Thank you so much for your kind words @justsomeoneplayingmlqc 😍 and for your patience. I hope you enjoy this take on Kiro’s ‘Erotic Dreams.’ 😆
Also tagging @camilynn22 for her request.
What I wanted to be a sweet, short drabble turned into this. Please be advised that this contains spoilers from Chapter 17 of the game as well subtle nods to Kiro’s Apricot Forest Date. Please read through the warnings carefully to see if this might be your cup of tea (no worries at all if it isn’t!). I hope you enjoy your read. ❤️
Warnings: vaginal sex, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, double penetration, masturbation, spoilers for Main Story Chapter 17 and Kiro’s Apricot Forest Date.
Summary: Kiro finds himself seeking the one woman he has always loved, even in lucid dreams. And he is not alone in his quests.
Kiro recognizes the slope of that back. Recalls the tapered digits of her trembling hand that reach to sink into silvery strands; fingers of the other… digging crescents into the stark, bold lines of the tattoo at the man’s shoulder. Throwing her head back in the throes of ecstasy before her companion tightens an arm around her waist to keep her suspended in that perpetual state of pleasure.
Even as she weakly rocks into his lap to chase her orgasm, fast and approaching, Kiro knows and feels it — the tightening of his own cock, an uncomfortable testament to the fact. To see the woman he loves riding another. No. A man much, much familiar than Kiro cares to admit.
That deep, rich voice rises from the depths of his mind and around him. The man on the bed; eyes flashing gold before they return to that familiar cold gray. The smile he angles at Kiro: an invitation, to see him frozen at the threshold of the gaudy hotel room. “Don’t wanna come closer? You’d like to see her once more, right... ‘Kiro’?” And despite that smile, Kiro notes the lack of warmth in that gaze — the cold of seas just before the storm.
He grits his teeth against the name that wants to spill from his lips, in accusation. Helios.
But is it really betrayal he feels when the man holding his lover is none other than his own self?
She reaches for Helios’ face then — his face — tears spilling from eyes that seek her lover’s form, even in the shape he has taken now; to protect what matters most to him. Just as the name that leaves her lips — Kiro — before she chases Helios’ mouth.
A hand curls into a cruel fist at the back of her head and pulls. Denying her what she wants. “I am not Kiro.” Helios spits out, teeth dragging across the tender skin of her throat before he bites down hard, wrenching a strangled moan from her.
Kiro crushes back the sound of protest he feels just at the cusp of his lips, to refute Helios’ claim. To tell him not to hurt her heart in this manner. Not her.
But he is this man. Keeping her at bay, just as he does. Protecting her from the shadows he fights so hard to keep her out of. The blood of countless spilled; he hides within dark crevices and behind dagger edged smiles. Selfish. Cruel…. Alone.
But Kiro had once been solely Helios. Solitary even amongst his own kind; mighty evolvers who sought to tear him down. The warmth of another human close; he never missed — for how was it possible to want what he’d never had from the start?
Until he met her. Until Kiro met her and then the desolation had started closing in. Mind-numbing fear to think of this woman he loved, someday disappearing from sight, out of disgust for what she would find: the other half of him.
And so Kiro had fought to keep the Moon buried deep within because wasn’t it his bright smiles she so loved? The endless light she always sought and found comfort in? She had always called him her Sun.
The scene in front of him shifts as Helios presses her face into the sheets, leaning over her back as he almost pulls out of her clenching walls; drawing back to the dripping tip of him. Before he slams back into her to hit that one spot Kiro knows Helios is aware of, as well as the back of his own hand. Her body; a map of which he’s always had programmed into him, be it as Helios or Kiro.
Her face contorts in pleasure under the ferocious onslaught of Helios’ powerful swings, pounding her deeper into the bed until all she does is clench useless fingers into the ruined sheets. Open mouth silent around the syllables of a name he knows too well. Kiro.
It hurts to see her hurt.
Perhaps Helios’ notices the soundless cry of that name too — not his — steel gray eyes losing their ardor as he observes the slide of his cock into her; in and out. A dispassionate observer.
Angling an apathetic glance Kiro’s way before gloved fingers thread through her locks and yank — harsh, unforgiving — as if intent on carving the differences in between the two men she loves, into her very marrow.
For there is no Kiro to be had without Helios.
Kiro cannot move. Trapped within the fodder yarn of his own dreams.
And it is a dream, he realizes all too belatedly.
Having dispatched the men chasing after her, he had returned to his temporary shelter: a ransacked cabin. Seeking to rest his tired body against the remains of a window; keeping watch out of the shack’s dilapidated ruins.
Tapping his phone’s screen to life, making sure his message had been delivered before chucking it aside. He let his head fall back against the wall, thinking back on the events of the night. The way she had called for him — Kiro. Recognized him; despite countless efforts to keep her away. To push her towards safety. But she hadn’t stayed put.
Chasing after him… even as those delicate fingers had dug into his shirt, asking him to stay. And he had smiled. Asking her to forget him, that all was good. Even as he stole her memories away.
His heart had ached along with hers; to see the light seep out from her eyes. Before she had fallen asleep, peaceful as she deserved; limp in his arms.
“I miss you so much, Miss Chips.” His last thoughts before his world fell into darkness.
Kiro moves toward them; each step more urgent than the last until he stops right at the edge of the bed. Cool grey — the dark before dawn —a forbidding intensity simmers within those familiar eyes. Wrath and pain fulgurate within, for a moment before Helios pulls out of her and she protests. He propels his index and middle into her mouth, rendering her cries muffled. Toying with her tongue; stray spit trailing from swollen parted lips before Kiro moves forward to run his tongue against her chin.
The fingers of Helios’ free hand sink into the flare of her hips before he brings her down onto his cock once more — wet and glistening with their combined fluids; it sets the phantom fire within Kiro’s crotch winding higher, the placket of his trousers painfully tight against the strain of his arousal.
Her back arches against Helios’ chest to feel him hit that one spot that sends her mind unraveling; his hips driving to feel the clench of her pussy — the way Kiro’s mouth loses moisture to know exactly how he ruins her so well. The language of her body engraved within that brilliant mind to bring her to the edge. Despite all pretenses, his indifference… Kiro sees it in the way Helios handles her — her pleasure is what he seeks to bring to the brink… senses abstruse tenderness in the digits that sink into her skin to anchor her against him, despite his rough thrusts.
The ravenous mouth Helios runs across her body as if he cannot brand her enough as his and his alone.
Sinking a knee into the plush of the mattress, Kiro moves his fingers — aching and needy — towards her face, contorted in pleasure. Tracing the outline of her cheeks, her chin… Thumb moving to swipe a careful path against moist lips parted in soundless moans. Before she subjects Kiro to that lust-addled gaze and whispers his name.
Reaching trembling fingers towards him; he goes rigid to feel the touch of her hands across him.
“What are you waiting for? Are you going to turn tail and run once more?” A derisive snort leaves Helios before he reaches a hand to cup around her breast and squeeze. Thumb and index tugging at her nipple to send her moans higher. “Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying the show. This woman… her body, every single part of her—” Dragging the pads of skillful digits across her clit before she shudders in his grasp. “I could wreck her over and over as much as you like, if it satisfies those voyeuristic fantasies of yours.”
“Kiro please, I need you to touch me. Ki—”
He drives his lips against hers then as if he means to memorize the taste of her; drink her down — an indelible draught of pleasure — restless, chaotic. Unquenchable desire.
Her hands fly towards the zipper of his pants, dragging it down before she pulls him out; cock throbbing heavy with want within her palm. Pumping his length a few times — the pre-cum she smears across the head of him — before coaxing him forward until the tip slides against her clit; wet with the arousal Helios smeared across her — making them both shudder in rapture.
The tears Kiro sweeps away with careful digits; moving to swipe his tongue against the rest of her salty residue. Whispering words of brief comfort against her wet lashes. “Shush. It’s alright, Miss Chips. Don’t cry, please? I’m here now, it’s alright.” Because when he is Kiro, he wants to be here to hold and love; the smile he wants to strive to keep on that face he so adores. Just as she deserves.
She smiles then, even as she guides his cock against where Helios still propels into her — the latter slowing to languid gyrations of his hips — urging Kiro forward. “Keep up.” He warns once.
Kiro pushes into her slow and deep; face sinking against the scent of her neck to lap and kiss at the dizzying intensity of the stretch of her walls and to feel Helios’ cock slide against his within. The gasp he hears in his ears rising into screams as Helios resumes his propulsion into her pussy without warning, Kiro finding his rhythm and keeping pace with the body he knows as his own.
“Look at how you’ve domesticated her.” Sinking his teeth into her neck as he continues. “Isn’t it nice to find love like a normal person for once?” The sneer Helios angles at him across her body suggests he thinks it anything but — derision and envy curling his features colder.
“She… she is not something to be tamed. She is the woman I — we love. And you swore an oath to protect her.” The frost that takes Kiro’s gaze in that instant, specks of gold bleeding into blue.
The two of them staring daggers across the expanse of the woman they both cherish; pants growing heavier, bodies slick with the slide of sweat in between.
Helios draws away first, moving to suck the soft of her ear lobe into his mouth.
Her pleasure is a live wire, stretched too taut, too long — the vehemence of Helios’ demands of her body having wrecked her to ruin and Kiro feels her exhausted body hurtle towards her limit, even as her fingers reach to claw at Kiro and Helios. “N-No matter who you are—” Frenzied and mindless pleasure driving angry red arcs across their skins. Their grunts rising in unison with the drag of her nails on their bodies.
“K–Kiro! I–I…. no matter ah — if it’s as Kiro or as Helios, I love—” Her orgasm hits her as violent as the unbridled strength of Helios’ thrusts into her. Ceaseless even as she trembles within their arms.
Kiro’s fingers rush across her clit; dragging moisture and lighting fire across her singed nerves to bring her cresting over once more. Vehement; as she topples forward into his chest, nails burning angry stings into his shoulders — he feels the crescents sink in even through the fabric of his shirt.
His gaze catches Helios’ in that instant — dusky gray clashing against vivid blue. Sweat renders those silver strands damp against his face, the pleasure Kiro feels bursting within him, mirrored across his other half’s: the press of harsh teeth into lower lip to tamp down the groans that spill through. The wavering flood of emotions that take Helios as he lets his head pitch backwards, meeting his release on a shuddered grunt just as Kiro finds his own — shooting hot into her depths — in a muffled groan against her lips.
The two of them reaching for one another, again and again, in wet kisses and tongues, refusing to part. Kiro’s appetite; voracious to feel the taste of her within his mouth. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Helios observes the scene in silence; the cold murk of his eyes obscure as if shuttering down against the image of a light far too bright. Before he reaches a hand forward, fingers curling around her shoulder. Dragging her back into his arms.
Sliding a gloved finger beneath her chin before tipping it towards him. His heated breaths mingle with hers as Helios’ open mouth and hungry lips covet hers one more time; the last. His voice a hoarse, harsh command; but Kiro sees it for what it is in the fingers Helios tightens within the weave of her hair — his desire and possession burning still so brilliant in the reluctant way he almost beseeches, “Call me— call me by my name.”
She meets his gaze, the frown that pulls Helios’ features rigid; so unlike the caustic smile that usually pulls across his face to witness her naiveté. As if he’s trying to rebel against his feelings for her — the twitch of a brow is all the hint he affords — but she shatters those defenses just as easy. “Helios.”
The silk thread of whisper dreams fades from his mind; Helios finds himself awake once more. Alone and without warmth, without her — just as he had been when slumber had taken hold of him. Or perhaps, he had found himself within one of her premonitions.
Muttering expletives underneath his breath, Helios reaches for the zipper of his pants. Her face the only company he keeps in mind as he pumps his cock; long, ferocious strokes that bring him to completion quick enough. Emptying himself across the dark of his gloves before he brings his ruined hand up to his face for inspection, noting the webs that stretch in pearlescent strings in between his fingers.
Her voice echoing within the recesses of his mind — Helios — he slips his fingers, damp with arousal into his mouth and sucks, still feeling the clinging scent and taste of her on his skin.
End Notes: The narrative of this story needs a shift after the revelations in Kiro’s Rumours and Secrets: Between Light and Darkness (please do yourselves a huge favor by checking it out ASAP to have your world turned over on its head! Paper Games, please don’t limit such pivotal information to R&S). Thank you for reading!
