Untitled: Jaffar x Erk
Type: Fanfiction
Fandom: Fire Emblem
Pairing: Jaffar x Erk
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Mildly disturbing lack of dialog. Features Jaffar, that's enough of a warning.
Summary: Apparently the "Angel of Death" does not feel so bloodthirsty today, in fact, he craves for a whole different kind of action. Or does he?
Neatly folded tomes stood out from among an unkept ammount of old and thick, hard-covered books distributed throughout an immense secretary whose top shelves appeared flooded in ancient looking, dust covered compendiums. Unique pieces of art with covers displaying fantastic illustrations of mythical creatures obscurely sliding in and out the painted oceans, stood carelessly piled on the table’s corner, forgotten at the moment.
The sheer aroma of old literature inevitably clouded the room as it’s owner settled on the mahogany chair (reminiscent of some forgotten architectonic epoch) with a shushed huff and began to run through pages of yellowed paper, allowing thin fingers to caress the smooth texture. The gaunt boy’s eyes wholly fixed on the printed words, devouring their knowledge with a hunger few would claim to surpass. “From between advanced fire magic, spells whose components allure to dark and unnatural paths will be the most difficult to perfom. It is of dire importance that only an experienced mage should attempt at conjuring such power or the consequences might be disastrous. For a spell similar to Hellfire you will need…”
Erk stiffled a grunt stuck deep within his throat and slammed his fist down against the fragile book, managing to instantly crumple some of its pages before shaking the innocent thing aside onto the hoard of rejects. Despite the man’s seemingly unwavering taste for musing on all magical arts, the frustration slowly building at the pit of his stomach felt heinous as it scorched its way up while obnoxious papers mounted up to further clutter Erk’s once glittering desk. Not that he was any closer to comprehending such an ethereal answer for his quandary, of course not. If something, Erk found himself mindlessly aroused by this ebony shadow threathening to stain a perfect enlightenment.
Thirsty with need, unable to encounter fulfillment just yet, Erk sighted softly, allowing his head to slump against a tiny clean surface, an graceful oasis inbetween ungodly scriptures, and squeezed his eyes shut applying such strenght that his eyebrows automatically furrowed together. All the while his frantic digging for answers had lasted, Erk’s puzzled mind had been so attuned to the man’s reading, disregarding any obvious signs of how the sun had shone merrily outside during all afternoon, before retiring to hide on some distant horizon, far distant from known land - that now, as a setting sun left the scenery, blending into the shadow engulfing a great piece of sky (now tinted pink and orange), the sage realized he would hinder everyone if mopping around became daily business.
Whipping his head from its awkward rest spot and rising, almost sucessfully but not before knocking down a few dozens lighter fictions perched upon a lower stand, Erk stomped forward, ungraceful clumsiness enveloping his every move due to the mage’s precipitated hurry, the past incident having shook usually detached Erk beyond doubt. Erk’s sole had just barely given time to scrap across the wooden board when he inhaled sharply, the oxygen having just been stolen from his lungs upon running into a massive, strangely warm figure.
Glacing upwards, Erk’s convulsed a tad nothing too much upon realising who was (soothingly, mind you) holding him.
“Jaffar…”
The studious man felt like screaming, his tomes were only about two foots away, perhaps, if he somehow matched an assassin’s skill, he would be able to defend himself instead of hanging uselessly against the other’s chest. Erk’s emotions bubbled, what was he supposed to do?
“Don’t get all worked up for nothing, I’m not here to murder you;” Jaffar laughed darkly, a sound Erk was surprise ever listen to, while releasing the skittish boy from his heated embrace.
Erk paced until his back stood firmly set against the secretary. “That’s a first.” he sneered, confident now that his precious tomes stood within reach of an arm. “But I find it hard to believe.”
Striding forward with astonishing velocity (an elite assassin unique ability), Jaffar came to stand beside poor sage Erk within a second’s notice, altogether way too close for conmfort; the redheaded male hand discreetly ran over a pile of discarted feathery quills by his side as he leaned in, sucessfully enclosing Erk’s shivering frame. A smirk erupted, unseen, to cloud his radiant features.
“Suit yourself;” Hot air, blown by pale albeit warm lips caressed Erk’s earloabe and the boy gasped, utterly bewildered, “But it never crossed my mind to picture you with suicidal tendencies.” Erk nodded dumbly, taken aback by the sudden display of...something. Was it lust sparkling on the assassin’s eyes?
“Stop that!” Erk managed, uncertainty staining the studious mage hitching growl as Jaffar’s came to halt dangerously close to his near-white, sensitive skin. Most likely this remarkably pale from the boy’s refusal to leave during day, stuck on his mindless study routine.
“I told you, I’m not planning on killing you, what are you so worried about?” The oh-so-sexy hoarse voice working its wonders as the sage melted for a moment before coming to his senses and snaping furiously.
“I’m not!” Erk spat, hissing ever so slightly as his hand moved from the cluttered table to land on Jaffar’s pitch black garments, wishing he had been strong enought to shover the older man aside and escape. “Ugh! Let me go!
Jaffar, his immense, muscled, toned body didn’t budge a single inch, despite how courageously Erk pushed. His simple answer consisting of a blasé “No”.
“What have I ever done to bother you?” Erk’s tone skimmed desperation as it dropped to an nearly inaudible murmur. He had never interacted with this assassin, having always felt a sort of preocupation regarding Jaffar’s seemingly, singular tendencies. Erk felt exceedingly vulnarable upon falling for this ambush. He was afraid. “Please;” Resorting to beg was the bottommost of low, but he gave it a try either way. “Please, let me go.” He couldn’t help the idea of upcoming, violent agony at this cruel murderer hands, so Erk shivered, imaginary pain shotting throughtout his muscles. Similar to endless tiny needles piercing flesh, clawing at his quickly decreasing sanity.
Barely aware of how miserable he sounded, sobs mournfully breaking free from his pained lungs, Erk, due to this new anguish, missed it entirely when Jaffar’s powerful hand was laid over his shoulder, gently pulling the younger, whimpering boy towards his chest. Choking a breath as he felt the weight pressing to his back, Erk froze, motionless for a moment before allowing Jaffar to calm him, despite their anterior struggle.
“Erk;” the sage trembled at the sound of his name being whispered by those godly lips. “I said, no harm will to you, just relax.” Tenderly, Jaffar bowed his face down, as if trying to make this command happen and he placed a tiny, butterfly kiss on the stoic mage’s forehead. Whose eyes jolted instantly wide open at the fleeting pleasure of lips on skin, ghostly brushing.
Admist their thorny silence, Erk’s mind trailed aimlessly. Ancient tomes recreating an idealistic display of hundred, perhaps thousand long years spent researching on magical lore still sat exactly behind the teenager, their power safelly locked within sealed boundaries. Maybe, if his luck proved to be worth its trust, Erk would be able to escape Jaffar’s hold. Whereas now the mage’s mind waved inbetween arranging the escape, and if he failed, only god knows what Jaffar could possibly work up to hurt him; or, Erk thought increasingly about this better looking option as he drowned in the cool tingle of hefty arms encircle his lighter body, clutching at his waist, Erk could choose to, as they happen to often mention - go with the flow.
“Why?” He asked finally, but not before gulping an uncanny quantity of oxygen, relishing at the fresh sensation while attempting to steady himself, prepared for how Jaffar could snap at him.
When Jaffar’s lips fell open in a meek attempt to answer, Erk shuddered, here was something he hadn’t been expecting, justifications. “I-I don’t know...” The older man trailed off, his voice echoing away.
“I always thought you were with Nino.” Erk stated plainy after a flash of pregnant silence, employing unnecessary emphasis to the “I” pronoun, half reckoning how Jaffar would explode at being queried something as personal.
Focusing down on the boy’s apparently innocent front, the assassin’s eyes blinked twice as incredulity filled them. “I was never with Nino, obviously we fought together countless times and have made great friends of eachother, as expected, but I was never with her, no.” He fiercely countered, voice tinted husky with emotion. “Is that what they gossip on our backs?”
“No!” An afflicted exclamation bubbled from the younger boy’s mouth as he sunk further onto the folds of Jaffar’s charcoal cloak, angling his head ever so insignificantly to rest on Jaffar’s neck “That’s not what I meant. I just-I mean, everyone’s intimidated by you…” Fidgeting nervously around smooth fabric, Erk swirled on the man’s arms, anxiously turning to gaze at his distressed grimace, secretly wishing he’d be able to wipe it out. “I…sorry.”
“Don’t. It’s not your fault, having to battle among those nonsensical, war-crazed, blabbering idiots.” Oddly, Jaffar drew out a sigh, causing the mage to jerk away out of instinct, aware that, thanks to this sloppy movement, he now stood less than a inch from the assassin’s lovely face. Who temtaptively outstretched a hand for Erk’s own, while the other safely flew to the wooden surface beside him, startled, removing it when electricy coursed through their bodies, throbbing and tickling were their skin had entwined together, with pleasurable warmth.
Curling his fist over one of Erk’s astonishingly silky, impossibly violet locks, Jaffar, barely aware of the breath he had held, exhaled heavily as his hand slid downwards to tenderly caress the boy’s cheek, whose face was now a blotchy red tint, which darkened as Erk’s mind grasped knowledge of what was surely said to happen next.
“Oh God,” Erk’s brain almost literaly died and was revived within a moment, spinning as he tried to decide whether to feel ectastic or depressed; if the hand stroking his, could possibly mean what the sage was guessing, then, Erk swallowed thickly, finding it very difficult to make his dry throat to work at such a time, the inexperienced stoic teenager was about to experience a kiss, his first!
“May I?” Ever the outstanding, perfect assassin gentleman, Jaffar’s question fluttered away when he timely closed the remaining space. Exquisite breath, pleasantly teasing Erk’s chin as he spoke.
“Yes,” Barely audible, the mage’s reply, drenched in uttermost, overwhelming need, surprised Erk himself. Seemingly, strong enought to slash through their garments, Jaffar’s hold tighened.
And it was excruciatingly slow, heated, senseless, Erk struggled to breath at the sheer, beautiful fluttering in his stomach. Upon perceiving the boy’s distress, Jaffar muttered affectionately against the mage’s lips, “Calm down,” causing him to gasp, startled, and allowing the assassin a moment to thrust his tongue into Erk’s mouth, relishing on the moist flavour of it. Bliss erupted, which had the youngster release a deep, heart warming moan as Jaffar’s muscle slide, stirring the boy’s own tongue, breathlessly moving against the man, whose musky scent intoxicated Erk as his mouth ravished the boy.
Altogether, a memorable moment; forcefully degraded, beyond the youngster’s most insane, wildest dreams; those tender few, proclaimed impossible, yet cherished dreamland fantasies now coming back to life, even if shortly. Lukewarm, the sheer sensation of tiny, ghost-like touches, teasing lithe fingers pressed down on exposed flesh, limited poor Erk’s halfway lust induced mind, which now glossed over major details, exchanging them for all awareness he could muster; drifting onto every single brush, each hovering tingle, rightfully absorved to the strange world where mere trails licked down to his collarbone felt luscious; boosting white-hot, blistering pleasure and definitely contributing to how the mage’s undergarments seemed constraining.
Fandom: Fire Emblem
Pairing: Jaffar x Erk
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Mildly disturbing lack of dialog. Features Jaffar, that's enough of a warning.
Summary: Apparently the "Angel of Death" does not feel so bloodthirsty today, in fact, he craves for a whole different kind of action. Or does he?
Neatly folded tomes stood out from among an unkept ammount of old and thick, hard-covered books distributed throughout an immense secretary whose top shelves appeared flooded in ancient looking, dust covered compendiums. Unique pieces of art with covers displaying fantastic illustrations of mythical creatures obscurely sliding in and out the painted oceans, stood carelessly piled on the table’s corner, forgotten at the moment.
The sheer aroma of old literature inevitably clouded the room as it’s owner settled on the mahogany chair (reminiscent of some forgotten architectonic epoch) with a shushed huff and began to run through pages of yellowed paper, allowing thin fingers to caress the smooth texture. The gaunt boy’s eyes wholly fixed on the printed words, devouring their knowledge with a hunger few would claim to surpass. “From between advanced fire magic, spells whose components allure to dark and unnatural paths will be the most difficult to perfom. It is of dire importance that only an experienced mage should attempt at conjuring such power or the consequences might be disastrous. For a spell similar to Hellfire you will need…”
Erk stiffled a grunt stuck deep within his throat and slammed his fist down against the fragile book, managing to instantly crumple some of its pages before shaking the innocent thing aside onto the hoard of rejects. Despite the man’s seemingly unwavering taste for musing on all magical arts, the frustration slowly building at the pit of his stomach felt heinous as it scorched its way up while obnoxious papers mounted up to further clutter Erk’s once glittering desk. Not that he was any closer to comprehending such an ethereal answer for his quandary, of course not. If something, Erk found himself mindlessly aroused by this ebony shadow threathening to stain a perfect enlightenment.
Thirsty with need, unable to encounter fulfillment just yet, Erk sighted softly, allowing his head to slump against a tiny clean surface, an graceful oasis inbetween ungodly scriptures, and squeezed his eyes shut applying such strenght that his eyebrows automatically furrowed together. All the while his frantic digging for answers had lasted, Erk’s puzzled mind had been so attuned to the man’s reading, disregarding any obvious signs of how the sun had shone merrily outside during all afternoon, before retiring to hide on some distant horizon, far distant from known land - that now, as a setting sun left the scenery, blending into the shadow engulfing a great piece of sky (now tinted pink and orange), the sage realized he would hinder everyone if mopping around became daily business.
Whipping his head from its awkward rest spot and rising, almost sucessfully but not before knocking down a few dozens lighter fictions perched upon a lower stand, Erk stomped forward, ungraceful clumsiness enveloping his every move due to the mage’s precipitated hurry, the past incident having shook usually detached Erk beyond doubt. Erk’s sole had just barely given time to scrap across the wooden board when he inhaled sharply, the oxygen having just been stolen from his lungs upon running into a massive, strangely warm figure.
Glacing upwards, Erk’s convulsed a tad nothing too much upon realising who was (soothingly, mind you) holding him.
“Jaffar…”
The studious man felt like screaming, his tomes were only about two foots away, perhaps, if he somehow matched an assassin’s skill, he would be able to defend himself instead of hanging uselessly against the other’s chest. Erk’s emotions bubbled, what was he supposed to do?
“Don’t get all worked up for nothing, I’m not here to murder you;” Jaffar laughed darkly, a sound Erk was surprise ever listen to, while releasing the skittish boy from his heated embrace.
Erk paced until his back stood firmly set against the secretary. “That’s a first.” he sneered, confident now that his precious tomes stood within reach of an arm. “But I find it hard to believe.”
Striding forward with astonishing velocity (an elite assassin unique ability), Jaffar came to stand beside poor sage Erk within a second’s notice, altogether way too close for conmfort; the redheaded male hand discreetly ran over a pile of discarted feathery quills by his side as he leaned in, sucessfully enclosing Erk’s shivering frame. A smirk erupted, unseen, to cloud his radiant features.
“Suit yourself;” Hot air, blown by pale albeit warm lips caressed Erk’s earloabe and the boy gasped, utterly bewildered, “But it never crossed my mind to picture you with suicidal tendencies.” Erk nodded dumbly, taken aback by the sudden display of...something. Was it lust sparkling on the assassin’s eyes?
“Stop that!” Erk managed, uncertainty staining the studious mage hitching growl as Jaffar’s came to halt dangerously close to his near-white, sensitive skin. Most likely this remarkably pale from the boy’s refusal to leave during day, stuck on his mindless study routine.
“I told you, I’m not planning on killing you, what are you so worried about?” The oh-so-sexy hoarse voice working its wonders as the sage melted for a moment before coming to his senses and snaping furiously.
“I’m not!” Erk spat, hissing ever so slightly as his hand moved from the cluttered table to land on Jaffar’s pitch black garments, wishing he had been strong enought to shover the older man aside and escape. “Ugh! Let me go!
Jaffar, his immense, muscled, toned body didn’t budge a single inch, despite how courageously Erk pushed. His simple answer consisting of a blasé “No”.
“What have I ever done to bother you?” Erk’s tone skimmed desperation as it dropped to an nearly inaudible murmur. He had never interacted with this assassin, having always felt a sort of preocupation regarding Jaffar’s seemingly, singular tendencies. Erk felt exceedingly vulnarable upon falling for this ambush. He was afraid. “Please;” Resorting to beg was the bottommost of low, but he gave it a try either way. “Please, let me go.” He couldn’t help the idea of upcoming, violent agony at this cruel murderer hands, so Erk shivered, imaginary pain shotting throughtout his muscles. Similar to endless tiny needles piercing flesh, clawing at his quickly decreasing sanity.
Barely aware of how miserable he sounded, sobs mournfully breaking free from his pained lungs, Erk, due to this new anguish, missed it entirely when Jaffar’s powerful hand was laid over his shoulder, gently pulling the younger, whimpering boy towards his chest. Choking a breath as he felt the weight pressing to his back, Erk froze, motionless for a moment before allowing Jaffar to calm him, despite their anterior struggle.
“Erk;” the sage trembled at the sound of his name being whispered by those godly lips. “I said, no harm will to you, just relax.” Tenderly, Jaffar bowed his face down, as if trying to make this command happen and he placed a tiny, butterfly kiss on the stoic mage’s forehead. Whose eyes jolted instantly wide open at the fleeting pleasure of lips on skin, ghostly brushing.
Admist their thorny silence, Erk’s mind trailed aimlessly. Ancient tomes recreating an idealistic display of hundred, perhaps thousand long years spent researching on magical lore still sat exactly behind the teenager, their power safelly locked within sealed boundaries. Maybe, if his luck proved to be worth its trust, Erk would be able to escape Jaffar’s hold. Whereas now the mage’s mind waved inbetween arranging the escape, and if he failed, only god knows what Jaffar could possibly work up to hurt him; or, Erk thought increasingly about this better looking option as he drowned in the cool tingle of hefty arms encircle his lighter body, clutching at his waist, Erk could choose to, as they happen to often mention - go with the flow.
“Why?” He asked finally, but not before gulping an uncanny quantity of oxygen, relishing at the fresh sensation while attempting to steady himself, prepared for how Jaffar could snap at him.
When Jaffar’s lips fell open in a meek attempt to answer, Erk shuddered, here was something he hadn’t been expecting, justifications. “I-I don’t know...” The older man trailed off, his voice echoing away.
“I always thought you were with Nino.” Erk stated plainy after a flash of pregnant silence, employing unnecessary emphasis to the “I” pronoun, half reckoning how Jaffar would explode at being queried something as personal.
Focusing down on the boy’s apparently innocent front, the assassin’s eyes blinked twice as incredulity filled them. “I was never with Nino, obviously we fought together countless times and have made great friends of eachother, as expected, but I was never with her, no.” He fiercely countered, voice tinted husky with emotion. “Is that what they gossip on our backs?”
“No!” An afflicted exclamation bubbled from the younger boy’s mouth as he sunk further onto the folds of Jaffar’s charcoal cloak, angling his head ever so insignificantly to rest on Jaffar’s neck “That’s not what I meant. I just-I mean, everyone’s intimidated by you…” Fidgeting nervously around smooth fabric, Erk swirled on the man’s arms, anxiously turning to gaze at his distressed grimace, secretly wishing he’d be able to wipe it out. “I…sorry.”
“Don’t. It’s not your fault, having to battle among those nonsensical, war-crazed, blabbering idiots.” Oddly, Jaffar drew out a sigh, causing the mage to jerk away out of instinct, aware that, thanks to this sloppy movement, he now stood less than a inch from the assassin’s lovely face. Who temtaptively outstretched a hand for Erk’s own, while the other safely flew to the wooden surface beside him, startled, removing it when electricy coursed through their bodies, throbbing and tickling were their skin had entwined together, with pleasurable warmth.
Curling his fist over one of Erk’s astonishingly silky, impossibly violet locks, Jaffar, barely aware of the breath he had held, exhaled heavily as his hand slid downwards to tenderly caress the boy’s cheek, whose face was now a blotchy red tint, which darkened as Erk’s mind grasped knowledge of what was surely said to happen next.
“Oh God,” Erk’s brain almost literaly died and was revived within a moment, spinning as he tried to decide whether to feel ectastic or depressed; if the hand stroking his, could possibly mean what the sage was guessing, then, Erk swallowed thickly, finding it very difficult to make his dry throat to work at such a time, the inexperienced stoic teenager was about to experience a kiss, his first!
“May I?” Ever the outstanding, perfect assassin gentleman, Jaffar’s question fluttered away when he timely closed the remaining space. Exquisite breath, pleasantly teasing Erk’s chin as he spoke.
“Yes,” Barely audible, the mage’s reply, drenched in uttermost, overwhelming need, surprised Erk himself. Seemingly, strong enought to slash through their garments, Jaffar’s hold tighened.
And it was excruciatingly slow, heated, senseless, Erk struggled to breath at the sheer, beautiful fluttering in his stomach. Upon perceiving the boy’s distress, Jaffar muttered affectionately against the mage’s lips, “Calm down,” causing him to gasp, startled, and allowing the assassin a moment to thrust his tongue into Erk’s mouth, relishing on the moist flavour of it. Bliss erupted, which had the youngster release a deep, heart warming moan as Jaffar’s muscle slide, stirring the boy’s own tongue, breathlessly moving against the man, whose musky scent intoxicated Erk as his mouth ravished the boy.
Altogether, a memorable moment; forcefully degraded, beyond the youngster’s most insane, wildest dreams; those tender few, proclaimed impossible, yet cherished dreamland fantasies now coming back to life, even if shortly. Lukewarm, the sheer sensation of tiny, ghost-like touches, teasing lithe fingers pressed down on exposed flesh, limited poor Erk’s halfway lust induced mind, which now glossed over major details, exchanging them for all awareness he could muster; drifting onto every single brush, each hovering tingle, rightfully absorved to the strange world where mere trails licked down to his collarbone felt luscious; boosting white-hot, blistering pleasure and definitely contributing to how the mage’s undergarments seemed constraining.