Title: Chains
Fandom: Magi
Characters: Masrur and Sharrkan
Rating: M
Prompt: The rattling of chains.
Notes: I was supposed to be studying and then my friend Cherry had to go and mention how she couldn't stop thinking, since reading my last fic, about how Sharrkan's chains would rattle during sex and then this happened. I didn't get to include Masrur having a piercing down there in this one so I'll just have to do that next time I think.

Time moved differently for them within the candle lit bedroom. While outside of the room it had always been too slow - as though the gradual descent of the sundial's shadow was their own form of purgatory, a torturous wait for a heaven in which only they could ever be privy of access to - within the bedroom what had been too slow instead became too fast. Suddenly all the time in the world could never be enough for them to fully appreciate the gift of these moments – however fleeting – with each other.

"Haaa-!"

The rattle of a chain echoed in unison with the slam of a headboard. Tanned hands became white, fingers clutching so hard that blood could no longer flow properly, while hips shoved back to meet the slap of the larger man's impatient hips. Everything around them seemed to became ensnared in some kind of a trap, one which resulted in time drifting in and out of a window upon a meandering stray wind before becoming sucked into a tornado of impatient anxiety that only grew with the clatter.

Thank Solomon Masrur was a man of privacy. His room had been segregated out from the other general's chambers and granted the two just enough space (if not enough time) so as to allow them sweet freedom from silence and whatever other limitations could have been forced upon them.

"Ha-aaah! H-Harder!"

Toes curled in sandals that couldn't even be thrown off in his desperation to fall onto the bed. The straps bit into his sweat-slicked skin, registering a rubbing effect which would leave his legs sore and red come morning. But no matter how uncomfortable it felt to be nearly fully dressed with his robes hitched up to his hips there was still no imaginable way that it could ever fully distract from thepleasure.

"nff- haa….haaa…"

While ignoring Sharrkan's command, Masrur's scarlet hues became lost to all sense of self. Desperation, desire, and sheer wanton need were all that spurned the fanalis on as the clanking chain continued its song.

Kchchchch-Kchchchchch-Kchchchchch-

Sharrkan's mouth dropped open, body spasming when the man's large cock rammed straight into his sweet spot only for it to miss on the next thrust. Drool gathering upon his mouth the swordsman relinquished a hand from the bedpost at the same moment in which he shoved back with all of his strength. The surprise his push caused Masrur resulted in the man's falling down, legs spread and cock still impaled within Sharrkan while the man began to ride him with renewed vigor. The slurping of pre-cum made a shudder race through the redhead's spine, the man's very essence dripping out of his lover and onto strong thighs while Sharrkan held backwards onto the fanalis' armor for support.

"Fuck- haa! Haa!"

A large hand reached out, grabbing the clattering chain as it hit Sharrkan's armor to tug the swordsman back down. Green eyes flashed at the play of power but if he had any argument over this it was shoved out of mind when Masrur began to finally move as fast as the swordsman desired. Despite how his throat was already becoming strained from overuse the swordsman let out a loud shout when Masrur began to piston straight into his prostrate. He clenched down, head falling to barely miss the headboard while strong arms pushed away from it if only to prevent injury.

Kchch-Kchchch-Kchch-Kchchch-Kchch-Kchchch

"Th-Ther- ah! Ahhh! MASRUR!"

Legs gave out and all strength left the swordsman when his body suddenly locked up. There was no warning, no sign that the end was so near until he was cumming hot and hard all over his stomach and the bed. But his shout and clear orgasm didn't stop the Fanalis from his own hot pursuit for release. If anything it only made a growl of frustration echo from tight lips when a muscled arm looped its way around Sharrkan's body to hold him up as hips continued to slam into him. Sharrkan groaned, his body practically boneless and useless while he became forced to maintain an erection until it became painful. "Haa-Ahhh!" Too weak to fight it the swordsman focused as much as he could upon the rays of light now inching their way across the bed in a desperate attempt at a distraction from the pain.

Kchch-Kchch-Kchch-Kchch-!"

"Hrff-!"

Unlike Sharrkan Masrur's own orgasms were always much more subtle. His own grunts were practically silenced out by both the chain still beating upon armor and bed and Sharrkans own second moan of release so much so that, if it were not for the feeling of the other mans cum spurting out inside of him, Sharrkan could have very nearly gone without noticing its occurrence.

A moment after, however, and a groan of relief was given as Sharrkan's body nearly collapsed into his own release. Luckily for him Masrur was cognizant enough now to save the swordsman as a strong arm pulled and rolled him to the side until he was resting quite uncomfortably against the fanalis' chest.

"…heh-"An unbidden and low chuckle escaped Sharrkan's lips when Masrur tried to angle the swordsman's head in order for it fit between neck and shoulder. "Masrur…"The swordsman murmured lowly, eyes heavy, while an arm flopped against the fanalis' side. "Clothes…" Masrur gave another low grunt to that, tired orbs staring at Sharrkan as if assessing if the removal of such items was really necessary for cuddling but a sharp tap to his armor told him that even if he decided it wasn't Sharrkan would be uncooperative until they were gone.

"Nng…" Reluctantly Masrur sat up, his own strength dwindling, as he hurried to assist them both in tossing the armor and clothes off to the side.

He only succeeded in getting rid of half of it, however, before Sharrkan had passed out beside him-

A sight which spurned one of Masrur's more recognizable pouts to pass across his face.

Couldn't time have at least granted him one minute of cuddles after all that?