Power Thief's Revenge [BL]

"Are you done yet?"

"Uh… No?"

"What's taking you so long? Hurry up!"

"It's just… I didn't expect this is how we'll do it! I can't get aroused by just looking at this empty cup!"

Hermes was currently sitting inside a bathroom stall, holding a sample cup that Eirwyn provided for him and Ymir. Ymir was in the stall right beside him. 

They have been trying to release 'life essence' for 30 minutes now to share, but to no avail.

"What, you want me to provide you with some porn or something?" Ymir's muffled voice still sounded sassy and demeaning. "Come on, it's not that hard! Use your imagination!"

Hermes' left eye twitched. "If it's so easy, why are you still in your stall? Have you finished already?"

Ymir suddenly went quiet.

"... No."

"Huh, thought so."

An awkward silence passed, as they continued trying to get themselves hard. But both couldn't, no matter how much they stroked themselves.

"... We can't stay here for too long. I have to return to my department soon." Ymir said softly. 

Hermes was exasperated at this point. "I'm trying…."

Suddenly, he heard the metallic clicking of the door beside him as Ymir got out. He watched Ymir's feet walking out of his stall and moving in front of Hermes'.

"Open it."

Hermes turned red, immediately zipping up his willy. "H-Huh!?"

"Just open the damn door." The ice prince said coldly. "Don't make me ask twice, Potentia."

Hermes took a deep breath, and eventually pushed off the lock. 

Ymir's expression was unreadable, especially because of those big ice blue aviator glasses. He pushed Hermes back to the toilet seat, then closed the door behind him.

"Why are you still wearing that?" He pointed to Hermes' pants. "Take it off."

Hermes moved by impulse, as if the obedient employee side of him had been awakened once more. He did not have time to think or hesitate. 

This was his boss' orders, and so he had to do it.

Once he had bared himself, Ymir also started doing the same. His movements were so casual, as if they weren't doing anything unethical in this bathroom stall.

His hand moved towards Hermes' crotch, and started rubbing it without another word. 

"Nghh…" Hermes shivered from the cold.

Since Cryoshift was back to its rightful owner, his body temperature was also back to normal. And so to feel those cold hands in his most sensitive body part… 

"Touch me." 

Ymir said that without a hint of any emotion. It was just an order, just like how he asks for bi-weekly reports or decaf.

Hermes' fingers shook as he reached out to Ymir's cock. It wasn't as long and intimidating as his, but it was still quite bigger than average. Somner's was cuter compared to it, with its pale veins and pinkish tip.

But Ymir's was darker, and it didn't feel hot when it got erect. 

Hermes had never touched a sex toy before, but this was what he assumed a dildo would feel like in his hand. Hard but malleable, without any warmth or passion.

Then he heard it…

"Ah…"

It was just soft breaths, but Hermes instantly felt it down in the pit of his stomach. Just below the navel. Ymir's cold pants, showing that he does feel something about this after all. 

There was just an ice barrier keeping it hidden.

It then just struck him now that Ymir was kneeling this whole time. He was the aggressive one, but he was kneeling and putting more effort between the two of them. 

And something about that just stirred something in Hermes. 

It wasn't sadism or masochism. It was this feeling of wanting to be equals, of wanting to give as much as he takes. 

He wanted the two of them to be in sync. For their breaths come together in harmony, hot and cold, passion and pragmatism….

Ymir's glasses lowered a bit as he pumped Hermes' cock faster. Hermes caught up to his pace, and soon those low pants turned into low moans and grunts…

He can see his eyes from this angle. 

Those eyes were not staring at his organ at all. Those eyes were looking up at him, staring deep into his soul. As if Ymir was trying to read him like a book, trying to see if they were on the same page.

Hermes pushed Ymir's hair off those beautiful glacier eyes.

"I'm close." He said, giving Ymir the confirmation that those eyes were seeking.

Ymir nodded, placing the sample cup closer to Hermes' tip. "Me too…"

They worked their way to their climax, the pressure getting stronger at their exits of their 'essence'. Ymir tried to keep his hand steady, leaning his head against Hermes' chest. Hermes closed his eyes, his fingers gripping Ymir harder.

"Ngh… Hah…. Ahh!"

They filled their cups almost at the same time. 

The fluid was thick but not to the point of being sticky like cream. It was more like a viscous rice wine, which reminded Hermes of wedding rituals in other cultures. 

He had heard of how the lovers would link their arms together, and drink a shot of wine at the same time. A love shot.

"Ymir…" He called out, taking this man's forearm and entwining it with his.

Like two snakes in a caduceus.

Ymir's eyes showed a hint of recognition of what this act meant. But…

He still leaned closer, pressing his lips against the sample cup's edge and calling out his partner's name. "Hermes."

They took the shot at the same time. 

It tasted bitter and sweet at the same time. Like love and hatred, pleasure and pain, brewed together into what we call 'life'. 

A heartbeat passed, and Ymir eventually let go first.

He didn't say anything, just looking pensive as he fixed his glasses and his clothes. Then, he left the stall. 

Hermes just digested the complicated feelings inside him for a while. 

They barely spoke to each other, but somehow, he felt like he had seen more into Ymir than he ever did. And he felt that Ymir felt the same, as if they formed a bond after sharing parts of each other they never did with anyone else.

His system's holographic screen popped up:

[You have shared Cryoshift with a user.

Your Cryoshift Duration: 12 days, 12 hours and 12 minutes

User's Cryoshift Duration: Indefinite (True Owner)]