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Kaveh knew he shouldn’t have stormed off like he did. But Haitham made him so angry that he needed to take a walk to cool his head. Being around him nearly 24/7 wasn’t good for anyone’s mental health, Kaveh was convinced. And since Haitham had become the Acting Grand Sage, he was ever more insufferable than ever before. 

After yet another argument where Kaveh threatened to leave (they both knew that he couldn’t leave any time soon), he fled the house to take a walk in the woods. Kaveh should have been paying more attention, but he was lost in his thoughts. Without realizing it, he tripped right over a random root and ended up sprawled across the forest floor. 

Groaning in pain, he rolled over onto his back. Cautiously, he pushed himself up with his forearms. The object that he’d tripped over was currently wrapped around his ankle. Wincing, Kaveh tried to shake his foot free. The root, which was actually a vine, tightened its grip on his ankle. He followed the base of it to a brightly colored plant. It was pink and orange, much like a sunset. Sap seemed to drip from some of the petals. 

He once again tried to free himself, only to see movement out of the corner of his eye. 

“What the—”

A scream escaped him as another vine shot out of the plant, ensnaring him in its embrace. It wriggled its way across his body, squeezing tight enough to leave a mark. Terrified, he began to thrash against his restraints. 

He’d seen that flower somewhere . . . Where had he seen it? 

The library. 

Kaveh remembered doing some reading one day on flora when he stumbled upon a picture that made him squeal and slam the book shut. It was the same flower that was currently attacking him. But there was a drawing with the flower that made him throw it back on the shelf before anyone could see him reading it. 

The flower produced sap that had an aphrodisiac effect. It was very aggressive, especially when trying to spread its pollen during the warmer nights. Some scholars even sought the flower out for the unique experience being exposed to it provided. What Kaveh didn’t understand was why it chose to latch on to him. 

Two vines grasped his wrists, yanking them in opposite directions so he would be more helpless to the touch. He gasped as a sharp vine tore some of his shirt, exposing his chest to the night air. Two small flower buds latched onto his nipples, eliciting a small moan. No . . . He had to get free. He had to go. If someone walked by and saw him like that . . . His already spotty reputation would be tarnished forever. 

But the vines were stimulating him. Squeezing the buds on his chest with vigor. One was circling the growing wetness between his thighs. It was so humiliating that a sob escaped him. Why did it feel so good? 

Kaveh needed to call for help. Would anyone even hear him? Then, an idea struck him. He could ask his Akasha device—which had been repurposed to act as a communication link between the people of Sumeru—to contact someone. 

However . . . There were only a few people he could call; none of which he wanted to see him in such a compromising position. And there was another matter that complicated things: Kaveh couldn’t activate the terminal without the voice command. And the damned flower had shoved a new vine into his mouth. 

Kaveh, choking on the stupid thing, wracked his brain for any sort of solution. His vision wasn’t even with him, having been left behind after his fight with Haitham. He didn’t have any weapons, either. He only intended to take a quick walk, and he’d left so frustrated that the last thing on his mind was being prepared. 

As if reading his mind, the terminal lit up. He could feel the gentle buzz and see the glow reflecting off a nearby tree. 

“Contact request from: Al Haitham. Establishing a secure connection in five . . . four. . .” 

The thing about the newly improved Akasha terminal was that it automatically linked people together unless the contact was interrupted. People could interrupt the contact by speaking a simple command or touching the earpiece. 

Kaveh couldn’t speak, and his hands were entangled in the vines.. So there was physically no way to reject the call. Tears began to collect in his eyes. Haitham was calling, and he couldn’t reject it. 

The plant began pumping copious amounts of sap into his mouth, so much so that Kaveh almost choked. The taste was so pleasant that he was a bit relieved. It was sweet like nectar. 

“Connection successfully established.” The terminal reminded him. 

“Kaveh?” Haitham’s voice rang out. 

Kaveh suppressed a shudder. The plant had stopped pumping him with the aphrodisiac sap, but he was already starting to feel the effects. He bit down on the vine in his mouth, hoping it would deter it. Sure enough, it recoiled from the bite, retreating somewhere else. Kaveh gasped for breath, coughing a bit as some of the sap lingered in his mouth. 

“Kaveh?” Haitham repeated. “Don’t hang up on me just yet. I need to make sure you aren’t off somewhere doing something stupid. You left all your weapons and your vision here; wandering into the forest alone. Don’t you realize how ridiculous that is? Are you trying to get yourself killed to make a point?” Haitham snapped. 

Kaveh didn’t have it in him to be angry anymore. He was only panicked. If Haitham knew what had happened to him he’d never let him live it down. 

The plant squeezed his chest again, and he accidentally moaned aloud. The sound echoed into the terminal and the quiet forest surrounding him. 

“Kaveh?” 

“I’m kind of in a sticky situation here,” Kaveh replied. He let out a weak laugh at his failure of a joke. “S-So if you don’t mind, leave me the fuck alone.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of situation are you referring to? Are you hurt?” 

Shut up, Kaveh wanted to scream. The sound of Haitham’s deep voice rumbling through his ear was only worsening his current predicament. 

“No!” Kaveh blurted out as two vines ripped his pants open, exposing him. “Shit—”

A vine dipped itself in his wetness, swirling around the sensitive bud of nerves at the top before plunging into him. Kaveh couldn’t stop the half sob-half scream that left him. It didn’t hurt, it felt good. The sap it had forced down his throat was making him feel so warm and tingly. His arousal only became more apparent by the second as he leaked onto the forest floor. Wriggling on the plant that thrusted into him, he tried to force it to go deeper. 

“Kaveh.”

Oh. He had nearly forgotten Haitham was there. 

“Whaaat?” he slurred. 

“Tell me where you are. Now.”

Kaveh had stopped listening again. Haitham was only background noise as the vine slithered out of him, only to replace itself with a different vine. It was thicker than the last, with a large flower bud on the end. The thought of the bud forcing its way inside his currently leaking hole made a whimper escape him. He didn’t notice the Akasha connection was oddly silent. He didn’t notice at all, because all he could focus on was the huge flower bud pushing at his entrance. 

The bulb was coated in more sap, but it didn’t even matter because Kaveh was so wet. His wetness coated the bulb, making an obscene squelching sound fill the air as it thrusted inside of him. The flower buds on his nipples became little suckers, pinching and pulling the swollen peaks until pleas left his parted lips. Archons, he was drooling. 

He watched through teary eyes as the large flower bulb pressed inside of him, ever-so-slowly. The stretch burned in the best way possible. He sobbed at the feeling, lost in each sensation. When it finally popped inside, he could see the bulge against his stomach. Deeper and deeper it went, until it reached the spot in him that made his back arch and mouth fall open. The flower began thrusting the vine in and out, the delicious stretch fueling his arousal. 

“Kaveh.” Haitham was still there, and he was pleading with him. 

“Shit—Haitham.” Kaveh panted. “It-It’s got me . . . I-I—”

“What’s got you?!”

“Plant!” 

It was all Kaveh could blurt out as the pleasure overwhelmed him, making his toes curl. He met the plant’s thrusts by swiveling his hips, trying to make it go deeper deeper deeper. 

“Haitham,” Kaveh sobbed, “this fucking plant . I’m—I’m scared. Fuck—”

He hadn’t read anything about the plant being actually harmful to people, and he certainly wasn’t being hurt at the moment. But what if it got bored of him and snapped his neck or something? The fear settled low in his gut, yet it did nothing to stamp out his arousal. 

“Alright.” Haitham’s usually steady voice sounded shaky. “I think I understand now. It won’t hurt you, Kaveh. Just relax and trust me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

The connection pinged that it ended before Kaveh could beg Haitham not to go looking for him. It was bad enough that his stupidly handsome roommate was on the line the entire time, hearing Kaveh’s sobs and moans. A pang of arousal hit him as he realized Haitham could most likely also hear the wet squelching noises of the plant thrusting into him. 

Kaveh nearly blacked out from the pleasure as the plant continued to abuse his leaking hole. He could only lay limp and take it, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to release. It seemed like hours had passed before the crunching of leaves stirred him. 

Someone was coming. Or something. 

Kaveh’s vision was too blurry to make anything else out other than the shape of someone. 

“Kaveh,” the person breathed. 

It was Haitham’s voice. 

“Haitham,” Kaveh gasped. “Get it off me!”

Kaveh heard a loud crunch as Haitham untangled him from the plant. The bulb inside of him was the last thing to go. Kaveh clenched around it reflexively, much to his own embarrassment. 

“Kaveh?” Haitham asked in a shaky voice. “If you don’t stop that now I’m going to do something stupid.”

“Fuck me,” Kaveh whined, not realizing the implications of his words. 

He meant it as a dramatic statement, something people say out of annoyance when something ridiculous happens to them. But Haitham didn’t know that. 

That was how Kaveh ended up on his back again, wrists still entangled in the vines of the strange plant. Haitham was big, even bigger than the plant that had just abused his hole. The bulge in his pants strained against the fabric as he loomed over Kaveh, panting. 

“Be careful with your words,” Haitham hissed through clenched teeth. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. You’re so insufferable sometimes. Archons—I wanted nothing more than to shove myself down your throat to shut you up.”

“You can’t just say that,” Kaveh whined, turning away. 

The plant’s effects were still in full swing. He clenched around nothing, dribbling more slick onto the ground below. Haitham parted his lips with a gloved hand, exposing his twitching hole. 

“Tell me what you want.” The demand rang in the air. “Tell me now before I get tired of waiting.”

“Fuck me,” Kaveh repeated, and this time, he meant it. 

Kaveh had two fingers shoved deep inside him before he could utter another word. The moan that left him was truly obscene, as was the squelching sound Haitham’s fingers made as they curled upwards. He easily massaged the spot inside of Kaveh that made him sob, thrashing on the ground from the feeling. 

“Please, please—Oh fuck.” Kaveh gasped for breath as Haitham added another finger. 

Dignity be damned, he wanted Haitham inside him now. He tried to convey it without words, clenching on the fingers that slipped through all the slick he produced. 

“You’re soaked,” Haitham remarked, thumbing his clit gently. 

As Kaveh pushed his hips into the stimulation, he pulled his fingers back and licked them clean. The next few seconds were a blur for Kaveh as the aphrodisiac effects hit him in full. It wasn’t until he felt Haitham’s cock sliding against him that he came out of his daze. Kaveh gasped as Haitham’s thick length pressed into his awaiting hole, so slowly that he whimpered. The wet squelch made his cheeks burn, but the delicious stretch of Haitham’s cock forcing him open was enough to distract him from any embarrassment. 

There was no room to be embarrassed when Haitham was just as affected. He panted above Kaveh, his jaw clenched as he pushed further inside of him. His eyes were fixated on Kaveh’s slick entrance, which seemed to only be getting wetter somehow. 

“Hurry up!” Kaveh whined. “Ah, fuck—”

It seemed to cause something to snap within Haitham. Next thing he knew, Kaveh was being railed like he’d never been before, his entire body shaking with the force of each thrust. Sobs escaped him with pleading whimpers. Haitham’s hands gripped his dainty waist so hard he was sure they’d leave bruises. The thought of being marked only made him more aroused. 

Time blurred together as Kaveh was split open. He could already feel his impending release, the teasing from the plant having weakened him already. He came with a near scream, clenching hard around Haitham’s cock. Copious amounts of slick leaked from him as the pleasure crescendoed. It washed over him like a warm wave. Haitham’s thumb was suddenly on his swollen bundle of nerves, circling it roughly as he twitched through his release. 

Before Kaveh could recover, Haitham was suddenly pressing into him even more roughly, and he felt warmth spurt inside of him. Haitham grunted through his release, his thrusts rough and erratic. The sheer amount of cum painting Kaveh deep inside made another obscene moan fall from his lips. 

Haitham had come inside of him. Kaveh had wanted it for so long that he could almost taste it. Every time he made the scribe mad; every time he saw Haitham’s jaw clench and the muscle twitch with his annoyance; every time Haitham raised his voice enough that the deep timbre rumbled over him. He would never move out. Not when he’d desired Haitham bending him over their kitchen table for so long, railing him into oblivion. 

“You’re insufferable.” Haitham panted, still hunched over Kaveh as his cock began softening inside of him. 

“You act like I did this on purpose,” Kaveh huffed. “Also, says you. I didn’t realize the great, almighty Grand Sage had the stamina of an animal in heat. I thought you could last longer than that.” 

Kaveh’s tone was awfully snide for someone who was still leaking around Haitham’s cock. It made the larger man growl, rolling his hips into Kaveh’s wetness. 

“Ah!” Kaveh whimpered. He was so overly sensitive. “Stop that!” 

“Then quit yapping before I put that big mouth of yours to good use.”

“I-Is that a promise?” Kaveh asked, but it came out as a moan. 

Haitham leaned forward, taking one of Kaveh’s swollen nipples into his mouth. The resounding whine that slipped from Kaveh’s lips was enough to make them both crave more. He dragged his teeth along it just enough to drive Kaveh insane. 

“It still burns,” Kaveh groaned. “Stupid plant!” 

“I suppose I’ll have to fuck it out of you,” was Haitham’s reply. 

“Fuck what out of me?!”

Kaveh gasped as Haitham’s cock was quickly replaced with his mouth. A smirk was the only answer he received as Haitham ate him out so hard that he cried. 

It was going to be a very long night.