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"Kaveh, you're being dramatic." The blond in question pouted, Cyno barely looking up at him. "You'll do fine tonight. Stop fussing."
"You don't get it. With Alhaitham as acting grand sage, my proposal is sure to tank," he whined, "I swear to god he does it to me on purpose. No matter what I say it's always a 'that's highly impractical' or 'bring the budget down and we'll talk'. Just what does he know about building plans anyway?"
"Stop moving," Tighnari chastised, pushing Kaveh back into place as he went about fixing his hairpins, "I don't think Alhaitham puts any personal stock in it. If it were anyone else, he'd still say no. Besides, we all know how you are with budgeting and funds hun."
"Don't remind me," he pouted, "I do my best but it's hard to get it down without completely trashing the concepts."
"Just do the proposal like you always do," Cyno said, "and tonight we'll have a dinner to celebrate regardless. Sound good?" Kaveh nodded, sheepishly grinning as Tighnari swatted him.
"There. You're done," the fox said, sitting back, "try not to mess it up alright?" Kaveh turned, launching himself at the other with a fond grin.
"You're the best Nari," he cooed, nuzzling into the other's soft hair, "I'll do my best to keep it as pristine as I can. But if a certain someone decides to ruin my mood then-agh!"
"Don't let it get in your head," Tighnari chided, "now go on. You'll be late if you keep fussing about like this."
"Alright, alright. I'm going," Kaveh said as he hauled himself up, "you two don't mind holding down the fort?"
"I'll keep Cyno away from the stove," Tighnari said, the General Mahamatra shooting him an unamused look.
"I'm not that bad," he protested, crossing his arms.
"You're better than Alhaitham at least," Kaveh said, ruffling the man's white hair. Cyno scowled, batting him away. The blond snagged his briefcase and proposal plans, waving back at them. "Wish me luck!" The pair chimed their well wishes as the blond bounded from the house and began his trip toward the Akademiya. He could get through this proposal and, with or without Alhaitham's approval, he'd get to have a nice night with his lovers. Nothing could go wrong.
"Come in." Kaveh took a steadying breath before pushing open the door leading to the Grand Sage's office. Alhaitham was sitting at the desk, one hand pressed into his temple and brow furrowed with annoyance. There was a tension in his shoulders that made Kaveh hesitate, mildly worried about his roommate's health. The man twitched, looking up with an annoyed glance before recognition seemed to hit him. "Kaveh. I wasn't expecting you."
"W-What? You didn't forget you had a proposal meeting at two did you?" Kaveh asked with a scowl, already feeling annoyed. Alhaitham sighed, setting the pen down and reaching up to tap at his earpieces, fiddling with a dial on the side. Kaveh couldn't help but watch him, curious more as to exactly how those damn devices worked and why Alhaitham never seemed to take them off.
"I didn't," Alhaitham said, almost sounding offended, "I just didn't realize you'd be presenting it." He settled back in his chair, crossing his arms and leveling his steely gaze at Kaveh. "Go right ahead." The architect straightened, already prepared as he launched into his well-practiced presentation. Alhaitham hardly moved, simply watching as Kaveh gave his spiel with likely more energy than he needed. By the time he was done, Kaveh felt wrung out and nervously exhausted, waiting anxiously as Alhaitham considered him and then his drawn-up plans.
"So?" he urged, "What do you think?" He was tense as he waited for the inevitable denial. Then he could head home to Tighnari and Cyno, drink himself stupid, and-
"Okay." Kaveh stared at him, wide-eyed and startled.
"Excuse me?" he squawked, a bit louder than intended. Alhaitham winced, tapping at his earpieces again.
"I said, okay," the man replied, "you have approval. Do I need to make that simpler for you to get?" Despite the jab Kaveh barely heard him, too thrilled with the outcome.
"Hah! You won't regret it Haitham!" he chimed excitedly, eyes sparkling. Alhaitham eyed him for a moment before waving a hand dismissively and signing off on the proposal.
"Don't look into it too much," he replied, "just take it and go." Kaveh snatched up the papers with a grin, pausing before he could take off.
"Oh. What do you want for dinner?" he asked, thinking already how to at least show his gratitude to Alhaitham for approving his proposal. The scribe twitched, looking a bit startled.
"What?"
"Dinner. You know, food?" Kaveh asked, "Tighnari's getting stuff. Figured I'd see what you wanted." Alhaitham huffed, eye twitching slightly.
"Anything's fine," he said, "I'm not picky." Kaveh nodded, deciding that whatever goodies Tighnari ended up cooking would have to be enough. He bid a goodbye and bounded off. He had work to do now after all.
He got home a bit late, tired but pleased with his work. Alhaitham had walked home with him by chance, the scribe quiet and seemingly distracted. Kaveh didn't bother trying to talk with him, too pleased with the day's events to be put off by the silence. He threw the door open and trotted in, immediately finding his way into Cyno's awaiting arms and pressing a kiss to the electro user's lips.
"Someone's happy," Cyno mused, the barest hint of a smile on his lips, "I told you that you'd do fine."
"You did," he said, careful not to crush Cyno with his weight as he settled into the General Mahamatra's lap. Not that Cyno was weak enough to be crushed under him anyway. "And you were right. As always."
"I am right dominant," the man quipped. Kaveh laughed, snuggling in close before he remembered Alhaitham. He looked up, startled to see the scribe already half way to his bedroom.
"Hey. What about dinner?" he asked. Alhaitham didn't respond, his door shutting with a soft click. Kaveh huffed, lips curling into a pout. 'What's with him today?'
"Should we talk again about you and Alhaitham?" came Tighnari's questioning tone.
"No," Kaveh replied, "I'm plenty happy with you two thank you. And besides, he'd never go for that."
"Have you asked?" Cyno questioned.
"Course not. I like having a place to live thank you," Kaveh retorted. Tighnari walked toward them, carrying their dinner in his hands. His tail swatted Kaveh lightly, making the blond pout.
"You're going to drive yourself crazy like this," Tighnari said, "We all know how long you've pined over him. You need to broach the topic before it keeps eating at you."
"Ugh, can you be less supportive of your boyfriend liking another guy for two seconds," Kaveh huffed, "I can't just..." He made a vague gesture, not sure what he was trying to say.
"I wouldn't mind kissing him," Cyno said suddenly, making Kaveh nearly choke on his tongue. The man doesn't even look ashamed. "What?"
"How long has that been a thing?" Kaveh asked. Cyno shrugged.
"He's hot," Cyno said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "and I wouldn't mind the chance to pick him apart."
"Cy, behave," Tighnari chastised, "though...I wouldn't mind getting to see another side of him as well."
"You two," Kaveh said, flushed with embarrassment, "can I at least get a few drinks in before you start trying to wreck me?"
"Why are you so sure he'd be against it?" Tighnari asked, tail swishing.
"He's not a people person," Kaveh said, "he barely puts up with me, and last time he and Cyno met they tried to kill each other."
"Then let me take the lead," the fox said, "I have an idea." Cyno smirked, squeezing Kaveh in his grip as the blond groaned.
"I was afraid you might say that."
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"Whatever you're doing, knock it off." Kaveh tensed at the annoyance in Alhaitham's voice, a barely veiled anger he'd never been on the receiving end of somehow. Yet now it was leveled at Tighnari, the fox looking up at the scribe with a sweet smile. The one that said Tighnari was plotting. Cyno had paused where he and Kaveh were playing cards, red eyes locked on Alhaitham's form in case he made any sudden aggression toward the fox.
"What do you mean?" Tighnari asked, sweet and pleasant as ever, "I'm just trying get some fresh drinks."
"I fail to see how that involves you getting into my personal space," Alhaitham said, shifting away pointedly from where Tighnari was all but glued to his hip. He'd come out of his room a few hours after dinner, rummaging for his own food and settling in with a plate of leftovers from their meal. Tighnari had immediately seized his chance to claim he was getting refills, hovering beside the scribe with a hum. It all felt strangely domestic, even if Alhaitham was giving the ranger a seething glare.
"It's a small kitchen," the fox said instead, giving a smile, "perhaps you'd like a drink too?" His tail flicked up, brushing over Alhatham's hip in a way that made Kaveh flush in embarrassment.
'Leave it to Tighnari to use subtle flirtation to get his way,' he thought, 'But on Alhaitham? Nari, what are you thinking?' Yet to his surprise the man merely glanced down at the appendage brushing him, brow furrowing slightly. There was a tension in his shoulders that Kaveh usually associated with his anger, but the man looked confused and agitated, not angry.
"Nari's a bit foxy when he's had wine," Cyno quipped, smirking to himself as Tighnari rolled his eyes with a huff. Alhaitham let out a scoff, the closest to laughing they'd get. Cyno's gaze glittered. "See? He appreciates my humor."
"Your humor is atrocious," Alhaitham said dryly, though there was amusement in his gaze. The fox pouted, swatting him in the stomach with his tail.
"You never answered my question," he said, even as Alhaitham's eyes settled onto the plush tail swaying beside him, "Join us for a drink?" For a moment Kaveh was impressed with the fox's smooth attempt, but then Alhaitham scoffed and turned away.
"No thank you," he said, "I'd rather not involve myself in whatever drunken foolishness you plan to get up to. Just kindly keep any promiscuity out of the living room." He set his plate in the sink, tapping his ear pieces before heading off to his room. Tighnari stared after him, mouth slightly open in surprise.
"Well that went...okay," Kaveh said with a wince at Alhaitham's shut door, "He didn't throw anyone out at least."
"You were too subtle," Cyno said, returning to his cards, "with this attack, you've lost your active character, Kaveh. Your last, I might remind you."
"Ugh, why do I try," Kaveh lamented, setting the cards down, "I always lose to you." Cyno hummed, cocking his head.
"And here I thought you liked being on the bottom?" Kaveh huffed, swatting the other even as he grinned.
"Cyno, I was trying to not freak him out," Tighnari said as he returned with the glasses in hand, "we don't actually know if he's into men or not. Or into anyone at all for that matter. It's not like you or I have really associated with him outside of work or being around Kaveh."
"He's into Kaveh," Cyno said matter of factly. The blonde sputtered, flushing bright red. Tighnari just sighed and shook his head. "Fine. Let me lead. I'll prove it." Kaveh groaned and buried his head in his hands.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Despite Kaveh's reservations about Cyno plotting anything to do with Alhaitham and a potential with him, he settled down for another night of drinking and games regardless. Cyno had targeted the scribe the moment he'd gotten home, returning to the living room with Alhaitham by his side and a smug look on his face. What he'd said, Kaveh couldn't be sure, but he imagined it had something to do with Alhaitham's pride and competitive streak. Soon enough they were in the midst of another round of Genius Invocation, and all in various states of inebriation. Kaveh had taken to half draping himself over Cyno's shoulder, listening to the man talk out his turns as he and Tighnari played. Kaveh had given up a few rounds in, with Alhaitham being tapped out once he could no longer seem to focus on his cards.
"He's surprisingly docile when he's drunk," the fox said with an amused chuckle, looking down at the man in his lap. Alhaitham was lying with his back to Tighnari, head gently placed on the ranger's thigh. His eyes were closed, arms crossed and, if Kaveh had to guess, music likely playing through his ear pieces.
"He does that sober too," Kaveh said, waving a hand at the sight, "usually when he's overwhelmed I think. Not that he'd admit it." Tighnari frowned, carding a clawed hand through the grey hair.
"Well we weren't trying to overwhelm him," he said.
"It's not always because someone did something," Kaveh said with a shrug, "just happens. Never seen him do it to someone else besides me though."
"Cause he likes you," Cyno said.
"Does that mean he likes me too?" Tighnari teased, tail flicking in a pleased way.
"More likely he's drunk and doesn't realize who you are," Cyno drawled. The fox pouted, looking affronted. "Not that you're not worthy of the attention. Cause you're a ten in my eyes."
"Cy, he's gonna make you sleep outside if you're not careful," Kaveh said with a laugh, resting his gaze on Alhaitham. The man appeared to be completely asleep, a far cry from his usual resting sessions he'd taken on Kaveh's own lap. 'I've never seen him asleep in the open before. Is it just cause he's drunk?' Tighnari pulled his hand back to continue playing their match, the scribe making an annoyed sounding huff at the movement. The ranger paused, cracking a smile as he set down his cards.
"I don't think our dear scribe wants me to stop," he mused, fingers returning to his hair. His tail flicked up over the man's side, resting gently. "I thought he didn't like contact?"
"When we were younger he said most people make him want to claw his skin off when they touch him," Kaveh supplied, "but he never minded my touch, so I think it's a strangers versus friends thing."
"Collei's the same way," Tighnari said with a nod, "she didn't like anyone touching her for the longest time, even to look at her injuries. It took a lot to coax her trust out."
"She's doing well," Cyno agreed, smiling, "She's growing into herself and discovering what she wants."
"Even if that is getting into trouble occasionally," Tighnari agreed with a chuckle.
"She's a good kid," came Alhaitham's mumbled reply. They all jumped, slightly startled by the sudden statement. Alhaitham's brow furrowed at being jostled, but he kept his eyes closed.
"You can hear us?" Kaveh asked, turning pink, "I thought those things block out noise?"
"They do," the scribe replied, "they're just not on." He tapped one as if to make his point, the ear pieces noticeably lacking their signature lighting.
"H-How much did you listen into?!" he asked quickly. Alhaitham hummed.
"Everything after you telling Tighnari that I do this often," he replied, "And you three talking about my opinions toward you and him." Kaveh flinched. He'd been hoping he hadn't heard that bit.
"Oh uh...d-don't mind Cyno," Kaveh said shakily, "he's just joking around."
"Isn't he always? Besides, if I didn't at least somewhat like the three of you, none of you would be in my living room at the moment." His eyes slid open, a look of confusion on his face as he looked Kaveh over before glancing up at the fox. Almost immediately his posture stiffened, the scribe sitting up and shifting away. "I didn't intend to lie on you."
"I don't mind," Tighnari said with a tight smile, a touch of disappointment in his eyes, "It was rather nice actually. You're welcome to continue." Alhaitham paused for a moment, body seeming to lean a touch closer to the fox before he stood up.
"No," he said firmly, "I'd rather not." He turned on his heel and headed off toward his room, posture tense. Kaveh stared after him, unsure how to go about processing what he'd just witnessed.
"He wanted to," Cyno said after a moment, "continue, I mean."
"Yeah," Kaveh said, slightly in awe, "he really did, didn't he." He broke from his reverence, shaking his head. "Ugh. Why's he so complicated. He always acted annoyed if I touched his hair. Course I was usually working so it's not like I tried anyway."
"You should, next time," Cyno said, crossing his arms, "Something tells me he wasn't as annoyed as you thought."
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Kaveh had nearly forgotten Cyno's suggestion by the time he found Alhaitham lying on his legs again. Cyno had been called off on some mission into the desert, while Tighnari was back to training the rangers in the Avidya Forest. Which left Kaveh to dive into his work with a renewed vigor now that he didn't have any distractions. He'd barely made much progress, indecisive about what it was he was missing on his current design, when Alhaitham settled against him. The blond hadn't even heard the scribe come home, let alone approach him, and he nearly snapped his pencil in surprise. The scribe seemed to freeze at the reaction, a sudden tense line in his shoulders that Kaveh didn't like.
"Honestly Haitham. A little warning," he huffed, picking up his eraser, "You messed up my line work." The scribe scoffed, cracking an eye open to look over the plan he'd been working on. Yet his tense posture relaxed, settling more contently against Kaveh's thigh.
"Looks fine to me," he said with a shrug.
"Of course it looks fine," Kaveh griped, "but it's not perfect. And it needs to be perfect for this client. He expects something fresh and unique! Something awe inspiring."
"As long as its functional, who cares what it looks like," Alhaitham muttered. Kaveh scoffed.
"Who cares? This very rich, very affluent scholar cares! I need this job to work out in order to get more clients," Kaveh said with a pout.
"So what's the issue? You're always doodling new ideas," Alhaitham said, "unique seems like your signature, even if some of them are foolish looking."
"Because each building has a different feel for it," Kaveh said, "most of my other ideas are too...loose and flowy for this. I'd be laughed right out of his office." Kaveh pouted, leaning back on the couch and staring at his drawing. He felt so close to a breakthrough, but there was nothing that felt quite right.
"Being hyper focused doesn't suit you," Alhaitham said, "You're looking too close to see the whole picture."
"I know that, thank you very much," he grumbled, setting the pencil down. He wished Tighnari were there. Carding his fingers through that soft tail fur always set him at ease. Helped clear his mind and relax him to take a fresh start. His hand moved of its own accord, threading through Alhaitham's hair before he could think better on it. 'It's surprisingly soft,' he thought idly, 'He must use something expensive to keep it like this.' It took him a moment before he registered the tense line in Alhaitham's back, the rigid set of his jaw and the unease radiating from him. He pulled his hand back as if he'd been burned. "Ah, sorry! It's a habit I do when I'm stressed."
"Does it work?" Alhaitham asked, eying him skeptically.
"Yes? I mean it doesn't solve my problems but it makes me more relaxed," Kaveh admitted.
"Then it's fine," the scribe said, settling back in, "but you're cooking dinner later."
"Wha- I always cook anyway!" Kaveh retorted, though he settled his hand back into Alhaitham's hair. The scribe didn't respond, the barest hint of pink on his skin. 'Huh? He...Is Haitham making an excuse to seem put out by this?' He hadn't expected that as a possibility, but then Cyno's words flitted through his head again. 'He really doesn't mind it then. Jeez, then just admit it. Why must you be so frustrating all of the time?' He pouted but went back to petting Alhaitham's hair, considering him for a moment. The varying lines in his face. The silvery hair contrasting with his pale skin and intense teal eyes. The gentle glow of light from his ear pieces. 'Wait, they're on but he's still talking to me. Then what do they actually even do?' He frowned, eying the pieces a bit more closely. The intricate lines and circuitry that Alhaitham must have spent ages perfecting. The perfect fit to blend into the scribe's appearance without being too overbearing. The delicate patterning of the green, crystalline structures that seemed to power them. The perfect mix of functionality and subtle design that- "Oh!" Alhaitham gave an annoyed sound as Kaveh sat up suddenly, reaching for his pencil.
"Have you finally lost it?" the scribe griped.
"No! I've got it," Kaveh said, ignoring Alhaitham's annoyed grumbling as he went to work, "I've got the perfect design for this!"
"What, did stroking someone's head kickstart your brain?" the man asked, pulling away to sit up and avoid being jostled about. He had a sour look on his face, but Kaveh couldn't be bothered to focus on it.
"Your ear pieces did," he said, pencil sliding over the page with practiced ease as his mind supplied the pattens to him. Alhaitham crossed his arms, watching him silently as he worked. It was only once he'd finished that Alhaitham peered over at it again.
"Not bad," he said, "better than what you usually come up with." Kaveh scoffed.
"I'd point out how rude you're being but who cares. It's finally finished!" He all but launched himself at Alhaitham, squeezing tight in his excitement before remembering who exactly he was holding onto. Not either of his bemused but cuddly boyfriends, but his grumpy, touch adverse roommate who may or may not even like him most days. He jumped back as if he'd been burned, Alhaitham jumping as well at the sudden movement. "Sorry! Apparently I'm in a touchy mood today," he said quickly in the hopes of quelling any irritation the scribe might have.
"Aren't you always touchy?" Alhaitham countered, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Well, yes, but not with you!" The moment the words tumbled out of his mouth he knew it had been the wrong thing to say. Immediately Alhaitham tensed, features hardening into a mask of disinterest that Kaveh was so used to seeing. Yet it made him realize just how open Alhaitham's expression had been until that moment. Now it was less like looking at Alhaitham, his grudging friend and roommate, and more like looking at Alhaitham, acting grand sage who was about to puncture him full of dendro induced holes.
"So I'm the problem somehow?" the scribe asked, tone dangerous.
"What? No! That came out wrong," Kaveh said, "I didn't mean it like that."
"Then what did you mean? That you'd happily cuddle up to anyone else other than me?" There was a shocking amount of hurt in his tone as Alhaitham stood, yet his voice was even and cold. Kaveh wondered when exactly he'd started being able to pick up on those minor emotional hints.
"You're putting words in my mouth," Kaveh protested, standing to chase him because he wasn't about to let this misunderstanding fester. He grabbed Alhaitham around the waist, holding tight even as he braced for some sort of strike.
"Let go of me."
"Not until you let me explain," Kaveh protested, tightening his grip as the scribe tried to push him off. Alhaitham wasn't weak by any means, but Kaveh was glad to know his greatsword training had made him strong enough to resist.
"What could you possibly need to explain?" Alhaitham retorted, "I think I got your message loud and clear."
"No, you didn't! Or else you wouldn't be acting like this," Kaveh shot back, "I don't have any problem cuddling up to you Haitham, so stop thinking you've got it all figured out."
"Then what did you mean?"
"You never seemed to want me to touch you!" He blurted it out before he could think through the statement, needing to make himself clear. Alhaitham seemed to pause, as if he hadn't expected those words. "You just...you always seem like you don't want anyone to touch you. And when we were little you always said you hated being touched so I didn't want to overstep more than I already have." Alhaitham's brow furrowed, as if he wasn't fully processing what was being said to him. "I don't have any distaste for contact with you, but you always seemed to dislike it and-"
"You're rambling." Kaveh's jaw clicked shut, still stubbornly holding tight to the scribe. "You-" He didn't get the chance to continue, the door to the house opening with a brief knock that Kaveh knew too well. He opened his mouth to say something but didn't have the chance, familiar features standing in the doorway.
"Sorry for not waiting for you to open it Kaveh, I had my hands a bit full," Tighnari said, finally looking up once he'd nudged the door closed with his boot. He paused, staring at the scene before him and ear twitching.
"It's not what it looks like," Alhaitham said dryly, tense as a clockwork meka in Kaveh's grip.
"I sure hope not," the fox said, heading for the kitchen with a flick of his tail, "or else I owe Cyno quite a bit of Mora. Come on. It seems time to talk anyway no?" Alhaitham glanced down at Kaveh uneasily, but the blond smiled.
"Yeah," he said, straightening and taking a firm hold of the scribe's wrist, "definitely time to talk."
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The tension in the kitchen was so heavy that Kaveh was sure he could cut it with his blade if he tried. Tighnari was making tea at the counter, humming lightly as he did so while Alhaitham sat at the table looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Kaveh squirmed in his seat, wanting to say something to break the tension but unsure what exactly to say.
"So," Tighnari said eventually, turning to lean against the counter and nurse his tea, "Alhaitham, you were the one to say it wasn't what it looked like. Care to explain what it was then?"
"Kaveh having zero personal boundaries," the scribe deadpanned. The blond wanted to be offended at the statement, but he couldn't really argue it either.
"And here I thought you two were trying to cozy up together," the fox said, clearly teasing. Yet Alhaitham either didn't register the tone or completely ignored it. He scoffed, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.
"Relax. I wasn't trying to steal your partner from you," he drawled, tone bitter in a way that made Kaveh's eyes widen. The scribe sounded so put out by referring to Kaveh as Tighnari's partner, but surely that didn't mean what it implied. One of the ranger's ears flicked, peering at them over his tea before humming and taking a sip.
"A shame. And here I was hoping you were," the fox said casually, "well, not steal per say. I rather like having part of him myself after all." Alhaitham jumped, clearly startled at the statement and staring at Tighnari with a bewildered look that seemed foreign on his features. Kaveh himself flushed bright red, sputtering slightly at the blunt statement.
"Nari!" he protested, "don't say it like that!" The fox smirked, the barest hint of fang poking out from behind his lips.
"What? It's true," the ranger said, "the longer we play this game of cat and mouse, the more chances there are for misunderstanding. I'm gathering that's what happened before I walked in, wasn't it?" Kaveh huffed, shrinking in his seat at how on point the ranger was. "I thought so. Alhaitham, I have to wonder, what is your opinion of Kaveh?" Alhaitham snapped to attention, pulled from his startled daze and scowling at the other.
"What does it matter to you?" he retorted.
"You're deflecting," Tighnari said, cocking his head as if Alhaitham were a wild animal he was trying to tame. "Do you know what I think? I think you care about him much more than you want to let on but never knew how to approach it. So instead you just allowed the two of you to exist in this comfortable stasis without attempting to change it. Even more so after your falling out." Kaveh winced as dendro energy sparked from Alhaitham's form, sharp and almost electric in its intensity.
"You don't know anything," Alhaitham seethed, standing abruptly as his dendro mirrors flickered into existence around him. Tighnari's own energy rose to meet him, gentle and soothing like a sunny morning beneath the forest's canopy. Two opposite sides of nature's coin.
"I know more than you might think," Tighnari said, setting his tea down, "in my line of work, it's not about what people say. It's about the things that remain unsaid. And what remains unsaid is how deeply you care for him." Tighnari's tail flicked, a gentle smile on his face. "He cares about you too you know." Alhaitham's gaze sharpened, one hand reaching to tap at his ear pieces. Tighnari stepped closer, gaze locked to the scribe's. "Surely you know I have no reason to lie to you."
"It doesn't matter," Alhaitham ground out.
"It does," Tighnari said, smiling as he stepped around the table. He reached out gently, giving the scribe a chance to move away. When he didn't the ranger gingerly laid a hand on his cheek, Alhaitham stiffening even as his dendro mirrors wavered. "For what its worth, I care for you too. As does Cyno. He'll be more than happy to tell you that himself if you ask. Just...maybe don't do it in public. He's a bit blunt."
"What are you trying to imply?" Alhaitham asked, tone tight as he pulled his head away from the fox's hand, sharp gaze calculating as he tried to find some hidden meaning in his words.
"We like you," Kaveh blurted out, flushing slightly when Tighnari chuckled.
"It seems I'm the only subtle one in this group," the fox said with a smile, "but he's right. We'd like to have you join us, all of us, if you'll have us." The scribe studied him for a long moment, trying to find anything other than sincerity in the fox's gaze. Eventually he stepped back, dendro fading as he looked away.
"I...will need to think on it," he said hesitantly, crossing his arms in a way that felt more like he was trying to protect himself rather than look annoyed. Kaveh couldn't help but perk up regardless, red eyes glittering with hope.
"That wasn't a no," he pointed out, gripping the edge of the table to keep himself from lunging at the clearly overwhelmed man.
"Take all the time you need," Tighnari said, backing off to pick up his tea once more, "We'll be here, waiting for you, when you decide." Alhaitham nodded stiffly, turning on his heel and heading for his room. Tighnari smiled, looking smug as he glanced over at Kaveh and winked. The blond jumped up, wrapping his arms around the fox in excitement. "Settle down. He hasn't agreed yet," Tighnari chided, though he was grinning as well.
"But he's considering it," Kaveh said excitedly, nearly lifting the fox off his feet.
"Kaveh! Be careful," the fox said with a laugh, trying to keep the hot tea from spilling on either of them. Kaveh only took the cup to set it aside, pressing a giddy kiss to the fox's lips. He couldn't help himself, too thrilled with the development to restrain himself. Now all they had to do was wait.
It was another week before Alhaitham broached the topic again, though Cyno had told them about the scribe questioning his stance on the matter a few days prior. Yet another step that Kaveh felt like they'd overcame. The fact that Alhaitham had even asked Cyno meant he was thinking about it, and rather seriously at that.
The three of them were making plans in the living room for the night, Kaveh and Cyno arguing over where to eat while Tighnari looked on with fond amusement, when Alhaitham wandered into the room. Kaveh immediately abandoned his argument, perking up like an excited puppy while Tighnari looked over his shoulder at the scribe.
"Did you make a decision?" the fox asked. Cyno settled as well, peering curiously at the other man. Alhaitham shifted slightly, crossing his arms in what Kaveh was beginning to suspect was a nervous habit.
"I've considered it," Alhaitham said, tone similar to the one he used while talking about proposals at work, "I'm not...opposed necessarily, but there will need to be some boundaries."
"All relationships need clear boundaries," Cyno said, sounding equally serious, "or else they'd never work for long without crumbling."
"We can easily discuss boundaries," Tighnari said with a nod, "perhaps after dinner if you'd like to join us?" Alhaitham looked them over, studying them each in turn for a long moment before relaxing slightly.
"That seems acceptable," he said with a nod, letting his arms drop as he approached, "Had you decided yet?"
"Not yet. I was trying to convince Kaveh to try something new," Cyno said before launching into an explanation of their current dilemma. Kaveh couldn't help but smile at the sight, heart fluttering. He had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, they'd make this work after all.
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They'd ended up going with Cyno's suggestion, the man looking all too smug at having gotten his way. Kaveh pouted about the situation, Alhaitham merely shrugging and explaining he was curious as to what Cyno's idea of good food settled in for a round of drinks and some decent food, though Kaveh hated to admit it. Cyno's choice was actually delicious, and he huffed at the righteous smirk on the man's face as he downed his second plate of dumplings. Tighnari only laughed at their antics, Alhaitham giving the barest huff of amusement as he watched them. The whole dynamic just felt right to Kaveh. Like they'd been missing that last puzzle piece to truly be complete.
Their night was interrupted when a group of rambunctious scholars wandered in. They were loud to put it nicely, and Kaveh saw the moment Tighnari's ears folded back from the noise. Much too loud for his sensitive hearing. Kaveh could already feel himself getting a headache. He couldn't imagine how much worse it was for the fox.
"Too loud?" Cyno asked. Tighnari scoffed, about to reply to the obvious before pausing. Kaveh followed his gaze, realizing that Cyno wasn't looking at either of them. Alhaitham was holding one of his earpieces, the lights flickering as he messed with it. Cyno nudged him, getting his attention before speaking again in a slow, deliberate way. "Is the noise too much?"
"Mhm." There was a tension to Alhaitham's features, his face sharp and gaze slightly unfocused. Cyno stood abruptly, dropping a handful of mora onto the table.
"We're leaving," he said sharply, leaving no room for argument. He shot the scholars a sharp look, silencing them instantly as they withered under his gaze. Tighnari and Kaveh stood as well, Alhaitham seemingly just following their motions. Cyno herded them from the building like a protective guard dog, falling into step beside Alhaitham with Tighnari on the scribe's other side. Kaveh led them back to Alhaitham's home, fumbling with the key for a moment before the door clicked open and they were able to step inside. Alhaitham nearly sighed in relief, eyes shutting for a moment before snapping back open. As if he'd suddenly recalled he wasn't alone. Cyno turned on his heel, looking up into the scribe's eyes.
"Can I help you?" Alhaitham asked, sounding genuinely confused at the smaller man's sharp stare.
"You're sound sensitive," Cyno commented, "why didn't you tell us?" Alhaitham blinked, one brow raising as he crossed his arms.
"I figured it was fairly obvious," he said, reaching to tap on his earpiece, "I don't wear these to make a statement after all." Cyno huffed, gaze narrowing in a way that said he wasn't happy with the answer. "I fail to see why this is an issue, Cyno. I'm perfectly capable of functioning despite a bit of noise. Even if my headpieces seem to be malfunctioning."
"First rule of this relationship. You should tell us about things like that," Cyno pressed, "triggers or sensitivities or similar things. We don't want to be the ones to stumble into them."
"Easy there Cyno," Tighnari soothed, "don't give him a hard time. He probably didn't think anything of it, if it's something he's been dealing with his entire life. Same as I didn't mention mine until someone else brought it up first. Sometimes we don't think about the things we've learned to live with." He hugged the smaller man, Cyno scowling slightly despite leaning into the touch.
"Cyno's protective," Kaveh explained, "he doesn't like seeing his partners in any bit of pain or distress. No matter how small."
"The General Mahamatra, protective? I never would have guessed," Alhaitham drawled, lips quirking into the barest hint of a smirk before dropping, "Besides, it wouldn't have even been a problem if my headpieces hadn't chosen that moment to malfunction.
"Well, is there anything else we might want to know?" Tighnari asked, "before we get into our boundary discussion." Alhaitham paused, tipping his head thoughtfully to one side as he considered.
"It's unwise to wake me suddenly," Alhaitham said, "I can't guarantee you won't get a few dendro mirrors to the face if you do."
"Cyno's the same way," Kaveh quipped, "Don't wake him up. If we have to, we let Nari do it."
"It's a talent," the fox mused, tail swishing, "Now then. Let's sit and discuss, shall we?"
It didn't take long before Kaveh realized how easily Alhaitham slotted into their existing dynamics. He didn't like public affection just like Tighnari. Needed alone time the same way Cyno did after a long day. He could only take so much socialization before he burned out, though simply being at home with them seemed to do more good than harm at least. And he didn't like being surprised, something they were already well aware of. It felt so easy to untangle the web of their heartstrings and slot the scribe into the center, as if he'd always been there.
As time went on and days turned into weeks, Kaveh began paying closer attention to their unique dynamics. How Alhaitham always cracked a wry smile whenever Cyno made a bad joke, turning his head away before he could encourage the general further. How he seemed drawn to Tighnari when he wanted something soothing to quell his racing mind after a hard day, letting the fox stroke over his hair and humming softly. How he sought Kaveh out whenever he needed a taste of normalcy and simply wanted to listen to someone without speaking in return. It was an easy dynamic between them all, even if the scribe seemed unsure in the more romantic aspects of their relationships. The first time Kaveh had taken his hand under the dining table, excitement bubbling over as he chatted about his newest project, the scribe had nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been tense as a statue when Cyno all but collapsed on him after a particularly rough mission, hand hovering but never seemingly sure where to settle. And when Tighnari had pressed a fond kiss to his head out of habit, Alhaitham had turned bright as a pyro slime. Yet he never pushed them away, so it wasn't like the gestures were necessarily unwanted then.
And then it hit him. Had Alhaitham ever been in a relationship before?
He couldn't recall a time when the man had dated, but that didn't mean much. There was a portion of Alhaitham's life he'd been entirely absent from after all, and even before that he hadn't delved too far into the man's personal business. But now he couldn't help but be curious. It wasn't like he cared either way if Alhaitham had had one partner or one hundred, archons knew he wasn't one to judge, but he didn't like not having any clue at all.
"Haitham. You've dated before us, right?" He asked one morning over breakfast. Tighnari had paused where he was drinking his tea, ear flicking as he waited for an answer but trying not to stare too heavily. The debate Cyno and Alhaitham had been having stopped, the scribe staring at him with the first glimmer of annoyance.
"What does it matter?" he asked, a touch sharper than he likely intended.
"I'm just curious," Kaveh said, settling his chin on his hand, "you know we've all dated before this, but we don't know a thing about your experience. It's important to know so we don't push too hard too fast."
"He...has a bit of a point," Tighnari said, "If you've never dated before, then-"
"This is hardly my first experience in the dating world, if you must know," Alhaitham said dryly, "though I'm also not a child that needs to be coddled, Kaveh."
"H-Huh? Wait, I didn't mean it like that," the blond protested, "I just don't want to overstep." Alhaitham scowled at him and Kaveh tensed for the ensuing squabble. Yet it didn't come. The scribe took a tight breath and stood, jaw clenching instead.
"I should get going," he said, "There's a lot of work to finish if I want to get home on time tonight."
"See you later, then," Tighnari said, flicking his tail over the scribe's arm, "we still have plans to go out for dinner after Cyno's card competition, right?" Alhaitham relaxed a touch, though just barely.
"Yeah," he said, "I'll make it. If the Akademia doesn't like me leaving on time then they can find a new acting grand sage."
"I think you're just trying to make them fire you at this point," Kaveh mused, reaching a hand out. To his surprise Alhaitham reached out and took it, squeezing slightly before letting it drop.
"Besides, watching Cyno ruin several people's days is more fun than paperwork," Alhaitham said, smirking.
"I plan to not disappoint," Cyno said, nodding with a serious expression, "There's a new card on the line for the winner."
"You and your cards," Tighnari said with a chuckle, "Try not to hurt anyone at work, alright Haitham?" The scribe paused, seemingly startled at someone other than Kaveh using the nickname. The fox cocked his head, tail swishing behind him. "No good?"
"No, it's...it's fine," he decided, "just surprising."
"Oh dear. I'm already breaking the 'no surprises' rule then," Tighnari teased, clearly relieved. Alhaitham looked over his shoulder, looking him over for a moment before glancing at the other two.
"I suppose I don't mind this surprise," he said simply, turning and leaving before they could respond. Tighnari smiled, tail fluffed up with excitement.
"Nari, your glowing," Cyno said, "you'll blind us all at this rate."
"Oh shush," he said, swatting the other man and turning back to his tea. Kaveh smiled at the pair, thrilled at how smoothly this all seemed to be going. And yet he couldn't quite let go of Alhaitham's reaction to his question. There was more layers to that story. He could only hope the scribe would tell them before they accidentally set off the wrong landmine.
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Kaveh was busy working on a new blueprint when the door opened, an exhausted Tighnari stumbling in. His ears and tail drooped behind him, his exhaustion pouring off of him like a tangible wave.
“Rough day?” Kaveh asked. The fox grunted, half collapsing onto the couch before he could move. Alhaitham made a disgruntled noise, shifting to avoid Tighnari’s knee but not moving away. It made Kaveh realize how far Alhaitham had come already.
“I hate the desert,” he sighed, face pushed into Kaveh’s thigh, “It’s way too hot. I don’t get how Cyno does it.” Kaveh winced in sympathy, running his fingers through the fox’s hair.
“No wonder you popped in unannounced,” Kaveh teased. Not that he minded, and neither did Alhaitham it seemed.
“You’re covered in sand,” the scribe said, grains falling from Tighnari’s tail into his lap.
“Downfalls of having fur,” the fox lamented. Alhaitham sighed, shutting his book and carefully slipping off the couch. He wandered off into the house, leaving Tighnari to cast a worried look up at Kaveh. The architect shrugged, not sure what had seemingly triggered the scribe’s flight this time. He returned before either could dwell on it too long, a brush in hand and focus solely on Tighnari’s tail.
“Is that my brush?” Kaveh asked, too dumbfounded to say much else.
“His fur’s too fine for mine,” he replied with a scowl, gently carding the brush through the tail in his lap. Tighnari shivered, a pleased sound escaping his throat as he went boneless. “I can buy you a new one if it’s an issue.”
“It’s not an issue. I can just clean it,” Kaveh insisted, but…since when do you know anything about the intricacies of personal grooming?”
“How long have you lived here?” Kaveh bristled, about to retort when Tighnari snickered.
“You must really listen to him closely to pick up all of that,” the fox teased, tail flicking the scribe on the chin.
“His voice, usually, doesn’t grate my nerves,” Alhaitham said, huffing. There was the barest hint of a flush on his cheeks. A telltale sign that he’d been caught.
“So you do like my voice then,” the blond teased, “glad to know some part of me captivates you.”
“Captivating is selling yourself short.” Now it was Kaveh’s turn to blush, caught off guard by such a sweet compliment. Even if Alhaitham sounded like Kaveh was being stupid.
“Oh? And what word would you use instead?” Tighnari asked, giving the scribe a knowing look. For a long moment Alhaitham considered the question with a furrowed brow, as if searching his mental dictionary for the right word. Then, at Kaveh’s startled look, he froze.
“You’re mocking me,” the scribe said dryly.
“Certainly not!” Tighnari said with a sharp grin, resting his cheek on his hand, “I’m genuinely curious how you’d describe him.”
“Do I look like a poet?” Alhaitham replied.
“Not at all,” the fox said bluntly, “but you do read a lot. Surely you’ve got the words somewhere in that head of yours.” Alhaitham frowned, his hands stilling their gentle motions on Tighnari’s fur. His expression hardened, gaze sharp and calculating in a way that reminded Kaveh of the ‘Acting Grand Sage’ portion of Alhaitham’s personality.
“Uh…Haitham?” Kaveh asked, a bit concerned at how intently the scribe was staring into the middle distance, “It was just a joke. No need to-”
“Enigmatic,” Alhaitham said abruptly, cutting him off as if he’d just had an epiphany, “but…breathtaking. Like the moments just before the sun rises and everything is still.”
“Y-You can’t just say things like that!” Kaveh squawked, Tighnari laughing between them, “You’re going to kill me at this rate.”
“Would you prefer I insult you?” Alhaitham asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Of course not! But a little warning next time. My heart can’t take it.” Alhaitham cocked his head to one side, raising a brow at him as if unsure if he was being serious or just dramatic.
“Oh! Do me next,” Tighnari chirped, gaze glittering excitedly. His tail swished eagerly, the normally serious fox suddenly more childlike than Kaveh had ever seen him. Well, while sober at least.
“Why would I-...never mind,” Alhaitham said with a lamenting sigh, shaking his head as he considered. Seemed the scribe was already learning that arguing against the fox was usually a lost cause. “If I had to put it into words then…gentle. And gravitational. Like a moon drawn toward its planet.”
“I’m pretty fond of you too,” Tighnari said, sitting up and stretching. His tail had regained its fluffy appearance, the sand long brushed away to be cleaned from the carpet at a later time. “Kaveh, where does he keep his brush?”
“Huh? His room. Why?” The fox was up before either of them could say anything else, bounding off toward Alhaitham’s room despite the scribe’s indignant protest. “Nari’s an unstoppable force when he’s plotting something,” Kaveh said with a laugh, “So, what about Cyno?”
“What about Cyno?” Alhaitham asked, gaze still locked on the door to his room as if it might suddenly explode.
“You described me and Tighnari,” Kaveh pointed out, “so what about Cyno?”
“Cyno isn’t even here,” the scribe said, finally turning to stare at him incredulously.
“So?”
“So, you want me to describe someone that isn’t here.” Kaveh blinked at him.
“Are you trying to say you don’t remember what Cyno looks like?” he asked. Alhaitham took in a tight, steadying breath, eye twitching.
“I’m saying that I don’t see the reason for this when he’s not even here,” the scribe retorted, “It’d be strange to describe him to other people without him being in earshot to interject.”
“Huh? How’s it weird? We’re all dating each other and you think that is crossing a line somehow?”
“I leave for five minutes and you two are already at it again?” Came Tighnari’s amused comment. The pair looked up, and Kaveh noticed just how close they’d gotten to each other. Any closer and he’d be sharing Alhaitham’s breathing room, and that wasn’t a line of thought he wanted to chase at the moment.
“We are not at anything,” the scribe said, pulling away to fully address the fox, “I just refuse to entertain his newest fixation when the subject is elsewhere.” Tighnari shook his head, striding over to sit on the arm of the couch. Alhaitham shifted automatically, trying to make room for him. But Tighnari only tugged him back.
“Sit still,” he chided, holding up the brush, “I’m returning the favor.”
“I hardly think my hair is that much of a mess,” the scribe said with a scowl.
“It’s not,” Tighnari agreed, tail flicking, “but you can’t just groom me and not let me reciprocate Haitham.”
“Is…this a valuka shuna thing?” Kaveh gave a shrug at his questioning look, not entirely sure himself if it was a consequence of Tighnari’s race or something unique to the ranger.
“Just let me,” Tighnari said, leaving no room for argument. Alhaitham sighed, shifting so that the fox could reach better and trying to settle. Tighnari wasted no time combing through the silvery locks, the tension draining from the scribe’s shoulders as he did so.
A familiar knock at the door sent Kaveh to go and answer it, a familiarly annoyed face on the other side. Alhaitham looked up from his relaxed position, seemingly unsurprised to see the other. Not that Cyno showing up ever surprised him even before they started dating.
“You had a rough day too?” Kaveh asked, opening his arms to the smaller man. Cyno nudged the door shut, reaching to pull the blond into a kiss. “Ah,” he said when they parted a moment later, “that bad?”
“Have you ever been nearly buried alive in a cave in?” Cyno asked grumpily. Kaveh winced in sympathy. “Idiots and their explosives. Who decides it’s a good idea to hoard that many barrels of explosives in a cave anyway?”
“Did anyone get trapped?” Tighnari asked with a worried look as the general made his way toward the couch.
“Thankfully, no,” Cyno said, pressing a kiss to the fox as well, “but it was definitely a close call. I hope they think about what they nearly did for a very, very long time.” Cyno shifted, bending down slightly toward Alhaitham. Kaveh barely registered the movement before their lips met, Alhaitham’s eyes widening for a moment. They only had a few seconds to process before Cyno pulled back, seeming startled himself at what had just happened.
“You just had to steal the first kiss, didn’t you Cy,” Tighnari chastised, lips curving into a teasing grin.
“It’s not like I meant to. It was an impulse,” Cyno said, pouting slightly.
“I…fail to see why this is an issue,” Alhaitham said slowly, as if unsure how to react.
“It’s not,” Tighnari said, “just teasing. After all Cyno was the one who said we shouldn’t push too fast regarding intimacy, only to swoop in and claim the first kiss himself.”
“He…I see,” Alhaitham said, crossing his arms, “you three realize I’m a grown man who’s more than capable of saying I’m uncomfortable with something, right?”
“We do,” Tighnari said, “but, we also don’t want to risk losing you. So we’re a bit extra careful on the subject.”
“How fragile do you think I am?” Alhaitham scoffed.
“Not fragile at all. And that’s the worry.” The scribe huffed, sitting up to pull the fox toward him. Tighnari went with the motions, already knowing where they were headed even before they met in the middle. It was gentle and patient, similar to the fox himself. Yet the tinge of warmth to the action promised something more primal.
“Stop worrying,” Alhaitham said firmly, “If I go anywhere, you’d know with plenty of advanced warning.” Tighnari smiled, looking up toward where Kaveh was all but vibrating with excitement.
“I think he might explode,” Cyno commented. Alhaitham snorted, his half attempt at a laugh, and offered an arm.
“Get over here.” The blond didn’t need to be told twice, launching himself at the scribe and feeling like they’d just overcome a hurdle he hadn’t even noticed. If anything, he felt like they were finally taking the next big step.
Chapter 7
Notes:
Sorry, not sorry. Time to get into some of Alhaitham's personal issues and past problems. Don't hate me for torturing him
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Alhaitham glared at the paperwork littering his desk. He'd had yet another pile of bundled requests dropped off, the fourth such pile that day. It made him irritable as he stamped the current project idea with a rejection and slid it to its rack. He couldn't help but glance at the clock, wishing it would move faster. At least once he was clocked out he had dinner and a movie with his partners to look forward to.
His pen froze over the next document, brow furrowing. It was odd to imagine just how much his routine had changed since their relationship began. His days felt less mundane and boring, giving him something to look forward to even during rough, grueling days at work. He glanced at the clock again, mentally tallying the time left. Still an hour or so to go, but he'd manage. It would make their...date more worthwhile. Thinking about them dating was strange in a way. He'd long given up on the mere idea of dating Kaveh, so to now be dating him alongside Tighnari and Cyno still made his head spin.
'Why me though?' he wondered idly, 'What makes me a suitable addition to their group? It wasn't like they were particularly lacking anything.' A knock on the door sounded before he could give it any further thought. "Come in," he called out, quieting his music to focus on whatever task was about to fall into his lap now.
"Alhaitham, long time no see. Always figured you'd end up in some high position like this, but Grand Sage? That's impressive even for you." He stiffened at the all-too-familiar voice behind the office door, gaze locked to it as if he could mentally force it shut. It didn't bend to his whim, a familiar violet gaze poking into view alongside a too-bright smile. One he used to think was charming, but now it just looked feral.
"Adeel," Alhaitham said, tone tense and cold, "bold of you to barge into the grand sage's office without an appointment. You'd better have a decent reason." He forced his gaze back to the paperwork, trying to ignore the way his heart hammered in his chest. He kept his expression indifferent even as the other scholar approached him.
"Aw come on, why so cold Hai?" He grit his teeth as a hand settled on the desk. When had the man gotten so close? "I know you're at work but that's no reason to give me the cold shoulder." For a long moment, Alhaitham considered just ignoring him until a hand dug into his jaw, pulling his gaze up. "You're not still sore with me are you?"
"I'd have to care about you to be sore," the scribe countered, glaring the other down.
"You are still sore," Adeel said, clicking his tongue, "Well, I would have been by to apologize sooner but with the research trip to Fontaine and then the whole canned knowledge debacle I didn't get the chance."
"If this is all you came for I have to ask you to leave," Alhaitham said firmly, "I have work to finish before the end of the day." He batted the other off, ducking his head to continue working in order to make his point.
"Seriously Hai? You'd think you'd have simmered down by now. That was years ago and-" With a quick tap the man's voice faded to nothing, leaving Alhaitham glad his earpieces were back in working order. What a pain it had been to fix them. Especially when-
He jolted slightly as the earpieces were unceremoniously torn from his head, dendro flaring angrily. He stood from the desk to give chase, uncaring that he seemed to be falling directly into the other's plan. "Return them to me," he snarled, holding a hand out expectantly.
"Always tangled up in these things," Adeel said, stepping closer. Suddenly the scribe felt cornered, the edge of his desk pushing into his hip as he tried to back up. Adeel crowded against him, making revulsion rise in his throat. "But I can forgive you for being mad. I didn't mean to leave you for so long Hai. Why don't we go get dinner and talk things over yeah?"
"I'm taken." Alhaitham wasn't sure who was more surprised at his words, Adeel or himself. The older male blinked, something changing in his gaze.
"Excuse me?" he asked, tone dark in a way that set off alarm bells.
"I said, I'm taken," he repeated, reaching for his earpieces.
He should have expected the sudden slam back against his desk, hissing at the wood dug painfully into his spine. Adeel's gaze was less friendly and more frenzied, angered in a way that made his blood freeze. His carefully curated mask slipped, a rush of genuine fear flashing through him.
"Do you think they give a shit about you?" Adeel asked, leaning closer, "How many people have strung you along before Hai? None of them actually care about you. They just want a pretty face and a warm body to warm their bed for a while. The status is just a boost. But then they actually get to know you and they just toss you aside, don't they?"
"Shut up," he hissed, pushing at the other's chest. It did little to dissuade him, the other grabbing his wrist in a vice and pulling at him. The feel of lips on his made his stomach churn and his head dizzy. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't focus on anything but standing upright.
"You might be mouthy now, but you know it's true," Adeel said, the words pulling at wounds Alhaitham had tried to forget, "You're not the ones people want. You're the one they play with when they're bored until they get tired of overlooking your flaws. But you belong with me Hai. You know that somewhere in that stuffy head of yours." He grit his teeth, feeling his irritation rise as his fists clenched. "I was the only one willing to take you, broken as you are, and now you say you don't belong to me?"
"Shut up!" His dendro flared, mirrors spinning and swirling around them in a chaotic storm. Adeel yelped and stumbled back as a few scored cuts over his skin, the man hissing.
"You know I'm right," he said, "You always did want more than you could have. Always wanted something better than you deserved." A sharp crack sounded through the room but Alhaitham barely heard it over his own pulse. His earpieces fell to the floor at his feet, mangled and broken into pieces. "I'll be back soon Hai. I won't leave you alone this time." The man thankfully left, leaving Alhaitham to his own spiraling thoughts. His gaze flickered to the broken earpieces, scooping them up with shaking hands. He stood and forced himself into his role, wiping the expression from his face as he locked up and headed for the main door. No one stopped him, and he continued his march back to his home.
It was only when he stepped into the empty house and the door was firmly locked behind him that he broke. He felt sick to his stomach, leaning heavily against the door and sliding down. His earpieces fell uselessly to the floor beside him, chest tight and gaze fuzzy. It took him a moment to realize why. Tears were welling in his eyes, threatening to swallow him whole. He forced himself up, stumbling toward the bathroom as his sickness overtook him. He dropped heavily onto his knees, wanting to purge himself of every lingering touch and word rebounding in his skull. And yet he couldn't stop the thoughts from overtaking everything else.
'They can't actually care,' his mind mocked, 'They're too good to care. How long before they realize? How long before they decide they don't need me tangled in their web?' He curled up against the wall, digging his nails into his arms as a forlorn whimper escaped his throat. 'How long before I end up with nothing all over again?'
Chapter 8
Notes:
I couldn't leave it unresolved for you all so here's another chapter. Enjoy you wonderful readers
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"We're back!" Kaveh always announced himself when he got back to the house, partially out of habit and partially to actually inform Alhaitham he was back. Yet he was met with a dark house and silence, giving him pause.
"Is he not back yet?" Tighnari asked, peering around him as Kaveh stepped into the house, "That's not like him." It wasn't like Alhaitham at all. He was always the first one home, and if he wasn't then he usually let Kaveh know. But now there was silence, and it made Kaveh's skin crawl for a reason he couldn't decipher. Cyno pressed past him, crouching beside the door for a moment. A closer look revealed broken mechanics, and it took Kaveh a moment to realize what it was.
"Haitham?!" He nearly dropped the groceries on the floor as he hurried into the house, nearly running toward the scribe's room. Cyno collected the abandoned bags, setting them in the kitchen and out of the way before following Tighnari to help Kaveh's search. "He's not in his room or study," the blond said, sounding distressed.
"He has to be here somewhere," Cyno said, always the logical Mahamatra when trouble occurred, "or at the very least, there has to be some kind of clue." Tighnari let Cyno calm their boyfriend, sniffing at the air unconsciously. He could easily pick out the fresh scent of old paper and ink alongside a fresh, grassy breeze. Alhaitham's signature scent. He'd been here recently, probably not long before they came in.
'Then where did he wander off to?' He was about to start systematically searching the rooms when his ears perked up. It was a small sound, barely a rustle of clothing, but it wasn't coming from the pair with him. "Quiet," he ordered, holding up a hand. Cyno fell silent immediately, Kaveh staring at him for a moment.
"Is something wrong, Nari?" He waved him off for a moment, trying to focus on the small sound. He could barely make it out, but it was enough to draw his steps down the hall. Cyno and Kaveh trailed behind him, trying to remain silent as he chased the sound, eventually coming to the bathroom. He peered into the dark room, spotting the lanky form curled into the space between the toilet and the wall. Alhaitham looked pale, vaguely shivering as he sat there with his head burrowed into his knees.
"He doesn't look good," Cyno said slowly. Tighnari crouched down gently, reaching for the man.
"Alhaitham? Are you not feeling well?" the fox asked, "did something happen at the Akademiya?" He wasn't sure what he expected, but the near violent way Alhaitham wrenched back from his touch wasn't it. Neither was the near terrified look in his eyes, his gaze glassy and unfocused as if he were waking from a nightmare.
"Don't touch me," he hissed, teeth grit so hard Tighnari was sure he could hear them creak. Tighnari sat back on his heels, tucking his hands into his lap.
"Alright," he said gently, "No touching. Did something happen?" Alhaitham didn't seem to know where to look, his breathing rough and his gaze flickering around wildly.
"Did someone hurt you?" Kaveh asked, his own ruby gaze resting on the marks on the scribe's arms. Tighnari peered closer at them, the scratches thankfully shallow.
"No," Alhaitham muttered, though he didn't sound like he believed himself. His nails dug into his arm, catching the fox's attention. Self inflicted scratches then.
"Whoever it was, I'll end them," Cyno muttered, clearly seething with barely concealed rage.
"Haitham, clearly something happened," Tighnari said gently, trying to ignore the anger and nervous energy behind him, "We agreed to be honest with each other, didn't we?" Alhaitham pursed his lips.
"Yes," he eventually answered, sounding small and unsure. It reminded Kaveh of when Alhaitham was younger. Before they'd both become adults and Alhaitham had hardened.
"Then, will you tell us what happened?" For a long moment Alhaitham looked like he might fight them on it, but then he deflated.
"Okay," he said slowly, releasing a tight breath through his nose. "Could we..." He trailed off, gaze flickering away as if he was suddenly unsure of himself. It was jarring compared to the usual confidence he showed.
"Could we what?" Tighnari asked gently. Ever the soft, guiding presence for those around him. "You can ask us anything." Alhaitham took a slow breath, his composure seeming to return to him.
"We shouldn't have this conversation on the floor," he said, his sharp drawl a bit too stiff to fully seem natural. Yet he seemed unable to fully ask for anything, turning it into a statement instead.
"Quite right," Tighnari said, offering a hand, "let's get more comfortable, shall we? Maybe settle into bed and-"
"No," the scribe said sharply, immediately closing off. His expression was cold and dark, burning angrily. Tighnari blinked, startled but not fully put off.
"Is there somewhere else you'd prefer?" the fox asked, genuinely confused at the sudden irritation. Alhaitham scowled and dragged himself upright, his posture shaky but screaming a warning not to touch.
"If that's what you're playing at with all that fake concern, you're chasing the wrong trail," the scribe said sharply. Tighnari's ears flattened a bit as he stood, tail flicking restlessly.
"Playing at? I'm not playing at anything," the fox said.
"Someone clearly upset you," Cyno interjected, "we just want to know why."
"So you're trying to say that this whole relation isn't intending to end with us in someone's bed then," the scribe hissed. Tighnari blinked, cocking his head slightly while Kaveh sputtered. The fox wanted to ask where this had come from. Did he feel rushed suddenly? Pressured? Had they been too insistent with their relationship? It was Cyno who stepped forward, looking up at Alhaitham with a stern gaze. Tighnari couldn't be more grateful. He felt too flustered to take the lead himself.
"Would you even be interested in something like that?" the man asked firmly, tone just a touch commanding. Just enough to rile the scribe into responding on impulse.
"Does that matter?" The silence that followed was so tense they could have heard a pin drop. Alhaitham's mouth opened slightly, the scribe seemingly surprised with the loaded gun he'd just dropped in front of them. Cyno's gaze darkened, electro sparking along his skin with his anger. Tighnari was angry right alongside him, wanting to sink his claws into whoever had twisted the man's mindset in such a way. Yet it was ultimately Kaveh who drew their attention. The blond was teary eyed and near distraught, one hand nearly clamped over his own mouth.
"Archons, did we...? Did someone else...?" Kaveh cut off with a shuddering breath, looking visibly ill at the mere thought. He darted forward, breaking the invisible barrier that had been erected and holding tight to the scribe. Alhaitham froze, hands hovering but expression lost and uneasy.
"What're you crying for?" the man asked, trying to sound annoyed and failing miserably.
"I'm sorry Haitham," Kaveh murmured, still clinging to the other's frame, "I'm sorry." His continued mumbled apologies for something he didn't know the full details of, but Kaveh had always been too empathetic for his own good.
"Who?" Cyno asked, "I'll hunt them to the ends of the earth myself."
"Forget it," Alhaitham said, "it doesn't matter."
"It does matter!" Kaveh shouted, flipping from saddened to enraged on a dime, "How dare someone! If I ever get my hands on them I swear." He flexed his fingers, aching to cleave whoever had done this in two.
"Let us sit," Tighnari requested, "and talk. We want to help because we care about you."
"Do you?" The words escaped before Alhaitham could consider them based on his startled expression. He hadn't meant to voice that uncertainty.
"Of course we do," Tighnari said, suddenly angry. They'd come so far lately. Whoever had broken their easy peace was going to have explaining to do. "I know I certainly do with how much you live rent free in my head. I can happily share said daydreams if you don't believe me, though there's quite a few."
"Alright," Alhaitham said, scowling, "alright. Let's sit and...talk I guess." Kaveh wasted little time pulling Alhaitham along, guiding them all to the architect's room and nearly tackling him to the bed. Alhaitham let out a low hiss but Kaveh simply clung to his arm like a petulant child. Any closer and the man would probably be in Alhaitham's lap.
"So, who was it?" Cyno pressed again, settling on the edge of the bed with Tighnari. The fox understood, not wanting to overcrowd the other man.
"We did promise honesty," Tighnari added, watching Alhaitham cave just a fraction. The scribe sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"My ex popped up," he said eventually, huffing, "I thought he'd gone and left Sumeru for good but apparently not." Another sigh, heavy and uneasy. "He's always been one who didn't take no very well. I don't know what else he expected, showing up like this after years."
"Did he ever hurt you?" Tighnari asked, worried now.
"He wasn't the type to beat someone if that's what you mean," Alhaitham said, "not that people really ever deny him I guess. If his reaction to being pushed away was anything to go by at least."
"So he forced himself on you?" Cyno asked darkly.
"He kissed me. I hit him with a dendro mirror," Alhaitham said with a shrug. Tighnari couldn't help but growl, fur fluffed up in annoyance. "then he ran his mouth about how I belong to him. Which-"
"He what?!" Tighnari was on his feet before he could stop himself, baring his fangs. He was going to gouge this man's eyes out, whoever he was. "You are a person, not some toy! No one gets to claim someone like their property. Especially not some slimy little-" He cut himself off at the wide eyed stare the scribe was giving him. All at once he flushed, ducking his head. "Ah...I got a bit riled up. Sorry." Cyno chuckled at his irritation, shaking his head before turning back to Alhaitham.
"Whatever he told you, it's lies," Cyno said firmly. Alhaitham opened his mouth to protest and the man cut him off. "I don't need to know what he said. You're just fine the way you are. And anything he said otherwise is a lie."
"I'm not-" Alhaitham started.
"You don't have to be anything," Cyno said, reaching over to squeeze the scribe's cheeks. Alhaitham let out an indignant protest, though he didn't seem overly put off by it. If anything some of the tension drained from his body. Cyno's brow furrowed suddenly, an annoyed frown on his lips. "Did you ever sleep with him, or anyone else really, because you wanted to?"
"Why would I?" Alhaitham asked, cocking a brow, "It wasn't exactly a mind blowing experience to begin with." Cyno snorted despite himself.
"Sounds like he was not only a sub par human, but a sub par lover as well," the man quipped before his voice lowered, "but just know, if you ever want to, I'm sure we can give you a much more pleasant experience Haitham." The taller man shivered slightly at the statement, huffing a bit even as he flushed.
"I'll...keep that in mind." At that Cyno nodded, herding them further up the bed and reaching for Tighnari. They managed to arrange themselves easily, a tangled mess of limbs that seemed needed at that moment based on how tightly Alhaitham held onto them. In that moment Cyno realized two things. The first was that whatever deep rooted lies Alhaitham had been told in the past would take time to unravel.
The second was that if he ever ran into the man's ex, he'd destroy them.
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Cyno strode through the halls of the Akademiya with purpose, the tiled floor chilly against his bare feet. Scholars scurried aside as he passed, watching the general pass by with a small touch of awe. He didn't pay them any mind, a bundle of files under his arm reminding him of his task. He could have had someone else deliver them, but it was an excuse to visit one of his partners as well as stretch his legs.
He was just about to knock on Alhaitham's office door when he caught sound of a voice. 'Is he in a meeting?' Cyno wondered, 'The front desk said he didn't have any more today.' He leaned closer to the door, trying to make out the words from the energetic sounding voice. 'Someone trying to pitch their project maybe?'
"You know Hai, I'm starting to think you don't actually have a partner after all," the person said.
"Do you not understand the words 'get out'?" Alhaitham drawled, sounding annoyed. Yet Cyno could barely make out the panic threading through his rough tone.
"Not that I'm surprised. Book nerd doesn't really draw the eye nowadays and you definitely don't have anything else going for you." Cyno felt his eye twitch, gaze narrowing. It had been a few days since Alhaitham's breakdown. A few days of slowly drawing out the lies seeded into the scribe's mind. Even then, Cyno knew there was more to the story, more they'd have to unravel during their relationship to get to the root of it, but they'd get there. They'd rewire every messed up thing he'd been made to believe.
'That has to be our mystery ex then,' Cyno thought. They'd never managed to get a name out of Alhaitham, and Cyno had already planned to research on his own, but the opportunity was right in front of him. He straightened, making sure his helmet was in place before gripping the handle and entering.
Alhaitham was seated at his desk, eye twitching as he glared down at the files on his desk. He was clearly trying to ignore the other man in the room, though based on the way his jaw clenched he wasn't succeeding. The other man jumped, looking up from his place in the chair across from Alhaitham with an expression that screamed guilt.
"General Mahamatra, I don't recall having an appointment with you today," Alhaitham said slowly, glancing up at him with an expression of confusion and relief.
"I had some things to drop off," Cyno said, holding up the files as he approached, "Gave me an excuse to get out of the office for a bit. I didn't mean to interrupt." The other man jumped up from the chair, offering it up.
"No interruption," the man said, "just some friends catching up." Cyno paused to stare at him, setting the pile down.
"And you are?" he asked, tone like ice.
"Ah...A-Adeel, sir."
"I'll try and remember that." Or rather he would absolutely remember that. That name would live permanently in his brain. He turned back to Alhaitham, fingers twitching with the urge to smooth out the irritated wrinkles between his brows. But that would be too much right now. "Some of those need to be signed off on for me to take back to the Mahamatra."
"Take a seat then," Alhaitham said, waving a hand toward the empty chair, "I'll take a look." Cyno nodded, shifting to sit gracefully on the corner of the desk instead. Adeel stared at him, as if unsure how to take the sudden shift of tone in the air. Cyno knew he commanded an air of authority despite his small stature, perched on the desk of the Grand Sage as if he owned the place.
"We should grab lunch when you finish with those," Cyno said idly, looking down at Alhaitham and pointedly ignoring the other man in the room, "I assume you didn't eat this morning knowing you."
"I wasn't hungry." Alhaitham's statement was half distracted, too busy scanning the documents before him, but Cyno saw the way their third wheeling companion shifted. Cyno inwardly smirked, gaze narrowing as if challenging the other. They hadn't agreed to go public with their relationship, but Cyno was sure he could toe the line without fully crossing. Especially to drive off the other. He reached over to pluck the book from Alhaitham's lap, the scribe flinching in surprise. "Watch it," he retorted, glancing up at Cyno.
"I'm not going to lose your place," Cyno promised, careful as he opened the book, "just curious what caught your eye today. It's not the same book you were reading the other day."
"I'm surprised you remembered." Cyno hummed, folding one leg over the other and leaning back on his hand.
"I remember everything." Alhaitham hummed, gingerly nudging his hand aside to free one of the files. Cyno could practically hear the steam escaping Adeel, pleased as punch as he skimmed the book he'd picked up. Yet he had to applaud the man's ability to keep his cool, that smile still plastered on his face. He refocused on Adeel, studying him. "I apologize again for interrupting, but you should probably get back to your research. I imagine these files will take a while. Not to mention some of them are classified information." Adeel jumped, as if he was surprised he was being spoken to.
"O-Oh, right! Sorry, general. I'll see myself out." He hurried for the door, rushing the longer Cyno surveyed him. "We can catch up another time Hai." Alhaitham made a face as the door clicked shut. This time Cyno didn't resist reaching over to soothe fingers over his tense features.
"I was right. He is sub par," the general commented.
"I'm not surprised you put two and two together," Alhaitham said, sighing as he rubbed a hand over his face, "you may as well have told him we were together with that act."
"We never agreed to that," Cyno said seriously, "but whatever he wanted to draw from that, he can." Alhaitham snorted, tentatively reaching to wind his arm around Cyno's hips. Cyno shifted closer, more than happy to be closer.
"I'm surprised you didn't murder him," the scribe mused. Cyno hummed in thought.
"Too many witnesses." Alhaitham gave a startled snort at the reply, shaking his head and pulling his arm back to continue reviewing the files. "Those aren't all that important, actually."
"Then why'd you say they were?" Cyno shot him a pointed look and the scribe sat back slightly. "Ah."
"I don't stand for his kind," Cyno said, frowning slightly, "If he won't back off on his own, I'll happily beat him off."
"And here I thought Kaveh would be the possessive one," Alhaitham scoffed.
"Tighnari doesn't like anyone lording themselves above another," Cyno said, "and I can't stand those who try to restrict another's freedom. Kaveh is less prone to confrontation, but no doubt he would have lost his composure if he'd overheard."
"You didn't have to intervene," Alhaitham said, taking his hand hesitantly, "though I...appreciate it." Cyno smiled, squeezing his hand.
"Any of us would have intervened," he said, "not because you can't handle yourself, but because we want to ease that burden however we can."
"Still getting used to that," Alhaitham admitted, "I'm not used to all of this."
"It's called being loved," Cyno said before he could think better on his choice of words. Yet Alhaitham only stiffened in surprise, not unease. "Now then, lunch. You need to eat."
"You're such a mother hen," Alhaitham said, rolling his eyes fondly, "but fine. I can afford to take my lunch break now." Cyno smirked, pleased with the outcome as he hopped down from the desk. Alhaitham went to meet him, leaning down to give the general a brief kiss.
"What's the special occasion?" Cyno asked teasingly.
"Just wanted to," Alhaitham replied with a shrug.
"Good," Cyno said, returning the kiss, "let's be on our way, shall we?"
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"Huh?! You met him?" Cyno winced at Kaveh's near shout, thumping a hand over the other's mouth. Tighnari shook his head, glancing around the Akademiya. Thankfully no one seemed to be paying them any mind.
"Tact, Kaveh," he chided, "but still...you're sure?"
"Very sure," Cyno said, letting the blond push away his hand, "Alhaitham essentially confirmed it himself. And he just felt...off. Like a user and a manipulator."
"We knew that already," Kaveh said, "he's lucky it was you he ran into and not me. I don't think I could have stopped myself from punching him."
"I must agree," Tighnari said, flexing his claws, "Just recalling what Alhaitham said...I think I would have scratched his eyes out."
"I highly considered it," Cyno said with a sigh, "but I wasn't about to get away with assault in the Grand Sage's office in broad daylight. What I don't like is how stubborn this guy is. No matter how many times he seems to get chased off, he comes back."
"We'll just have to do our best to keep the vermin away then," Tighnari said, tail swishing, "If this man wants to stick his nose where it doesn't belong, then he'll get what's coming to him. Not that our beloved scribe can't handle himself."
"He said he appreciated the intervention," Cyno said, "so as long as we aren't too overt about it, I don't think he'll mind."
"Just no publicizing without consent," Kaveh agreed with a grin, standing.
"Where in the world are you going?" Tighnari asked, looking amused.
"Well I just happen to have a new project I need passed through Haitham's review," Kaveh said brightly, "So what better time to pop in and see what he wants for dinner."
"Weren't you the one who just said not to publicize?" Cyno drawled.
"Then come with me," he said, "it could just be a pile of friends dropping off some paperwork and asking about after work plans."
"It has been a few days since we've all managed to get together again," Tighnari mused, standing and stretching, "lead the way Kaveh." Cyno shook his head but stood to follow as the architect all but bounded off down the halls. His excitement was infectious, and even Cyno found himself smirking as they approached the Grand Sage's office.
"Haitham! I've got something for you to look over," Kaveh announced as he pushed the door open, "I uh..." He stopped so quickly that Tighnari stumbled into his back with a noise of confusion. "What the hell?!" Cyno glanced around them, electro sparking along his skin. He almost wasn't surprised to see Adeel crowding into Alhaitham's space, the scribe's dendro energy building up around him like a warning. Neither man looked pleased, though Alhaitham's ire was clearly pointed at Adeel.
"Kindly step out of the Grand Sage's personal space," Tighnari said slowly, tone tense and tail fluffed up.
"You have an issue with the idea of two guys together or something?" Adeel asked, brow furrowing.
"Hardly," Tighnari countered, crossing his arms, "but this isn't the place for such things. Not to mention I can smell the disgust coming off of him in waves. Clearly he's less interested in all of this than you are." Adeel tensed, stance suddenly growing a dangerous edge as he stood fully and turned to face them. Kaveh skirted around the room, going to Alhaitham's side and speaking quietly in what Cyno could only assume was an attempt to check on him.
"You some kind of sniffer dog?" Adeel asked, stalking toward them, "Or do you think being an animal makes you better than the rest of us?" Tighnari bared his fangs, lowly growling as Cyno gently took his wrist. The other man only seemed amused, shaking his head. "Leave it to the fox to go feral. Why don't you scamper back into the desert and hole up in your burrow."
The crackle of Cyno's thunder was drowned out entirely by a sound like shattering glass, flashed of green surging around the room. It only took a moment to recognize the razor like shards, Alhaitham's dendro energy embedded in the walls and floor around them. One grazed Adeel on the shoulder, slicing through his clothes and nicking the flesh beneath. The man yelped and stumbled back, turning toward the desk with a furious expression only to be met with Alhaitham's looming form. The man's fury was palpable, dendro energy pouring from his body without restraint. More mirrors hovered around him, poised to strike like a dozen angry serpents.
"H-Hang on a second, Hai," Adeel tried, holding his hands up, "no need to be so e-" He jumped as a mirror sank into the wood at his feet, narrowly missing his boot and sparking from the close proximity to Cyno's electro energy.
"I'm only going to waste enough breath to tell you this once," Alhaitham said darkly, "You ever disrespect anyone in this room again and I hear about it, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again. I may not have wanted the title of Grand Sage, but I have no problem using it against imbeciles who don't know their place."
"Imbecile?! How dare you! I-" Cyno stepped back as Adeel tumbled back to the floor, Alhaitham's sword pointed at his throat.
"You will not insult any of them, ever again," Alhaitham said coldly, "Is. That. Clear." Adeel nodded quickly and Alhaitham stepped back, dismissing the blade with a flourish. "Then get out of my sight."
"M-Maybe we could just be civil and talk," Adeel started as he scrambled to his feet. Another dendro mirror lodged in the doorframe and sent him fleeing the office, leaving Tighnari and Cyno staring after him. Alhaitham's shoulders were tense, his dendro energy waning but not fully vanishing. Tighnari gave a gentle smile, reaching out a hand for the scribe and squeezing when the other took it.
"I have to say, I don't mind our Grand Sage defending my honor like that," the fox said with an approving smirk, "thank you."
"Would it be inappropriate to say that was kind of hot to watch," Kaveh piped up, perched atop the desk cross-legged, "like...you're unfairly sexy when you're mad."
"Is that why you always argued with him?" Cyno chastised, "because there are better ways to tell him he's pretty." All at once the tension in the room diffused, Tighnari giggling and Alhaitham sighing heavily with a small smile. "I'm glad you did something before I could. I have less authority than you in your office after all."
"I'll admit, it felt good," Alhaitham said, the rest of his dendro energy fizzling out, "hopefully he won't show his face again after that." Tighnari bumped his hip against the other, tail resting on the scribe's back.
"My absolute hero," he said dramatically, "Think we could convince you to leave early today?"
"There's...only twenty minutes left," Alhaitham said after a moment of thought, "Kaveh, just leave whatever you wanted me to look over on my desk. I'll check it over tomorrow."
"Who are you and what did you do with Alhaitham?" Kaveh joked, dropping the file on the desk and hopping down, "Skipping the rest of work. Very scandalous." The scribe rolled his eyes, scoffing.
"It's twenty minutes," he said, "And I finished everything else. You're being dramatic."
"Dramatic?! How dare you!" Immediately the pair began squabbling as Alhaitham locked up, Tighnari smiling at the scene and likely already planning their dinner. Cyno couldn't help but smile too, content to bask in how right everything felt in that moment.
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Alhaitham shut the door behind him, nose buried in the file he was looking over. It was written in Kaveh's looping script, a much saner proposal than he usually left behind. But something hadn't sat quite right, so he'd taken it home with him to ask Kaveh about. A quick glance confirmed the blond's shoes by the door, so he ambled toward his room without much thought. He turned the knob, pushing it open with his hip as he considered the file in his hands.
"Kaveh, about that proposal you left, I-" He only dodged the sudden projectile aimed at his head from years of combat practice, ducking aside and shooting a glare in Kaveh's direction. Sure, the blond had tossed things his way before, but he'd assumed they'd moved past that since the shift in their relationship. Yet when he met Kaveh's embarrassed red gaze and actually processed what was happening across the room, he couldn't help but wish he'd been struck.
"For the love of-you scared the shit out of me!" Kaveh's startled protest seemed to unfreeze him, surveying the blond's flushed face. He felt half possessed as his gaze wandered on its own, dragging down Kaveh's chest and abdomen, peppered with various marks. Down to where Tighnari locked eyes with him, looking over his shoulder from in between Kaveh's toned legs.
"Apologies," he said, snapping his gaze away from the sight and clearing his throat, "I didn't intend to interrupt. I'll discuss this later when you're less...occupied."
"You don't have to leave, you know," Cyno mused, lounging on the bed beside the pair. Alhaitham only briefly wondered how he'd missed him, pointedly keeping his gaze from wandering over the man by looking toward Kaveh's projectile. A pillow. Likely what had been close by.
"I think Kaveh made himself rather clear," he drawled.
"Don't give me that. You scared me half to death," Kaveh protested, "I acted on impulse. Be lucky that I only threw a pillow!"
"Kaveh, embarrassed? Now that's a new one," Tighnari cooed, tail swishing. Alhaitham glanced at it, noting that the fox was still dressed from the waist down. Unlike Kaveh, who was nude save for the button-up blouse hanging off his shoulders. "See something you like, Haitham?" His gaze snapped back to Tighnari's face, the fox staring at him hungrily. Like he was a piece of prey. "I'm sure Kaveh wouldn't mind you getting your hands on him. I certainly wouldn't mind. Or you're welcome to simply sit and watch if you'd prefer." Alhaitham pondered it for a moment, considering the idea of going to join them. Of getting his hands on Kaveh or Tighnari and riling them up. It had its own kind of appeal, but just as suddenly he found his mind wandering to an image of being seated atop the blond; his partners' hands eager to skim over his bare flesh. It was such a sudden thought that he startled, nearly dropping the file entirely as he tried not to turn bright red. He was positive he failed if the way Tighnari narrowed his gaze was any indication.
"You don't have to hesitate," Cyno said slowly, his calm, even tone like a soothing balm to his suddenly frayed nerves. The general held out a hand, all but beckoning him closer. He dropped the file aside, proposal forgotten as he chased after Cyno's siren song. His knees bumped the bed before he could process, letting Cyno tug on his wrist until he was sat between him and the others. The general was only wearing his shorts, but the amount of skin was barely less than his usual attire. It felt easier to focus on than the pair beside him. "Nari, I believe you were in the middle of something." The fox huffed out a laugh and turned his attention back to Kaveh, tail flicking.
"You alright with this still?" he asked, reaching a hand to take hold of the blond's member and squeezing lightly.
"You know I am," he grumbled, covering his face with a hand as he flushed red. Cyno hummed, one hand laying gently on Alhaitham's hip and squeezing. That hand was what kept him still when Tighnari nipped at Kaveh's hip and leaned in to swallow him down. Kaveh let out a strangled moan, sounding like he was moments from dying. It was such a raw, needy sound that Alhaitham found himself enraptured, taking in each tiny gasp and whine from the blond as Tighnari worked him over.
"I bet you want to know what it feels like," Cyno murmured, lips suddenly against his ear. He flinched slightly at the surprise, but the other seemed to understand he wasn't trying to get away. "They both have soft lips as I'm sure you know. And Nari is simply wicked with his tongue." It wasn't hard to imagine himself in Kaveh's position, Tighnari's lips stretched over his length as he sucked hungrily at the heated flesh. Cyno's hand slid to his thigh, the man humming in thought. "Or maybe you'd rather be in Nari's place." He turned his attention sharply toward Cyno, the general catching him in a heated kiss before he could try and refute his claim. His mind supplied the image, lips wrapped around Kaveh's cock as the blond moaned and squirmed. His own twitched in interest, heat flooding his body and making him shudder. Cyno's hands found his top, curling around the bottom and tugging in question. He barely managed to give a nod before the general was working the piece of clothing off of him, headphones tangled in the fabric and clattering to the floor where they stayed forgotten.
"Holy shit," Kaveh breathed, his ruby eyes staring at Alhaitham as if he were gazing upon one of the archons instead. The scribe shifted slightly, a bit self-conscious of his bare body before Cyno shifted. He found himself on his back, Cyno leaning over him with a hungered gaze. The man gave him another heated kiss before shifting down to his throat, nipping a few times before sinking his teeth in. A loud moan echoed through the room, breathless and needy and desperate.
It took him much too long to realize the sound came from him.
He forced his eyes open, meeting Cyno's smug gaze with a scowl of his own. The general chuckled, kissing him in apology. Cyno's kisses were addictive, sharp like the desert sun and full of spice. Yet even that couldn't keep his attention as Kaveh let out a sharp whine. He pulled back just in time to see the way the blond's back bowed from the bed, one hand tangled in Tighnari's hair and mouth hanging open. Tighnari's tail wagged happily, throat flexing to swallow him down and gaze glassy with want. Alhaitham found another embarrassing noise escaping his throat, Cyno's gaze heated as amber eyes raked over the scribe's form.
"Do you want something, Alhaitham?" Cyno murmured in his ear. The scribe glared at him, though it lacked any real heat. "Well? Use your words."
"Yes." The admission startled him, though Cyno seemed to be expecting it. His lips curled into a smirk, hand skimming down over Alhaitham's hip.
"I'm afraid you'll need to be more specific. Yes, what?" The scribe scowled at him, shifting before Cyno had the chance to react and flipping them over. Tighnari perked up beside them, suddenly on high alert. Alhaitham tried to ignore him as well as the stare Cyno was boring into his head, choosing to settle between the general's legs instead. A hand shifted his focus, Cyno tugging at his chin to make him meet the other's gaze. Gone was the sassy, playful heat. Instead, Cyno looked unsure. Concerned, even. "Are you sure?"
"I know how to give someone oral," he huffed, trying to pull back. Cyno held firm.
"I'm not asking if you're sure you can," Cyno said firmly, "I'm asking if you're sure you want to." Normally, Alhaitham might have shied away from such a thing. Sure, he'd been on both ends of the equation before, courtesy of a certain bastard ex. But in that moment he found he truly did want to. His hands itched to bare the general to his gaze. His mouth ached to swallow him down and see what kind of response he could drag out of him. Almost petulantly, he tugged on the leg of Cyno's shorts, staring him down.
"Yes." As soon as he spoke, Cyno's gaze darkened again. His entire demeanor shifted as if Alhaitham were lying with the general side of him and not his jokey, card-loving fool of a partner.
"I didn't mean to keep you then. Go on." He was suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes locked onto him, but his stubborn nature didn't let him back down. Not that he needed much encouragement once Cyno helped slide his shorts down and off. The scribe took him in hand, Cyno sucking in a strained breath as Alhaitham touched him. The general's skin was soft and flushed with heat, twitching in his hand and weeping slightly from the tip. He moved as if something had possessed him, aching to flick his tongue over the tip for a taste. Cyno let him explore, one hand curled in the sheets and the other carding through Alhaitham's hair. A few moments later those tanned fingers tightened, wrenching a moan from the scribe's throat as he tugged. "I thought you wanted to follow Nari's paw prints," Cyno said, voice low and rough, "Not simply be a tease."
"Cyno, I'm not sure if-" Whatever Kaveh had been trying to say was lost in Alhaitham's groan, pulling slightly against Cyno's hold. The general chuckled, scratching lightly at his scalp.
"Don't worry. He's more than willing," Cyno purred, "I can tell how much he wants to be a good boy for me. Isn't that right, Alhaitham?" He shuddered at the endearment, tugging again at Cyno's hold as a flash of heat surged through his veins. He felt like he was boiling alive, staring up at Cyno as if silently pleading for permission. It was a strange thing to process, but he couldn't be bothered to think about it at that moment. Cyno hummed, coaxing him closer. "Go on. Show me how good you can be for me." As if a switch had been flipped, Alhaitham found himself moving on autopilot as he guided Cyno's heated flesh into his mouth, lips tightening around the hardened length. Cyno gave a low groan, the sound sparking an almost desperate need through his body and urging him deeper.
"Don't choke yourself," Tighnari said sweetly, a hand sliding over his back when the scribe pushed too far too fast, "you have all the time in the world. Take your time." Another hand brushed over his hair, a quick glance confirming that Kaveh was sitting on his heels beside them, ruby eyes rapt with attention.
"Archons, you look..." The architect seemed to struggle for words for a moment, mouth partially hanging open.
"Beautiful," Cyno supplied, fingers trailing over Alhaitham's cheek, "You're being so good for us." Alhaitham shuddered, sucking harshly on the cock in his mouth. Cyno moaned low in his throat, hips twitching up without his say. Fingers trailed over the scribe's spine, the barest hint of nails as they trailed lower. He gave a startled jolt when those same fingers prodded at his hole, barely able to keep himself from accidentally biting Cyno.
"Easy, Haitham," the fox cooed, hand slipping away to pet over his spine, "If you don't want to yet, we won't. I would have just asked, but you seem preoccupied." He huffed through his nose, some part of him relieved even as his pride felt bruised by the coddling. Instead, he retaliated by sucking Cyno deep, the general groaning as his hand tightened its grip on his hair.
"Alhaitham," Cyno groaned in warning. The scribe perked up at the change of tone, ignoring the attempt to drag him off with a growl. Instead, he pulled against the other's grip, pressing as close as he could manage and swallowing. The general let out a strangled moan, body twitching closer as he released. He swallowed it down, feeling oddly satisfied as Cyno slumped back against the bedding. Alhaitham sat up, salty fluid smeared over his lips. "Hah...sorry," Cyno groaned, face flushed and gaze unfocused.
"You can spit it out," Kaveh said hurriedly, "You don't have to-" Alhaitham swallowed reflexively, the last of Cyno's release sliding down his throat. Kaveh stared at him, face flushed as red as his eyes.
"You're unfairly good at that," Cyno commented, pushing his hair from his face.
"I'm a man of many talents," Alhaitham quipped, voice a bit rough from the abuse to his throat. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining." Cyno chuckled darkly, hands skimming over Alhaitham's thighs before shifting to press his own thigh up into the scribe's groin. He jolted, a shaky breath escaping him as Cyno smirked.
"And I don't hear you complaining now," he said, pulling at Alhaitham's hips as if he wasn't nearly twice Cyno's size. "Kaveh, why don't you get a taste. You've been so patient after all."
"Archons." Kaveh reached out, pulling Alhaitham close to kiss him desperately. The sweet taste of the blond's lips coupled with Cyno's insistent pressing and the skim of Tighnari's claws against his skin proved to quickly be too much, his body shuddering as his brain went white.
"Did he just-?" Alhaitham slumped toward Cyno, the general's strong hold the only thing keeping him relatively upright. He felt suddenly drained, panting harshly into Cyno's throat. He could hear his partners talking around him, but his mind was too fuzzy to truly make out the words. He let Cyno guide him to the bed, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. Someone coiled up at his front, soft and supple against his fingers. He made a questioning sound, trying to pry his stubborn eyes open.
"It's okay. Rest," Tighnari said, tail curling over his bare hip. When had he lost his pants? Tighnari kissed at his jaw gently, the soothing scent of the earth wafting around them. "You're safe here. Rest." And before he could even think of disobeying, he slipped off into sleep.
Chapter 12
Notes:
Sorry this took so long. I've been dealing with some things and ended up trashing and rewriting this chapter at least a dozen times. I hope you enjoy.
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When Alhaitham woke, surrounded by heat and caged in on all sides, his brain immediately went into high alert. He kept his eyes closed, listening to the breathing around him as he tried to determine where he was. To determine what was happening and why there was so much skin pressed against his own. Which led to a whole other train of thought and-
"You're thinking too loud." Kaveh's sleepy voice immediately released the tension in his body, the hand against his arm squeezing gently. He cracked an eye open, catching sight of his blond roommate over Tighnari's head. The fox was curled into his front, face smooshed into Alhaitham's chest and ears tickling his chin. A tanned arm was draped over his waist, confirming that Cyno was behind him.
"You're awake." It was Cyno who finally spoke, a chin hooking over the scribe's shoulder. "I hope you slept well."
"It was...fine," he said slowly. Kaveh grumbled at the noise, shifting to bury his face in the pillow. "I shouldn't be surprised you're the first one awake."
"It's a habit," Cyno said, "besides, it's still incredibly early in the morning. I woke because you did." Alhaitham shifted slightly, glancing at the window. Dawn had yet to even break, the world dark outside. "How are you feeling?"
"Warm," Alhaitham said, "and...uncomfortably bare."
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
"I don't have amnesia, no." Cyno gave a disapproving hum, nosing at his neck. A silent urge to continue. "I apologize for ending your fun prematurely."
"So that's where your mind is," Cyno said, sounding much more relaxed than Alhaitham would have expected. The arm around his waist tightened, Cyno's hair brushing over his bare shoulder. "I'll have you know that I enjoyed our fun immensely. And I very much look forward to a repeat performance in the future."
"Hmph. I hardly see what was so fun about it on your end." Cyno chuckled, voice low and rough against his ear.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" the man challenged. Alhaitham shifted, finding the general's mischievous gaze.
"Maybe I do," he said, "I'm sure you expected a bit longer to play around last night."
"I expected nothing," Cyno said simply, catching him in a kiss, "but you certainly gave us quite the show. Besides, I got to know exactly what riles you up. I never expected our Grand Sage to enjoy behaving for his partners so thoroughly, but it made me want to spoil you. The only regret I have is not getting a chance to see you blissed out of your mind. But there's always time, isn't there."
"I would have figured passing out in the middle of such a thing would have killed the mood," the scribe commented. Cyno huffed a laugh, one hand cheekily slipping over Alhaitham's stomach. He nearly stopped talking, groin stirring in traitorous interest. "Not to mention nearly crushing you."
"Not in the slightest. Though, I think you underestimate my strength if you think you'd crush me." Cyno pulled him into a teasing kiss, full of mirth and lacking any sort of judgment.
"Cy, that's not fair." Alhaitham nearly jumped out of his skin when Tighnari spoke, fangs nipping his collarbone. "You had him all to yourself yesterday. You need to share." Cyno scoffed, sounding not at all sorry.
"Too loud," Kaveh groaned from behind Tighnari, pushing himself partially up, "What are you even ta-" He stared at them for a moment, mouth hanging open. "Already?!" he squawked, "isn't it a bit early in the morning to be jumping him?" Cyno rolled his eyes.
"I was hardly jumping him," he replied, "just ensuring there was no doubt about last night." Kaveh blinked, mouth opening and closing for a few moments before he shifted focus to Alhaitham.
"You're okay, right? We didn't push you too far or anything?"
"What are you, my wife?" the scribe muttered, flushed slightly at such doting concern. "I'm fine."
"Kaveh is definitely the mother hen," Tighnari said, "nothing we can do about that."
"He was nearly beside himself when you passed out," Cyno said, smirking, "like a chicken with his head cut off."
"Are you seriously making jokes right now?" Kaveh gasped.
"I know, I'm clucking hilarious." Alhaitham let out a low snort, shifting to get out of bed. Tighnari lunged after him, wrapping his arms around the scribe's waist.
"Do not leave me here with these two," the fox said, twisting free from between the two bickering males. "I'll make breakfast." He glanced over at the pair, considering his actions before standing and scooping Tighnari up. Almost immediately Kaveh gawked at them, Cyno watching them slowly as Alhaitham headed for the door. "Play nice boys," the fox teased, "looks like I'm the wife now." The scribe snickered at Kaveh's indignant noise, letting the door shut behind them.
"He's going to be whining now," Alhaitham commented, changing course for his own room to get clothes, "you realize that."
"Aw, worried about your other wife?" Tighnari teased, nuzzling up into his neck, "Maybe I should get us a pair of matching dresses. Really sell it."
"No wonder people call foxes troublemakers," Alhaitham said, setting him down and grabbing some clothes to finally cover up. Even though Tighnari's eyes on his back didn't disgust him, it still made him feel oddly vulnerable.
"Just pushing my luck," the fox said, "besides, you don't seem to oppose it." He scoffed, pulling his top on. He nearly jumped when Tighnari's arms wrapped around his waist, saved only by the smell of fresh earth that accompanied it. "I can stop if you'd prefer."
"What? Are you shy now?"
"No. But I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I like testing what you might be interested in, but I don't want to push too far past the boundaries. Testing the unknown is one thing, but trying to knock down preconstructed limits is unacceptable."
"You're starting to sound like this is an experiment." He turned to glance at Tighnari, the fox smiling up at him. He'd stolen some clothes for himself, the items much too large on his slim frame.
"In a way, it is," the fox said, "every relationship is an experiment of sorts. Finding what works and refining the tests until it either becomes a near-perfect procedure or is dissolved for something else. In our case, we had a design that worked but added a new variable, and now it's becoming something more beautiful than we could have ever expected."
"I didn't realize you were a linguist," Alhaitham said.
"Only when talking to someone I love," Tighnari replied, tail flicking, "And it's clear you're apprehensive about all of this. Not that I blame you. You came from a mentality that someone else forced upon you, and now have to learn the whims of not one but three partners. It proves how smart and adaptable you really are."
"I'm not Kaveh. Flattery won't get you anywhere." Tighnari grinned brightly.
"I know. But that makes it more fun." The fox turned on his heel, tail flicking Alhaitham's arm. "Now come on. Breakfast time."
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The heat weighed heavily over Avidya Forest, Tighnari wiping his forehead on the back of his hand. He looked back down at his journal, the scribbled notes growing hazy as his focus waned. The mushrooms he'd been studying sat forgotten on the tree stump beside him, ears drooping with exhaustion.
'These aren't getting finished today it seems,' he lamented, shutting the journal and stretching, 'This kind of heat should be illegal...' His ears perked up as the sound of footsteps approached, one swiveling in the attempt to determine the direction.
"Um...Tighnari?" He relaxed a bit at the sound of Collei's voice.
"Yes, Collei? Is something wrong?" He went to push himself to his feet. "It must be fairly important for you to come all the way out here to get me." Collei gave a small sniffle, and that was all Tighnari needed to know something was wrong. His fur stood on end, dendro energy sparking through his body. He whirled around, already reaching for his bow. But the sight of Collei caged between four armed men was enough to stay his hand.
"I-I'm sorry," she said, on the verge of tears.
"You don't need to apologize," Tighnari said, gaze flicking to the man who seemed to be in charge. They were covered in scars, clearly some sort of hired hands or bandits. "Surely you could have simply come to talk, rather than abduct someone."
"Had to make sure you wouldn't get too trigger happy," the man said, "We've been paid quite a bit of mora to make sure you end up where you need to be. You come quietly, and there's no need to hurt anyone."
"Why me?" The man chuckled.
"That's not important," he said, "Now, remove your weapon and your vision."
"Or what?" The man held up a blade, Collei's form shivering as the metal touched her neck. Tighnari held up his hands, tail shifting in agitation. "Alright. I hear you loud and clear. There's no need to be rash."
"Drop the vision," the man said simply. The fox sighed, slipping one hand down to his belt. He untied the object with practiced ease, twisting the cord around his claws. He held it out, letting it slip free and tumble to the grass at his feet. Immediately the men relaxed a bit, the man in charge lowering the blade slightly. "Good. Now the bow."
"Don't," Collei started. Tighnari didn't respond, carefully slipping the weapon off and putting it down. He kept holding his hands up, trying to look unthreatening. Two of the men shifted closer, nudging the weapon and vision away.
"You can let her go now," Tighnari said firmly, "You're only being paid to get me, so she's no longer a use for you."
"On the contrary, she's the best tool to ensure you won't misbehave," the man said, "but we'll make sure she's well taken care of. Now come here and cooperate." The fox's tail lashed slightly but he complied. The hired men seemed to think they had the upper hand, barely paying him much mind as he approached. His ear twitched, glancing at Collei with a look she immediately understood. She gave a tiny nod, body tensing as Tighnari slipped off his gloves.
'Never underestimate a forest ranger,' he thought to himself before lunging. His claws caught the flesh of one of the men's cheek, tearing deep and spraying blood over his hand. The man reeled back, yelling loudly as he clutched at his face. Tighnari twisted to slam his shoulder into the sternum of the man holding Collei. "Now!" he called to her. Collei twisted away, a bloom of dendro energy tearing across the area around them. He shoved her away from the group, narrowly ducking away from someone grabbing at him. "Run, Collei!"
"But-"
"Now!" She ran toward the tree line, sprinting out of sight with a speed that made Tighnari proud. He kept the hired men's focus on him for as long as he could manage, clawing and biting at anything he could reach like a rabid animal. It was inevitable that he'd be overtaken eventually, but he made sure to get as many blows in as he could before he'd been shoved face down into the dirt. A hand closed around the back of his neck, keeping him still as the leader knelt down.
"You shouldn't have done that," he said lowly, "We were told to bring you in, but they never said what kind of condition you had to be in."
Alhaitham stared at the document on his desk, rereading the same passage for the fifth time. His focus was waning rapidly, something akin to unease prickling at the back of his neck. He trusted his instincts enough not to write it off as nothing, but that didn't help explain what was wrong.
He got his answer barely an hour or so later when a loud clatter sounded out in the main room. He flipped off his music, turning his attention to the sound of someone yelling. He heaved an annoyed sigh before standing from his desk and striding toward the door.
"You can't just barge in of the Grand Sage, miss," someone was saying. The person's response was muffled and inaudible, though high pitched and ringing with panicked emotion. Alhaitham grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, the pair of researchers jumping as he stepped out.
"Grand Sage! We didn't mean to bother you. We were just telling this young girl that you were too busy to handle every little request passed your way. A-And-" Alhaitham tuned out whatever else the man was saying, turning his attention to the small figure between the pair of researchers.
"Collei? What brings you all the way to the Akademiya?" As she looked up, he immediately knew something was wrong. He'd only met Collei a few times, but she was always chipper and determined and aching to learn and explore. To see her now, hair messy and tangled with branches and eyes red and puffy, he immediately knew something was wrong. She was panting harshly, trembling and white knuckled as she clung to something in her hands like a lifeline. "Are you-" He didn't manage to finish before she lunged at him, clinging to him the way Kaveh might when he was too drunk to stand. He brushed off the unease crawling over his skin from the contact, awkwardly patting her on the shoulder. "I'll handle this. Next time, try not to cause such a ruckus right outside my office door."
"S-Sorry sir." He ushered Collei inside, locking the door so they wouldn't be interrupted.
"Collei, what happened?" She sniffled, pulling back and wiping at her face. The green jewel in her hand glimmered, a vision that clearly wasn't her own clutched in shaking fingers. Her next words made his blood run cold.
"Tighnari," she choked out, "H-he...he got taken."
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"Huh?! Are you insane?" Alhaitham let out an annoyed sigh, barely restraining his irritation from boiling over. He turned to face Kaveh, the blond red faced and furious as he stalked closer. Yet for once he didn't feel threatened by the sudden movement from another person. Kaveh wasn't mad at him. Just his decisions.
"As the Grand Sage, I need to handle this," he said, trying to keep himself calm and steadfast. Kaveh sputtered, grabbing the collar of his jacket.
"I don't care who you are," the blond hissed, "You can't just go running off on your own to handle archon knows what."
"Someone needs to stay with Collei," Alhaitham said, nodding toward the girl curled up on the couch, "besides, I've already contacted the Matra. I'm sure Cyno will get there before I do at this rate." Kaveh smacked his chest and Alhaitham noted the way his eyes were watering. With a fond huff he ruffled the other's hair. "Always so emotional."
"I don't get how you can be so damn calm with all of this," Kaveh said with a pout, voice cracking slightly, "With Tighnari..." He trailed off before he could finish, shaking his head.
"If I let myself lose my calm, I can't solve the problem in front of me," Alhaitham said slowly, Kaveh looking up at him, "And if I can't solve the problem, how can I expect someone else to?"
"That doesn't mean you need to do it alone," Kaveh protested. Alhaitham shook his head.
"That's why I contacted Cyno," he said, "I'd bring you too, but Collei needs someone here with her. If we rescued Tighnari only to find out that something happened to his precious student, he'd likely never speak to us again."
"Yeah, you're right," Kaveh said, wiping at his face, "I hate it when you're right."
"A shame I usually am then." Kaveh swatted at him again, though it wasn't as forceful. He took a deep breath before suddenly straightening, nearly headbutting the scribe in the chin as he reached for his hair.
"Here," Kaveh said, shoving something into his hand, "take this with you then. A-And you better bring it back!" Alhaitham glanced down at his palm, one of Kaveh's ornate hair pins neatly tucked between his fingers.
"Of course," he replied, carefully tucking it away, "You'd never keep your hair out of your face otherwise."
"Just...be safe," Kaveh said, shifting restlessly, "and don't go doing anything unnecessary." Alhaitham nodded, closing the distance to pull Kaveh into the hug the blond clearly needed.
"Cyno and I will be back with Tighnari before you know it," he said, "I'm thinking we should probably order in for dinner. I have a feeling our resident forest rangers will be ravenous." Kaveh let out a startled laugh.
"You really are food motivated," he mused, "go on. I'll play the housewife just this once, but you owe me." Alhaitham gave a rare smile and let him go, rolling his shoulders and falling back into focus as he left the house. After all, he had a rescue mission to complete.
"It's been quite awhile since we've been on a mission together like this," Cyno commented as Alhaitham approached him, the glaring heat of the desert bearing down on them like a ravenous predator. "I simply wish it was less...personal."
"It's not an ideal circumstance, no," the scribe agreed. He could see the ruins standing proudly in the distance, a few hired hands hovering by the entrance.
"You never did say how you determined where they were holding him," Cyno said, shooting him a sideways glance.
"Call it intuition." He had a hunch he knew exactly who their mastermind was as well, and he could tell Cyno was reaching the same conclusion. The General Mahamatra shifted, summoning his spear with a flourish and a crackle of electricity.
"My men will follow us at my signal," he said, "to take these bandits into custody. Our only focus is getting Tighnari out safely."
"I'm well aware." He drew his sword, still eying the ruins. "I better not be arrested if I end up doing more than knocking them out."
"You're the Grand Sage," Cyno pointed out, "I'd have a hard time prosecuting you for such a thing at all, let alone during a rescue mission." He cracked a small smirk. "Not that I would anyway. You're not the type to commit murder without reason."
"What a bold assumption." Cyno didn't reply, surging off over the sand with practiced ease. Alhaitham gave chase at a slower pace, boots unable to get the same traction Cyno did in his barefoot wraps. Yet it gave him time to prepare for whatever might lie in wait within those ruins. If his hunch was correct, and his hunches usually were, they were about to have an uphill battle.
The hired men guarding the entrance fell easily, crumpling to the stone floor like wet blankets as he and Cyno carved through them. The smooth stone of the ruin floor made it easier to maneuver, the structure stopping the blazing sun from sapping their energy. Cyno barely seemed fazed by the stifling heat even within the ruin, yet Alhaitham could already feel sweat slicking his skin and making it harder to keep his grip on his sword. No wonder Tighnari hated the desert so much.
They burst into the central room to a scene similar to the one Alhaitham had constructed in his mind. Nearly a dozen hired men were guarding the center of the room, a massive throne half illuminated through the cracked ceiling. Tighnari was kneeling beside it, bound and bruised but otherwise in one piece. And there, seated on the throne with a blade held under the fox's chin, was the exact person Alhaitham expected.
"Hai, my dear. You really did show up," Adeel said with a smile. Like they were old friends. "Seems that brain of yours is as clever as ever."
"Well, I did warn you," Alhaitham said, "I'd say this is a bit more than simple disrespect, so it's time I make good on that threat. I'll make sure to bury you in this ruin." Adeel only grinned, shifting his hold on the blade pressed to Tighnari's throat.
"I don't think you will," the man said, "I think you'll play nice as long as your little pet is in danger, won't you." Alhaitham glanced at Cyno, the man giving the smallest nod. They'd both assumed it wouldn't be so simple.
'Fine,' Alhaitham thought, 'Let the games begin.'
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Despite having prepared himself for what he'd have to do, Alhaitham still felt his stomach twist unpleasantly. But with that blade so close to Tighnari's throat, there weren't many other options. He shot another look at Cyno before dismissing his sword. Tighari made a low growl of protest, only serving to make Adeel press the blade closer and nicking the skin.
"You don't need him," Alhaitham said slowly, as if talking to a wild animal, "After all, it's me you want, right?"
"No points for that deduction," Adeel said, "but your little fox here will make you behave, won't he."
"Will he?" Alhaitham asked, swallowing thickly as bile rose in his throat. Yet he pushed it down. "After all, you were right. I found out I wasn't the only one he was with."
"H-Huh?!" Tighnari's startled noise did more convincing than Alhaitham could have hoped, taking the fox's surprise the wrong way. Cyno looked at Tighnari pointedly, their own silent conversation taking place without notice.
"Really now?" Adeel asked, leaning forward slightly, "with who?" Alhaitham jerked a thumb toward Cyno, the man going stiff.
"Along with a third," Alhaitham drawled, "turns out I was being played for a fool after all." Adeel sat forward, a smirk curling over his lips. 'Gotcha.'
"Did you finally come to your senses then?" the man asked. Alhaitham nodded despite himself. "Then why not just be rid of this one and move on then?" Tighnari hissed as the blade carved a thin line over his neck.
"Because it's hardly wise to kill the Mahamatra's lover," Alhaitham said, "especially when the rest of the Matra is simply waiting for a sign to move in." Cyno shot him a sharp look, electro energy sparking.
"Why would you-" His irate statement was cut off by Adeel's laugh, clearly entertained by the entire situation.
"Thought you had him trained, didn't you?" he asked Cyno with a sneer, "Hai, come here. Then, provided the Matra backs down, I'll let foxy here go back to his nest." Tighnari hissed, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Alhaitham barely took half a step forward when Adeel continued. "Uh uh. Lose the vision. I'm not that stupid, Hai." He glanced down at the vision at his hip, clipped a bit further back and half obscured by his jacket. Seemed Adeel was still cautious then.
"Fine." He reached down to unhook it, trying to ignore the panicked look in Tighnari's eyes and the unapproving glare from Cyno.
"Don't," the fox half whispered. Alhaitham didn't respond, holding the vision out to one side to lie it on the crumbling stone. Even Adeel didn't move, as if startled by the action. He lowered the blade, holding out a hand.
"Good boy," he said, "come here." Tighnari twisted in his binds, trying to free himself now that he was no longer at knifepoint. Alhaitham stepped past him, gritting his teeth as Adeel stood to take his face. "I knew you'd come back," he said smugly, "after all, you belong to me, don't you."
"Cyno, take him and go," Alhaitham said instead of responding, nodding toward Tighnari, "and I'd suggest keeping your heads down." What sounded like a threat to Adeel must have processed in Cyno's brain for its true meaning, the man nodding once, sharply.
"Fine."
"What? No! What do you mean, fine!" Tighnari was nearly thrashing as Cyno reached him, snarling like a cornered animal. "Alhaitham! Don't do this! Cy, say something!" Adeel laughed again, hand gripping the back of the scribe's neck to pull him down slightly. The sound nearly blocked out Cyno's response.
"Keep your head down, Nari."
The moment Adeel moved to kiss him the sharp scent of cut grass and damp wood flooded the area, brilliant green exploding to life around them. Adeel let out a sharp, startled yelp, unable to pull back very far as a whirlwind of dendro mirrors formed around them. The hired men called out in a panic, aware of the sudden raging storm that had taken up the central area of the ruin. Adeel managed to find cover behind the throne, giving Alhaitham the chance to back off without incident. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Cyno protectively holding Tighnari a safe distance away.
"You two alright?" He asked. Tighnari was staring wide eyed at him, likely still catching up with what had happened. Cyno looked the fox over before nodding once.
"We're fine," he assured, "thanks for the warning."
"You! H-How did you-" Adeel started as the mirrors came to a rest, "You took your vision off! I watched you do it!"
"Who said that was mine?" He summoned his sword, twirling the hilt in his hand. "If you're anything, Adeel, it's predictable. You only look at the details presented to you at face value. Perhaps you should have considered that all dendro visions look the same before leaving one behind. Or perhaps you should have realized I wouldn't be opposed to using it against you."
"So, is that...?" Cyno began, likely already putting the pieces together. Alhaitham nodded and the electro user reached out to collect it. "Here, Nari. I believe this belongs to you."
"So, what? All of this is some elaborate lie then?" Adeel seethed, "I have to admit, I'm surprised you finally learned how to lie to me. You were never good at it." Several hired men tried to lunge for them, but Cyno's electricity struck the sand harshly, holding them at bay.
"You're right," Alhaitham said, "I've never been good at lying. Too tedious and messy. But what better way to manipulate a manipulator than with half truths." Another bolt of lightning, catching a few men in the crossfire. Adeel jumped, clearly on edge. "After all, I did catch Tighnari with the Mahamatra and another. I simply failed to mention being involved at the same time."
"Y-You...the three in your office," Adeel said, eyes blazing with rage, "do you really think I'd let you go that easily, you little tramp?" A low rumble echoed through the ruin, the heavy stone door grinding shut. Adeel turned to the men he'd hired, pointing wildly toward their trio. "Kill all three of them!"
"Tsk. I hate ruins," Alhaitham grumbled, shifting to ready himself, "Are you able to fight, Tighnari?"
"Oh please," the fox said, summoning his bow. His vision was neatly back on his waist, glowing brightly with power. "I've taken heavier hits from wild animals. But you owe me big time for this mess."
"Kaveh's in charge of dinner," Alhaitham said idly, "We'll have to discuss any other plans on our way home."
"You think you're funny?" One of the hired men asked, raising a sword, "How bout you pay attention to the people in front of you!" A blur flashed past him before Alhaitham could even open his mouth, Cyno's spear tearing through the man's chest without an ounce of remorse.
"It's rude to interrupt people's conversations," he said sharply, glancing sidelong at Alhaitham with a look that said he was in trouble. He wasn't sure if the shiver that slid down his spine was concern or intrigue.
"Let's get this over with then," Tighnari said, "I've seen enough of the desert for a lifetime." The hired men charged, Alhaitham shifting to meet them.
'Let the battle begin then.'
Chapter 16
Notes:
I want to thank everyone reading for being extra patient during the month of November while I took on nanowrimo. This fic started as a silly thought concept that spiraled into one of my favorite fics to write, and I'm glad you were all here to enjoy the ride. This story may be coming to its end soon, but I'll be sure write another. I look forward to seeing you there.
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It was almost cathartic to fight alongside Tighnari and Cyno, the ruin awash with the scent of earth and ozone as energy cracked and surged across the sand. The brutes Adeel had hired were hardly strong on their own, but the sheer number he'd hired made it a touch overwhelming to manage. He and Cyno kept them at bay well enough, giving Tighnari the space he needed to fire barrage after barrage of arrows.
It was as he struck down another brute that he spotted Adeel running across the sand, fleeing toward the back of the ruin. Alhaitham's gaze narrowed, changing course from his latest target to track his newest one. They were surrounded, and the likelihood he'd push through before the slippery menace escaped was too low to chance it. He dismissed his blade, running toward Cyno as fast as the sand would allow him. The man looked up at the sudden movement, one brow quirked up in question.
"Cyno," he said, just loud enough to be heard, "I need a boost." Cyno glanced over his shoulder, spotting their fleeing target and nodding. He struck away one of the hired men, swirling his spear before lodging the tip just below the sand. A surprising response, but one Alhaitham had no trouble taking advantage of. He braced himself as the sleek metal met his boot, Cyno's strength propelling him over the blockade of thugs.
He slipped a bit as he hit the sand, resummoning his sword as he gave chase. Dendro mirrors swirled around him, whizzing toward Adeel just as he slipped around a corner. Alhaitham scowled, the next batch of dendro mirrors whizzing past Adeel to block his path of escape. The man stumbled back, narrowly avoiding the collision of glittering shards and whirling around to face him. It was almost laughable, seeing a man who used to unnerve him reduced to little more than a fearful mouse.
"You've run long enough," Alhaitham said, twisting the sword in his grip. It shimmered in the green glimmering lights of his dendro mirrors, giving him almost a touch of nostalgia. "It's time to end this."
"Y-You can't be serious," Adeel said, looking around for some form of escape route. The dendro mirrors shifted, sharp points all focused on his movements. Trying to run through them would be like running into a wall of knives. A death sentence. "Come on Hai. Th-This is going a bit far, isn't it?"
"Talking won't get you out of this," Alhaitham said calmly, "not this time."
"B-But we've been through so much together," Adeel said, giving a smile he probably thought was charming but fell horribly flat. "We could start over. Go anywhere and do anything we want." He took half a step forward. "Doesn't that sound nice, Hai?"
"When I was younger, your opinion was everything to me," Alhaitham said simply, "I used to think I needed you to be someone. But I learned a long time ago that your opinion meant less than dirt. And I learned recently that I never needed you. You simply made me think I did. That my options were your approval or loneliness." He flicked the blade up, the tip scratching the hollow of Adeel's throat. "Turns out, those were the same choice."
"So, what? You decided being a third wheel was preferable?" Adeel asked, gritting his teeth, "not even that. A forth wheel."
"Wheels tend to come in fours, yes." The other growled at the flippant response, tensing. "You're not going to form a wedge the way you're hoping to," Alhaitham said, "But if you intend that to be your last words, so be it."
"You won't kill me," Adeel said, "you can't." Alhaitham shifted the blade, nicking the skin. A single rivulet of blood slid down the metal.
"Try me." The sound of footsteps heading their way didn't phase him, already positive who would be coming into sight behind him. "General Mahamatra, perhaps you shouldn't be around to see this," he said idly. He heard Cyno scoff.
"On the contrary, this man is a clear threat to Sumeru," Cyno said, "kidnapping not one but two forest rangers? Plotting assassination on both the grand sage and General Mahamatra? Clearly he's a dangerous man and no one would bat an eye if he were killed in the process of capture."
"J-Just let me go," Adeel said, holding his hands up, "and I swear you'll never see me again. Have mercy, Hai."
"Cyno," Alhaitham said, lowering his blade a fraction. Adeel perked up, seemingly thinking he'd won before he continued. "Would his death cause you problems at work?"
"Hardly. If anything, you'd save me the paperwork." Alhaitham dropped the blade, taking a step back and staring down the man before him. Adeel barely opened his mouth, squeaking out a sound of protest before the dendro mirrors converged at the flick of his blade. The sound of shattering energy echoed around them, the mirrors driving deep and piercing into flesh and muscle alike without an ounce of trouble. Adeel's body jerked at the impacts like a puppet on tangled strings, collapsing to the floor in a heap. Alhaitham wasn't sure which mirror finished the deed. All he was sure of was that the body that dropped was already dead before it hit the stone.
The hand that touched his shoulder made him flinch, turning to looking into Cyno's amber gaze. The general gave a single nod of understanding, squeezing his shoulder. And just like that, he felt weightless. Like the dread and self loathing that had clung to him had finally let go. He knew it would still be somewhere in his mind, ready to rear its head, but in that moment it was docile.
"Let's get home," Tighnari said, smiling at him, "I don't know about you, but I could use a proper bath." Cyno let his hand drop, turning with a smirk that told Alhaitham he meant trouble.
"Don't foxes usually wash themselves with their tongue? Cause I know you're flexi-" He was cut off by Tighnari swatting him upside the head, the fox flushed red. It made him smile a bit at the reassurance that they'd return to normal after all.
"For that, you don't get to join me," Tighnari said, tail swishing, "Now let's go before Kaveh burns the house down." Cyno pouted but gave a small nod of understanding. Tighnari smiled, holding out a hand toward Alhaitham. Cyno gave a smirk of his own, holding his out alongside the fox's. Alhaitham shook his head at their playfulness despite the carnage around them. He took their hands, feeling both squeeze gently. He huffed in amusement, squeezing them back.
"Yeah. Let's go home."
Chapter 17
Notes:
Thanks for the patience everyone. These types of chapters always take a long time for me to write, but hopefully you'll enjoy. Next chapter will be the finale. It's been one hell of a ride.
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Alhaitham had known Kaveh would be riled up when they returned, but even he was caught off guard by the blonde nearly bowling them over before they'd even gotten inside. Kaveh was like a mother hen, fussing over Tighnari as if the fox were on the verge of death. Tired and battered for sure, but not so much so as to warrant such panic.
"We're fine," Tighnari soothed, tail swishing behind him in a show of amusement. Kaveh barely listened, turning to look over Cyno with a similar fervor. The general barely blinked, letting worried hands skim over his form searching for injury.
"Well, I'm happy to see you too," Cyno mused. Kaveh scowled at him, swatting the man on the chest.
"I was worried sick," he chastised, turning finally toward Alhaitham. But the scribe ducked away before he could get a hand on him.
"You're making a scene." At that Kaveh froze, seemingly finally aware of the people staring at their reunion. Torn between wanting to keep Alhaitham's privacy intact and his own need to assure himself the scribe was okay. Alhaitham sighed, reaching to curl a hand around the back of Kaveh's neck and pull him in for a kiss. The blond froze, flustered at the sudden act even as people around them murmured in intrigue. "Let's kindly take this inside."
"Anything to get out of the sun for a while," Tighnari said, taking the lead and heading for the door. Kaveh had left the door open in his haste and Alhaitham couldn't help but scoff at the slip. They barely made it inside before a flash of green pounced on Tighnari. The fox made a soft 'oof' sound, smiling down at Collei's head.
"Tighnari!" she cried, clinging to him like the fox would vanish if she let go. "I'm sorry!"
"Shush now. You did everything the way you should have," he said, "and I'm proud of you for making it all the way here by yourself. You did good." She sniffled, fingers tangled in his clothes and face buried in his chest. "Alhaitham and Cyno took care of everything, so there's nothing to worry about."
"And I believe we heard Kaveh ordered dinner," Cyno said.
"Ordered? You left me behind for the day and you think I ordered in?" Kaveh asked, sounding personally offended, "I had to do something with myself other than pull my hair out." Alhaitham glanced past him into the kitchen, spotting the nearly obscene amount of food that Kaveh had made scattered on every available surface.
"I helped cut the vegetables," Collei said, pulling back enough to be heard.
"She's a very helpful assistant chef," Kaveh said, smiling at her, "she even helped me pick them out at the market." The blond pushed his hair back from his face, gaze proud of what they'd accomplished. But it was the motion that sparked Alhaitham's attention. He reached into his pocket, smooth metal meeting his fingers before he pulled out Kaveh's hair pin. The blond froze; eyes locked on it. "You…you actually held onto it?"
"Collei, why don't we start getting everything ready to eat," Tighnari said quickly, shooing the girl into the kitchen. Alhaitham shrugged, passing it over. Kaveh took it, holding it as if it might suddenly bite him.
"It's not broken," Alhaitham said, crossing his arms and feeling weirdly self-conscious, "at least, not from what I can tell. I did end up having to use it to pull off one of the-" he glanced at Cyno, "-less solid parts of my plan." He could still feel the torn part of his shirt he'd rapidly altered to hide his vision. Annoying, but worth it.
"How did you know he'd give that to you?" Cyno asked, raising a brow.
"I didn't. But it certainly helped." Kaveh lunged at him, sending every muscle in the scribe's body into tense overdrive. Not that he'd hurt Kaveh, but instinct was hard to resist. Even if the blond had tried to cleave him in two, Alhaitham wouldn't have done much more than dodge. But instead, he found himself with an armful of teary-eyed architect, awkwardly patting his back.
"You better tell me everything over dinner," Kaveh said, "I want to know how reckless you three were so I know how mad to be." Alhaitham glanced over at Cyno, the general simply shrugging. Seemed like it'd be a long dinner then.
Dinner had been long and tedious, Kaveh infuriated by practically every event that had occurred during the rescue and Tighnari chastising Alhaitham for being so secretive about his plan. By the time they'd eaten and gotten Collei settled in Kaveh's room, Alhaitham was more than ready to curl up and sleep himself. But once he walked into his room to get undressed he was bluntly reminded that he wasn't going to be sleeping alone.
"We were waiting for you," Cyno said, smirking at him. He shook his head, nudging the door shut and approaching the bed.
"Were you now?" He knelt on the edge, willingly submitting himself to the whims of his three partners. Tighnari nuzzled up into his neck, ears tickling his jaw. Kaveh's hand found its way into his hair, Cyno laying claim by grasping at his hip.
"You don't have your headphones," Kaveh said, frowning even as his hand carded through the scribe's hair.
"He loaned them to Collei," Tighnari said, tail swishing, "we figured some music might help her sleep. Not to mention she shouldn't hear anything else with those on." It was a clear offer, the air between them all charged with tension. And yet no one moved. As if no one wanted to break the tension. So Alhaitham did it himself, turning to nudge Tighnari up so he could kiss him.
"I believe you said I owed you for the mess today," he said. The fox's eyes widened for a moment before narrowing with a playful growl. Cyno barely had time to brace as Tighnari lunged at him, bowling them both into the general's arms.
"That, and nearly giving me a heart attack," Tighnari said, fangs nipping at his throat, "when you took off my vision...I thought you'd decided to sacrifice yourself for me." Alhaitham hummed, slipping a hand around Kaveh's shoulder to haul him closer.
"Thank our resident architect," he said, "It would have been much trickier without that hair pin."
"You're a goddamn idiot," Kaveh grumbled before surging forward to press their lips together. Alhaitham slipped a hand into his hair, pressing him closer as if they were both starving men. Tighnari let out another little growl, pulling a hiss from the scribe as his fangs buried into his neck. A hand skimmed over his stomach, sliding under his shirt.
"So, is today a sweet submissive day?" Cyno asked, tone low in his ear, "Or are you feeling more feisty." Alhaitham pulled back from Kaveh, turning to shoot a sharp look at Cyno.
"Do I look like I'm aiming to be shy tonight?" he challenged. Cyno's lips curled into a smirk, free hand skimming down to his thigh.
"And how far are you willing to be pushed?" he asked. Alhaitham huffed, nudging Tighnari back to turn fully toward him. Cyno's kiss was as sharp as ever, demanding control in a way the scribe was all too willing to give.
"Push me to the end," Alhaitham shot back. Immediately Cyno's gaze sharpened with heat, sitting up straighter and gently pushing him back toward Tighnari.
"Nari, why don't you get him nice and prepped for us," the general said, slipping behind Kaveh. The architect yelped as a hand wormed its way into his pants, face flushed pink. "I'm sure Kaveh would love to have the first taste."
"He has been waiting the longest," Tighnari agreed, "but first things first. Clothes off, Haitham." He hummed, trying to ignore the way Cyno began undressing Kaveh to focus on himself. It didn't take long to peel his clothes away, the air of the room chasing away the cloying heat starting to simmer in his veins. The fox peeled his gloves off, clawed fingers skimming Alhaitham's sides as he settled him back against the bed. "Cy, you've got the lube I assume?"
"Of course." Tighnari caught the bottle tossed his way easily, the mere sight of it sending a shiver down Alhaitham's spine. The fox popped it open, tipping his head to one side.
"You're sure?" he asked gently. The scribe gave a single, decisive nod. Despite the nerves buzzing through his skin, it wasn't from unease but anticipation. He'd trusted these men with his life. He could trust them with this.
A low moan from Kaveh broke their own focus, the scribe peering over his shoulder curiously. Cyno had mostly pulled the blond's clothes off, and Alhaitham could see electro energy dancing lightly over his skin. He raised a brow, slightly surprised at the action. Cyno glanced up, smirking at him."Our little architect likes a little touch of danger sometimes," he said simply. Alhaitham's retort was cut off at the startling press of slick digits against his entrance, shuddering at the chilled lube against his heated skin.
"Don't be too mean to Kaveh," Tighnari chastised.
"I'm not," Cyno said, "just getting him worked up. Same as you Nari." Fingers pressed against the scribe's body, demanding entrance into the warmth that lay beyond. Alhaitham half expected pain, but there was nothing more than a low burning stretch. Like a lightly pulled muscle. It almost surprised him more than the actual touch, and something must have showed on his face before Tighnari frowned.
"You alright?" he asked, "I'm not hurting you, am I?" Alhaitham rolled his eyes, pulling Tighnari closer to kiss him.
"I'm not that easy to hurt," he said, hearing Tighnari's tail swish happily, "It's just been a while. That's all."
"As long as you tell me if something's wrong," the fox said. Alhaitham gave him a noise of acknowledgment, craning his head back to look at Kaveh and Cyno. Cyno wasn't paying him any mind, but Kaveh's gaze caught his. His eyes were burning with a barely contained hunger, capturing his attention despite Tighnari delving deeper into his body. He gave the blond a smirk, feeling surprisingly mischievous.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked. Kaveh's look darkened, pulling away from Cyno to hover over him. The architect leaned down, pressing a hungry kiss to his lips in lieu of an answer. Alhaitham reached up in turn, tangling fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He wasn't sure how long they stayed in that position, exchanging heated breaths and hunger that was finally being unleashed. But soon enough Tighnari pulled away, patting Alhaitham on the hip. He twisted, pushing up onto his knees to get a better grip on Kaveh.
"Looks like he's all ready for you, Kaveh," the fox mused. Kaveh pulled back, panting and red faced. Yet there was an apprehension in his eyes.
"Are you sure?" he breathed. Alhaitham moved before he could really think on it, pushing the blond back into Cyno's hold and clambering over him.
"If you insist on stalling, I'll do it myself," he said, getting comfortable and reaching back to take Kaveh in hand. The blond groaned, one hand gripping his hip like a lifeline while the other clung to Cyno's arm. Tighnari settled over his shoulder, clawed hands helping to angle the scribe before he pressed down. A sharp sting pressed through his nerves, quickly overshadowed by the hot pressure as Kaveh entered him. The blond gave a desperate whine, fingers flexing against his hips and digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise.
"Take your time," Tighnari soothed, running a hand down his side. He turned his head, claiming a kiss from the fox before shifting. He found he didn't want to wait, craving the slick slide of Kaveh's cock against his insides. Kaveh's voice broke as he cried out, hips jerking up to meet him. Alhaitham let him, too focused on chasing both of their pleasures.
"Beautiful," Cyno murmured. The scribe took in Kaveh's flushed face and dazed expression, sure he'd be haunted by that image for the rest of his life.
"He is," Alhaitham agreed. Cyno's hand gripped his cheek, tilting his focus up the the general's equally hungered gaze.
"I meant you," he retorted, drawing him in for a kiss of his own.
"I'm not...gonna last long," Kaveh groaned, "I'm sorry, I just won't. I've wanted this so long."
"Then let go." As if Alhaitham's permission was all he needed, Kaveh's hips jerked up and his nails bit into his hip. Warmth flooded his body, ripping his own orgasm from him with startling ferocity. He bowed in on himself, panting in the hopes of catching his breath. He caught Cyno watching him cautiously. Felt Tighnari petting over his spine. "You two-" Tighnari shushed him, swatting him with his tail.
"Take a moment," Cyno directed, "there will be time. After all, we have all night ahead of us."
Chapter 18
Notes:
Thank you all for joining me on this literary adventure. For now, this fic is over, but perhaps we'll meet again in the next one.
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Alhaitham sighed as he trudged toward his house, exhausted after a long day of work. He really hoped Nahida would finally appoint a new grand sage soon so he could return to his scribe position, but he was starting to doubt it. Despite the hassle, he was simply glad to be home. He nudged the door open, already mentally deciding what book he'd settle in with when something crashed into him. He stumbled back, looking down into mischievous eyes.
"Hiya!" Collei chimed, grinning up at him from the hold around his waist. He'd only met her a handful of times since Tighnari's kidnapping, but she'd seemed to grow attached to them rather quickly. Especially Kaveh. Alhaitham was still getting used to her excitement.
"Collei," he said with a nod, patting her on the back, "it's been a while. Not that I'm bothered by your being here, but what are you doing here."
"Apologies for dropping in so suddenly." Alhaitham looked up, a small smile creeping onto his face as Tighnari came into sight. "We had some business to take care of and decided to stop by. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course he doesn't mind!" came Kaveh's call from inside, "not that he'd ever say it. Now get in here!" Tighnari rolled his eyes fondly, grabbing Alhaitham by the wrist and pulling him inside.
"I insisted we could just pick something up, but Kaveh wanted to make something fresh," the fox said, tugging Alhaitham down by the collar to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"Ew! Master Tighnari, don't do that in front of me," Collei protested, making a face. Tighnari chuckled, ruffling her hair. Collei protested, ducking away from his hand.
"It's not like you've never seen Cyno do the same thing," he teased.
"It's still gross!" she called back, running back into the kitchen. Tighnari shook his head fondly, turning his attention back to Alhaitham.
"Speaking of, Cyno will be over as soon as he finishes his meeting at the barracks," he said, "I really hope you don't mind us just dropping by unannounced."
"I never had an issue with you dropping in unannounced," Alhaitham pointed out, "even when you were only dating Kaveh." He cocked his head, considering it. "Or even before that, really. At the very least Cyno has never had issues barging in whenever he pleases."
"I see you're taking the chance to gossip about me while I can't defend myself." Alhaitham huffed, not even bothering to turn around. Arms wrapped around his waist; smirking lips pressed against the scribe's shoulder. "Not that I can blame you. It's the only time you'd get away with it."
"I see your meeting didn't take long at all. And I'm the acting Grand Sage," Alhaitham quipped, "I think if anyone could get away with slandering the General Mahamatra, it'd be me."
"With me? I'm fairly sure you could all get away with it," Cyno mused, "but with the public, absolutely. Even then, you'd likely have people calling for your dismissal." Alhaitham cocked his head in thought.
"Now that might not be such a bad idea," the scribe said with a hum, "If all of Sumeru wanted a new Grand Sage…"
"Behave yourself," Tighnari chastised, "we just got ourselves out of trouble. Let's not go throwing ourselves into more until we need to."
"Granted, we'll fight tooth and nail if need be," Cyno said, coldly serious, "no matter where one of you gets taken, I'll travel to the ends of Teyvat to get you back. Even beyond Teyvat, if need be."
"And if we can't push through it, I'll be sure to find another way around the problem," Tighnari added with a smile, tail swishing behind him.
"You already know I won't hesitate to strike down anyone who gets in our way," Alhaitham said with a hum, feeling Tighnari chuckle against him.
"Our scribe certainly isn't a pushover," the fox agreed.
"Oi, would you three stop fluffing each other's egos for a minute?" They all looked up to see Kaveh watching them from the kitchen doorway, one hand balanced on his hip. Collei was giggling in the background, clearly amused by his exasperation. "You're going to scar the poor kid for life."
"Oh please," Cyno said with a scoff, shooting Collei a playful glare, "I see someone's already wrapped Kaveh around her finger."
"I hardly need any manipulation to know you three are being too much," the blond replied with a roll of his eyes, "From Cy and Nari I expect it, but you Haitham? How the mighty scribe has fallen."
"Well, I guess Cy and I will just have to keep him all for ourselves then," Tighnari said, shooting a mischievous grin toward Kaveh, "I guess you two can have all the fun you want while the three of us step out for the night, hmm?" Collei gasped, looking personally offended.
"But you and Cyno said you'd teach me more Genus Invocation!" she protested, leaping to her feet and running toward them. Tighnari broke away from their huddle to intercept her, chuckling even as Collei pouted up at him. "You promised!"
"Now, now, I was just joking," he soothed, barely holding back a laugh as he patted the girl on the head, "I would never go back on a promise. You know that." She whipped her head toward Cyno, wide eyed and pleading. Cyno hummed in thought, tipping his head to one side.
"Well, I did bring a few extra decks," the general said, "maybe you could even teach Kaveh a thing or two about proper play strategies." Collei gave an excited cheer while Kaveh's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me? I know I'm not winning any tournaments but I'm not that bad am I?" Tighnari made a face at the question while Cyno simply shrugged and headed into the kitchen with Collei trailing after him. Kaveh sputtered, giving chase. "Hey! Am I really that bad?" Tighnari turned to look back at Alhaitham, giving a helpless shake of his head before following. The scribe crossed his arms, lips quirking into a small smile. They were fools, but they were his fools. And he couldn't imagine wanting to live any other way.
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