This is my first lemon (aka full sex scene) and a yaoi one! The furthest I have gone before this is heavily implied lime all the way until just before the actual act itself, and writing further than that really makes me lightheaded. Lime is still the best for me, me thinks! It’s more teasing and fits my twisted personality better anyway. But these two shameless little bastards demanded a lemon, so yeah, here it is.

Synopsis: Deimos is acting strangely, and Phobos is about to find out what is wrong firsthand.

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“Deimos! Damn it! Stop thi… ah!” An involuntary gash escaped the dark haired man’s mouth as a hot mouth latched onto the sensitive spot on his neck and suckled enthusiastically. Purple eyes darkened as the action heated his blood and woke up a certain need in his body, before he abruptly pushed the man away, with more than just his hands, and slammed him against the door. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I want… let me…” The blue-haired man moaned in a frustrated tone as he struggled against Phobos’s telekinetic hold. His pale face was unnaturally flushed and ice-blue eyes were hazy, not unlike that when he was taking his beloved drugs. And he was panting lightly as he swallowed, pulling his lover’s attention to his bobbing Adam’s apple, before he pleaded in a husky voice. “Phobos…”

Phobos stared at his partner, trying to get his usually cool and collected mind to make out what exactly is happening to him while attempting to suppress the instincts that were slowly but surely making themselves aware to him. Those instincts that were urging him to do something about those damn alluringly parted lips. Like ravaging them.

“Phobos!”

That desperate tone was distracting, Phobos thought to himself, very distracting. As Deimos made a clear whining noise at the back of his throat and a groan that was filled with need, he lost the line of thought he had.

“Damn it!” Phobos swore again as he dragged a hand through his bangs. “Why are you in such a state? Come on, tell me so that I can help you. What did you do to yourself now?”

/Hot… I want… nn…/

He gasped sharply as a flood of sexual needs and frustrations followed the telepath’s words over their mental bond and felt his body responding readily. With the realization that it was going to make things difficult for both of them if he persisted, he gave up on getting an answer for now and released Deimos from his restraints.

Blinking as he found that he could move, Deimos did not lose any time as he stumbled towards his lover and kissed him hungrily. Even as his tongue slipped through Phobos’s compliant lips, his hands reached for Phobos’s collar and tugged his shirt open with much urgency, exposing a lean muscular chest.

Nimble fingers snaked passed the soft fabric and rubbed against one pink nipple, and he swallowed the delicious moans made by Phobos’s ravished mouth. His lover’s long fingers grasped his long blue locks tightly, tugging every now and then when there was an especially pleasurable move.

/Dei… mos… oh gods…/

It did not take them long for Phobos to be completely nude and pressed against the nearby couch as half-naked Deimos licked his hardness as he would a popsicle, occasionally taking it entirely into his mouth. Phobos noted disjointedly that even in his weird condition, Deimos was still doing one hell of a good job as a pair of hands was alternating between stroking and massaging his sensitive balls.

Amethyst eyes widened as his length was engulfed completely, and Deimos hummed, a single low note that sent vibrations traveling up his spine. Black hair went flying as Phobos jerked, his mouth opened as a choked scream made its way out. He was near climaxing… if Deimos would do it again…

But his lover, perhaps hearing the plea or perhaps not, stopped and moved away to sit on his ankles, a pink tongue darting out to touch his lips repeatedly in a cat-like gesture. Phobos growled in frustration, and surprisingly, Deimos growled back with the same ferocity, causing him to frown as he watched the other man struggle with his jean’s button.

Realization hit him as he spotted the significant bulge that was probably making the other uncomfortably and more than a little difficult to undress. Sighing, Phobos pushed himself shakily off the couch, and took the one step required to reach the frantic telepath who was all by tearing at the thick material of his pants.

With a soft kiss that shortly grew serious, he distracted his lover enough to bat away the fumbling hands and undid the button that was in the way with much more success. The zipper took a little more concentration but he still managed to get it down, and with Deimos’s assistance, pulled the pants off to the long legs they encased.

Black silk briefs was tackled quickly, and when Deimos was finally without a single clothing, Phobos proceeded to return his lover the favor, painstakingly ignoring his own needs with an iron will. The encouraging sounds that Deimos made, louder than usual in his current state, was more than worth it as Phobos did his very best, applying the old and new tricks he knew. But again, Deimos stopped him by pulling away, shivering from the sheer pleasure received as the blue haired man shook his head, and pointed one shaking finger to their bedroom.

Through an unknown source of strength and determination, Phobos got himself and Deimos upright as they supported each other to the king-sized bed in their room, taking a small tube with him from the top of a drawer as they went. Collapsing on the bed, he was in for another surprise as Deimos refused his offer for the lubricant, and gave him a heavy-lidded seductive look as a pair of long legs came up to wrap around his waist.

“You… want me to take you?”

The answering rush of anticipation and desire nearly knocked him over, and the sexy inviting expression on Deimos’s face was enough to prompt him into action. Spreading a liberal amount of lube on his fingers, he proceeded to stretch his lover’s seldom used entrance, eliciting moans and mews as he added in more fingers, and occasional yelps as he brushed against the prostrate.

/Ready?/

Receiving another surge of feelings as reply, Phobos prepared and positioned himself between his partner’s legs, and entered slowly. The tightness that enclosed him when he was done was almost enough to bring him over the edge, aroused as he was by all that was done earlier, and he knew it was the same for Deimos. Despite his determination to move slowly at first, Deimos’s impatient encouragement had him pounding into the telepath’s ass even as the man maintained a dual channel of wanton cries with waves of seemingly endless pleasure.

With a scream that echoed loudly in Phobos’s mind, Deimos shuddered as he reached his climax, and brought Phobos over with him as the other’s grip around his lips tightened painfully and he went still, yelling his name over and over again like a mantra. When it finally ended, both man collapsed onto the bed, panting with exhaustion and the residue of their freshly recent activity lingering in their body.

The blue-haired man commented sleepily when his breathing was in control at last. “We should try this sometimes.”

“Not until you tell me what got into you earlier.”

“Hmm?” Deimos made a noise of acknowledgement even as he pondered the question with the remaining awake cells in his brain. “Earlier? This evening I was testing my new venom mixtures… then… then… I cannot remember very well… until I found you and kissed you… and felt like I was on fire inside… hmm? Phobos…? What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”

Phobos did not answer, but simply stared with narrowed eyed intent at the telepath’s confused face, which he noted very vaguely that was quite adorable in its own way. At last, he sighed and touched his lover’s face affectionately, and with certain amount of indulgence.

“We could try this again, provided you refine your aphrodisiac mixture.”