tenshinoakuma | aphodisiac!Trian

BECAUSE LJ ATE THE ORIGINAL ONE.

AND BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE WANT MORE SUGGESTIVENESS TOWARDS THEIR SUPPOSED GAY-NESS!

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...Not that anything really happens

(COMPLETELY SKIPS ANY INTRODUCTION/EXPLAINATION OF WTF IS HAPPENING)

“C-could you just…just…” His words tumbled over each other, “…holdmeplease?”

There was a hint of pleading in the high wizard’s voice, something Tyler couldn’t refuse. Sighing, Tyler set his stick down on the floor and sat on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the thinner man, worried when he felt Trian shiver under him, despite how warm Trian felt. Trian sighed and leaned further against him, edging onto the professor’s lap, long hair lightly brushing against Tyler’s arm. Tyler frowned when he caught the sickly scent of sweat…and something else.

Before Tyler knew what was happening, Trian’s mouth met his. Too shocked to move, Tyler barely registered the hungry licks and bites of the high wizard along his lips, ears, neck. Trian’s thin fingers dug into Tyler’s back as he made a soft sound in the back of his throat. Trian grazed his teeth along the side of Tyler’s jaw, his breath warm against Tyler’s neck. Trian’s shaky fingers began to slide to Tyler’s hip, slipping under his shirt…

Finally coming back to his senses, Tyler gently pushed Trian away, ignoring the high wizard’s protests. He recognised that scent in Trian’s breath now. A mixture of the ingredients used in berserk and awakening potions, that heady, perfumed scent was a tell-tale sign of the most popular hallucinogenic aphrodisiac used in Al de Baran.

…Someone must have slipped it into the high wizard’s wine.

“P-please, Tyler! I c-can’t tell what’s real anymore…” Tyler felt Trian’s fingers wrap around his arm. Desperate. Needy. “But you’re…you’re real. I-I’ll be okay if you staywithmeplease?”

“No, you’re not yourself,” Tyler replied firmly, ignoring the ache gnawing at him. He pried Trian’s fingers from his arm. “You were drugged at dinner. I’m going try to get you something that’ll let you sleep it off.”

“No, don’t leave me!” The full force of Trian throwing himself at Tyler knocked the professor flat. Tyler could feel the pounding of Trian’s heart and the unnatural warmth coming from him. Trian’s hands, usually carefully withdrawn, were roaming all over him…

“Trian.” Tyler shoved the high wizard off him, wincing when he hear the muffled thump when Trian hit the floor. Tyler’s hands were discreetly making motions behind his back. “This is completely inappropriate. Do you really want to…” Tyler refused to let his mind go down that path. “You don’t want to do something that you’ll regret in the morning.”

The high wizard let out and angry, desperate cry, the words for an incantation on his lips. But Tyler had known him for far too long, and had known what Trian would try to do now. Striding towards the sound, Tyler slapped him, stinging and painful, but not damaging, interrupting the spell. There was silence, before a stream of colourful language began to come from the high wizard. Trian gave a muffled sound of surprise when he realised he couldn’t move from stone and wooden bindings created by Tyler’s magic.

“I’m sorry, Trian,” Tyler murmured, untying his blindfold and awkwardly gagging the high wizard with it. Trian struggled, angry sounds coming from deep in his throat. “This isn’t your fault.”

Tyler sighed as he picked up his stick and left the room, trying to ignore the desperate pleas he could almost hear.

"Oh, Professor o__o!" The familiar voice of the sage, Ami, floated towards him. "I was not expexting to...um...are those...bites...on your neck?"

"...nothing happened."