A continuation of Rafayels "Private Tripe" Card, based on the following request I got on my tumblr blog:

*cough cough* Iraaaaaa hii😇 After your recent posts and thoughts, I feel like a short fic inspired from Private trip - fluff and the bond establishment, along with some NSFW, is a must if possible 🌚

(Poor Zayne tho, we shouldn't torment him like that 😂😂 I've been laughing for some time thinking about it that is so wrong but omgg)

"Do I really need a reason to be together with you?" Rafayel looks at you a bit shyly, as if he's afraid you would refuse him.

"Never!", you think. You love him more than he knows. So you stroll over to him at a leisurely pace, coming to a halt right in front of him. With a small warm smile you wrap your arms around his slender waist, pulling him closer to you.

Rafayels face turns a bit red through this action, his gaze filled with confusion and curiosity.

"You don't need a reason. I really like spending time with you, you know?" you assure him, and lean your head on his chiseled chest. His scent envelops you and his arms slip around your middle to retort the embrace.

The Lemurian is content and seems to enjoy this tender and quiet moment with you in the shadow of the mountains' god statue.

That is when you pull the pink ribbon out of his pocket without attracting his attention. As soon you close your fist around the soft silk strand, you ease back on him. With a little push on his chest you gain some distance and start running down the trail you were coming from earlier.

"Ha! I snatched your ribbon! Come and catch me, you lame sea snail, if you want it back!" You laugh cheerfully and swing the ribbon up in the air, clearly for him to see.

"You!" Rafayel sighs startled, before starting to chase you down the mountain path. You just laugh again and speed up on the way, determined to win this silly competition.

Meanwhile in Linkon City, Dr. Zayne's office:

Zayne works at his desk, typing reports into his computer as a strange feeling is creeping up inside him. Momentarily distracted, he pauses and looks around.

There's nothing abnormal in his office, but the strange feeling still lingers with him, as he suddenly heard your voice calling out to him. It's faint, barely hearable, but it was there.

Confused, he raises from his chair, taking a few steps into the large space of the room. It's not possible that he could hear you... you aren't even in Linkon as you told him a few days ago at one of your appointments. Why did he hear your voice?

Back at the guest's house at Mt. Greenvine:

You look at the pink ribbon that feels smooth between your fingers, now sitting in the bedroom at the house the artist's friend let you stay in during your private trip. It's the one Rafayel has brought back from the mountain and which you won and claimed as yours in the end. Of course, you won, because of your advantage, but it was a close victory. You still smile at the hilarious race down the mountain trail.

As soon as Rafayel enters the room, freshly showered and ready to go to bed, only wearing a light Pajama pant and showing off his toned upper body, you stand up and hide the ribbon behind your back.

"Don't you wear something more for sleep?" you ask, slightly surprised by his scantily dressing.

Rafayel looks at you with a smug grin. "Why would I? It's not that you aren't familiar with my dashingly good looks by now, yeah?" and walks leisurely up to you.

You just roll your eyes, still hiding your hands.

"What are you hiding?" he tries to take a curious look behind you.

"Nothing special." you smile innocently as you start to slowly walk around him.

Rafayel follows you with a gaze, his head turning with your movement but the rest of his body standing still, waiting for your action. "You do know I'm not a bonfire, right?" a teasing tone in his voice.

Not answering his question, you pull out the pink ribbon, let it caress his bare shoulders as it strokes delicately over his pale skin. It falls down along his pecs, only to be slowly pulled up by you again to redo the motion as you walk with light steps around his slim figure. Turning yourself in some twists and moving your arms gracefully like you're dancing to an unheard music, you continue to tease and seduce the man in front of you.

"What are you doing?" Rafayel asks curiously, his voice a bit shaky and his cheeks turning a beautiful red hue as he's getting aware of your intentions.

You smile at him, not breaking your dance around him, and still caressing him with that satin like ribbon. "I once heard a legend that maidens are dancing to lure out the mountain god, so that he can fulfill their wishes and to become his wife." You now add your other hand to skim over Rafayels chiseled chest, caressing his pecs and gliding through the valley of his abs while the other hand does the same with the ribbon.

"But I'm not the mountain god," he states, his voice deeper and rough at the edges. He still doesn't move an inch, observing every move you make from your hands to your feet and back.

"Nooo..." you say slowly in a low voice, "but didn't you say, the Sea God would look like you?" and with a brave spinning dancing move you grab one arm of his, turn yourself to his body and touch his chest with your back. You pause, and you can feel Rafayel breathing heavily behind you, your own breath also faster due to the dance and the tension that built up. The arm you took from him lays now on your belly, the skin feels warm on yours as you rest in his embrace.

"So, maybe if I dance for the Sea God instead, and bind the ribbon on his arm... will he grant me my wish?" you say quietly as you drape the pink ribbon around Rafayels wrist.

The breath of the Lemurian hitched, you feel it at your back and bending his head to your ear, he whispers deeply: "What dost thou wish, oh my devout follower?"

Warm air caresses the sensitive skin at your neck, and you can't hold a little shudder as Rafayel deeply inhales your scent there. A strange sensation leaves your heart hammering in your chest and sends tingles down your spine. Suddenly you're becoming completely aware of the man behind your back, his broad shoulders, his toned body that radiates heat onto your back and the warm arm around your waist, pulling you gently closer to him. A soft kiss at your shoulder and you sigh, relieving a bit of the tension that's swirling around you.

"Are you willing to form a bond with me?" Rafayel asks again, a deep smoky voice whispering in your ear paired with another light kiss right below.

Breathing in heavily you slowly turn around, locking gaze with the mesmerizing eyes of the man now in front of you. You get on your toes, hands wander to his defined chest, seeking hold at his shoulder. Your lips get close to his.

"Yes, I will." you whisper with a light brush of your lips over his own, never leaving his gaze.

Rafayels sunset eyes widen in surprise before he closes the distance to your mouth and locks you out of his mesmerizing orbs. You give yourself into the kiss with your own eyes now closed and his full lips soft and gentle on your own.

His hold around your waist tightens lightly, flushing you completely to his body. Heat overwhelms you, the feeling of his mouth on yours sending waves of pleasure through your whole body.

All too soon he eases back, leaving you both panting for air. Rafayel leans his forehead to yours, eyes still closed.

"Wish granted, my beloved." before he captures your mouth again, this time more boldly and escorted by a primal need.

His hand finds your head, digging into your hair and tilting it to the right angle with gentle pressure. You're now surrounded by his heat, captured in an adored hold. Rafayel devours your lips hungrily, showing you a need you didn't expect as his tongue slips out, licking at your bottom lip.

You part your mouth slightly, inviting him to explore the inner part, and soon you've forgotten everything else around you. The man you held onto the only one existing in your mind.

Linkon City, Zayne's apartment:

Zayne tries to sleep, but something is off. Cold sweat is dripping down his back, his tummy churns and tosses in his belly.

A wicked sensation creeps up to him, like some evil ghost that is haunting him. Not that he believes in such nonsense, but this description suits his symptoms.

Finally giving up to get into dreamland, he walks into the bathroom. Suddenly he hears you whisper... something like Sea God and bond?

"Am I hallucinating?" Zayne speaks to the mirror. But why? There's no medical explanation for this.

Checking his body temperature he has to admit he is indeed ill with a fever, and he has to call in sick for the next few days.

Using his evol to cool himself down he crawls back into bed, trying to overhear your voice that now moans and sighs. What a strange fever dream... and suddenly he feels hot because of other reason than this weird fever, his pants get tighter because of some prominent body part that starts to grow. Zayne tries to think at  something different, turning and tossing himself around under the sheets. But these lewd noises aren't really helping to get his arousal back in check...