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Roman was out in the Imagination as usual. He was in the middle of a field just behind his ginormous castle, practicing his swordsmanship with his trusty katana, slicing through the dozens of dummies he had summoned earlier. With a strong swish and slash of his mighty blade, the last dummy was no longer standing, falling to the grassy ground with a soft thud. Roman smiles in triumph, proud of his wonderful performance before bowing slightly, as if he was on stage in front of an audience.
Suddenly, he heard slow clapping from behind.
"Bravo, Roman."
Roman quickly turned around to follow where that familiar voice came from, and as soon as he laid eyes on his visitor, his blood ran cold. It was no other than the slimy and devious snake, Janus, in all his glory as he struts towards Roman. The slow clapping of his gloved hands was rather irritating to the ears, echoing throughout the surroundings.
"What are you doing here, Janus?" Roman growls, getting defensive and he readied himself to fight the wannabe villain right there in front of him (if he dared so).
"Easy there, Roman. Is that how you treat a guest?" Janus pouts mockingly before raising his hand to his mouth, snickering to himself. Roman only glared at him with sheer annoyance, huffing slightly.
"Look, I am not in the mood to deal with your... evil schemes or whatever! Leave me alone." Roman exclaims as he gestures towards Janus comically, his face contorting. Janus merely raised an eyebrow at him, finding Roman's reaction to his very presence quite amusing.
Janus scoffs and waves him off, "Oh come on, I'm not doing anything. You wound me, Roman. I was just taking a good stroll around the Imagination." he explains before fiddling with a yellow crystal-like flower— wait, it looked familiar...— that's none of his worries right now.
"I don't care, why don't you go to Remus' part of the Imagination!? I'm sure he'd like your presence there, while me personally, I'm not fond of having a sly snake around." Roman retorts irritably, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at Janus, waiting for his reply. If it wasn't clear enough, he did not like Janus.
Janus hums as he glances at Roman, "I just got back from there myself actually..." he pauses to ponder on something for a minute before looking directly at Roman again, "It was boring, the whole place was so... Remus. But at least he had this beautiful garden with crystal flowers, there's that." he drawled, taunting Roman more. And it did.
"I don't care." The creative facet rolled his eyes in response.
"Pity." Janus sighed dramatically before slowly walking away from Roman, he was already done teasing the crap out of Roman for today, he didn't need to further torture him. "I'll be seeing you around, princey," he says with a small wave not bothering to look back at the princely man.
"No thank you!" Roman shouted back in response, glaring daggers at Janus' back as he watched him walk away. Oh, that snake was insufferable, Roman couldn't stand being around him and it ticked him off every time he decided to taunt the creative side. Like, didn't he have anything else to do!?
The creative prince was about to turn around when he noticed Janus stopped walking, his body seemed to be swaying slightly, clutching his head. Roman knew he could care less right now, but it did make him concerned. He was a prince, and he had a duty to rescue and help those in need. Even if they were his archenemy.
He quickly rushed to Janus' aid, ignoring the way his feet felt heavy and weak as they dragged him across the ground. "Janus!" he cried, "You okay?", he asked worriedly, hovering his hand above Janus' shoulder. Janus looked up at him, and he looked a bit different. His whole face was flushed red, he was sweating profusely and his eyes were hazy. Janus looked pathetic in a way.
"I feel warm... my whole body does. I don't know what's happening to me." Janus says, whining softly to himself, his breath hitching. He tried to claw his capelet off desperate, frustrated whines leaving his throat as he desperately tried to remove the offending fabric. He fails miserably, and after struggling some more, he gives up.
Roman stood there, quite dumbfounded, watching as Janus continued to struggle and whine in distress, trying to get his capelet off. After several moments, Roman finally snapped into action. "Alright, alright, hold still." He said as he gently took Janus' wrists in his hands, helping him take off his capelet, the fabric dropping to the ground. "W-what happened?" he then queries.
Janus shook his head, "I don't know! I-I was feeling alright earlier but now, I suddenly feel warm and—and light-headed." he explained as he clutched Roman's sleeve, his face still flushed red, his breathing becoming more ragged and quickened. "This is the worst day of my life." he moaned.
"Let's set you down, geez, you're piping hot," Roman said as he pressed his palm against Janus' forehead, feeling the searing heat radiating from the deceitful facade. He then guided him to a tree, sitting him down before kneeling beside him. Janus looks up at him with glossy and dilated eyes as he trembles uncontrollably, a feverish blush decorating his face. "What's the last thing you encountered here in the Imagination? You must've touched or disturbed something here.".
"I don't remember messing with anything while I was on Remus' part of the Imagination..." Janus answered in between gasps for breath. "Uhm, I did pick up that flower from his garden," he added. That flower he was holding earlier... shit, it can't be possible.... Roman cursed under his breath. Fuck this shit, why did this have to happen!?
"I think that flower had an aphrodisiac to it..." Roman muttered lowly.
"What do I do now, Roman? What's happening to me?" Janus whined pleadingly, heat surrounding his body rather painfully. His clothes stuck to his skin uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Every article of his clothing seemed to constrict tightly around his body. He wanted it all off.
"I hate this, make it go away please." He added.
Roman sighed in frustration, "Okay okay but— but I don't know if you'll like the way to get rid of it. You know, because we are enemies and I don't want to—".
"Just say it," Janus demanded with a hiss.
"Well, uhm," Roman hesitates, unsure of how to proceed. Janus stared at him impatiently, his breathing growing more rapid by the second. "The only antidote is sex. It's the only way to get rid of the effects of the aphrodisiac." Roman was eventually admitted.
"Then get it over with already!" Janus shouts impatiently, his tone sharp and harsh. He wanted to get rid of this strange heat he was experiencing; he needed to get rid of it. Now.
"Right... I-I will. Just hang tight and I need to fetch your capelet." Roman mumbled an excuse as he scrambled to his feet, his heart hammering fast inside his ribcage. He took one last glance at Janus before heading off towards the area where they had dropped Janus' capelet earlier. He himself was not ready for this, he hadn't imagined himself doing it with Janus, of all people. He picked up the capelet as he went, turning back to Janus but immediately froze momentarily at the sight before him.
"Please, Roman, do something."
Janus exclaimed between heavy pants, desperation written on his pale face. He had never seen Janus like this before. So desperate and vulnerable, that not an inch of his smooth and suave facade was present. Janus proceeded to pull off his gloves with his teeth, tearing them off from his hands and throwing them aside with a soft grunt. He clawed on his shirt furiously, tugging it upwards, exposing his chest, bared for Roman to view.
Roman wanted to ask but he was quickly interrupted, "Are you sure you want to do it here?—"
"I need you now, Roman. Help me, it hurts." Janus practically begged as he spread open his legs apart for Roman, urging him to get to work. His half-lidded eyes looked up at him, pleading for help. For once, Janus looked so needy, that Roman almost felt bad, yet at the same time he couldn't bring himself to leave Janus like this. Not when he saw the raw agony and vulnerability on Janus' face. He swallowed thickly before settling himself between the other's legs.
Roman leaned close, their faces merely a few centimeters away, "May I kiss you?" he asked for the other's permission.
"Please..."
The creative one wasted no time and immediately closed the gap between them, letting their lips connect in a fiery kiss. The first moment their lips made contact, Janus' whole body tensed up, his eyes closing in anticipation as he let out a soft moan. He wrapped his arms around Roman's without hesitation, bringing him closer to him. Their lips moved in perfect sync, matching perfectly, their tongues dancing together.
Once they broke the kiss, they both breathed heavily for a while, gazing deeply into each other's eyes as they regained their composure, their chests rising rapidly.
Roman broke away from Janus' hold to take off his white prince suit, feeling his whole body beginning to heat up as well. He discards his red sash before pulling off his white tunic over his head and throwing it elsewhere. As he did so, he took notice that Janus was staring intensely at Roman's exposed chest, eyes raking over the muscular and toned torso while biting down harshly on his lip and unconsciously touching himself. And Roman was quite flattered with that.
But before Roman could even do anything, Janus had already pounced on Roman, pushing him down on the grass. He roughly straddled the Prince's waist, making him gasp in surprise, his own hands grabbing onto Janus' hips to steady him. Janus kissed Roman passionately and desperately, like a starved man. Roman kissed him back with as much passion, his fingers digging into the deceitful side's ass, only having a small amount of self-control within him until he finally snaps.
Janus gasped upon being touched by Roman, moaning softly as he began grinding and humping down on him, their clothed member rubbing against each other as he let out pitiful whines and moans like a bitch in heat. Roman was going insane. This was too good to be true. It had to be a dream, it just had to. But he didn't want it to be. He wanted it to be real. He wanted to see the look on Janus' face once he realized how far gone he really was. He wanted to feel Janus' body moving in his, wanted to hear the other groan and shout his name. He wanted to feel Janus underneath him, he wanted to make a mess out of him, he wanted to ruin him.
Fuck— what was he thinking!? Was he affected by the aphrodisiac too? Why was he thinking this way about Janus!??
He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when Janus ground harder down on him. "Shit— Fuck, Janus!" A loud moan ripped out of Roman's mouth, something he did not even expect to come out from himself, and he bucked his hips up in response.
"Roman, need you now, need your cock in me." Those hot, filthy, and sultry words came from Janus' very lips as he whispered those against Roman's. Roman could only nod in response, unable to form any coherent sentences right now, all he could do was comply with Janus's every need. Without hesitation, he flipped the both of them over, him now on top while Janus was beneath him.
Janus looked ethereal. His hair splayed out across the ground, his face flushed redder than ever, eyes glazed over with desire and lust that he had never seen before, looking up at Roman with want. A look he never expected Janus to give him. He felt his arousal building up again as he trailed his hands up and down Janus' naked torso to the belt of his trousers. "I'll take it off now.".
The snake-like facet only hummed as he watched Roman intently, his chest heaving up and down as he panted slightly. He nodded his head slowly before opening his mouth to speak. "Make me yours.".
Roman gulped and quickly worked on undoing Janus' trousers, his breath and hands shaky as he felt adrenaline course through his veins. He pulled it off in two quick motions, succeeding in ridding off of Janus' trousers and underwear. Leaving him bare for the world to see, or rather, for Roman to see.
Roman's breath hitched at the sight, his own erection strained uncomfortably against his own trousers, begging to be released from its confines.
Janus spread his legs wide open, presenting himself in all his glory. He looked absolutely breathtaking and it only added to Roman's lust which only grew hotter. He was ready to fuck him right now, in all honesty. "Come on, Roman, it hurts so bad. Need you now." He whimpered softly, biting down on his lower lip as he looked at Roman expectantly.
Roman swallowed hard before he snapped his finger, summoning a bottle of lube. He poured a small amount into his palm and proceeded to coat his fingers, then pressed a finger into Janus. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
"Roman, Roman, Roman!" A chorus of Roman's name continuously spilled out of Janus' mouth as he was repeatedly railed against a tree, his hand gripping tightly on the rough surface for support. Janus could barely keep himself together anymore, his entire body shaking and trembling, sweat drenching his skin. He was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath after his third orgasm. The effects of the aphrodisiac were beginning to go down and they were already at their third (or maybe fourth?) round. Anyway, they didn't keep count.
Roman was huffing heavily as he continued to thrust into Janus, his stamina was starting to falter but Janus' seemed to never end. They were going at it like rabbits.
Janus whined loudly before moaning, "More! I need more!", and Roman complied, increasing his pace and thrusting harder. Their bodies shook and trembled violently with the force they were exerting. Janus' nails dug painfully into the tree bark as he cried out in pain. "Oh god, more!!!". And with another forceful thrust, Roman felt Janus' walls clenching around his cock and he could only whimper and groan.
Roman could feel his legs starting to buckle beneath him, already too tired after standing for about half an hour. He pulled out for a bit, earning a loud complainant noise from Janus, and laid down on the grass, panting heavily. "You should ride me instead, Janus." He suggested, looking up at the other. His breathing was heavy, sweat trickling down his forehead and neck.
The lying facet wasted no time and climbed up on top of Roman. He straddled the male's hips and positioned himself, lining up the creative prince's length to his aching hole. Janus grunted lightly under his breath as he lowered himself, watching Roman's dick disappear into him. Roman could only moan, his breath shaky as he gripped the other's hips, rubbing it gently to urge him to finally move.
Janus started bouncing his hips, gradually increasing his speed. At first, it was slow but steadily picking up speed until Roman's moans of pleasure could be heard all throughout the field. Roman gripped onto Janus' hips for support as he began to thrust his hips up as well, the warm heat of Janus' velvety walls and the friction created every time they moved drove him insane.
"Joder, estás tan apretado y caliente. Me vuelves loco, amor." Roman exclaimed loudly in Spanish between groans of pleasure, getting close to release. Janus did not understand a word the latter said but the way Roman spoke, sent a spark of electricity throughout his body, causing him to lose it. Janus rode on top of Roman relentlessly like there was no tomorrow, cries and moans of pleasure spilling from both their lips.
Roman was completely mindless now, nothing mattered except for the fact that Janus' was making him feel this good, something he had never experienced before. His grip on the other tightened, nails digging onto the deceitful side's hips, almost deep enough to draw blood as he continued to thrust into Janus.
With one final powerful thrust, Roman cried out loud in sweet sweet pleasure as he spilled inside Janus, both of them cumming together and leaving Roman gasping for air and Janus collapsing on top of him, completely spent. They both panted heavily, tired from their sexual fiasco. Janus rested his head on Roman's chest with ragged breath, still coming down from his high as the effects of the aphrodisiac finally dissipated. He had never experienced something like this and it was... amazing. That, he didn't want to lie.
Both of them stayed in that position for a while, letting their bodies rest for a bit while thinking about how to bring up this situation properly without making it weird with one another.
Eventually Roman broke the silence first, gently caressing the other's back and whispering, "Are you finally alright? Is it... gone?". Janus lifted his head up slightly to look at the other with a slight blush adorning his cheeks, though his expression was mostly blank due to tiredness.
"Yes," he replied simply, shifting to get off of Roman, "It's gone. Thank you. For helping me. I feel much better now, honestly," he admitted as he sat up, averting his gaze from Roman while he tucked a hair strand behind his ear. Janus knew that once the effect of the aphrodisiac was gone, everything was going to get much more awkward between the two of them.
Roman sat up too but remained quiet, staring down at his hands while he tried to convey his thoughts into words, wondering how he would bring up this situation. It made him question things about himself, it was conflicting, to say the least. Were they still enemies after this? What are they now after that? Surely fucking your archnemesis doesn't change anything between the both of you, right? Right?
"You can say what you want to say, Roman. This must be difficult for you as well." Janus said in a monotone, shivering when the air hit his bare skin. He reached for his capelet lying around as he waited for Roman's response, feeling a sense of... nervousness throughout his body.
"I don't have anything to say." The creative side said curtly, snapping both of them clean and with new clothes. He got up and offered a hand to Janus, who only stared at it but eventually accepted it. "You're okay now, right?".
"I am, thanks to you." Janus hums in response, feeling his cheeks heat up once more. He tried his hardest not to avert his gaze from Roman's but God, he suddenly felt embarrassed at everything. Remembering what happened earlier and how he was so... needy. It made him cringe to the core.
"Before you go, I wanted to ask, what are we now?" Roman asked shyly, scratching the back of his head nervously, his face also red with embarrassment. "I mean, after all of that, surely something changed.".
Janus took a step back and looked away from Roman, "We can be whatever you want us to be. Just... don't tell the others.". With that he turned to walk away, not wanting to let Roman see him go red like the latter's sash. Roman watched him walk away, feeling his heart hammer inside his chest, almost threatening to jump out.
"Oh, and Roman," Janus stopped in his tracks and glanced back at the creative one, Roman perking up and looking at him questionably. "Can we do it again? But with less aphrodisiacs next time?" He smirked playfully and walked away quickly.
Roman could only gawk at the other as his whole face felt like it was on fire.