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“Your wife has blonde hair, right?”
Huh?
Chilchuck’s hands freeze on the ties of his backpack. He and Marcille are alone for the moment in their little dungeon camp, Senshi and Laios having wandered off to forage for dinner. Izutsumi had also wandered off, though Chilchuck sincerely doubted that her activities were anywhere near as useful.
“Why the hell are you asking?” He replies, double checking his knots.
“I knew it! She does!”
Marcille was clasping her hands beneath her chin and looking at him with sly eyes. She chuckles to herself, and Chilchuck rolls his eyes. He ignores her, turning the backpack over to inspect the seams.
“You can try and hide all you want, but I’ll figure you out eventually!” She goads.
“Sure, Marcille,” He flips the backpack rightside up and sets it aside, turning his full attention to the elf girl for the first time, “She doesn’t, though.”
“But- are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure!” Unless she’s changed it since the last time he saw her… That thought unearths the old pain lingering next to his heart, however, and he shoves it down, refusing to give it voice.
“But,” Marcille said again, “The succubi…-”
“ That’s what you’re basing it on?” Chilchuck snorts, “Yours was blond, too!”
“Well that’s because-” She flushes and turns away, muttering “Never mind.”
“Maybe all succubi are blonde. You could ask Laios, once he gets back.”
They look at one another for a quick beat, before both murmuring “No.” and getting back to their respective chores.
* * *
It’s night now, or as close as one can approximate in the dim, unnatural light of the dungeon. Dinner had been made and eaten, and Senshi was just finishing washing his large round pot, scrubbing gently with clean sand to get the last bits of food off. Marcille had already set up her bedroll, and was gently combing out her hair before braiding it for sleep. There isn’t much said, there doesn’t have to be. The companionable silence sits snugly around them as they each prepare for bed.
After they’ve all settled down, Marcille already snoring, Chilchuck hears someone stirring.
“Hey Senshi,” It’s Laios. “I’m just going to go use the washroom.”
“Alright. Be careful.”
Laios hums in assent, and heads for the door. He passes close to Chilchuck’s sleeping roll, close enough that his toe catches on the blanket, tugging it a little. Chilchuck doesn’t move, and Laios doesn’t slow, but the signal has been broadcast and received.
After an appropriate interval, Chilchuck also rises, carefully pulling his legs from under a sleeping Izutsumi. He nods at Senshi, and mumbles something about also needing the bathroom. Senshi just nods back at him, whittling a little piece of discarded wood by the dim light of the dying fire. Chilchuck leaves quickly, not wanting him to see the flush crawling up his neck.
* * *
He follows Laios easily, his sensitive ears picking up the gentle breathing and shuffling of clothes. Laios is in a small antechamber, off of the main hall they were camping in. It’s chilly and dusty, damp as well. But it was secluded, and far enough away from the others to be private.
He’d feel more secure if everyone else was asleep while they did this, but it was important to always have at least one person alert and on watch. Chilchuck may be dumb enough to fraternise within his own party, but he’s not about to put all their lives in danger because of his bad decisions.
Chilchuck hesitates in the doorway, watching him. Laios looks up and smiles. He’s lit a small candle, and the flickering orange light plays off the bottom of his jaw, reflecting in his eyes. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, but Chilchuck always finds himself at a loss for words. He shakes it off, stalking into the center of the room.
“Well?” He snaps, “Are we going to do this or not?”
Laios chuckles, reaching out for him. His arms stretch impossibly far, grasping Chilchuck around the waist and pulling him close. He’s sitting on the ground, so the top of his head is just at Chilchuck’s collarbones. He tips his head back, resting his chin on Chilchuck’s chest as he meets his eyes.
“Did you see the baby pearl centipedes on the way here?” He asks, his voice rumbling through Chilchuck’s chest.
“No,” Chilchuck says, trying to mentally will him to stop the trivia before he starts.
“Hm. They were all in a line,” Laio continues, immune to Chilchuck’s psychic pleading, ”I wonder if that’s an adaptation to keep them safe while they’re small, it kind of makes them look like an adult…”
Chilchuck rolls his eyes, reaching his own hands up to run them through Laios’s close-cropped blond hair. He inhales a sharp little gasp as Laios’s fingers dance downwards, slipping under his sleeping tunic and up over his bare sides.
“It’s interesting that the parents don’t seem to stick around,” Laios is still going, as he lifts Chichuck’s shirt over his head and sets it aside, “Strange that there’s communal activity with the offspring, and not the adults.” He presses his lips to Chilchuck’s stomach. “I wonder what stage of development they-”
“Stop.”
Laios leans back, concerned, “Stop touching?”
“No- stop talking!”
“Oh, sorry.” Laios nuzzles back into him, his nose brushing the trail of hair that led from Chilchuck’s belly button and down under his waistband, “I guess I got a little carried away. Monsters sure are fun to think about…”
“Well, I’m not here for a biology lesson.”
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll focus.”
“ Thank you- hhah! ” He’s interrupted as Laios licks a long stripe up his chest, sitting up on his knees to press his face into the crook of Chilchuck’s neck. Chilchuck fists his hands into the shoulders of Laios’s sleeping tunic, fingernails digging into the flesh below. He tugs at the shirt, pulling Laios up and away from his neck. He shivers as the cool air hits the saliva covered flesh.
Laios pulls away from him, slipping his own shirt off and tossing it aside, before leaning back against the wall and tugging Chilchuck forwards to sit and straddle his lap.
“Not on the lips,” Chilchuck says, tipping his chin up and away.
“I know,” Laios murmurs, ducking his head down to press his mouth to Chilchuck’s throat again, “Don’t worry.”
They stay like that for a moment, bathed in flickering candlelight, just enjoying the sensations of roving hands and lips. Chilchuck grinds his hips down, he can feel Laios’s arousal through the thin pants, resting against his thigh. Laios groans at the contact, twitching his own hips up.
“We should hurry,” Chilchuck whispers, quick fingers undoing the ties of Laios’s pants, “I don’t want Senshi to come looking for us,”
“That would be awkward,” Laios said, fiddling with Chilchuck’s waistband.
“Mhm. Although, maybe he’d finally stop trying to talk to me about the birds and the bees.”
Laios looks at him, his lips pursed. “Maybe, but I still don’t want him to see us like this-”
“I know,” Chilchuck rolls his eyes again, “I was joking.”
“Oh! That’s funny.”
Chilchuck sighs, resigned to the fact that this had been his decision, this is who he’s decided to sleep with. Maybe he should go back and proposition Senshi…
Mutinous thoughts are chased from his mind, however, when he finally pulls the front Laios’s pants open, allowing his hard cock to spring free. It’s big, (to Chilchuck’s eyes, at least), slightly curved, with a flushed head and single vein running up the side. Laios moans softly behind his teeth as Chilchuck grasps it, stroking up and smearing the bead of precum that appeared over the slit.
“Did you bring the…?” Chilchuck asks, keeping his hand moving.
“Y- yeah, ah… yeah…” Laios leans to the side to dig into his pocket, fishing out a little glass bottle of oil.
“I still don’t know how I feel using something we found in the dungeon for… this.” Chilchuck says, taking the bottle from Laios. He uncorks it, and upends it over Laios’s member, letting the amber coloured olive oil drizzle slowly out.
“It would have been a waste to leave it behind, and Senshi couldn’t take all of it…”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“It’s really quite good quality. Up on the surface, the oil making process is actually kind of fascinating, you see-“
In a panic, Chilchuck drops the bottle and presses both of his hands over Laios’s mouth.
“Enough!” He hisses, “You’re the one who said he doesn’t want anyone to see us like this, so hurry up!”
Silenced, Laios nods from behind Chilchuck’s hands. Once he’s satisfied, he removes his fingers and picks up the dropped bottle of oil. Luckily, none had spilled.
“Now can you please help me prep and we can get on with this?”
“Sorry Chilchuck.”
“And no more weird monster talk!”
“Sorry, Chilchuck.”
* * *
Chilchuck forces himself to breathe, counting to three on each inhale and exhale. He focuses on the flesh beneath his face, zeroing in on a little freckle. Or was it a mole?
He had been divested of his pants and Laios is three fingers deep in him now, moving his hand slowly in and out as Chilchuck hovers over his lap and shudders. Chilchuck helps by slowly rolling his hips. Laios’s other hand is a firm and comforting presence on his thigh, providing support as he grinds down. His cheek is pressed to Laios’s shoulder, and his mouth hangs open as he continues to count the freckles.
“Chil?” Laios interrupts his counting, “Are you ready?”
“ Yeah…” Chilchuck sighs, trying to keep his bearings.
“I just don’t think I can wait much longer…” There’s a desperate edge to Laios’s words that makes Chilchuck peel his face off of his shoulder and glance downwards. Laios is so hard it almost looks painful, the head of his cock purple and dark with arousal. There’s also a slight tremor running through his abs, and Chilchuck imagines that every one of his muscles is clenched.
He moans and lets Laios position him. He himself is achingly hard, his cock bobbing against his stomach as he shifts over top of Laios’s lap. The tip of Laios’s cock kisses against his hole, rutting against him as Laios groans.
“ Chil… Please…”
Chilchuck presses his face into the crook of Laios’s neck. “Go on, then- h haahn! ”
Laios is pressing inside, filling him impossibly full. He moans open-mouthed against Laios, shaking as his insides get rearranged. The stretch is almost unbearable, a thread of pain running through the pleasure, even with the prep.
He clings to Laios’s shoulders, trusting him to carry him through and down.
An eternity later he bottoms out.
“Can I move?” Laios whispers in his ear, somehow still articulate. Chilchuck takes a moment to adjust, shifting slightly around the pillar of heat in his center. He nods, one quick bob of his head.
Laios exhales, long and slow and shaky. He slides his hands down Chilchuck’s chest before grasping his hips, thumbs digging into the prominent bones. He begins to slide him up and down, rolling his hips to meet him on the downswing. Chilchuck is still floating, his legs hanging limply as he lets Laios fuck him.
The pace is slow, easy, and not enough .
“Hey…” He rasps, tapping Laios, “Let me turn around…”
“ ‘Kay…” Laios murmurs, raising him just enough to rotate him without slipping out. Chilchuck moans at the easy way Laios lifts him. He’s set down, his back to Laios’s chest as he sheathes himself completely once again. Not trusting his own legs quite yet, Chilchuck leans forwards, planting his hands on Laios’s muscular thighs. Using them as leverage he rocks back and forth, spurred on by Laios gasping and moaning behind him.
“ Ah- hah- ahn- Chil…!”
“ Hah- yeah…”
Laios surges forwards, wrapping his arms around Chilchuck as he fucks up into him. He slips his hand down, grabbing Chilchuck’s neglected cock and stroking lazily in time with his thrusts. Chilchuck keens and shakes, digging his nails into Laios’s thighs.
Teeth land on his shoulder and he has to clap a hand over his mouth, sharp enamel edges grazing his heated flesh. He gasps as Laios’s jaws tighten, digging in then releasing, his tongue laving over the red mark. Chilchuck stretches his head to the side, exposing his neck as the teeth came back, tighter this time, Laios taking an even bigger bite-
“ Are you chewing on me? ”
The sudden guilty stillness behind him tells him all he needs to know. Chilchuck twists angrily, trying to elbow Laios in the ribs. Laios tightens his hold on Chilchuck’s cock in response, effectively wringing the fight from him.
“Here,” Laios murmurs, pressing apologetic kisses to Chilchuck’s shoulders, “We should hurry up, huh?”
“What? Laios- ah! ”
Laios strokes him faster, using some leftover oil to help the slide. He grips Chilchuck tighter with his other hand, bouncing him on his cock fast and hard.
“Laios! ” Chilchuck wails, his voice echoing around the antechamber. “ Oh fuck!”
He arches his back, feeling his orgasm building up, hurried along by the overwhelming sensations. His head is cloudy, and all he can do is moan as he bobs whorishly on Laios’s cock.
Suddenly, there are lips on his ear, kissing and licking and biting and it is too much .
He seizes up, his release cresting, opening his mouth in a silent scream as he cums over Laios’s hand, globs of white dripping over his knuckles as Chilchuck bucks up into his fist.
“There we go,” Laios says, in the tone of someone proud of a job well done.
Too tired to admonish him again, Chilchuck slumps back into Laios’s chest.
“Feeling better?” Laios asks.
“Just… hurry up and finish…”
Laios hums in assent, tipping him forwards against the floor and sitting up on his knees. He positions Chilchuck onto all fours. He pulls his hips up, adjusting the angle, before whispering in his ear to hang on . Chilchuck has half a second to brace himself against the cobblestone floor before Laios is pounding into him, setting a brutal pace.
Their hips meet with a crack each time, forcing a punched out sound from Chilchuck’s lungs with each thrust. Over-stimulated, he lets himself be fucked open, spreading his legs and arching his back.
Laios’s thrusts become deep and sloppy, his rhythm stuttering as he reaches his climax. He groans out through his teeth as Chilchuck feels him unload, filling him up with burning heat. Collapsing forwards, Laios catches himself with a hand next to Chilchuck’s head. The candle gutters and spits, casting wild shadows around the room as the flame nears its end.
Laios pushes himself back up to a sitting position, sliding slowly out of Chilchuck and making him whimper at the loss. He runs a hand through his hair. Laios digs around in his discarded pile of clothes for a moment, producing a clean cloth and handing it to Chilchuck. He takes it begrudgingly, cleaning himself off quickly.
When he’s finished he works on picking himself up, standing on shaky legs and casting around for his clothes in the flickering candle light. Laios is still sitting against the wall, his arm propped on his bent knee.
“You should get dressed,” Chilchuck says, eyeing his nakedness as he picks up his pants.
“You’re probably right,” Laios says, tipping his head back, his blond hair shining in the candlelight, “Thanks, though.”
“For what?”
“For- you know. That . I like having sex with you.”
Chilchuck’s heart skips a beat, and he pauses in the act of pulling his shirt on.
“Well,” he mutters, “Don’t get too sappy on me, we’re just… de-stressing.”
“I know, I know… It’s still fun though.”
Chilchuck huffs, finally dressed. “We should get back. We’ve been here for way too long.”
“You go on ahead, I’ll follow.”
Chilchuck nods, and doesn’t look back as he leaves.
* * *
Senshi has finished his whittling, and is staring pensively into the fire, looking up when Chilchuck arrives back at their camp. Chilchuck strides to his bedroll, trying to make his gait as natural as possible.
“Feeling better?”
Chilchuck freezes, remembering how that phrase had been murmured into his ear not 20 minutes before. “What are you talking about?”
“You were gone so long, I assumed your stomach was bothering you.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
“Did you see Laios?”
“Yeah I did,” Chilchuck says, climbing into his bedroll and shoving Izutsumi to the side, “He’s fine, he’s on his way.”
Senshi hrrm s and goes back to staring into the fire. Chilchuck settles down, listening.
It’s only when he hears Laios make it safely back that he finally allows himself to drift off, blond locks of hair weaving through his restless dreams.