A Different Kind Of Flying

A Different Way Of Flying


A/N right, this is my first ever fic that has ever been anything more than an R and is basically a PWP, but in the best possible way. Hopefully, no one else has ever done this before so it should be an interesting read. Please tell me what you think at the end!


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Heath sighed heavily to himself as he began to saddle his faithful Wyvern, Hyperion. Unlike most days, he was not preparing his friend for another battle, which, although a nice surprise, he would much prefer compared to the task that he was now faced with.


No, tonight he was preparing for something much, much worse.


Heath wondered idly if he were cursed, and then decided that that was the only possible explanation for all his woes. What other justification could there be?


Tonight he was teaching Legault how to fly.


“What is it with thieves and their ‘favours’ anyway?” he mumbled to himself.


“Hey!” cried Legault from where he was leant against the wooden door to the stables watching the former Knight intently. “At least I’m calling in my favour now, not like that Matthew. I almost feel sorry for Guy, having that ‘favour’ dangled over his head all the time.”


“Almost?”


A dark smile spread over the older thief’s face. “Well, I did teach Matthew everything he knows, after all.”


Heath declined to comment as he continued with his task.


“You weren’t planning on leaving without me, I hope.”


Heath felt his heart stop as the lavender haired thief suddenly appeared behind him from nowhere. It wasn’t so much the shock as much as the fact that he was shockingly close, and sidling up even closer. There was hardly a hair’s breadth between them.


“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he grumbled, pulling sharply away from the fugitive. He hoped that Legault didn’t notice how tense he had become – that damn thief always had the same effect on him. This was becoming somewhat of a bad habit now. He was sure that Legault acted like this purposefully around him, and he wasn’t sure he liked being toyed with. Perhaps he would have to give the thief a taste of his own medicine…


“Do what?” asked Legault, batting his eyelashes in a show of mock innocence as the Wyvern rider turned away.


“I don’t know why I bother sometimes…” replied Heath with a shake of the head. “Why did you insist on doing this in the middle of the night, anyway?” as he secured the leather straps of Hyperion’s saddle. He didn’t even notice when Legault started to sidle up to him again. He felt the hair on the back of his beck stand on end as Legault whispered breathlessly in his ear. He tightened his grip on the leather reigns that he had wrapped in his hands.


“I do all my favourite things in the dark…” Heath gulped as Legault trailed a finger over his cheek, his lips grazing his ear ever so lightly. “…You can do anything you want, and no one would have any idea what you were doing.”


“What do you –?”


But Heath was cut off when he felt himself pulled roughly onto the back of his Wyvern. The motion must have startled Hyperion because the next thing he knew, the beast gave a loud cry.


Oh no…


Even through the thick rawhide of the saddle, Heath could feel Hyperion’s muscles bunch, just as they did before he took off. The tough wings began to flap, sending huge gusts of wind about the Wyvern stable, the powerful gusts knocking over the equipment.


“Legault!” he shouted at the man sitting in front of him as Hyperion left the safety of the ground and tore into the night sky at breakneck speed. Heath pulled roughly on the reigns, hoping to slow the Wyvern, but the creature reared up, trying to throw the pair off.


The former knight suddenly felt two strong arms wrapping themselves tightly around his neck, choking him.


“Let go!” he demanded, but the grip only increased as the arms trailed down his sides before settling around his waist. Heath felt a warm body meld itself onto his and looked down to see Legault staring back at him, his face buried against his chest.


“But you wouldn’t want me to fall now, would you?” came the seductive reply. “Especially when all the fun is yet to come.”


Heath jerked back and Legault grinned at him. He could sense what was coming even before it happened. Legault’s eyes burned with an intensity he had never seen before. The thief was going to kiss him!


Suddenly, Heath realised that he had had enough of his constant teasing and before he knew what he was doing, Heath had seized Legault by his wrists, sharply pulling them behind his head. Legault’s eyes widened as the Wyvern rider began to bind his hands together with the reigns so tightly that his arms were rendered completely useless.


“Heath! What do you think are you doing?” demanded Legault as he struggled to work his way out of his bindings.


“Not ‘what’,” replied the green haired man, his voice low. “But ‘who’,” he growled as he slowly but forcefully pushed Legault onto his back.


Legault swallowed hard, wondering how he had gotten himself into such a – compromising situation. He had always been the one in control, but somehow, Heath had managed to turn the tables on him. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being dominated.


Heath smirked victoriously as he watched the thief squirm, trying to get loose even though he knew he was defeated. His lips curled into a predatory smile as a flushed Legault stopped moving and simply glared at him. He felt himself harden as his eyes hungrily devoured the sight before him. The lavender haired renegade was sprawled so wantonly before him, staring back at him defiantly as he awaited his Fate.


“I think we should start your lesson now,” purred Heath. It felt strange to be the one to initiate contact, to be the one with the power. Heath had never really thought about it, but perhaps this was what he had wanted all along. Legault had made it more than clear that he wanted something more than friendship – Heath had just been too blind to see it. But now…he had Legault right where he wanted him.


“First, you have to make sure you have securely tied up your ride,” grinning as he glanced at Legault’s lashings. He was certain that not even the clever thief could work his way out of those knots. “And then mount it,” he added in a breathless whisper.


Legault’s eyes widened as the former knight shifted on top of his legs, straddling his thighs, his already prominent erection brushing ever so lightly against his.


“Seems like I’m not the only one who enjoys our little ‘flying’ lessons,” he smirked as he noticed the bulge in his captive’s soft leather pants.


“Heath –”


“I’m going to take you –”


Legault suddenly looked quite scared as Heath bent over him and nipped at the shell of his ear, earning him a sharp gasp.


“I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been before,” teasing fingers danced lightly over the swelling organ, eliciting a sweet moan from the bound thief.


So this was it...Heath would kill him, Legault was certain of it. The young wyvern rider was going to show him how it felt to die…


“Before we take off, we should probably get rid of any – unwanted obstacles…” smirked Heath as he slid his fingers along the inside of Legault’s thigh, making the lithe thief tense beneath him. Heath grinned at him as he slipped his hand into the top of Legault’s knee high boots and stole the dagger that he knew was kept hidden there.


“How did you…” Legault trailed off as Heath removed the blade and casually dragged it back up his leg, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in his ears. Heath ran the sharp tip of the blade along the inner seam of Legault’s trousers, methodically splitting the fine threads that held the garment together.


“You’re not the only one who can spy on someone else,” said Heath. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched you without you knowing, or how long I’ve waited to have you like this.”


Legault felt himself turn shockingly hard at Heath’s admission. “I thought you knights were supposed to be honourable,” he griped.


Heath chuckled darkly. “Oh, we are, which is why I promise to make it up to you.”


Legault couldn’t believe what was happening. He gasped as he felt warm lips caressing the back of his knee where Heath had exposed his skin. The young knight smirked as he allowed his tongue out of his mouth to touch the soft flesh, drawing soft whimpers from the thief below him. The tormenting organ continued to lick his way up his inner thigh until it reached where the leg joined the groin.


Legault moaned in delight as he felt Heath kissing the sensitive juncture with a mix hot lips and wet tongue.


“Heath –”


“This will have to go too …” continued the knight as he pulled himself away and knelt over Legault, placing his hands on his chest for leverage. Nimble fingers darted over his torso, mischievously teasing at the ties on his shirt. Taking the dagger he ripped open the thin fabric, dragging the fabric down the centre of the shirt.


“Must you destroy all my clothing?” asked Legault irritably, his whole body shivered when cold metal graved his warm flesh.


Heath just shrugged as though he didn’t care. “You’re a thief,” he stated. “Steal some more.”


Slowly, a river of pale skin appeared and Heath followed it with his mouth, places fiery kisses from his throat to the hem of his trousers.


“Now to make it go up…” he continued as he slipped his hands under the now ineffective, although appealing shirt, his thumbs brushing lightly over his nipples. He brought his hands over the smooth expanse of skin before trailing them lightly over his sides and resting them on his slender waist. “…you have to make sure you’re in the right position,” he whispered as he shifted a little until fully astride the thief.


Legault took a sharp intake of air as he felt Heath’s hands slide from his waist under his back as they slowly moved to cup his buttocks.


“And then squeeze together,” purred the knight as he squeezed the soft cheeks in his hands. “Are you ready for the next lesson?”


“Fuck the lesson!” hissed Legault. This was driving him wild. He couldn’t do anything and Heath was just playing with him. If he got much harder he felt that he would surely explode.


“Actually,” began Heath as he crawled on top of Legault until his mouth skimmed the thief’s ear. “I’d rather fuck you.”


Legault groaned as he felt Heath trace the tip of his tongue along the edge of his ear before nipping at the ear, arching his back as Heath toyed with one of his nipples while the other hand drew circular patterns over the muscles of his stomach.


The teasing mouth planted searing kisses along his neck and collar bone before seizing his own lips in a scorching kiss. Legault felt something brush against them, insisting on entering and he opened his mouth to allow Heath to plunder him as he pleased.


The demanding tongue dove in, working the other organ into a matching frenzy until both combatants had to stop for air. But no sooner had Legault regained control of his breathing did he find himself gasping for more. During their heated kiss, Heath had stolen his way into Legault’s pants, undoing the leather ties and revealing his rather stiff manhood.


Heath smirked. Legault wore no underwear, and took great advantage over that fact, gently gliding his thumb over the angry tip in circular motions that made the young thief writhe wonderfully underneath him. If he kept that up, they would be gone in no time.


“Please…” he whimpered.


“Be patient,” scolded Heath, smiling as he remembered Legault’s earlier words. “The best is yet to come.”


“I’m never gonna come unless you hurry it up down there!” snapped back Legault.


“Well, I can’t take you without the proper preparation, now can I?”


“What makes you so sure that you’ll be the one taking me?” he asked indignantly.


“I hardly think you’re in any position not to be taken,” replied Heath with a chuckle as he began to remove his own clothing, casually tossing it out of the sky. First, the armour plates he wore to protect his torso, next his undershirt. Legault licked his lips as he slowly took off his pants (somehow without falling off Hyperion), revealing his erection. “Hmm…now let’s see if I can take you to Heaven,” suggested Heath.


Legault panted breathlessly as he felt an intense heat wrap itself around the tip of his length.


“More,” he croaked, desperately willing Heath to take more of him into his mouth.


Instead, the Bern rider began to suckle gently on the tip, making Legault groan aloud at the new sensation. Lips kissed at the weeping head, before Heath’s tongue snaked its way out of his mouth and placed firm strokes on the underside of his length, paying particular attention to the sensitive base.


“Heath…please.”


Heath smirked, relishing the way Legault was begging him and, taking pity on the over horny man and his condition, took the organ wholly into his mouth.


“Ahh…”


Legault felt himself being swallowed to the hilt and twisted his hands deeper into the knots that bound him, desperate for more friction. He tried to raise his hips, but Heath held him down with the strength of a true warrior, his shoulder blades and muscled rippling in the dull glow of the moon.


Very, very slowly. Too slowly, Heath began to suck on the thick cock that lay engorged in his throat, moving his head along the solid length. It wasn’t long before Legault’s squirms became more frantic, his breathing strained and his face turned desperate.


He was about to come.


At the last possible second, Heath let go of Legault and sat back on his heals, watching as the beautiful man below him cried out as he came, covering his whole body in the milky fluid. Legault panted as he recovered from his release staring up in wide-eyed disbelief at Heath.


“What are you doing?”


“I told you, I can’t take you without the correct preparation.”


Legault had never been so aroused in his life. Straddling him, completely naked save for the layer of his come that he wore was Heath who was currently pumping himself and moaning, his face twisted in pleasure. Legault idly wondered if he really had died, and then berated himself for wasting those precious seconds on anything besides watching the gorgeous man playing with himself.


Heath thrust slowly into his hand, smearing his erection with Legault’s come, imagining how it would feel to be inside of the thief. It was a good thing he wouldn’t be wondering for too long. He himself was dying with anticipation, but he refused to let Legault have it that easy, even if it did mean torturing himself in the process.


“I want to taste you,” said Legault softly.


Heath nodded his understanding, whimpering at his own touch as he manoeuvred himself so that he sat on Legault’s chest. Legault looked up, taking in the rumpled hair, the flushed skin, head tilted back in gratification.


“I’m about to come,” he admitted and Legault opened his mouth in anticipation, ready to receive Heath’s seed.


With a sky splitting cry, Heath came and Legault eagerly drank the sticky fluid, although some trickled down his face and chin. Heath leant forwards, lapping up the remained of his some and then kissed Legault firmly, surprised to find how erotic it was tasting himself in Legault’s mouth. He was already starting to get hard again.


Carefully, he positioned himself over Legault’s opening, deciding that he wasn’t even going to bother with stretching him. He doubted the seriously frustrated thief would be able to wait that long anyway.


“Heath…” Legault tried to lower himself onto Heath’s erection, but every time he got closer, the teasing knight pulled away. Accidentally, in his aggravation at not being seen to, Legault dug his ankles into Hyperion’s flanks, making the huge beast jolt upwards.


“Ahh…Legault…” gasped Heath as the sudden movement made him sheaf himself within Legault in one fluid motion. Tight walls engulfed him, the thick muscles squeezing him in a way that left him unable to think about anything but the searing heat and how to get more of it.


Legault couldn’t hear any of his cries over his own screams as the head of Heath’s cock stabbed something inside of him that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.


Legault was dying, he had to be. Nothing else had ever felt so good in his life. “Take me!” he pleaded as he tried to move so that Heath would touch him there again – so that he could lose himself to the stars that burned white in his mind.


Heath nodded, his eyes hooded with lust and desire as he moved his hips in a rolling motion that matched Hyperion. Legault’s slender legs wrapped themselves around his waist, giving him more access into that hidden passage. The movements of Hyperion allowed Heath to dig himself deeper and deeper into Legault so that he grazed that spot again and again, harder and harder.


“Fuck – Heath – just don’t stop…”


“You look so sexy when you come,” whispered Heath into Legault’s ear as he thrust into him, making him call out again. “I want you to come for me,” he murmured as he took hold of his length in his hands.


The double sensation became too much for the thief and with a deafening scream he came calling Heath’s name. Legault’s orgasm caused his whole body to clamp down and Heath felt his length squeezed by the hot walls – his whole body trembled as his body shuddered violently and he came in Legault’s tight passage before collapsing on top of the lavender haired thief, fully spent.


Legault smiled as his erratic breathing finally started to calm.


“What’s so funny?” asked Heath as he nuzzled himself in the crook between the thief’s neck.


“I told you this lesson was a good idea,” he chuckled. “We should do this again, but next time, I’ll tech you how to steal or something,” he proposed sleepily.


Heath laughed and seized Legault’s lips in a tender kiss. “What makes you think that this lesson’s over?”


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Well, there you go. Originally I was gonna Legault on top, but I thought he’s always the one to start it, so for a change I made Heath the dominate one.


Don’t forget to review now! If I get enough, I might do a sequel where Legault gives Heath a ‘lesson.’