Love you, hate you.

This is just a short one shot I wrote at 2AM. I was tired. I had fun writing it though, and this section needs to be bigger, as I've said before. (DISCLAIMER-I own nothing)
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“I love you, Ephraim”
Ephraim cried out. Lyon’s hands were on him, soothing. Why didn’t it hurt? Ephraim thought it should have.
“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t hurt you. I want you.” Lyon flicked his tongue, teasingly, his breath hot on Ephraim’s neck. Ephraim shuddered, but something told him not to react. Something was wrong. Wasn’t it? He couldn’t look at Lyon.
“Ephraim…C’mon…” Lyon’s voice was higher now, wheedling. He brought his hips into contact with Ephraim’s backside, rubbing ever so slowly. Ephraim found it agonizing. He couldn’t, he couldn’t do this! But he wanted it…Oh, how he wanted it.
“Ephraim, look at me. Please? I want you, again.” Lyon wrapped his arms around the taller man, bringing his body into full contact with Ephraim’s. Ephraim was painfully aware of every sensation, and of Lyon’s hair as it brushed his neck. He was breathing hard. Why was this happening to him? He couldn’t help but groan softly as Lyon nibbled his earlobe, the sensation traveling like fire to his groin.
“Lyon…stop this.” Ephraim’s voice shook.
Lyon stopped, and stepped away from him. He sounded on the verge of tears. “I thought…I thought you wanted it too.” He sounded so fragile; Ephraim could not help but turn to look at him.
His friend stood there, looking up at him dolefully. His long hair framed his face, and his robes hung loosely; he looked the picture of innocence. Ephraim shook his head. Had he been afraid? Of Lyon? Lyon would never hurt him. Ephraim smiled slyly at his friend, and in two steps embraced him.
“Mm…Lyon. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He bit Lyon’s neck playfully, nibbling and sucking. Lyon moaned, and the sound egged Ephraim on. He slowly began to undress his lover, removing his voluminous robes. Lyon rubbed against Ephraim’s hips, and Ephraim allowed himself the pleasure before gently pushing the man away.
“I need space to undress us.” He smiled demurely. Lyon growled jokingly and rushed at Ephraim, capturing his lips. He pushed his tongue into Ephraim’s mouth, dominating the kiss for only a few seconds until Ephraim took over. He pushed Lyon to the ground, climbing on top of him, and kissed him hard. Ephraim’s body was on fire, and he momentarily forgot the task of removing their clothing. Everything was as it should be.
Lyon squirmed under him, and broke the kiss, gasping. “Ephraim…” He couldn’t speak before Ephraim ripped his robes off his chest, capturing one of Lyon’s nipples in his mouth. Lyon arched his back, moaning loudly. It was wonderful. Ephraim sucked on one, then the other, and removed Lyon’s robes as he moved lower. He made it to Lyon’s navel before he was pushed off.
Ephraim sat on his haunches and grinned at Lyon, much like a cat. Lyon frowned at him mockingly before throwing himself at Ephraim, trying to knock him down. Ephraim caught him and pinned him again, resuming his ministrations. Being stronger had its advantages.
Lyon was not yet out of tricks, however. He brushed Ephraim’s crotch with his hand, and Ephraim stopped, breathing harder. Lyon kept it up, pushing against the bulge in Ephraim’s pants. He stroked him with one hand while removing the belt with the other. Ephraim eyes glazed over, and Lyon finally pulled down his pants, freeing his friend’s erection. He stroked it harder, as he would his own. Ephraim moaned and bucked into Lyon’s hands.
Ephraim saw Lyon’s smile and finally decided to end it. Lyon had started it, after all. He pushed Lyon down one more time, and ripped the rest of the Shaman’s robes off. He stared hungrily at Lyon’s body as he ripped off his own pants and shirt, and kissed Lyon’s stomach feverishly.
“Do you have it?” Ephraim hated to stop, but he needed the lotion.
It took Lyon a moment to catch his breath. “Robes…in the pocket.”
Ephraim searched hurriedly through the pile of robes before he felt the vial, and took it out. A perfect lubricant, with thanks to Lyon’s researchers. Ephraim briefly wondered if they knew what it was being used for.
He smiled and rubbed it on himself, loving the touch. Lyon whimpered at the sight of it, and Ephraim smiled down at him.
Lyon’s face was flushed, and he arched his back. Ephraim took the invitation and mounted his friend, pushing in hard, without preparing him with fingers first. Lyon screamed, and thrashed under Ephraim before calming. Ephraim did not thrust until Lyon nodded at him, giving him permission. His eyes were tearful.
Ephraim began thrusting into his friend, and he heard Lyon groaning under him, his friends nails scratching at the dirt underneath them. Ephraim moaned as he approached his climax, and came before his friend did, shooting his seed into the body underneath him. Lyon groaned in disappointment before Ephraim pumped his arousal, and he came as well, coating his friend’s stomach.

Ephraim lay back down on the dirt, spent and tired. He heard Lyon breathing hard next to him, and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He liked this. He wished it could be like this forever.
“I hate you, Ephraim.”
Ephraim’s eyes shot open, staring at the sky above him. His vision was blocked by Lyon’s hair as his friend whirled on him, and bit his neck. Hard. Not a playful bite anymore, Ephraim could feel fangs in him, drawing blood.
Lyon released him, and Ephraim stared in horror at his friends face. One eye was obscured by Lyon’s hair, and the other glowed eerily. Lyon laughed, and Ephraim could see his fangs. The fangs of the demon king. This was why he should have been afraid. How could he have forgotten!?
Ephraim tried to run, and Lyon let him. At first. Then Lyon was beside him, and threw him to the ground. Ephraim saw that he now lay where he had pinned Lyon, only moments before. Where Lyon had scratched the ground in pleasure there were deep furrows, where his claws had raked the dirt. Ephraim stared in horror, and then felt the palm of Lyon’s hand on his naked back. He grew deeply afraid, and suddenly his body was filled with unimaginable desire.
His arousal of before was nothing compared to this. Ephraim fell to his knees, his erection throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He stared at the dirt, at the furrows in the earth, while Lyon slowly traced his claws up and down Ephraim’s back.
“You’re so selfish, prince Ephraim. Always taking what you want.” Ephraim could hear the difference in Lyon’s voice. Before it had been quiet, breathy. Now it was rough and deep. “After this, you’ll never get what you really want again.” Ephraim tried to look up at Lyon, but before he could crane his neck around Lyon grabbed his shoulders with both hands. His claws dug into Ephraim’s collarbone, drawing blood, but Ephraim did not notice. The pleasure Lyon’s touch elicited in him was blinding. He arched his back, screaming, and Lyon squeezed him harder, blood flowing down Ephraim’s chest. Ephraim came then, impossibly, without even touching himself, and collapsed onto the dirt.
Ephraim lay on the ground, dizzy. His stomach was coated in his own essence. Lyon walked around Ephraim’s prone form, looking down at him.
“Hmph. That was hardly satisfying.” He knelt down, and with one finger lifted Ephraim by his chin. He stared into his eyes. Ephraim saw nothing but the fangs, the glowing eyes. This could not be his friend. It could not be.
Like a snake striking, Lyon bit him again. Ephraim could not even scream. Lyon embraced him this time, his claws covering Ephraim’s back. They did not cut, but the threat was there. Lyon took his fangs from the blue haired man’s neck and kissed him, instead. Ephraim fought hard to keep from cutting his tongue.
“Idiot. Do I need to do this?” In a flash, Lyon was behind Ephraim again. Ephraim tried to stand, but fell, his legs weak. He froze as he felt Lyon’s fingers on his back again. He was thankful that he felt no claws, until suddenly he was erect again. Lyon’s touch…how was he doing that? Ephraim got on all fours, expecting the forced orgasm. None came. Just Lyon’s hands, soft, on Ephraim’s neck, and the mage began to lick the blood. He held Ephraim’s arms as he licked his neck and shoulders. The touch was agonizing, and Ephraim panted hard, silently begging for release.
“Mmm…What’s wrong, Ephraim? You’re so tense.” Ephraim couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed release; he needed to hump something, anything. He was going crazy with arousal. Lyon stood, still holding Ephraim’s arms behind him. He picked up the taller man effortlessly, with a strength he had not had before. Ephraim was held like a doll, his feet barely on the ground, his erection straining in front of him ludicrously. If only he could free his hands…
“If you can please me, I will please you.” Lyon licked Ephraim’s earlobe before dropping him. Ephraim curled into a ball, and immediately started stroking himself. Oh, how he needed it. He pumped himself hard, thrusting into his hands, groaning. The pleasure mounted and mounted, but he could find no release.
“Having trouble?” Ephraim could hear the smirk. He grunted, pulling himself harder, squeezing himself with his abandon. Why couldn’t he come!? He finally stopped and screamed in frustration, his erection still taunting him.
“Damn you, let me come!” He screamed at his former friend.
“Have you earned it yet?” Lyon raised one eyebrow, his grin showing his fangs.
Ephraim screamed and began stroking himself again, his vision blinded by tears. “What do you want me to do!?”
“Beg.” It was a one word command, and Ephraim had no choice but to follow. He pumped himself harder, but the pleasure he sought would not come.
He looked up at Lyon, tears in his eyes. “Please…I need it….Do what you did before. Please…” Lyon didn’t move. “Please! I need it…I need you so badly.” Ephraim felt his tears spill over onto his face. “Please!” He sobbed.
“That’s good.” Lyon disappeared, and Ephraim sensed his presence behind him. He was grabbed and shoved on all fours, panting, and suddenly Lyon’s hands were on his shoulders. “Being stronger has its advantages.” He heard Lyon whisper, and suddenly he was filled. He screamed with his release, the impossible pleasure, and the world went dark.

Ephraim sat up in bed, almost hyperventilating. He could barely make out the features of his tent in the gloom.
“Ephraim?” Eirika’s voice, concerned. “Are you alright? You…cried out in your sleep.”
“I’m fine, Eirika.” Ephraim ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm his breathing. He couldn’t let her know. “Go back to sleep.”
He heard his twin rustle in her bed, and the nothing. He stripped off his soiled sheets and covered himself with the top blanket, which wasn’t wet. He got little sleep the rest of the night.

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