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Kaveh is a Lord, one of the elite ruling class of Teyvat, inheriting the title and the seat on the Council when his father passed. Alhaitham is his ‘Companion’. Companions are raised in the temple to be spiritual and political advisors and to learn magic, and are highly revered. Each Lord is paired with a Companion in a ceremony more binding than marriage when they take their seat on the Council. Their role is to support their Lord by anticipating and attending to their needs.
Some say the Companions are fated for their Lords, predestined, like soul mates. Kaveh doesn’t believe this, but he’d always thought the Companions were picked to go to each Lord by the temple high priests. It turns out, when Kaveh raises the subject with his Companion one day, that Haitham chose Kaveh himself.
Haitham is stoic and thoughtful, an antithesis to Kaveh’s outgoing and impulsive nature, and rarely talks about his feelings (though his body is very honest when they fuck, which Kaveh adores), but he’s always ready to give Kaveh everything he needs when he gets back from work, knowing even better than Kaveh himself what those needs are. When his need is Haitham’s body, the Companion uses his magic to shapeshift into the form best suited.
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Kaveh returns home after a long day of meetings and negotiations. He’s exhausted, having had to argue with the three most stubborn and stupid Lords for the entire day. Haitham is stretched out on the couch, reading a book, and doesn’t even look up when he comes through the door, but he’s completely naked except a single spill of dark green silk artfully covering his crotch. Kaveh thinks he looks like a gleaming present, and all he has to do is take off the ribbon.
He stalks over to him, feigning annoyance that Haitham wasn’t at the door to take his jacket, and sweeps the silk aside to see Haitham’s bare, pink pussy. He sinks down between spread legs to leave bite marks on Haitham’s inner thighs, the flawless skin only marred by the marks he made there yesterday, and gripes some more, telling Haitham how much he likes his cock, actually. But even as he complains he repositions himself and bends to begin eating Haitham out, tongue dipping between his folds.
And Archons, this is exactly what he needs after the day he’s had. Haitham slowly and carefully puts down his book, a faint flush gracing his cheeks, neither the action nor the color going unnoticed by Kaveh even while focused on how wet Haitham is already.
Haitham slowly takes each red hairpin from Kaveh’s blonde locks, then starts to comb his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Kaveh thinks it should be this that’s easing the tension headache he’s been nursing since lunch, but he’s convinced what’s really doing the trick is the quiet gasps and moans leaving Haitham’s lips. They trickle in through his ears and wrap his brain in a warm, soothing glow.
Haitham’s body, more honest than his words as always, arches slightly when Kaveh slides two fingers inside him, continuing to lick and suck at his clit while he does so. Haitham’s knees draw up, thighs gently squeezing Kaveh’s head, and he chuckles against his Companion’s warm flesh.
“You don’t want to make my headache come back, do you?” he warns, but Haitham ignores him as usual. He pushes his cheek against the creamy skin, his fingers delving deeper. He’s done this enough times to know just where to touch, and though Haitham says nothing, his muscles twitch around his digits and a rush of fluid coats them. Kaveh laps it up hungrily, the taste of Haitham’s desire soothing and heating him all at once.
He’s achingly hard already, but he wants Haitham to come once on his fingers and tongue before he has him on his cock. The man’s always just a little more relaxed after the first orgasm; a little less perfectly in control of his reactions. Kaveh relishes each and every chance he has to see him that way.
Haitham lets his legs fall to the sides, the flush on his face growing a few shades darker, and breathes out, “Kaveh.” Kaveh presses his tongue harder, sucks, swipes his fingers over the key spot, and Haitham comes with a gasp, legs twitching, back arching ever so slightly.
Kaveh lifts his head as it fades, watching Haitham’s face slacken and his eyes drift closed. The faint smile on his lips is as good as a beaming grin to Kaveh’s trained eyes, and he licks his lips clean, drinking it in in silence. The peace doesn’t last long, however.
Haitham tilts his head down and stares at the blonde, who’s still motionless between his legs. His teal and orange eyes contain a sharp spark at odds with his relaxed posture.
“Hmm,” he drawls, “you’ve got slightly better at that since we first tried it. You’re getting there, I suppose.”
“What a low thing to say,” Kaveh retorts regally. “Don’t they teach you manners at that temple of yours? I just made you come, and you can only insult me?”
“It wasn’t an insult,” Haitham counters, lifting a hand to brush the hair back from his forehead nonchalantly. His cheeks are still red, Kaveh notices, and the strands of hair he pushes away are curling slightly, damp with sweat. His heartbeat’s still elevated—Kaveh’s hand is on the juncture of his thigh, and he can feel it through his fingertips. None of that shows in his tone. “I said you were getting better at it. If anything, you should take that as a compliment.”
“I’ve been arguing all day,” Kaveh frowns. “For once, can we not do this?”
“I’m just passing the time.”
“Until when?”
Haitham doesn’t reply immediately, staring at him instead, and one would almost think he was bored, or even angry, his mouth flat, eyebrows subtly raised. But Kaveh spots the telltale signs of arousal there, in the way his eyes burn, and in the slight flare of his nostrils. Archons, he loves this man.
“Until you take out your dick and fuck me,” Haitham states, and Kaveh’s lips part, hunger gnawing at his gut. Hunger for Haitham. He holds back a snort of laughter, and instead fumbles with the fancy slacks he’s been trussed into for the formal meetings he’s had to endure. The intricate belt defies him for a second, the fabric slipping under his slick fingers, and then it’s undone, and he’s pushing his trousers down far enough for his cock to spring free, thick and eager. He crawls forward until he’s lying over Haitham, and sinks himself inside with a groan.
“Fuck, I missed you all day,” he murmurs under his breath, then captures his mouth, kissing him hard. It’s always easier to admit these things while they’re making love, he thinks, moaning as Haitham’s tongue dances across his own. They may argue and bicker like children a lot of the time, but Kaveh knows it comes from a place of love. They’re so good together.
He breaks the kiss, and begins to thrust. Slowly at first, letting his Companion—his husband—feel every inch of him. He pulls almost all the way out, to slide slowly back in to the root. Haitham is gorgeously tight and hot around him, and pushes back against him each time, using his feet braced against the couch cushions for leverage.
“You’re so contrary,” Kaveh groans, slowing to a halt and brushing a hand up Haitham’s well-defined abs just to watch him squirm. “You act like you don’t give a fuck, but your body reacts to me so sincerely. I love you, Haitham.”
“I give many fucks,” Haitham replies, tone mild, but the strained breath after he says it gives him away. “It’s what I was trained for, after all.”
“You’re a fucking menace,” Kaveh growls with a roll of his eyes. “Were you trained for that, or does it come naturally?”
“I love you too, Kaveh.”
Kaveh sighs. “I know you do.” They kiss again, briefly but deeply. “Now, how many times do you think you can come before I finish?”
Haitham allows a small smirk to twitch the corner of his mouth, knowing Kaveh will see it. “I’ll be surprised if you can get me to one more. I can feel how close you are already.”
“You…! First of all—”
“Are you planning to lecture me to orgasm?” Haitham interrupts with a raised eyebrow, then squeezes down around Kaveh’s cock until the blonde gives a groaning gasp. It’s enough to get him moving again, and he works hard to prove the man wrong, even though he knows it’s exactly what Haitham wanted.
Haitham’s got tears in his eyes by the time Kaveh comes inside him, hot on the heels of his Companion’s fourth orgasm of the night. He’d had Haitham’s right nipple between his teeth, and his thumb against his clit, but he lets go of both when he feels the sudden rush of it, burying his face in Haitham’s neck instead, pulsing and twitching, filling him with everything he’s got to give. It’s hot and electrifying, and if he could just catch his breath he’d tell Haitham how perfect he is for giving it to him.
Haitham slides one hand around the back of his neck, brushing the other down his spine, easing him through it as he shudders and shakes. He sighs into Kaveh’s ear softly, whispering words Kaveh can never coax out of him at any other time.
“That’s it, let it go. Relax, love, you’ve done so well for me.”
“Haitham, Haitham,” he whimpers, and Haitham shushes him.
“So good for me,” he repeats softly, “I came so much, you made me feel so good, my love. Kaveh. Relax now. I’ll take care of you.”
Kaveh swallows around the lump in his throat, and lowers himself onto Haitham’s muscular body, the exhaustion and stress of his day finally melting into warm, sated tiredness.
“Thank you Haitham,” he whispers, eyes closed, and feels lips press against his cheek.
“Anything for you.” The breath is so faint he half thinks he imagined it, but he smiles, knowing it’s the truth. And the feeling is mutual, of course.
When he regains enough energy to form proper thoughts, he can’t help but come back to one he’s been worrying at on and off for a while now. He can’t remember exactly how long—when it was that it turned from an idle daydream to a real consideration. And obviously Haitham’s current state can’t help but remind him of it.
A child. That’s the core of it. Wouldn’t it be idyllic to start a family with the man he adores? Have a little one running around underfoot, and teach them all the wisdom they can impart? Haitham would be a wonderful father, he knows, and he’d try his best too.
The only problem is, Haitham can’t carry a child to term. His shapeshifting magic can give him all the necessary organs, and he isn’t infertile, but that same magic makes his body unstable. It’s well known there’s been only one successful birth by a Companion in all their recorded history, and that was over two hundred years ago. No, that’s not on the cards.
They’ve pretended before, for fun, Haitham shifting to give the appearance of pregnancy. Kaveh had worshipped his soft curves, his plump thighs, his round ass. He’d smoothed his hands over the swell of his belly, pressed kisses to it, flicked his tongue over sensitive nipples and moaned delightedly when milk leaked out. He’d fucked him gently, tenderly, murmuring how beautiful Haitham looked, how radiant, playing out the fantasy.
And afterwards, Haitham’s body had returned to normal—narrow waist and tight muscles, pecs still straining the fabric of the skin-tight, black shirt he likes to wear but never making wet patches on it. It must’ve been after that that Kaveh had first thought about it seriously. What if it were real? What if it hadn’t just been a game, but they really were having a child together? It would be nice, wouldn’t it?
Haitham can’t. There is, however, one alternative they could try. It scares him, just a little, but so does the idea of raising a kid, and he’s not shying away from that. This is what’s taken Kaveh months to consider, to weigh, and today he finally knows he’s come to a decision.
Of course, the decision isn’t his alone.
“Haitham?”
Haitham can tell he’s back to himself, and helps him sit up. “Let’s clean up,” he says, almost back to his brusque self already, but Kaveh stops him with a shake of his head. He tucks his loose hair behind one ear and takes Haitham’s hand in his.
“Haitham, I’d like to have a child,” he says, watching his husband carefully for his reaction. There’s a slight tensing of his shoulders, a tightening around his eyes, and then it’s smoothed away, hidden.
“Of course,” he says evenly. “As a Lord of the Council, you should have an heir. Shall I see about finding a surrogate?”
“That’s not what I want.”
Haitham frowns slightly. “Then…?” He’s cautious now, still not understanding, but sensing there’s something more to Kaveh’s request, something he’s missing.
“I want us to start a family. I want us to have a baby, together.”
“Kaveh, you know I can’t…”
“I know.” Kaveh cuts him off gently before he has to say the words aloud. “But I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’d like to do it. I’d like to carry our baby, Haitham.”
Haitham’s eyes go wide, for once his emotions undisguised.
“Only if you want one too,” Kaveh adds, but he thinks he doesn’t really need to. He can read the flicker of joy in the teal eyes, and holds back his own smile, awaiting a reply.
“Our…” Haitham says in awe. “You would really…” Kaveh bites his tongue before he can ask archly if Haitham’s forgotten how to finish a sentence. Not the time to argue right now, he tells himself.
“I think you’d be a fantastic dad,” he tells him instead.
This seems to shock Haitham almost more than anything he’s said so far. “You do?”
“Of course! You’re so good at taking care of me, you’d be even better with our child. And you know so much, you could teach them almost anything.”
“And you’d be willing to… to go through that? With no guarantee it would work?”
“Yes,” Kaveh says simply. He’d known of the magic in passing, and gone to the temple to find out more when he’d started considering it. There are spells Alhaitham could cast on him that would transform him. It would take a month or two, not like Haitham’s transformations that take only minutes, and he’d have to go on a strict diet for the right nutrients. Then they’d have to keep trying until he got pregnant, however long that took, and after that he’d have to carry the baby to term and then give birth, with all the associated pain and trauma. At every step there’s a chance it simply wouldn’t work.
The process to change him is reversible at the end—he’ll get his dick back again eventually—but depending on how long things take, how long they keep trying if things don’t go to plan, it could be years. But it would be worth it. He’s come to his decision, and now he lets it show in his eyes, lets Haitham see it clearly.
“Yes,” Haitham echoes him. “Yes, Kaveh, I want to have a baby with you. Archons, I never thought… But I want it so much.” He surges forward and kisses him, and Kaveh barely has time to startle at the swear (Haitham never swears, particularly to the gods he holds sacred) before he’s swept up in the elation with his partner. A new chapter of their life is about to begin, and he can’t wait.