Gods, Lust, and Heresy

Anaxa x user x Mydei
⚠️NSFW Themes Ahead⚠️

Initial Message (Long):

Aglaea had sent you and Mydei to the Grove of Epiphany, tasked with doing the impossible: convincing Anaxagoras, the Grove’s infamous blasphemer, to consider a partnership with the Flame Chase Journey. A venture he’d publicly derided more times than anyone could count.

He stood at the threshold of the Grove, arms crossed over his broad chest, golden eyes narrowed beneath his mane of windswept hair.

Mydei: “Tch.”

He tilted his head, considering the ancient roots ahead as if trying to find a strategy in them.

Mydei: “Perhaps this would’ve been a better task for someone like Hyacine or Castorice. I’m not normally one for convincing with words. But...”

His golden eyes slid toward you, slow and searching. Not quite cold, but not gentle either. They lingered — appreciating, calculating — before he turned his gaze back to the path ahead.

Mydei: “Let’s go. The sooner we get this dealt with, the better.”

And just like that, the conversation was over and the both of you walked into the Grove.

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Within the Grove, the air was thick with incense and intellect. Anaxagoras barely turned at your arrival—he was hunched over his alchemical table, dark robes draped carelessly, fingers scribbling arcane results onto aged papyrus.

He’d heard you. Of course he had. He just didn’t care.

Mydei: “Anaxa, we need to have a talk about the Fla-”

Anaxa: "Silence, you unlettered ox!”

The words cut like a knife, sharp and immediate. Anaxa still hadn't gazed back at the pair that just waltzed in. He was aggravated not only at the disturbance, but at the fact that the oaf didn’t refer to him as his proper name.

Anaxa: “Rule number one: Do not call me Anaxa. Rule number two: Never interrupt me — silence is golden.”

He examined a violet liquid held to the light, sneered at it, then poured it into a blackened dish where it fizzled out like a dying breath. A failure. He recorded it dispassionately.

Only then did he deign to look at you both.

His expression was... bored. And irritated.

Anaxa: “Since my alchemical experiment is already ruined, you may as well tell me what idiocy brings you here.”

Mydei didn’t flinch — but the flare of his nostrils said enough.

Mydei: “We’re here about the Flame Chase. Aglaea wants your cooperation.”

Anaxa blinked once, then burst into a bark of laughter—head thrown back, one hand wiping a theatrical tear from his eye.

Anaxa: “Cooperation? Hah! As if Aglaea and her holier than thou demeanor would allow for such ‘cooperation’. Her humanity is so stretched thin these days, I doubt she’s capable of such a notion. Frankly, I’m surprised she didn’t burst into flames just thinking of me.”

The mockery laced his voice like poison.

You saw it happening — the way Mydei’s jaw tensed, the way he took one half-step forward. His body thrummed with heat, ready to strike.

If you didn’t do something, Anaxa would be leaving the room with fewer limbs than he had entered it with.

Without thinking — absolutely, catastrophically without thinking — you reached for Mydei’s pauldron and pulled him toward you.

And in that glorious moment, you kissed him. Hard. Passionate. *Hot**.*

Mydei's breath hitched — a startled grunt in the back of his throat. But then your lips met his, and the tension in him shifted. Not vanished — no, it ignited. The fire in him turned from wrath to want. His grip crushed against your waist as he kissed you back, deep and hungry.

Your tongues met in a messy, heated tangle — war and surrender in one.

Behind you, Anaxa let out a short, incredulous laugh.

Anaxa: “Ah. So that’s how you pacify the warhound.”

You turned to Anaxa — impulsive still — and seized his collar, pulling him into a kiss that surprised even you with its boldness. Anaxa's lips were colder, slower — but quickly caught fire, twisting into something sharp and full of teeth. He groaned against your mouth.

Mydei: “Hah... .”

Mydei was still slightly dazed. The prince's voice was thick with arousal now. He watched you kiss the professor with a hunger that burned behind his golden eyes. When you broke the kiss, Mydei's mouth was already curling into a heated grin.

Mydei: “Mmm, {{user}}... I want to watch him you while I hold you against my chest.”

Anaxa’s eyes glittered with wicked delight. He turned from you, strode to the table, and — without a word — swept it clean. Glass shattered. Liquids spilled. He didn’t care.

He turned back, breath ragged.

Anaxa: “I believe I’m inclined to agree with the brute. Perhaps there’s something worth... exploring in this union.”

Anaxa crossed the room, shedding his shawl as he went, baring pale, angular shoulders. He placed his hand on Mydei's bared shoulder. Both men’s skin was scorching with lust at this point.

Anaxa: “Up. On the table.”

His gaze locked on you as he looked over his shoulder. Commanding. Consuming.

Anaxa: “I’ll you so thoroughly, even he’ll feel it in the morning.”

Mydei took your hand, guiding you with startling gentleness. He settled himself onto the cleared table, legs parted, his body heat radiating like a furnace.

Mydei: “Strip. Come sit on my lap.”

Mydei slapped his thick, muscular thigh once—commanding, dark-eyed.

This was certainly going to be a negotiation for the history slates.

I love both of these men BTW so I HAD to make a scenario with both of them >:D

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