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me vs ships btween characters who have NEVER spoken to each other
One of my absolute favorite Ao’nung x Neteyam fics on Arcive got deleted and when I tell y’all I am in MOURNING?!
I may or may not have just shed a tear.
Chapter 21 Snippet 𓋜
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"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," he murmured into his skin.
Neteyam let out a brisk laugh, feeling tickled by the breath fanning against his skin, "thank you for what?" he asked, a grin spreading along his purple-hued, well-kissed mouth.
"Thank you," Ao'nung pulled back, his eyes focusing on Neteyam's beautiful ones. Oh, how he adored the honey golden of his irises. "Thank you for choosing me back. Us."
Neteyam just... stared. Ao'nung's eyes played a hypnosis spell on his brain, pulling him into a world where no one mattered but them, where nothing else was more important than their intertwining breaths, where their hearts steadied into synchronised beats as if beating for one another.
Neteyam leaned in, pressing his lips pliant against Ao'nung's, his eyes closing shut. Not with tongue, not with handsy sexualness. Just as a response, or a confirmation. It was unclear to Neteyam himself what he felt, but perhaps it was better communicated without an explanation, because Ao'nung knew. They both knew.
"You chose me first," Neteyam smiled into the kiss, "You chose me first, always," he whispered against Ao'nung's lips.
"So thank you, Paskalin." Neteyam bumped his nose against Ao'nung's. "I love you, my heart."
Chapter 20 Snippet 𓋜
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Ao'nung brought his head down, peppering light kissed across Neteyam's belly button, dragging his tongue down to reconnect with Neteyam's cock. The trail of salvia glistened under the moonlight, and it looked so incredibly vulgar from Neteyam's perspective.
Ao'nung's head was bobbing up and down even quicker now, gone was the teasing nips and mischievous tongue. His speed was deliberate, is hands becoming more and more daring. One rest possessively on Neteyam's hips, keeping his hips grounded, while the other scooped one of Neteyam's ass cheeks to manhandle in his bruising grip.
A digit brushed against Neteyam's hole while Ao'nung squeezed Neteyam's ass. Neteyam shivered.
He felt so good, so so so good. He couldn't hold back his moans, "uh, uh," he groaned, feeling the stimulation heightening. His hips lifted, chasing something. His eyes bound shut as the feeling of his blood rushing to his cock increased. It was so hot, too hot, but he felt it. He was close.
And apparently Ao'nung did too, because he tore his mouth off of Neteyam's cock. a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Neteyam's dick.
He was panting, his lips wet from salvia and pre-cum. His chest rose and feel, the thickness of his abs widening with each inhale.
"Gonna cum by yourself, Ma'Teyam?"
Chapter 19 Snippet 𓋜
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Truly, it was wonderful that the Omatikaya had some form of night vision, and his training had only made it even more remarkable. With the skill typically ded for hunting and survival, he was able to detect the shy antics and anxious twitches without missing a beat.
Neteyam brought his hand to Ao'nung chest, feeling the powerful heart beating beneath the teal skin, lit up by the bioluminescence in the night. He felt Ao'nung's heart miss a beat, steadying into a rhythmic mess of electrical currents short-circuiting, resetting the very core of Ao'nung.
When Neteyam looked up from the littered stars spread across the expanse of Ao'nung's chest, he found the man—the warrior— biting his lip, lowering his gaze timidly. He picked the big, webbed hands of the Metkayina and rested it upon his own midnight blue skin, wanting Ao'nung to feel the way his heart was frenzied, was absolutely tachycardic with anticipation.
The feeling of the Metkayina's cool skin on his warm body sent a delicious jolt of electricity down Neteyam's spine. It made sense, entirely, though; the Omatikaya were of feline heritage, whereas Metkayina deviated from their oceanic brothers and sister.
But soon enough, the heat radiating from Neteyam's body warmed up Ao'nung's hands, and the cooled settlers into a a tolerable feeling (Neteyam refused to be complacent, he felt that if he were too far gone, he would become unrecognisable from his past self).
Ao'nung but his lip with a stubborn decision laying behind his furrowed brows, and before Neteyam could even call it out, he felt Ao'nung thick tail wrapping around him. Neteyam twitched when the cool tail pressed against him, sturdy and grounding, and pulled him closer so he was almost sitting on Ao'nung's lap.
For a second neither of them moved, but their eyes communicated, speaking of words not understood by the most intelligent, not expressed in any language but their own. A request danced between the shallow breaths that lingered between them, hot and arousing.
Neteyam kissed the side of Ao'nung's jaw, a quick peck it was.
Ao'nung returned the favour with a small peck alongside Neteyam's neck, but his nose greedily sucked a long breath of Neteyam's skin there. When he finally released the breath, it tickled Neteyam's skin, sending a shiver down his body.
Chapter 18 Snippet 𓋜
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Neteyam frowned, wondering why Ao'nung was acting strangely. Something about him was... off.
“One would think you’d return mature,” Neteyam intervened, “who would’ve thought you'd remain silly. Did the Skimwing scare the wisdom out of you?”
Ao’nung turned uncharacteristically silent, slowly turning his head with a sheepish grin (which was, still, silent), but then he seemed to recall something, a vital piece of information, and so he turned his head with a giant huff.
“Paskalin,” Neteyam sat in front of Ao’nung’s head. He noticed the boy looked tired, his eyes were sunken and his forehead furrowed. “Ao’nung.” He tried, but Ao’nung kept his eyes shut. Neteyam almost wanted to shake him awake, pleading with him to open his eyes.
“Ma’Nung?” He whispered in Ao’nung’s ear, a teasing breath making his ears turn crimson. “If you do not open your eyes, I will leave.” He said, and Ao’nung’s eyes shot open as his hand gripped Neteyam’s ankles.
“Yawne,” Ao’nung whispered, sounding incredibly wronged. His eyes curved, his bottom lip jutting with a quiver.
That wasn’t right. It should’ve been Neteyam who was terrible upset, not Ao’nung.
“Yawne, why didn’t you come to welcome me?” He said, his voice wobbily as if Neteyam betrayed him terribly.
Neteyam reeled back the ten thousand word scolding he had prepared, “I did come, Psakalin, you did not see me.” He spoke righteously, his chest puffing. Neteyam tried no tot think about how he had purposefully hid, but the guilt still loomed in his head after seeing Ao'nung being so upset.
Ao’nung pouted, “I wanted to see you first, and show you my Skimwing!"
Neteyam, clearly taken aback, didn't know what to say. He had never dealt with a whiny Ao'nung before, in fact, he wasn't even aware that Ao'nung could behave like this. So insolent, so carefree.
“We have time, Ao’nung,” Neteyam placated, his hand coming to pat Ao'nung's head, before he paused, just briefly.
Would he consider this demeaning? After all, he was a warrior, a recognised adult now.
But, Ao'nung looked up at him, his eyes sparkling and expecting some form of comfort. Neteaym chuckled internally; Ao'nung wasn't someone who let authority reshape their relationships. With that newfound consideration, Neteyam brought his hand up to frame Ao'nung's heart shaped face. He squeezed his cheeks between his palms, watching as Ao'nung's lips pouted and his eyes curved with a smile.
“It hurts,” Ao’nung switched tactics, and started wincing with pain. His nose scrunched dramatically, released a pained exhale.
“Where?’ Neteyam asked, “did you get injured?”
“No, the inking process hurts, Neteyam.”
The person inking let out a brisk laugh, and Neteyam knew Ao’nung had lied to him through his teeth.
Ao’nung gritted his teeth.
Chapter 17 Snippet 𓋜
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Neteyam clutched the shark tooth sitting between his clavicles as he made his way to where Lo'ak and Tsireya sat. He felt nervous, his concours fighting between taking the necklace off and infusing the necklace with his body.
"You must really miss Ao'nung." Lo'ak said, leaving Tsireya's question stuck in her mouth. She shot Lo'ak a twitching glare.
"The necklace suits you very well," Tsireya smiled, "Ao'nung would've loved to see you wearing it."
"I do miss him, Lo'ak." Neteyam addressed as he sat down. "And thank you, Reya," he returned her smile.
Lo'ak crawled closer, inspecting the necklace sitting still. It was excellently crafted, the thread tied deliberately to show its pointy, sharp edge while painting a sturdy hold on it. A singular pearl rested on either side of it, both hued golden but shining a different transparency of it when under the sun.
"The pearls match your eyes," Lo'ak commented. "Ugh, [PDA]!"
"What is a [Pee-the-aa]?" Tsireya asked, confused. "Is this a word in [Engrish]? What does it mean!"
"It means that your brother is sickly sweet, and Lo'ak is jealous of it." Neteyam laughed.
"No! It means your brother is under spells, and Neteyam is the one casting it."
Tsireya tilted her head, pleasantly confused and entertained.