✩ Summary: You summoned Fallen Alear and he makes it clear you should leave him alone but you don't listen. And you face the consequences. (Spoiler he fucks you against a wall :D) ✩
✩ A/N: I don't even know what possessed me. Like I saw his alt and was like yup. I have to write this.
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You worry for this new version of Alear you've summoned. His talks of needing to be perfect, along with combination of how he always seems to be internally battling himself whenever anyone is in his prescence has you wondering if there's anyway you might be able to alleviate the burden that weighs him down.
But...
"I should kill you and take the power you have." You weren't expecting him to draw his sword. He wasn't the first to threaten you, you doubted he'd be the last, but everything just seemed so empty about it. No malice or fury behind his gaze, no tightness in his grip on the hilt of his sword. "This your only warning. Stay away from me Summoner." You don't listen.
He attempts to avoid you at every turn, that much is clear from how you'd at least spot him in corner of your eye in your rounds around the castle. Waving at him, only for him to glower at you then turn away elsewhere. But now you never find him unless you search, he hides in far off corners and in empty corridors. Or in the nearby forest just in reach but far off from your gaze.
You seek him out. He is alone, which you expect. Misery lingering on his features. He asks you why you've come without even turning to look at you, his expression instead focused on the sky. He is underneath the shadow of a tree and you wonder how long he has stood in that spot, but musing that you'll never find the answer.
A sigh escapes him. And you take that as him acknowledging your presence.
"It can't be good for you to be alone with your thoughts all the time." You try, meaning your words. He shoots you a glare over his shoulder.
"It also can't be good for me to be around someone I have threatened to kill." And while his point is fair, you still continue even as he glare remains pointed at you.
"There's a line of people who want me dead. That doesn't make you special." You joke. To your surprise his eyes close, the grimace on his lips threatens to twitch into a smile. With a huff he turns on his heel starting to make his way past you to go elsewhere.
"Stop being an idiot and go find someone who wants to be around you."
"Alear." You call his name, and without meaning to reach out to stop him. Aiming for his wrist, you instead end up grabbing him by the hand.
He freezes in place. Eyes darting to where your hand has encased his own. His face twists and contorts to several different expressions, until eventually his glare returns. He yanks his hand out of your grasp.
"Do not touch me." You're surprised at the lack of harshness in his tone. How quiet his voice seems as it falls out of his mouth. It's not a command more of a plea.
"I'm sorry." His glare fades from his eyes as he stares at your form.
"Just stay away from me. Please." His words are soft, and you are speechless to witness such sudden vulnerability from him. You don't know what to say, and he takes this opportunity to leave. Slipping off in between the foilage out of your view.
You ponder the moment over the next coming days. You have him travel with you along with other heroes to help aid a town over with a bandit problem. Alear keeps his distance as far as he can, taking up the rear so you don't have the opportunity to speak to him. Darting away from camp when you stop for the night. The only time he speaks is after locating the bandits, he walks up to you, blood coating him and his weapon.
"This is the only thing I am good for. Remember this well." His attempt to unsettle you doesn't have as much success as he intended.
You seek him out again. You're not sure what compells you to him, but what confuses you further is how easy he is to find. You don't have to search the castle, nightfall arriving quickly, you wander in shadows and in the end are lead to him.
"Did my words mean nothing to you last time?" He questions. His expression devoid of any idea of what he might be feeling.
"Alear..."
"Don't say my name like that." His tone sounds so close to holding anger within it. A heated glare fired towards you. "It makes me feel weak. Only defects experience such things."
"You're not a defect..." that seems to set him off.
"Is there something you want from me? Is that why you continue to pester me?" He hisses out the question, inching closer towards you with each word flying out of his mouth. "Or perhaps you're doing this to torture me? Or are you a test that I must conquer to prove my worth?" He stands directly in front of you, you can feel his frustration burning from him.
"No that's not it. I'm just trying to help." Your defence is flimsy, you know this. If he were to question you why, you wouldn't have an answer. You have been naturally drawn to him the second you dragged him into this world.
"You have hindered me at every turn. Your presence bothers me. As does your constant insistence to linger by my side."
"I know it's probably strange given your circumstances but I care about you." He scoffs.
"I don't need your pity let alone care." He places a hand on his chest, "I am incapable of feeling, I have one purpose in this life and nothing else."
"You can be more than that. You don't have to just-"
"Enough. I have no interest in hearing your words." He steps back drawing his blade. "Nothing will come of your pursuit. I have warned you what will-"
"That you'll kill me? No offense Alear, but there doesn't seem to be any weight behind your threat." He grits his teeth, and once again you note the lack of intent in the grip of his blade. There is emotion behind his eyes this time around. "In fact I'm confident you don't want to kill me at all." To prove your point to simply step aside from the end of his blade. It doesn't follow nor does he attempt to cut you.
Instead he drops his sword. You don't get a chance to hear it cling against the ground. Your back ends up against the wall and his hand around your throat holding you there. Not tight enough to choke but you were certainly aware that he could.
"There are other ways for me to claim your power than simply killing you. You'd do well to remember that." He lets you go. You gasp and lean back into the wall. "This is the last warning. Do not approach me again." He turns again to leave.
"I will and you know that already." You call out to his fleeting form. He doesn't turn back but stops in his tracks.
"Do you choose not to listen or is your head just that empty?" You hear him sigh to himself. Not wanting to linger any further he leaves you behind in the dark. You eventually retire to your chambers but find yourself plagued by him in your thoughts.
You swear it's an accident when you run into him again. You were planning on giving Alear space and going back to the drawing board. You were just walking to clear your head when your eyes landed on him. You had hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed you, but a pair of narrowed red eyes look back at you.
"Your head must be empty."
"I'm just out for a walk."
"You expect me to believe that? After all the other times you've chosen to pester me?"
"I guess it wouldn't be believable, ahaha..." "...Alear? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You will align with my purpose. I will make it so." His fingers hook under your chin, he forces you to meet his gaze. "This is the only way now." You're perplexed but not afraid. He leans in and crashes his lips into yours. It's slightly clumsy, maybe a bit too much teeth from him, but there's heat behind it nonetheless. He pulls back and tries again, with greater success.
Everything is such a blur in the moments that follow the second kiss. One second you're both staring at each other, you trying to catch your breath and him swallowing you whole from how hungry the look in his eyes was. The next your robes have been taken from your body, hastily moved to the side, his armour also disposed of.
Your back against the wall, his arms underneath your knees as he propped you up. His face buried into the nape of your neck, teeth have dug into the skin just enough to draw blood and leave a mark. Thighs pried apart, him in between, your fingers are digging into his back pitifully as he managed to slide his thick cock into your entrance. He was kind enough not to move just yet, although you don't think he could've straight away even he wanted to. It was a tight fit and you whimpered as he rock forward to have you take the final inches.
Although now you don't find it kind. The anticipation building in your stomach to have him move getting the best of you.
"Alear..." you whine his name. He releases you from his fangs, lapping at wound before pulling away. "Please," you try to roll your hips to goad him into moving, he hisses from behind clenched teeth.
"I would warn you about doing that but we both know you wouldn't listen." You expect him to continue chiding you, but instead he gives into your request. Finally generating the motion you so desired, his motions are uneven to begin with but eventually he finds a rhythm he desired. One, that had you clawing into his back, losing yourself to the pleasure of it all.
"I waited for you to come here. I chose this spot purposefully. I knew you'd come here." You can't speak, he's pressing himself further inside you, his hips moving at a pace that was making you dizzy. "You are a fool who doesn't seem to learn. But you were right I have no intent to kill you." You're more likely to die now speared on his cock, going mad from the way it fills and empties you with his every motion. "I decided after our last talk that this is best solution." There are so many things you wish you could voice in the moment.
"Alear," but instead all you can do is choke out his name pitifully.
"Say my name like that again, once more." When his cock presses against the perfect spot inside you with his next thrust, you can't help but fufill his wish. His name falling from your mouth again, as if it was the only word you knew. A knot was building in your stomach and from how he seemed to shudder with every other thrust you guessed he was close too.
His pace turns into wild bucking but even his dick manages to press against everything you need it to. It is inevitable when your orgasm rushes over your body, leaving you shaking against him as he chases his own. The eventual rush of his cum flooding your core comes to pass and his hips stutter as he rides out the last spurts leaving his cock.
He softens and slides out of you, cum following sliding down your thighs. He doesn't say a word as he glides you down to the ground, releasing your legs from his hold. Then turns to gather his things.
He has the decency to throw your clothes at you and tell you to get dressed, as he fixes his armour. But in your sex filled daze you don't work as quickly to recompose yourself. "Find me again if you feel the need to submit yourself to me." You're left with his cum dripping out of you and the lingering of anticipation of taking him up on his offer again.
