By the Chains that Bind Thee (Part 8) by Fantasy Weaver

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If you thought I was done torturing all of you, think again. You'll all be in the same state as Shay when I'm done (so I suppose that would make me Eleos in this context). I'm projecting ten parts to this story, but it may be more or less, all depending. I'm enjoying the lore almost as much as the -rather heated- scene about to unfold.

And again, this part is very steamy. It's sacrilegious. I don't care. It's what I love. Shelter yourself if you don't want male-on-male action, or shut yourself in a private room to enjoy this part to the fullest extent. I'm not called Fantasy Weaver without reason.

Part eight of "By the Chains that Bind Thee". Please read the previous parts for context.

-Fantasy Weaver.


Note

1: Some foul language ahead

2: Some adult content ahead

By the Chains that Bind Thee

Part Eight

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Shay shivered as Eleos finished rinsing his hair. They were back in the softly glowing spring, the eerie yet soothing light casting dancing reflections on their skin as they took this moment to simply bask in the other’s presence. Shay was still very much hard under the water’s surface, and, he could tell by the stiffness pressing along his backside that the Dark Mage was also still aroused by previous events.

Eleos had said he would keep him in that state, but Shay found that intervention from his lover was scarcely needed; it seemed that now that his hair and scalp had been so intensely, aggressively stimulated, his entire skin was attuned to every little stimulus. Even the water lapping at his waist sent him breaking out into goosebumps, sucking in a breath he couldn’t seem to catch.

"Stay still, Shay, I’m almost done."

Even the man’s voice, his warm breath behind him was driving him mad. More than scared now, Shay found that he was terribly aroused. Lingering in the back of his mind was the promise of his hair being severed from his head, but it was kept at bay by emotions such as lust, desire, a burning, fiery need for touch…

He was barely aware of his own whimpering, the way he rubbed his behind on Eleos’ manhood.

A deep laugh issued from the man’s throat as he ran his hands along the platinum mane again, checking to make sure the suds had all been rinsed out. His amusement only made the young mage more insistent on grinding his bottom onto his cock, and he took great pleasure in sliding his shaft in the cleft of that round ass. His hands came to steady the gyrating hips, nose burying in the soft wet hair, "I should call you little tease instead of little apprentice, with how much you’re trying to distract me."

Shay felt the man’s smirk in his hair, and brought his hands to meet with Eleo’s own at his hips. He tilted his head slightly, breathless as he said "Good…maybe I can keep you from cutting my hair this way."

"I am SHAVING it, not cutting it, and trust me, I will shave it." Eleos felt the trembling of the lithe body in his hands at the harsh words, and softened at the reaction. "Your nervousness is natural. So is this," he said, as one of his hands slipped just above the young mage’s twitching appendage, "But it will not prevent what must be done, as much as I would love it to."

Shay tried to keep the fearful whimper in his throat from coming out, but the sound morphed into a soundless moan when Eleos gave his cock a few lazy strokes, just firm enough to stoke the fire within him, enough to banish his fears for a moment longer. He was almost dizzy with how quickly his mind went from one extreme to the other.

Eleos stopped stroking him in favor of gathering the smaller man close, arms encircling Shay’s smooth body with tenderness and affection, but also his own need. A demi-god he may be, he had needs of his own, human instincts to fulfill; his carnal desires clashed with his duty to Shay and to the Circle of Stars.

Shay’s hands held his arms, fingers digging into the pale skin, demanding to be held more tightly. With a needy sigh, he rubbed his head against Eleos’ shoulder, his chest, the underside of his jaw. He didn’t want to think of what was to come. He wanted Eleos. He wanted those hands on him, in him.

Boldly, he grabbed one of the man’s wrists and forced it down between his legs, hips bucking into the touch. "Please…" he whined, eyes pinched tightly closed.

A sigh came from the Dark Mage. He wanted to please Shay, he did, but they couldn’t get so distracted. Oras, Leena and Hyacintha were working hard to keep the barriers up, and the longer they took in here, the harder it would be for them, the more draining it would become. Their magic would be forced to their very limits.

It was as Shay was rubbing into his hand that an idea formed.

"Alright, I will give you want you want," he purred.

The smaller man moaned, clamping his mouth shut quickly. He tried again, "R-really? Oh, Gods please, I’m ready-"

Eleos laughed at that, shaking his head, "You’re ready? I don’t think you quite know the meaning of that word, nor the gravity of what you’re asking."

Thoroughly flustered, Shay turned around, seeking those amused golden slits as they regarded him from under heavy lids. His trembling hands pressed along the handsome mage’s pectorals, his firm abdominal -and Shay couldn’t help but think how utterly delectable they would feel under his tongue- as he scowled up at Eleos. "I don’t care if it hurts, I want you."

"I DO," was Eleos’ stern reply. His eyes softened as he brushed wet strands of hair away from Shay’s face, and the young mage couldn’t help but melt at the change in demeanor. "You wish to have me, and you will. We need to shave you, and it will happen. But what takes precedence out of those two things?"

Shay bit the inside of his cheeks, not wanting to dwell on it. "I know it needs to be done, but please, while I’m still feeling good…"

A warm hand brushed along his cheek and he leaned into it, his smaller hand draping over Eleos’. "I certainly can’t do both alone, now can I?"

Shay pouted, eyes begging Eleos to heed his request. But when he found those scintillating irises, they were filled not with rejection, but with something far more intriguing:

Cunning, challenge, dark intent, a teasing amusement.

Shay began shaking anew, but not with fear this time. "What are…what are you saying?"

That perfect face leaned down, and Shay sighed at the demanding kiss that singed his lips then. It didn’t last, just long enough to leave him hanging. "Do you want to find out?"

His cock jumped under the water. At least it knew what it wanted.

Slowly, he gave Eleos a confirming nod.

"Come."

The Dark Mage pulled them out of the pool. As soon as his legs hit solid ground, Shay found himself still unable to stand properly, though that wasn’t a problem for very long, as Eleos once again swung him up into his arms and carried him around. Though this time, the young mage leaned into the embrace immediately, no fussing or writhing or fleeting feelings of inadequacy. In fact, he might have hummed when his form was cradled in the taller man’s grip.

A surge of magic had Shay lifting his gaze up to Eleos, who was channelling his magic, but in a way the young man hadn’t seen for a while; his hair glowed gold, focusing on the energies of distant suns.

Shay decided he looked more beautiful when channelling the magic of the night sky.

Sapphire eyes followed the man’s gaze, to the ground beneath them. Eleos had brought them beside the lone cushioned chair a little ways from the marble table, and as he spoke words in a language Shay had never heard before, runes began to appear on the ground surrounding the seat. The runes, Shay could read a few of them. "Heat", "Air", "Star".

The circle of runes extended a few feet beyond the chair, and as Eleos finished the spell, they stayed in place, the soft, warm orange glow diminishing somewhat as the circle embedded into the ground. When the Dark Mage’s hair settled around his shoulders, Shay felt the change in the area; inside the circle, hot, dry air took up the space, a contrast to the humid warmth of the cavern. The air worked to dry their skin and lift the moisture from their hair slowly and steadily.

He purred appreciatively. "That feels nice."

Eleos chuckled lightly at his content face. "I’m sure. But it will feel much nicer in just a moment."

Shay raised a brow at that, wondering what he had planned. His mouth opened to ask, but the handsome mage instead settled him down into the chair, and any words he might have said got stuck in his throat. An inkling of fear crept up on the young mage, whose eyes were focusing on the hidden implements under the cloth not but a few feet from him. So, this…is where it would happen. This chair would be the site of destruction, the place he would-

"Look at me."

Shay’s head flicked up immediately, eyes wide and lungs filling with agitated breaths. Eleos’ own, in contrast, were calm, were still full of heated emotion and secrets untold. It put Shay at ease, helped him focus not on the reprehensible act that would ensue, but the pleasure promised in those golden abysses.

A smile, and Eleos took one of his hands in his, lifted it to his lips, and kissed the young mage’s knuckles tenderly.

Blue eyes glazed over with need.

And that’s where Eleos wanted him.

Shay watched, enraptured as the Dark Mage took a step back, then another, that secretive smile still gracing his lips as he said, "Let’s see how far I can take you with some help, shall we?"

‘Some help?’ Shay thought dazedly. Eleos had said they would be alone! He didn’t want-

That silken raven hair lifted, shining with it’s ever-shifting colours of twilight. For a moment, the cavern around them seemed to dim, the natural lights flickering like the light of a candle as wind blows the flame around. The shadows along the walls seemed to gather around Eleos’ form, swirling and enticing. Shay gripped the armrest beneath his fingers, eyes never leaving the mage’s silhouette, up until it was swallowed up by the darkness.

"Eleos?" he called out unthinkingly.

Then, the darkness dissipated.

And Shay understood what Eleos had meant by "help".

His abdomen tightened at the sight, and his cock twitched excitedly at the prospect of what was to come.

As the shadows settled and the light returned to the cavern, Eleos stepped forward, a silent lurker walking to the same rhythm beside him. "What do you think, little apprentice…"

Sapphire eyes were wide as saucers as they gazed at not one, but TWO Eleos’.

Both the original and the copy’s eyes narrowed in pleasure, "…do you think you can handle two of me?"

It was absurd, how perfect the copy was. Shay had seen mages make copies of themselves, but they were notoriously difficult to create, even for an Elder Mage. Unlike an illusory copy, physical copies were much harder to get right, as instead of bending light at will to create a phantom image (which was slightly transparent when one focuses too long on them), the mage must construct a vessel to take on the desired form. Perfect copies were rare. Often the doppelganger had subtle imperfections: a different nose shape, longer or shorter hair, not quite the same height, minor differences in the length of the limbs, and, most often, the absence of…

Genitalia.

Shay’s mouth dried. Eleos didn’t seem to have that problem when it came to his copy.

The only differences between the true Eleos and his shadow were the markings on the wrists, ankles and neck; a dark, near-black cuff around each. Eleos’ copy also had its hair braided in an elaborate style with glinting gold jewelry sparkling in the dark tresses. Otherwise, they were an exact match.

"Oh Gods, have mercy…" he pleaded into his hands, where they had come to cover his heated face.

His entire body shivered when Eleos’ laughter echoed twice, on each side of his head, and both the real mage and the copy repeated a sultry murmur of "There is no mercy for you here, little apprentice."

F***. Shay felt himself unravel. Not only could Eleos make a carbon copy of himself, but he was able to control when and how it spoke? "I’m dead. I’ve died. This isn’t real."

A shuddering gasp left his lips when one hand from each Eleos dug into the back of his head, and the others pried his hands from his face. The copy busied itself with kissing his neck while Shay found Eleos’ face to his right. "This is as real as it gets, Shay," he said.

"Oh, f***…" his eyes closed as he was attacked on either side by those masculine lips, one pair on his lips, the other sucking along his pulsing artery.

He lost himself to sensation, body squirming in the chair as Eleos and his doppelganger ravished him with affection. Eleos playing in his hair as the hot air around them dried it, his other hand stroking the young mage’s scrotum with lazy movements, while the copy wound an arm around his back and found one of Shay’s nipples. The warm glow of the heat circle illuminated their features in a sensual display which Shay knew he would dream about for years to come. The smaller man’s hands couldn’t seem to decided where they would rather be: entangled in Eleos’ raven hair, fisting his aching member, circling the copy’s wrist, gripping the chair for support?

He was so taken by the ministrations that he barely felt it when the copy left them. Eleos was squatting in front of him now, his legs parting Shay’s own, one hand keeping the young mage’s face tilted back as he kissed his panting lips, the other gently squeezing a drop of precum from the whimpering man’s slit.

Shay opened his eyes as they parted for breath, glancing around as a confused noise left his open mouth. Where was the copy?

He found it soon after, where it stood by the marble table, lifting the cloth-

Eleos must have seen the panic in his eyes, for he forced his head back towards him with a stern look. He spoke over the pitiful whine that found it’s way past Shay’s lips, "Don’t focus on him, focus on me."

"But he’s-"

"He’s going to brush your hair. That’s all." For now, at least. He caressed Shay’s face, "Be a good man, let him do that, and I will give your body the loving it deserves."

"Oh…" Shay shuddered at the tone he used, at the implications of his statement. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around Eleos’ neck, forcing his eyes to stay focused on his as the copy moved around behind the chair. "What kind of loving am I to be subjected to?" he murmured coyly.

A devious smirk answered him. "The gentle and unrelenting kind."

He felt his hair being pulled behind the chair’s back. "What if I want it hard and demanding?"

Both Eleos’ laughed at that. The Dark Mage rubbed his nose against his, "You’re most certainly not ready for THAT."

He swallowed, his mind conjuring images he would satisfy himself to later. Eleos was right, as much as he hated to admit it. He said he wanted the man, but this would be his first time doing anything more than touching himself. He was by no means a prude; hanging around people his age had taught him that being the recipient to a man’s cock was a lot more hassle for another man than it was for a woman, even with magic involved. Eleos must know that too, if he was being so considerate.

A gasp flew from his mouth when Eleos’ copy began running a brush through his hair. The air pushed in and out of his lungs quickly, in guttural gasps that left him dizzy and disoriented. His hands grabbed what they could -that being the handsome mage’s shoulders. He writhed on the chair, hips bucking and toes curling into the floor, back and neck arching at the sensation.

"What do you want Shay?" Eleos asked him, his long fingers pumping his aching manhood with long, slow strokes that left the young man wanting more. "Tell me" He cooed softly.

What did he want? Was that not obvious enough? "Mhf- I want you insi…!" His words broke out into a moan as the brush was dragged along his scalp and down the six-foot length of his platinum hair. "I want you inside me! Please!"

Eleos moaned in his throat, a low, rumbling sound that spoke of his own unmet desire. He could feel his heart in his crotch as his golden eyes took in Shay’s squirming form, the blush of his chest, the closed eyes and almost pained expression. He could say that there was nothing more that he wanted than to plunge himself into Shay’s needy body, but there could be no room for impatience here.

"You’ll have me, I promise you that," he murmured into a reddened ear, hand squeezing the smaller appendage firmly enough to cause teardrops to gather at the corner of the young mage’s eyes.

Impossibly blue eyes wrenched themselves open to see Eleos calling upon his magic again, though this time, he remained in his focused form, raven hair a hallow of night around his pale face, eyes aglow with silver starlight that shined with lust.

Shay yelped, just as the chair beneath him began to morph. It leaned back just a tad, demanding him to lay back or risk forcing his back muscles to keep him sitting upright. The legs beneath the chair moved and adjusted to the new shape that Eleos willed with his mind. Eleos pictured what he wanted, and shaped the magic into the chair, changing it to what he desired.

Comfort. No need for Shay to hold his legs up and away. Room on the seat itself for what he wished to do. Something for Shay to hold on to…

New parts to the chair manifested. Shay gasped as his legs were held up and moved to either side by cushioned leg-rests, and his eyes darted to the armrests where padded handles began to protrude from the ends. A cushion held his neck comfortably as the copy paused its movements to simply brush its fingers along his scalp. Under his ass, Shay felt the cushions given way some, warm air meeting the sensitive skin of his backside.

Finally, Eleos formed a stool for himself to sit on, perfectly positioned between the young mage’s legs, looming above him with a pleased smile lighting those silvery eyes.

Shay panted, hands unconsciously trying to hide his most sacred of places from Eleos’ view. This seemed to amuse the man, as he leaned forward to taunt him, "Now, now, weren’t you the one who said you wanted me inside you?"

He did say that, didn’t he? Biting his lips, he averted his eyes to the long spear between Eleos’ thighs, his bravado weakening. A nervous laugh escaped him. "I-I might have just realized the difference in our size."

"Have you?" Eleos placated him with a kiss. "How cute." The handsome mage gave a nod to his copy, who started brushing Shay’s hair again, causing the young man to suck his lip on a groan. "Do you still want this?"

"Yes." No hesitation.

A pleased smile answered him. "Hold onto the handles."

Swallowing once, Shay did as he was told.

Without a word, Eleos indicated for his copy to brush harder, happy to see that Shay’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his skull when it did. The Dark Mage stood, fingers sliding along Shay’s thigh and eliciting goosebumps as he questioned him lightly, "Have you ever cleaned yourself before?"

The finger flicked away, leaving Shay to struggle with words he could scarcely say as his hair was brushed with great vigor. "N-no, f***, oh…"

"I didn’t think so." The young man’s ears perked up on the sound of bottles clinking together. He panted hard as his eyes took in Eleos’ form moving closer to him, spotting a long vial with shimmering blue liquid inside of it. At his uncertain gaze, Eleos pressed a hand into his heaving chest, calming him with quiet words. "It won’t take long. You may feel a cooling sensation inside as the cleanser does its job."

As his hair was brushed back from his crown yet again, Shay’s mind recalled a hidden conversation between two of his dorm-mates. It had never been for his ears to hear, but he couldn’t have helped his eavesdropping at the time. They had spoken about the very potion Eleos now opened with a flick of his thumb, about how, with the proper incantation, it could be controlled and coaxed into, let’s say…dark and tight crevasses. Usually, the concoction would be used to clean animal entrails for curing processes, however some ingenious mages had found other uses for it.

Far better ones, Shay would say.

He bit his lips while watching his lover, how his long fingers made graceful motions and his mouth uttered silent incantations. The vial glowed brightly, its contents spilling forth as though a snake being charmed into coercion. Eleos’ hands had swirling azure runes marking his fingers; the shimmering liquid moved mid air as the vial from which it came was tossed haphazardly aside.

Shay couldn’t help but lick his lips as his eyes followed the slinking movements the potion made as the Dark Mage controlled it, held it hovering above his hand as he sat back between the young man’s open legs. Eleos’ silver irises gazed at him with something akin to understanding. It made Shay wonder if the man had done this to himself before, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

The copy near his head had detangled most of his long mane by now, but still ran the brush through, at his nape, aided by its fingers that felt just as real as the true Eleos’. "Relax, shay," Eleos told him, over the constant groans and keening noises produced by the young mage’s open mouth.

With a slow twisting motion from the Dark Mage’s marked hands, the potion slithered between his-

"Oh, that’s cold!" Shay exclaimed, squirming uncomfortably as the potion made its way quickly through his body.

"Does it hurt?"

"Mmmno, no, it- it’s fine. More than fine. Oh, gods…" His hands clenched around the chair’s handles, eyelids growing heavy with every sensation. No, it didn’t even stretch him. It was hard to explain; just a squelching feeling that coiled around his abdomen.

"Hm, good man." Eleos leaned forward, letting his lips graze over Shay’s chest, where his skin had broken out into goosebumps. The potion would be absorbed by his internal lining once the cleansing effects had done their work, so Eleos let the controlling spell dissipate, the glowing marks on his hands dispersing.

Eleos let Shay simmer a little on the chair, allowing his copy to massage that sensitive scalp to keep the smaller man occupied. While he watched his lover arch and squirm, he closed his eyes, mind reaching out beyond the protective barrier of the sacred spring…

‘Oras, Leena, Hyacintha’ he called out.

It took a moment, but three distinct voices replied, ‘We hear you!’

"Ah! Eleos, please-" Eleos smirked, but kept his eyelids closed. Shay would just have to wait.

‘How are your magic reserves? Can you keep the barrier up for a bit longer?’ the man asked the sealing experts.

Leena was the first to answer, her low voice reverberating cooly in his mind, ‘I can still hold this up for an hour, maybe two. Hyacintha should be alright if one of the other mages comes give her a boost. Oras-’

‘Who do you take me for? I’m fine!’ Oras’ voice cut through the telepathic communication. ‘What’s taking you so long, anyway?’

Eleos’ ears were filled with pleasured-pained moans from Shay, and he tried not to sound smug, ‘Just making sure Shay is as comfortable as possible.’

It took a second for Oras to question him, a flustered tone to his mental voice, ‘Wait, you sly demi-god, what do you mean by that?’

‘Buy us some time, would you?’ Eleos didn’t think it was necessary to answer him.

‘Eleos wait! Don’t you dare-’

The mage had already walled off his thoughts, pointedly slamming the metaphorical door in his mind; no one would bother them.

"Eleos, please, I’m going to-!"

Silver eyes snapped open, fingers on his right hand quickly giving Shay’s member a tap; an arcane lock etched itself around the base of his overly-excited cock, the tip weeping a glinting string of precum.

Shay’s knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the handles, mouth forming an "O" around a soundless moan, eyes wide and unfocused as his impending climax was forced to a stop by whatever magic Eleos had used to circle his dick.

His back hit the cushion on the chair with a thud as his breathing came back in sharp ins and outs. "Ha, ha f***…I thought I was going to…"

Eleos chuckled, moving forward to hold his flushed face in his warm hands, his sparkling hair brushing along their skin as it flowed around them. "Not yet, dear, I won’t let you." At the thoroughly mortified sound Shay made, he sealed their lips together, swallowing the noise.

Shay tangled his tongue with the Dark Mages’ own, drowning in his taste. One part of him might have been offended that Eleos had barred him from reaching orgasm, but it was far outweighed by wanting the pleasure to continue. Keeping himself on the edge like this made everything that much more intense; it was intoxicating.

Eleos didn’t break their kiss, in fact he tilted his head to deepen it. The young mage was so enthralled that he nearly forgot about the doppelganger -that is, until Eleos’ voice came to murmur in his ear through its mouth.

"We have a little bit of time to fill while I prepare you for me," it said with a silky quality to the copied voice, "So, why don’t we see how well you take to getting your hair styled, hm?"

"Hm!?" Shay’s confused exclamation was swallowed up by the real Eleos giving him tongue in the most mind-boggling manner.

A heavy breath got sucked into his lungs as the handsome mage unstuck their lips, shuddering through his entire body while Eleos licked his way down his neck, along his clavicle and further to one perked, flushed nipple. "Eleos, I-I don’t think that’s really necessary consi-considering, oh heavens!" That salacious mouth sucked his nipple into its warm depths, cutting off his train of thought quite abruptly.

‘He doesn’t need to think about that’ Eleos thought to himself, swirling the tip of his tongue around the pert nub, small gasps leaving his lover’s throat. He swore to Oras that he would make the head-shaving as painless as possible; so, he overwhelmed Shay’s senses. If his mind was too busy trying to keep itself from shattering under his ministrations, then there would be no room left for anything else. Getting his copy to play around with those long platinum locks was just oil to add to the fire.

Shay tried to keep his groaning to a minimum, even as Eleos’ left hand played his body like an organ and flicked his other nipple. He had never thought that part of his body could be so sensitive, but alas, Eleos kept surprising him. He was dimly aware of the other Eleos rummaging around under that linen again, but his head whipped around to the real deal between his legs when his right hand began massaging the globe of his ass.

He yelped; two simultaneous actions came from both the original and the clone: Eleos’ finger circling his anus, and the copy’s hand running a thin rat-tailed comb through a section of his hair.

Eleos’ popped his nipple out of his smiling mouth, "Keep your head still, won’t you, little apprentice?"

A groan rumbled in Shay’s chest. "No promises…"

A chorus of laughter from his two tormentors. Shave or no shave, the young man knew he would remember this night for very different reasons.

The copy sectioned out his hair, in ways Shay knew would resemble the techniques used by Elder Mages to make the elaborate styles that denoted their rank. He had witnessed such a styling once, when he had been a novice apprentice; how deftly a duo or trio of mages would run specialized combs and brushes through long blonde hair, the way they braided, wove and interlaced each strand with precision, how they added jewelry and gold filaments to certain strands…

Clips held his hair into different sections, while the thin end of that comb passed around his temple, near the thin strands of hair that framed his face. The heat from the glowing runes on the ground had nearly dried his hair by now.

An appreciative hum rose from his heaving chest, where Eleos still laved at his nipples while his other hand teased the tight ring of flesh between his cheeks. He trembled fiercely, barely able to keep his eyes open or his head still through this overload of stimulus. His skin prickled wherever he was touched, twitching where Eleos’ flowing hair tickled him.

Eleos murmured a new incantation, right hand leaving Shay’s hole momentarily as he willed a substance into existence in his hand, around his fingers…

Shay was too focused on the copy braiding his hair close to his scalp to notice what Eleos intended to do, but he wasn’t innocent; he expected an intrusion soon enough, anticipated it, even. Loving noises filled the moist cavern air as his lover’s doppelganger quickly wove small braids all along one side of his head, around his ear.

Something slick brushed against his hole.

He jumped, blue eyes opening wide to regard the handsome man doting affection on him. "I’ve never…" he let the sentence die off at the comforting gaze Eleos sent him.

A soft kiss stole his breath away. "I know. I will be careful."

Eleos had his copy turn Shay’s head to the side; he wouldn’t see anything from where he sat anyway.

The young mage’s breath hitched as a slippery finger massaged his clenched ring, but at an insistent command to relax from the copy braiding his hair, Shay let himself focus on the sensation at his head. It worked wonders; the tight passage welcomed the insertion almost immediately.

A low moan told Eleos his intrusion was well-received. With a satisfied smirk and a gentle kiss on his lover’s chest, he slowly pushed further in, watching how Shay’s features contorted with discomfort at first, and then relaxed into an expression of pure awe. His clone had finished braiding three rows of plaits against the young mage’s scalp, tying them off just as the hair pulled away from his head, the rest of the long tresses left dangling bellow the golden ties.

Shay let his head be pushed to the other side, eyes closed in bliss as he felt Eleos’ finger move around inside him. He couldn’t tell what he was doing, but whatever motion he made with his digit had his insides spasming in delight. His toes curled where they lay perched in the air, hands trying to stay around the padded handles, even if all he wanted to do was pull Eleos close to him.

And then, Eleos made a come-hither motion with his finger, and found what he was looking for.

Shay’s entire body jerked in the chair, a sound of confused pleasure bursting forth from his lips unbidden. The clone stilled his head with firm hands, a whimper rising from his throat as he demanded, "What was that!?"

Eleos smirked, though Shay didn’t see it. "Did it feel good?"

"Y-yes, what is that?" He struggled to keep from jerking away again when his lover repeated the motion.

"A man’s hidden treasure," Eleos explained, testing the movement again, much to the same results: Shay whimpered with desire. "Musuni had not intended for it to be used like this, but she finds it wonderful how far humans are willing to go to find pleasure. She regrets not putting it somewhere else on the physical form."

"I don’t need a history lesson right now- oh, ha, ha!" He ground his teeth together, desperately trying to hold on the frayed threads of his sanity. Eleos’ copy was finishing the left side of his head now, adorning it with the same plaits as the right. "Just don’t stop, please, whatever you do…!"

"I don’t intend to…yet." Eleos chuckled at the barely repressed whine. "Let’s see how well you take another…"

Indescribable fullness. Shay could not tell where his body began, only that it was concentrated in that spot that the handsome mage rubbed against. His erection leaked copiously onto his stomach, but whenever he felt close to being undone, the arcane lock around his base stemmed the tide, willing it into submission back into his body. His testicles pulled close to his body, tight and full and begging to be emptied, but as long as Eleos held control, he would be kept from falling into euphoria.

This tortuous cycle repeated itself many times, with the addition of deep strokes from Eleos’ fingers, an in-and-out motion that had Shay bucking his hips in time to the sometimes slow, sometimes quick movements that threatened to shatter his mind. His hands hurt from where they clenched around the chair’s handles, his head tingled where the hair atop his head was woven into a five-strand braid that hugged his sensitized scalp. Small locks framing his face were woven into four-stranded plaits, in a way that allowed one of the strands to be held as an anchor point to push the others along the length, creating a woven circlet that was pined around his head with gold thread and clasps.

Eleos pushed a third finger in at some point, causing strident shrieks to pass through Shay’s clenched teeth every so often, puncturing the stillness of the cavern. All the while, Eleos and his copy murmured dirty, sinful things in his ears, played with his body like a harpist plays the harp; with grace and fluidity and barely-there touches.

His long hair was woven into a multitude of different plaits and laced together with intricate designs only Eleos and his doppelganger could see, and how beautiful he looked, Eleos marveled. And here they had to get rid of it; it was sad, but it was necessary.

He looked dazzling, handsome, with half his hair in a ponytail at the back of his head, strands left loose around his blushing, sweaty face, golden rings and other bedazzlements glinting in his platinum locks.

He wished he could show Shay how beautiful he was, but he knew deep down, that if he did, Shay would cry anew at having to sacrifice his mane. Besides, the Dark Mage hadn’t worked his lover up for nothing.

He was ready, he knew; nearly begging for release as his body shook, squirmed and writhed uncontrollably within the confines of the chair. His hole spasmed around Eleos’ fingers as they attacked his treasure, eyes closed and tears gathered at their corners as sound after sound spilled from his saliva-slicked lips.

He gave the signal for his clone to take the filigree-embellished, golden scissors from beneath the linen.

"Shay," He murmured sweetly in the smaller man’s ear, left hand stroking his own neglected erection as he did, "Do you still want me? Do you want me to make us as one?"

Shay shamed himself, uncaring, and begged for it, "Oh mercy, yes! I need it, please, gods, f***! I’m going to die if-"

"Shh…" Eleos shushed, his head blocking the view of the table, nose rubbing against Shay’s sweat-slicked cheek. "Just breathe, I will be as gentle as possible."

But for what? For the penetration? Or the cutting of those long platinum locks? Even Eleos couldn’t truly say as his copy positioned himself behind the chair, at the ready. He kissed Shay with a passion and tenderness that had the tears in his sapphire eyes streaming down his face, brows pulled together in anticipation.

Eleos removed his fingers, positioned himself at Shay’s entrance, and even if it was just the rounded tip, the young mage shuddered and whimpered for what was to come. He wanted this. He wanted it with the same burning passion that he had felt when he had first met Eleos on the wisteria-strewn bridge so many weeks ago, when he had fallen apart in his bed at the mere thought of the man before him.

The culmination of all these weeks of fluctuating, intense emotion slammed into him as he wept in Eleos’ arms, but he smiled through it all.

"Love me," he whispered at last.

Eleos’ silver eyes dripped with their own glistening tears as he willed his clone to take up a braided strand of Shay’s hair. "I always have."

The tip of Eleos’ erection entered Shay just as the first snap of the scissors echoed between the cavern walls-

And an agonized cry ripped from Shay’s mouth.

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The first snip. How will it go from here? Any ideas? Constructive criticism is always appreciated. I will thoroughly enjoy writing the next part.

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