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Viren furrowed his brows as he looked at Aaravos, mouth opening slightly in surprise. Then he looked back to the mystical bug he held in his right hand.
"You want me to—?"
"Ah, Viren," Aaravos crooned, leaning in. "I did not misspeak."
Viren scrunched up his nose, disgust curling his lips. Yes, he'd done many odd things in his time as a dark mage, had tasted an assortment of vile parts of dead creatures, and yet…
"Absolutely not," Viren asserted, wishing he could simply hand Aaravos the bug.
Aaravos began to circle him, and against Viren's wishes the bug began to crawl up his hand, under his sleeve.
Oh, I'm going to be sick.
Viren clenched his jaw.
"It's just one tiny bug," Aaravos said. "Haven't you done worse before? Don't you wish to possess the power of the Sun Orb?"
Aaravos was behind him now, the bug was under his sleeve, crawling.
"Or do you truly wish for your armies to perish from dragon fire? We can turn back now, give up the war on Xadia. Let them win."
He imagined the sensation of Aaravos's hands on him despite his incorporeality as he brushed his hands against him, one along his jaw. Or perhaps it wasn't his imagination. Some spell, or power he was unaware of?
The bug crawled higher, making Viren shiver.
"Maybe there's another way," Viren hedged, stomach roiling at the thought of having this strange bug in his mouth.
Aaravos let out a deep laugh that was chilling and delightful all at once. "There is not." He held his chin, Viren feeling it somehow. The bug was at his shoulder now, Viren tensing and cringing from it, a sound of distress leaving him. "Think of it as… an extension of myself."
"I know it is!" Viren snapped.
His breathing grew heavier as Aaravos leaned in, ghostly lips so close to his, lips he'd thought about extensively for weeks now.
"Come now, Viren, haven't you ever wondered what it feels like to have me in you?"
Viren recoiled, attempting to back up, but something—Aaravos's magic—held him fast.
Yes, he'd thought about it, thought about them in many ways, had considered endless possibilities. Of course he had! He'd been drawn to Aaravos since he'd first laid eyes on him. But putting this thing in his mouth was not the same as—as—as kissing Aaravos, or taking his cock into his mouth to feel the power of pleasuring him. Or… was it? Could it be?
Aaravos ran his surprisingly warm thumb over his bottom lip, Viren shivering.
The bug was on his shoulder now, crawling up the side of his neck.
"This is different," Viren argued, voice weak, horribly close to submitting to this.
"How? It's still a part of me, isn't it? And you want me, Viren. I know you do."
"But—"
Aaravos's breath brushed along his lips as he crooned, "Open wide."
Viren groaned as the bug made its way up his neck, to his jaw, so close to his mouth. He couldn't breathe, the world was spinning.
Aaravos only lightly held his jaw, so Viren was the one who opened his mouth to let the bug in.
He gagged as it crawled inside him, squeezing his eyes shut, but he did what he could to keep the bug in.
In seconds he was sure he was going to be sick, and was fighting his body's pleading to spit it out.
It crawled along his tongue.
Aaravos closed his mouth.
The bug settled inside as Aaravos's lips somehow pressed against his.
A strange tingle ran down Viren's spine, burning in his gut.
As his body calmed down, accepting the bug in the back of his mouth, Viren kissed back. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold Aaravos with whatever magic he was using, so he settled for clenching his hands into fists to avoid looking like a fool grasping uselessly at empty air.
Aaravos sucked on his bottom lip, and Viren struggled to hold in a groan. Then his tongue licked into his mouth, and that groan came out. Need grew hot in him, and standing still wasn't enough. He reached for Aaravos, needing to feel the face he'd dreamed about, fantasized about.
His hands fell through empty air, and he grunted, trying to pull away. Aaravos still held him fast in his magical grip.
Aaravos ended the kiss, but his hot breaths were still on Viren's face, causing pleasurable tingles to pulse through him.
"See?" Aaravos asked, low voice somehow lower. "Was that so hard?"
"N-no," Viren got out.
"Hmm, now for the best part."
What?!
"Swallow."