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"You drugged him?" the Fatuus asks, in a slow, low drawl.
They are gathered at the back of an inn room with Aether on the bed next to Ororon, the blond traveler's head pillowed against the young man's chest. Aether feels a little hot — perhaps more dizzy than he'd expected to be, but not unpleasant, overall.
The merriment died down long ago, so it's quiet on the floor below their suite. Most of the merrymakers are asleep, passed out in the streets, or out on long midnight walks, unable to sleep.
Tomorrow, the people of Natlan will wake up to dreadful hangovers, and the terrible truth that their loved ones are dead but the world is at peace.
Tonight, however, Aether has found himself in bed with the two most elusive and mysterious men to be found within the nation's borders, and the taste of Ororon's aphrodisiac still lingering on his tongue.
"Yes. Was I not supposed to?" Ororon replies, earnest and confused in equal measure. One of his hands is holding on to Aether by the shoulder; the other caresses his round blond head with gentle affection. "I only made him a drink made of crushed Quenepa Berries and Flamegranate seeds. It induces heat in small mammals, so I thought it would work on him. And he liked it."
Despite all appearances to the contrary, Aether is still very much conscious enough to speak. "I'm not a small mammal... Well, maybe I am a small mammal..." the traveler mumbles, then sighs. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. I knew what it was when I drank it. Ororon, why is he here?"
This last point is asked with a slight touch of frustration. It's not quite as though he doesn't like the Harbinger — he does, but Aether hasn't lost sight of the fact that he is a Harbinger. Moreover, when he agreed to have sex with Ororon, the Captain wasn't part of his calculations.
"I spoke to him and we both like you," Ororon answers, in a voice that belies his ability to lie with a straight voice.
"And you want me to fuck both of you tonight?" Aether asks, with great incredulity.
"The boy speaks nonsense." Capitano shifts only slightly where he is leaning against a wall, his uniform and accoutrements firmly on, gloves and helm and shoes fully intact. "I'm only here to teach him how to please you."
"You can't be serious."
"I asked the Captain to be here," Ororon explains. "Because I don't think I'd know... how to do this. Without instruction."
"I could teach you on my own," the traveler points out, somewhere between wonderment and irritation.
"I know." Ororon's voice is soft, gentle. Soothing. Patient. With all the sensitivity that he usually deploys towards his 'grandmother,' Citlali, he has clearly sensed that he has offended Aether somehow, and is trying to placate him. "But... I'm used to there being someone else to tell me what to do."
Hot under the collar despite himself, Aether shoots Capitano a look. "You're genuinely fine with this?"
"Of course," the man replies, in his low voice, full of gravitas. "He isn't slow, though that 'granny' of his certainly wants everyone to think that he is." The Khaenri'ahn knight shifts minutely, folding his arms over his chest. "Unfortunately for her, I don't see the virtue in keeping a child a child forever. If he can stand tall and face the Abyss without flinching, he's more than entitled to a night of fun with a beautiful outlander. And, clearly, no one in his tribe will teach him such things."
The Captain pauses, and then adds, in a slightly softer, more detached tone: "So — if it truly falls to me."
Only a sentence fragment. He doesn't elaborate further, but Aether thinks he can guess at the intended sentiment.
There are ways in which the Traveler still thinks this is odd — but, he supposes, he can accept it, too. Ororon, who is well and truly used to having one of his elders over his shoulder constantly telling him what to do, really would feel a bit awkward, a bit out of sorts, about having the subject of his attentions telling him how to ply such attentions. And, anyway, Aether's not often in the position of telling his lovers what to do with his body, so it would have been awkward for him, too.
Maybe it won't be so bad after all. Having Capitano run Ororon through things.
Aether's feeling a little drunk and hazy, anyway, so in the end, he sighs and relents. "Alright. I understand. As long as you're both okay with this."
"I confess, this will be a first for me. But I suppose this is only one of many strange things I've done in this accursed life." Heaving a sigh, the Captain gestures with an elegant unfurling of his fingers. "Well, boy, thanks to that drink of yours, your lover is ready and waiting for you. You'll want to warm him up first."
"How do I do that?" Ororon asks, his one visible ear perking up in attention.
"Kiss him. Surely you've seen that much before?" The Captain's hands rest upon their elbows again. "Touch him. Let your hands melt against his body until you could trace his shape in your sleep."
Hesitantly at first, and then with greater confidence, the young scion of the Night-Winds gently traces Aether's nude figure beneath his hands. Over and over again, and then back and forth along his ribs and sides. Aether shivers. Ororon's touch is slow and worshipful, full of purpose. It's unlike any groping, eager touch he's had from any other lover in the past. The young man examines him with utmost desire, fingertips just barely grazing Aether's nipples, wandering down to his hipbones, and then through to his legs, feeling up his thighs, his calves, his ass.
"You really are so beautiful," the shaman-in-training whispers. "I never thought... that I would be able to touch someone so divine."
"Good," Capitano grunts curtly. "When you think he's ready, press your fingers inside of him."
"Where?"
The good commander mutters something that sounds suspiciously like for the love of, followed by a perhaps Khaenri'ahn name Aether doesn't recognize upon first hearing it.
"Never mind. I'll demonstrate," he sighs, stepping forward, and pulling the finger guards off of his gloves.
Aether is surprised to find out that the armor is detachable. Once Capitano has made his fingers sufficiently soft enough for their purposes, though he refuses to remove his gloves, he settles on the other side of the bed beside Aether, where Ororon isn't seated.
Even this close, the traveler reflects, it is impossible to see past the dark black shroud the man's helmet casts upon his face. Still, he almost imagines that the Captain seeks out eye contact before working his lubed-up gloved fingers into Aether's hole. The traveler tenses, but not too much; he's a seasoned hand when it comes to being fucked, and the Captain is gentle, anyway.
Ororon watches with wide, mismatched eyes. His irises track each and every slick movement of Capitano's fingers inside Aether's hole, as if fascinated that such a little thing can fit such thick intrusions to begin with. The Captain's technique is gentle, measured. He works his fingers in slow, undulating, even fluttering motions. Aether lets out a breath; he can't recall ever being fingered so gently on any other occasion.
"Whether you take a man or a woman into your bed, it's largely the same," Capitano explains, as his finger presses gently into Aether's perineum, "though a woman will have another hole right about here that you'll want to use instead. Or do you only plan to take men into your bed?"
"I'm not sure," Ororon confesses. "I just think Aether is very beautiful. I've never had other thoughts."
The Captain sighs minutely. To Aether's surprise, his tone softens considerably. "What you want," the man murmurs, "is for him to be loose enough to take your cock. But be patient with it. Only stretch so much as his body will take. It will be better if you keep his pleasure at the forefront..."
Those gorgeously fluttering fingers press just slightly into a spot that has Aether's ankles arching against the mattress, toes curling as he grips the sheets and tries not to tense. He can't help it, though; it feels good, and the Harbinger's fingers are thick in his ass, almost as big as a lesser man's cock when pressed together.
"Ah," the traveler chokes out, "C-Captain..."
"Not my name," Capitano says somewhat sharply, though he only presses his fingers more insistently into the spot that has Aether close to coming. "His name. Louder, for him."
"Ororon," the traveler pants, blindly obeying, so long as it means that pleasure is being worked into his brain. His fingers grope blindly for someone else's hand. "Ororon, please..."
"I'm here." Ororon takes hold of his fingers, squeezes his knuckles gently. "Do you feel good, Aether?"
"So good," Aether pants, as the Captain's fingers work him ever looser. "I'm on the brink..."
Ororon's voice is soft. Deceptively innocent, but Aether looks into his eyes and realizes that the man is anything but. There is a predatory gleam to those mismatched irises, one ruby red, the other brilliant blue. "Do you want to come, Aether?"
"Yes," the traveler whimpers. "Yes, I want — please, Ororon —"
Those thick, gloved fingers inside of him twist sharply, wresting a gasp out of his throat and a thick spurt of cum out of his cock. Aether squeezes down so hard on Ororon's hand that he's afraid of breaking the sweet shaman's knuckles; fortunately, Ororon is sturdy, and doesn't even react. The young man only leans in and kisses Aether gently on the brow, making a soft, encouraging sound from low in his throat.
"Good," the Captain grunts, withdrawing his fingers from Aether's hole. "Pity that he came, but I don't think you'll have any problems fucking him from here. Some men might need more of a break after one orgasm, but your lover tonight is special."
"Should I put it in?" Ororon asks patiently. The way his cock is straining at the fly of his jeans, though, is anything but patient.
"If you like." Capitano straightens, and withdraws slightly from the bed. "I doubt you'll last. But no one expects a virgin to be any good at it, so go ahead and have your fun."
"It's alright, Ororon," Aether whispers, a little breathlessly. He feels tingly and weak from his first orgasm, but none the worse for wear. "Come on. I'm ready for you."
Ororon fumbles a little bit. First with his fly, and then with his jeans; after a moment, though he seems faintly embarrassed at the prospect of being fully nude, he drops all pretense and takes off all of his clothes outright. Aether resists the urge to express surprise at the revelation that he really does have two ears after all.
Those batlike ears twitch a little as he repositions himself on the bed, mounting Aether in a more comfortable way, such that the traveler's wet hole is on a trajectory for the course he'd take if he slammed his hips into Aether's. He takes another moment just to line his cock up properly with Aether's hole; he seems a little nervous, and, reading the room, neither Aether nor Capitano say anything as the young man is getting himself together.
At length, he finally manages to sink his cock down and all the way into Aether's wet, waiting ass.
"Ah," he breathes, pupils blown wide, shaking from head to toe. His face is flushed; his eyes are hazy. "So wet... so hot..."
The young man seems completely overwhelmed; he's shaking all the way down to his thighs. Instinctively, without instruction, Ororon moves his hips just enough to thrust once and make Aether bounce on his cock; the subsequent pleasure is so much that he rocks forward slightly, as if reeling from the sheer sensation, like he had no idea that anything could feel so good.
Capitano does not show his emotions overtly, but Aether thinks he can detect a faint hint of humor in the man's voice. "Better than your hand by a mile, now isn't it?" he asks rhetorically, sounding faintly smug. "When you're fucking him, try to find a spot that he likes. What I'd do is, I'd lift his hips up and drive down into him — but you don't have to try anything that complicated right now. Enjoy yourself."
Ororon isn't listening. He's rocking rhythmically back and forth, in short, shallow thrusts, because that's apparently all he can even take right now. "Aether," he mumbles blindly, faintly. Worshipfully. "Aether, Aether..."
Aether catches on to his hands. Coos at him encouragingly, as an experienced lover should. "Ororon," the traveler whispers, his voice promising, coaxing. "You can do it. Come on. Deeper. Faster..."
These are exhortations that he knows Ororon won't be able to keep. The young man's eyes are already scrunched closed as he tries his damnedest, poor beautiful thing, to hold his orgasm back. But Aether knows perfectly well that it's hard not to come inside of his slim, tight, lustful little body, and so he isn't terribly surprised when Ororon finally lapses in concentration and throws his head back, hips slapping wildly and without control against Aether's, jittering down to several long, slow, indulgent strokes before he finally shivers and comes outright, filling the traveler's body with warm, wet, sticky cum.
He grimaces slightly as he's pulling out, not because he dislikes the feeling, but because it's just too good, getting to feel and see his cum-slick cock come out of that divinely tight passage.
"Ah, I came..." Ororon mumbles, and then kisses Aether's brow again, this time in apology. "I'm sorry. It felt too good."
Aether shakes his head, patient. He didn't come, but that's not the point. "It's okay," the traveler murmurs with a faint smile. "I'm happy if you're happy. We can do it again later. See if you can last a little longer next time."
The Captain stirs from the prolonged silence he's lapsed into. "You can always finish him off some other way. Use your hand, or your mouth," the man suggests, in a low voice.
"My mouth?" Ororon licks his lips, still a little dazed from his orgasm, and then catches on. "Ah... on your cock. Right?"
He lowers his head between Aether's legs at once, shifting on the bed to accommodate the new position.
Aether looks on, slightly bemused, feeling a used sensation from his hole, and a decidedly unused sensation from his cock. "You don't have to."
"I want to." With uncertain movements, Ororon takes Aether's cock in hand, licking it slowly from base to tip, pumping slowly with his hand and licking at the same time. He's clearly uncertain of himself, and moving without rush. "Like this?"
His sloppy, clumsy movements are uncoordinated, but as he settles into a sort of plodding rhythm, Aether realizes with a jolt that the messy movements of Ororon's tongue really do feel good. What he lacks in skill, he makes up for with enthusiasm; the young man doesn't seem to know what to do with his lips or his teeth, but he doesn't have any shame about the way he's got Aether's cock pillowed on his tongue, moving down towards the back of his throat. Aether shudders, sinking into ecstasy.
"That's it, boy," Capitano murmurs, his voice like the roll of thunder on a distant wind from his position in the corner of the room. "Deeper. Move your tongue in circles, if you can. Feel it. The thrumming of his pleasure, the way his body writhes and tenses beneath yours. Never let someone else lord this over you. You are his master, in this moment. His pleasure is yours to control."
The more that Capitano talks, the better that Ororon seems to get. It doesn't matter that the man hasn't offered directions of particular specificity; the sheer act of hearing someone else talk seems to soothe the young man out of his anxieties. Suddenly, he's sucking and slurping like a practiced whore, and with a desperation that makes Aether feel like the boy really does plan to devour him and drink him down.
"Ororon," he pants, "Ororon, I'm gonna come —"
The traveler's fingers tangle in Ororon's dark locks as he surrenders, pouring a full load into Ororon's eager mouth. The shaman doesn't even flinch. His ears twitch with interest as he drinks it down, moving his mouth, swallowing urgently. He pulls up and off of Aether's cock, licking up the string of mixed cum and saliva that results; he laps at Aether's cock until it's clean, with puppyish devotion.
Capitano seems faintly amused. "More bitter a taste than you expected, Ororon?"
"No, he tastes good. Sweet." Ororon licks his lips, swallowing cleanly. "Do you want to try?"
"Not with this mouth. I can't taste sugar anymore."
Curious, and recovering from his orgasm, Aether looks over at the Harbinger against the wall. The shadows pooling around his coat obscure his figure as much as it can be obscured, but the bulge between his legs is impossible to hide.
"You're hard, Capitano," the Traveler observes coolly. "I could tend to you, if you like."
"I'm only here to watch. This body isn't fit for pleasure," the Captain says swiftly, but Aether thinks there's something suspicious about the fact that he's very nearly just repeated himself.
"If you're hard, then surely you can still come." Absently, Aether pets Ororon's head, pulling the young man into a resting position, letting the shaman rest against his chest. "I don't care about what you look like."
"Uh-huh, it's okay," Ororon affirms with surprising ease, and in a slightly childish drawl. His mismatched eyes are hazy with satisfaction. "We can share."
"Don't be a fool." Capitano's voice has turned colder, but he shifts his weight, as if to take pressure off his own hard cock. "He's yours. I only came at your behest."
"Capitano." Aether's eyes still gleam gold in the darkness. "If you want to fuck me, you should fuck me." Affectionately, he strokes the curtain of warm, soft hair currently splayed out against his chest. "Ororon needs a break anyway. Isn't that right?"
"Mmm." Ororon seems a little sleepy, and pleased to be petted. "Captain, he's warm."
The Captain is silent for a long, long moment.
He is quiet for so long that Aether almost wonders if the man is about to attack — but then he steps forward, and sheds his jacket, and looks impossibly trim, in just his long black overcoat.
"I'll have you from behind," the man says gruffly, making a gesture with his hand to prompt Aether to turn around and get on his knees. "Do not turn around at any point. I won't have you regretting this while I'm inside of you."
Aether raises one brow, but he does as the Captain suggests. Gently, he lays Ororon to rest on a pillow on the bed, and then turns around, and positions himself doggystyle, with a sinful arch to his back that he knows is unrivaled in all the corners of Teyvat.
"You can't frighten me, no matter what you look like," the traveler says calmly, "but if that's what you want, then that's what you'll have."
It's a little awkward, at least at first. He can't see Capitano in this position, or even get a sense of what he's doing — he hears the faint jingle of a belt being pulled apart, and then the impossibly wide presence of the man's body behind him. Capitano is so tall that he has no intention of joining them on the bed, it seems. Aether's ass, knees on the mattress and awaiting his attention, is already at the right height for his cock.
Aether feels thick arms settle around his body and realizes with a jolt that Capitano completely dwarfs him.
The man could wrap his whole hand around Aether's waist and fuck the Traveler like a cocksleeve if he wanted to.
"Eyes up," that low voice commands, gripping the back of his neck, the other hand wrapped around his arm for good measure. "Look at the boy while I'm fucking you, and do not turn around."
"Ah — yes, if that's —"
If that's what you want.
Aether doesn't get to finish his sentence.
Suddenly, with a roughness complete at odds with the impossibly gentle way he'd fingered Aether open earlier, Capitano's cock breaches the traveler's ass, thrusting in hard enough to make him bounce. He keeps up that same rough, fast pace as he slams his hips into Aether's body, hard enough for each thrust to make the blond's thick ass ripple with each collision of their bodies. The traveler throws his head back, tries to pace his breaths; the Captain's thrusts are deep and punishing, his enormous body suddenly feeling bigger than ever before, and every inch pistoned roughly in and out of Aether's ass makes the traveler's pleasure build like a reservoir in his belly, threatening to spill.
Was he always so damn big? He didn't seem so menacing when he was in conversation with Mavuika, or even earlier, when he had his back against the wall and was offering Ororon patient instruction — but now he feels huge, both inside Aether's body and behind it, slamming into his tight little hole, making him feel like a toy. Every thrust hits Aether in his deepest, most private places, and his cock is impossibly thick. Ororon's shallow, inexperienced thrusts had been good in their own way, but not nearly enough to make Aether come. Now, on Capitano's cock, he feels almost as though he's coming with every thrust.
What does he look like, Aether wonders, slightly mad, driven halfway to insanity by the thick, insistent dick in his ass and the impossible sense of back-to-back orgasm rattling through his brain. He knows he shouldn't wonder, but part of him has to know, all the same. Part of him likes the idea of being fucked by a faceless wall of muscle, a monster in the night, a man who could seize him by the ankles and drive into him like all his strength means nothing when he's just another hole. The other part of him needs to know, desperately, what sort of face the monster is making when it's balls deep inside of him, beastly cock twitching like a live creature inside of his ass.
Tentatively, though he knows the bouncing of his beautiful braid will give him away, Aether turns his head to look over his shoulder —
— only to find a hand slamming his head into the pillow, and the bruising grip on his arm tighter than ever, absolutely punishing in its security.
"I said," the man snarls, in a deep, throaty growl, "look at the boy."
Aether gasps. His eyes have gone wide with shock; the cock inside of him is being driven even deeper than before, and even though Ororon is watching him with patient interest, taking in every second of what he looks like when he's being fucked and viciously humiliated by the big bad Fatui Harbinger, the traveler just can't think about shame.
He knows what Capitano wants. He even tries to comply. Aether looks into Ororon's gentle heterochromatic gaze and tries to imagine that it's his cock pistoning in and out of him. He really tries. Ororon touches his free hand with his hand and reaches out to him and kisses his knuckles, and Aether tries to imagine that the huge cock fucking him senseless is Ororon's. But he knows it's not. He knows —
"Ororon..." Aether breathes, as if begging for mercy.
"Don't look at him, Aether," Ororon says, soothingly. "He said, look at me."
He's being fucked like a ragdoll; he's already come, but Capitano isn't stopping, doesn't care. His body's being jerked by every movement, bouncing on that evil cock; it's so good, so so so so good even as it's so rough, so terrible, Capitano's large body behind him, nearly violating, in the way that violation feels like ecstasy, in the right hands. Aether's mind is swimming. In front of him, there's Ororon's gentle kisses, and his sweet, handsome face. Behind him, there is the Captain's monstrously perfect body, breaking him with pleasure.
Aether is whimpering incoherently, near drooling from exertion. "Ororon — the Cap — the Captain, he — ah — ah, hah, Capitano, Capi — ah —"
Finally, at long last, Capitano slams him down on that cock one last time, pouring a thick, filling load of cum into his tight body, and when he pulls out with a slick, wet pop, Aether feels all that cum drip out of his ass, leaving him boneless and breathless and useless and used.
Gasping for breath, Aether collapses into the bed, and into Ororon's waiting arms.
He thinks he hears the faint jingling of Capitano's belt being pulled back together, and then — silence.
Ororon is kissing him. Ororon smells of berries and wildflowers, and he seems happy with what he's seen.
"I see," the young man whispers, in his soft, husky voice. He caresses the back of Aether's neck, sighing contentedly, and then holds him close. "I think I know how you like to be fucked now, Aether. Will you let me try again?"