breath quickens as he watches Waver wipe the cream then suck at his thumb. The intensity of his gaze surely could burn through a wall. Or several.
Forgive him the brevity, love. He just can't stop imagining where he'd prefer that mouth of yours to be right this moment.]

[Iskandar blinks.]

Huh? Oh. Right. Dessert.

[His eyes drop to the plate looking at the cream and the berries as if he saw them for the first time in his life. He digs in and tries a bite.]

Tasty indeed.

[It's sweet. That's all he can tell. Maybe he could appreciate it more if someone hasn't decided to be so criminally distracting now.]

Edited Date: 2020-02-16 03:52 pm (UTC)

[Smirk.

Waver licks his lips, not bothering to disguise his own hunger or that he's laser focused on watching Iskandar eat while he finishes his own treat. Soon. The red on his cheeks remain - this is probably the most bold he's been in public, but the fact people aren't paying attention to them is egging him on into behavior that he wouldn't show in a similar situation on the Far Shore.]

I think I could go for seconds, you know.

[Dabbing his mouth with his napkin. Dessert was tasty. But he's looking forward to round two.]

[Waver, you sly monster. How dare you torment him like that?

Iskandar would say not a word of protest though. He's practically ecstatic seeing Waver behave so unrestrained. So bold. He's never seen him like that before. And it's a sight worth more than all the world's treasures. Definitely worth a little patience.]

I think I had my fill so I will excuse myself. But don't let it prevent you from indulging. We're on vacation after all. You can join me in the cabin when you're finished.

[Iskandar makes a move as if he was planning to get up and leave. He's not entirely sure he'd be able to really pull it off. To really leave without dragging Waver with him against any and all protestation. Before his desire will burn both of them alive.]

[And there's the fluster as he goes red and yep, he may of taken it a bit far in the restaurant, and there Iskandar goes...

(he's getting too used to not being noticed, oops)]

W-wrong sweets, love.

[Fluster, fluster. Recover, recover. It's just a little innuendo backfire, that's all. Trying again for smoothness, as he gets up.]

Now how can I indulge if I'm away from you?

If you say so, my dear.

[So they both rise from their seats. It's not long before Iskandar has an arm wrapped around his husband's waist and he leads them out of the restaurant.]

You could try.

[Here comes that lion's grin again. Content and lazy. Eagerly anticipating a different kind of feast now.]

But I assure you, it's more fun with me.

That so... Tempting, tempting.

[Playing hard to get is ruined by the tone and Waver's hip bumping against Iskandar's own.

There's that lion's grin again. His husband's practically salivating at what's incoming in mere moments. Waver feels his skin prickle under it, his own desire roaring.]

But you are temptation incarnate. And since I have no plans of letting you sleep tonight...

How convenient then I have no such plans either.

[The door close behind them as they leave the restaurant and the warmth inside. The temperature must have dropped lower still. It's so cold Iskandar can almost smell the ice in the air. Rarely is he so aware of being alive like in moments such as this. The ice in the air, fire in his veins, snow crunching beneath his feet, his love at his side and stars above them. It is good to be alive.
The moment they leave the pool of light radiating from the restaurant and inky, icy darkness envelops them, Iskandar stops. He pulls Waver closer for a kiss. Deep, and slow, and sensual. Only when they have to part he whispers.]

My love. [He smiles. Even just saying those words sends small shivers of pleasure down his spine. So much more of it awaits when they'll be back at the cabin.] You shine brighter than all of the stars combined.

[The cold prickles sharply at his skin, just as it continues to prickle under the naked desire of his husband's gaze. It makes him all the more aware of the heat burning up within, and Waver's lips part in want as they step out from the light and into the star strewn darkness.

He doesn't mind being dead. The anniversary of his death in fact is nearly here. New Year's Eve. It's given him a second life, and since he's awoken to godhood, it's vibrant and happy and full, despite all its challenges.

There's a cease in the crunch of snow as Iskandar pulls Waver to him, and Waver rises on tiptoe as he melts into him and the kiss, a soft rumble of hunger escaping him. Oh... it's so good. He loses himself within it, pulling Iskandar tight.]

And you are the sun, love. Brilliant like fire. [A hot whisper as he reaches up to twine fingers through Iskandar's hair. He shivers, but not from the cold. This is just a taste of what's to come.] Just as warm. My light, just as I'm yours.

[He's tempted to teleport them to the cabin to get started, but no. He's savoring the anticipation too much and his patience is still present. The walk for now.]

[One more kiss to stave off the hunger before he lets Waver move away, before they can walk again. The road that was mere minutes before now seems to take a whole eternity to traverse.
Anticipation makes everything taste sweeter, yes, and Iskandar sees clearly that Waver is enjoying their leisurely stroll. But it's a true test for his almost non-existent patience. Though it seems to Iskandar that he had made some progress in the difficult art of delaying pleasure.

The very fact they are able to walk like this and he hadn't devoured his husband on the spot the moment they left the restaurant. One kiss, or even two, are nothing compared to what was on his mind all the time they were eating. And the dessert was the worse. The sole memory of Waver licking that bit of cream off his finger is enough to ignite his blood again.
His sanity is saved by the fact that the path is in fact rather short, even if it doesn't feel like it in his current state. Then it takes only one swipe of the hotel card, the door open and they are back inside. ]

I want you.

[Iskandar breathes into heated skin of Waver's neck under the loosened scarf as his arms close around his husband's slender frame. His hunger impossible to hold off anymore.]

[It's as they left when they step inside - the strewn clothes from their last round of desperate passion, the oil bottle by the door, the stain on the wall. Waver notices none of it as he steps out of his shoes and into Iskandar's arms. His hands go for Iskandar's belt, unbuckling it, before toying with the button above his fly.]

You'll have me.

[He gasps as Iskandar's breath washes over his neck. His husband doesn't even need to touch to send frissons of pleasure through him. Him just wrapping his arms around him is...]

I've been fantasying of all the things we could get up to through dinner. Want to guess what's on my mind now?

[And he pops the button, and slowly pulls down the zipper of his husband's pants.]

[Soft rustle of the clothes, the faint jingle of the belt buckle, crackling of the fire. All the sounds come to him with almost eerie clarity. Iskandar chuckles. His lips still pressed to Waver's neck.]

I'd rather have you enlighten me.

[Get Iskandar to talk about all the things he'd do to his gorgeous husband the moment they get naked together? That's not a feat at all. To get Waver to talk. Oh, that's an entirely different thing. Iskandar is gradually teasing him into revealing more but it's a long process. Slow, and windy. He's as likely to gain more ground as he's to lose some. Iskandar has to only remind himself of that onsen fiasco to be painfully aware of how easy is for Waver to pull his defenses up again.

To have him admit it so openly is nothing short of a miracle. A miracle to add to all other miracles their stay here consists of. It almost takes his breath away.]

[Waver groans softly as he feels Iskandar's lips move, flushing completely red and on edge of fluster again. You want him to use his words, huh? Not going to play along by guessing?

His tolerance has increased, and there's a lot of things that have helped him be particularly bold tonight aside from Iskandar's shameless encouragement over the long term - an accepting environment of their relationship, the fact the gods are generally ignored, and the excitement and exhilaration of a break swinging his mood high and more aggressive and playful.]

I... want to make good on what I implied in the restaurant. My mouth on you. [Is it possible to go more red as Waver works out the words? Absolutely. He's dancing on flustering, graduated to heavy implication but still having trouble with true directness.] Strip tease you to make you even more hungry.

[Yes, your husband is a teasing monster in his own right now. Behold what you've created.]

Have you inside me...

Mhhmm... what an enticing promise.

[Iskandar pulls away just barely so he can see Waver's face and admire that magnificent red. His eyes light up at the words. So that little show was on purpose? Impressive. He was aroused by simply watching it, even more by remembering but to hear it was intentional, that Waver was consciously steering his lust-crazed thoughts, stoking his fire on purpose. That's nothing short of spectacular.]

Here I am already famished and yet you always manage to make me hunger even more.

[The answer comes more as a long purr and barely has he finished saying it when he falls down for a kiss. He wants to feel Waver's soft lips on his cock but he wants to taste them first.]

I said that before but it bears repeating. I love watching you undress. None has your grace or your beauty.

[You'll have him inside you many times this night. For this is what he yearns for with every fibre of his being now.]

[Iskandar might be pulling away, but Waver's fingers remain busy undoing shirt buttons, even while he continues to burn the shade of a tomato. Oh yes. That was on purpose. He was being filthy - (thank g-g-god nobody noticed) - and it's bearing wonderful fruit.

But, Christ, dirty talk still is something else.

Waver decides to avoid flustering - or trying to, anyway - by helping Iskandar fall into that kiss by reeling him in by the tie. And using it to help lead him back to the couch, snagging the oil on the way. Getting his husband's clothes off might be a difficult bit of multitasking, but nothing is impossible to he who tries.

The tie can stay for now, however.]

Then I better whet it a little first. I want you to be able to thoroughly enjoy the show.

[Pressing Iskandar down into the cushions and Waver falls with him, chasing after his lips, and trying not to think about how it's not usually him taking the lead like this,and instead staying in the moment. The oil is dropped next to Iskandar's hand.

Soon though, the trail of his kisses and nips lead to Iskandar's neck, Waver's hands smoothing down his husband's body as he slowly blazes a trail south...]

[Is Waver really sure nobody noticed anything? Maybe they just found it rude to say. Or they were secretly cheering upon them both.

Iskandar lets Waver pull him down by his tie. It's a little silly but he'd let him do pretty much anything right now. He likes this aggressive side of his husband. There can be no clearer sign that he too wants it as much as Iskandar does. That he's not only yielding to his King's wishes but that this his own will as well... That he's not only a follower but he can lead as well. And that is treasure upon treasures.]

Oh, I am enjoying it a lot already.

[His fingers close over the bottle heating the contents inside and the memory, the very thought of what he will use it for soon sends shivers down his spine. The anticipation of pleasure is almost as good as the pleasure itself. Almost.]

You are always gorgeous, my love, but I have to say, this is quite a view.

[Iskandar lets out a long exhale. To see him like this, to feel Waver's hands and lips travelling down his body. It's mesmerising.]

[He's going to hold to no one noticed anything, because the alternative is too embarrassing to consider!]

It's going to get better.

[He's moved down to his husband's chest, pinching a nipple while sucking and lightly nibbling on the other. His free hand strokes lower, teasing down Iskandar's abs until his fingers lightly - just lightly - brush along the length of his cock.

Waver's eyes stare up at Iskandar as his lips leave the nipple with a slight pop, and he sinks further down, lips worshiping his husbands scars as he goes. He hasn't stripped yet for a reason. He wants Iskandar to enjoy the suit Terumi made for him fully, and what better way to show it off than for Iskandar to admire it while Waver's on his knees, with his lips around his King's cock.

Slowly he pushes Iskandar's thighs apart so Waver can better kneel on the floor and take him, fingers drawing slow circles as they then move inward. He doesn't break eye contact as he keeps moving lower and lower, drawing things out until he allows the warmth of his breath to kiss his husband's cock first, before his lips press at the tip and open.]

[So bold. So beautiful. Iskandar is already in trance just by watching.]

You are right...it is getting better.

[But by touch too. His muscles tense, body heating up under Waver's slender hands... and his lips. Iskandar wants to pull him back up so he can kiss him but he also wants to see where this will lead to. How far Waver's boldness is going to carry him. It would be awful to interrupt this marvel. So he breaths out, savouring all the sensations but it transforms into a moan, a hungry growl, the moment Waver's fingers touch his cock.]

Waver...

[He has to let go of the bottle if doesn't want to crush it. He grips on the cushions, the back of the coach, instead. It's better this way. He doesn't want to leave Waver with bruises because he wasn't able to control the strength of his hold.]

This boldness suits so well, my love.

[It is maddening. Iskandar wants to tear the clothes off him, rip them to shreds, right this second. No matter how expensive they were. But there's something utterly hypnotizing in this scene right now. Waver fully clothed in a most formal of outfits.

So elegant and perfect. On his knees on the floor with his lips travelling ever lower, their destination obvious.

It leaves Iskandar breathless, enthralled, unable to tear his gaze away, panting, drowning in the pleasure of it. There's no way that he's ever going to be able to look at his husband in a suit without remembering this moment. He won't. And he takes great pleasure in that knowledge.]

Quite... [He whispers. Unable to raise his voice above that.] spectacular...

[His hips jerk at the contact and he moans but he still has enough restraint not to push Waver's head lower. Iskandar wants Waver to set the pace right now. He'll take over when the time comes, he will have him eventually, but not yet. Even if his gorgeous husband is currently driving him half crazy with his caresses.
Not yet. This is too good. He won't ruin it with his impatience.]

[Every single one of Iskandar's reactions sends frissons of pleasure through Waver's nerves. His pants are getting uncomfortably tight as he takes in Iskandar's cock as far as he can. His husband is delightfully big - his hands will have to do the rest. Waver's fingers caress Iskandar's balls as they come to wrap around his straining erection, and Waver begin to suck back along his cock and forth, hands making up for what his mouth can't touch as he works up to a rhythm.

He likes this. He likes this a lot - Waver has a praise kink and this is stoking it like nothing else. If him being bold gets Iskandar hot like this, it's heady encouragement to keep it up, despite his steadily eroding shyness. Waver's eyes are burning up at Iskandar's as he keeps up the pace, and he groans, sounding vibrating up the erection in his mouth. He wouldn't mind bringing his husband off like this, he discovers, lips wrapped around him as he comes. Maybe it's a Heroic Spirit's instinct when it comes to feasting on mana, no matter the source, or maybe it just gets him off himself, but it's an attractive concept.]

It suits, does it? If it's such a hit...

[As he comes for air, fingers polishing the head of Iskandar's cock. Waver grins up, utterly red, a little drool at the corner of his mouth. Drops his scarf on the ground as the first item of clothing to go.

Expect more.]

[He could take him here. Tear those clothes off him and just take him. Fuck him senseless on the spot. That’s what his almost feral instincts now scream at him.
But no. He’s having too much fun watching. Simply observing how far his love would go if only he would let him. And Iskandar is so going to let him.
They are both out of their usual roles here. Waver behaving like nothing could stop him. Iskandar holding back his ravenous hunger with unseen restraint and just letting himself experience Waver’s attention for once.
What Iskandar is not holding back are the sounds of appreciation. From the moans getting progressively longer and louder as he keeps his mouth on Iskandar’s cock, Waver can easily tell how well all of this attention is being received.

Iskandar’s eyes follow the trail of the scarf, a splash of red, floating slowly to the floor. He raises a hand to Waver’s cheek, wiping a little string of drool with his thumb.]

A smashing hit. Do continue.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I've got dirty laundry on them all

Open Post