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"Urgh!" Diluc groaned in pain, falling onto his back in the snow of Dragonspine. The redhead hardly found himself in this part of Mondstadt, but he promised to visit Albedo a few days ago and felt obligated to fulfill his promise. Unfortunately, on the way, the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia (codename: Childe), ambushed him and instigated a fight. If things hadn't been so calm recently, then he would've been more prepared, but the lack of action greatly affected his skills, and the once-great warrior Diluc found himself on the ground with his claymore just out of reach.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here? Giving up so easily, Master Diluc~?" Childe chided in, tutting as he separated his hydro-spear into two mini blades. The Harbinger stopped in front of his opponent, standing over him menacingly. Diluc cursed under his breath, his eyes scanning the scene before him for any kind of out. "You know, I may get a reward for this. You've been wanted for years for your insistent and annoying presence in the Tsaritsa's land of snow. Maybe I'll take your head back-"
Before he could finish, the redhead was sweeping his legs, interrupting his overly confident speech. The Harbinger yelped, his knees bending awkwardly and causing him to fall, just as Diluc began to spring to his feet. However, Childe wouldn't let Diluc get away so easily. The ginger reached out, grabbing the wrist of the redhead and slinging him back to the ground. To keep Diluc down, he jumped on top of him and pinned his wrists to the ground, securing his prey.
Both men breathed heavily, trying to catch their breath after their little scuffle. Childe's grip on his wrists was painful, but nothing Diluc couldn't handle. He attempted to wriggle his wrists around, but Childe only held them tighter, sliding them across the compacted snow to rest above his head. "That's right, little birdie... You're all mine, now." The Harbinger chuckled lowly, meeting the gaze of the man below him. Diluc winced, yet his heart pounded in his chest, and their close proximity made his mind wander.
Who just says that? 'You're all mine'? What was he even thinking? Diluc blinked his eyes back into focus, only to realize how much closer Childe had leaned in. One of his knees had pushed through Diluc's thighs, resting close to his groin. The redhead's mouth fell open, and his eyes lidded halfway as his gaze flicked back to Childe's eyes from his tempting lips. The Harbinger leaned in slowly, but Diluc couldn't wait so long. Their lips met fast, crashing passionately and working quickly.
It may not be obvious from the surface, but there are years worth of pining and lust underneath this seemingly random and sudden action. These men have crossed paths one too many times before, even back when Diluc was still in Snezhnaya, himself. Only now have they decided to indulge themselves, giving in to those intense emotions that grew after every meeting. Hands clawed at one another's coats, desperate to remove every article of clothing their fingertips brushed against.
After removing Diluc's tie, Childe dove in and bit at the redhead's neck. He was so warm, so fiery... the pure heat emanating off of this man could steal the breath from the ginger altogether. The snow around them melted slowly, but due to its thick, compacted nature, not even the fire-blooded man beneath him could sear through it all in one go. Diluc moaned beneath him, running his gloved hands up the back of Childe's head and through his hair as Childe went lower, biting harder. Once Diluc's blood hit his tongue, though, the thrill of the chase took over, and... and...
Suddenly, there was a monster on top of Diluc, crushing his wrists in his even stronger hands, and pinning the entirety of his bottom half to the ground.
The redhead's eyes widened, and he moved his head to look up into the glowing, pearlescent blue... eyeball? His heart pounded faster in his chest, fear and adrenaline surging through him in confusing ways. Was this... Childe? What happened for him to change so quickly? Embarrassingly, a small whimper escaped him as his hands began to go numb, and the monster on top of him pulled away quickly. The monster's warped voice came through, and it was clear by a familiar pitch within that Childe was still present.
"F-Fuck, um... Sorry to ruin the moment." The bigger-than-before ginger said sheepishly, a long, slithery tongue flicking out against the monstrous mouth on the face that resembled the mask Childe always wore. Diluc breathed heavily as he took the moment in, but nothing within him was telling him to run. If anything, he was still just as horny, if not more. The redhead sat up enough to pull his coat off, then began to unbutton his shirt. "I'm always up for a challenge. Why don't you show me what this form can do, Tartaglia~?" Diluc hummed, his voice eager yet quiet.
Foul Legacy, or just Childe, made a surprised noise, almost flustered by Diluc's forwardness, but managed to snap right back into the previous mood from before his sudden transformation. Diluc hissed as his back met the piercing, icy snow below him, but his body heat was high enough to keep him from being hurt by it. The redhead stared up at Foul Legacy as he slowly, in a teasing manner, unbuttoned his pants, lowering them with a sly smirk on his face. The monster growled, as he had waited far too long for this moment, and wanted to savor it his way. He grabbed the waistband of the pants, pulling them off with one swift movement- even bringing the boots off with them.
"Oh, yes, Childe..." Diluc groaned, throwing his head back against the snow as monstrous claws made their way up his scarred navel. Slick drool dripped from the large, sharp-toothed mouth of Foul Legacy, alluding to the deep lust he held for the retired warrior under him. In many ways, this half-man/half-monster had craved Diluc the most someone could crave another person. Everything about him was alluring and drew him in, and the ginger spent years fantasizing about fighting or... playing with him. Now, he finally had his moment. He wasn't going to spoil this.
Foul Legacy wrapped his large hands around each of Diluc's thighs, using the hold to press the redhead's knees to his chest, giving himself more room and access. The snake-like tongue that revealed itself before slipped out once again, surprising Diluc with its length and control as it slithered around his cock, pumping it slowly. The redhead moaned, taking hold of the back of his knees so he had something to grip, his chest rising and falling quickly due to the folded-in-half position he was in. Unfortunately, though, the long tongue didn't stay on his cock, leaving him feeling cold. Instead, he was surprised claws spread his cheeks apart, revealing his winking hole.
"Please..." The redhead spoke hoarsely, desperate for more contact. He had hardly thought about what he was saying and how it could impact Childe's ego.
"I never thought I'd hear you beg for me." The warped voice of Childe's came through, still overly confident and playful. The monster slipped the tip of his tongue into the hole, slowly slithering in and spreading Diluc's walls as his tongue went deeper inside, the girth increasing. If this action hadn't followed his snarky remark, Diluc would've been completely turned off. Now, he was chasing his breaths, moaning and grunting as he got used to the feeling inside of him. He was so into the moment that he hardly realized that this was all taking place in the open outdoors, where anyone or anything could run into them doing this together.
When he did realize, however, the idea was exhilarating.
Foul Legacy slowly ceased inserting his tongue, as so much of its length was already inside, enough in fact for him to continue to stay upright between Diluc's legs without having to bend down. He shifted his focus to actually moving and began thrusting his wet tongue in and out of the smaller man. Diluc inhaled sharply, his nails digging into the flesh behind his knees. Pre-cum pooled onto his chest due to his position, his cock red and twitching. The monster above him continued salivating, the heat from Diluc's insides causing his mouth to react that way. It was almost amazing that someone could be so warm, and the softness that regular ol' Childe liked to hide so much was fond of this.
"Mmf... haah..." The monster panted, his own cock hidden away beginning to throb and harden. Foul Legacy moved his heavy hands to Diluc's hips, effortlessly pulling the man towards his groin so he could grind down on him as he tongue-fucked him. The redhead hissed at the feeling of being dragged, but the pleasure that followed made up for the previous sensation. "Yes, oh, yes... f-fuck..." Diluc groaned, tilting his head up to look at Foul Legacy. The ginger looked back at him, enamored at how beautiful the redhead looked splayed beneath him.
Unfortunately for Diluc, the monster slowly retracted his tongue, making the man beneath him squirm a bit uncomfortably. His hole clenched around the air after being emptied, and a dropping feeling settled in his abdomen as a result. The redhead managed to prop himself on his elbows, his ruby eyes flicking between the blue pearlescent eyeball on the horned mask that was the monster's face and his lower half. Foul Legacy had pulled his hands away, too, and was left nervously fumbling with his claws as he thought about how to ask for more.
"Diluc..." he spoke, voice low. The slight tone that was Childe's normal voice came through, and the redhead could hear the nervousness in it. It was almost cute. Almost.
"I-It's fine. You want to put it in, right? J-Just go ahead."
Even though that is what he was wondering, Foul Legacy still hesitated. The monster ripped open his body suit around his cock, freeing the large member from its previous entrapment. "H-Holy shit," Diluc exclaimed, his face twisting into horror as he imagined the length inside of him. That size and width could seriously hurt him, right? It would rip him open! The ginger's shoulders dropped, a bit disappointed that the moment he had been waiting for for years might be ruined by his spontaneous transformation. He may physically be a monster, but he wasn't a monster.
"... I can take it."
"What?"
"Put it in me," Diluc said with an even tone, as if the statement itself were casual. Foul Legacy began to protest but was quickly shushed by the redhead grabbing his cock, his fingers just barely wrapping around it in the middle. The monster moaned, resting his hands on the back of Diluc's thighs to guide the legs to be around his waist. The monster's cock lay on top of the redhead's front, ending just at the end of his belly button. Diluc seemed a little unnerved, but he still nodded at Foul Legacy to continue.
Despite not being the one being penetrated, Foul Legacy held his breath as he lined his cock up with Diluc's entrance. He slowly pushed the head in, wincing as the redhead beneath him began to react. Diluc's eyes shot wide open, and his back arched off of the ground. The tears that formed in the corner of his eyes immediately vaporized, the steam visible from the reaction. His mouth opened in a silent scream, only quick panting coming from him. As the monster pushed further, more steamed tears were produced, and Foul Legacy couldn't help but revel in the reaction. Once he bottomed out, they both sat still, panting and adjusting.
"Oh, Archons, oh, fuck..." Diluc panted, blinking away at the steam. The monster loomed over him, placing one heavy hand on the ground beside of Diluc's head while the other hand reached up to wipe at one of the redhead's eyes. It wasn't like him to be so caring, but the retired warrior accepted it, even nuzzling further into the hand that was almost the size of his entire head. Foul Legacy softened at the sight, but knew deep down that it was probably meaningless. There's no way Diluc could care for him. He's from the Fatui. Loyal down to the bone to the Tsaritsa.
This very act could be seen as treasonous in itself.
It was hard to care for that at all, though, when he peered down at Diluc. Even in his monstrous, abyssal state, he was still secretly soft. Childe, no... Ajax had become soft for the very man who tore his organization to shreds all but three to four years ago. That's what this was, right? Spending time with him, sparring, the tension... all of it was leading to this. Did Diluc feel the same way? Could he ever look past his ego to tell him if he did? Hell, Ajax wasn't even sure he could do that himself. Or to himself.
"Ch-Childe, c'mon. I'm a man, y-you don't have to wait so long to m-move." The redhead panted, patting his hand on the thick and strong wrist connected to the hand that was cradling his face. Foul Legacy snapped out of his train of thought, simply nodding to what Diluc said. The monster moved his hand from Diluc's face, trailing it down to the redhead's lower abdomen. His thumb traced over the bulge there, surprised at his length when its consequences were displayed before him.
He pulled out agonizingly slow, watching the tip of the bulge disappear from under his thumb. "Haah, ahh!" Diluc moaned out, his hips bucking up as he came, cum spurting over Foul Legacy's hand as well as his own stomach. His eyes glazed over as they fell half-lidded, staring up mindlessly at the sky. The monster froze, shocked at the quickness of his enemy's climax just as they started the real thing. Foul Legacy sat there, unsure of what to do next. All he knew was that he was starting to get a leg cramp, so right as he tried to adjust his position, his cock slid back in quickly.
The redhead cried out, his hand flying to his mouth to cover the noise. Tears slipped out too fast to vaporize, but their heat was high enough to melt right through the snow like lava. Foul Legacy winced at the way Diluc's insides clenched around him, hissing in pain. He hadn't meant to draw out quite a reaction, but it was one he rather enjoyed. Not just anyone could see the stoic Dawn Winery's Master Diluc in such a state. He wanted to tease him, but he wasn't even sure Diluc would react the way he wanted him to.
Besides that, the monster now knew what he wanted to do.
Starting steady, he thrust in and out slowly, making a place for himself inside of Diluc's ass. The redhead simply whimpered, completely broken from his usual demeanor. Small pleas escaped him, his legs trembling around the monster's waist. Foul Legacy moved his hand back up but stopped at the hard nipple on the redhead's left pectoral- defined from years of using a heavy weapon. Using his thumb, he circled it as he picked up the pace, chasing his own pleasure by fucking into his opponent.
If he weren't so enamored with the sight of his dick poking up from the soft flesh of Diluc's abdomen, he'd be melting in the teary-eyed, flushed expression upon Diluc's face. "D-Diluc, oh, Dee..." The monster whined, gripping into the redhead's waist as he fucked him faster, too blissed out to remember the impact he'd have on Diluc's body. The bulge reappeared, disappeared, reappeared, disappeared over and over as the redhead was mercilessly pounded into by a monster, his whines and cries becoming louder and louder until Foul Legacy finally pulled out, slamming his cock between the redhead's thighs and releasing a large load all over Diluc's body just as the redhead himself came for a second time.
Almost immediately, Childe reformed, shrinking into a still fully clothed (despite his pants being opened), regular man. Diluc lay limp beneath him, covered in a mixture of his own and the previous monster's cum. "Fuck, birdie... That... was so hot." The ginger panted, admiring the rare sight before him. Even ruined, his enemy was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Previously stashed away for blood battles, Childe summoned some towels to help the redhead clean up, gently wiping up the large amount of cum covering almost every inch of Diluc's upper body.
"You really took me on, huh? I guess I have to say you won, this time." The ginger hummed, leaning over the newly cleaned redhead to press gentle kisses to the side of his face. Unexpectedly, Diluc hugged his arms around Childe's neck, caging him in close. Admittedly, the Harbinger was surprised, but he accepted the hug by hugging his arms around the retired warrior's waist and burying his face deep in his shoulder. It wasn't every day he got to hug someone. Especially not someone so warm... so clearly dripping desperately with love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
"I missed you. You should've visited sooner," Diluc spoke hoarsely, squeezing the lankier man close, and for once, Childe didn't know how to respond to him. Why would he say that? Did he even mean it in that way? What if he just enjoyed the thrill of their battles as much as Childe? There was no way he would say it back so careless-
"I missed you, too. So much. I'll try harder in the future," The ginger chuckled, closing his eyes as he hugged Diluc closer. He didn't have to care so much about the logistics behind their interactions when they were alone. When it was just them, he could say and let out whatever he wanted. That's how it had always been.
From fighting to holding one another late at night, writing letters with coded language to express their feelings for one another... all of it was to protect the feelings for one another they were both oblivious to, especially their own. There was a connection here built on years of crossing paths, almost like it was meant to be. Written in the stars, if you will.
No matter what, though, they had one another. That was enough to risk everything for.
And they did.
~END!~