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Staring down at the letter in his hand, Aether's eyes twitched as he read through it, the letter was written so eloquently, there was a passion hiding within it. His hand moved to trail a finger down the written lines feeling the bumps of the ink.
It was a letter from Tartaglia, he was used to getting these types of letters on people's birthdays but Tartaglia's were always one that would stand out, it seemed each year they'd be even more rosy than the last.
His shoulders drop as he lets out a sigh, almost spooked as Paimon flies in behind him "What's that you got there Traveler?". Aether turns to her masking his emotions "Hmm?" he softly hums, "just a birthday letter from Childe, nothing much". His eyes shift as he watches Paimon. "Ohh, I see..." she chuckles "is he finally making a move on you?" Laughing as Aether's face blushes, rushing to fold the letter up and slip it into his pocket.
"Shut up Paimon, it's not like that, now go back to your food before I make you be the food" embarrassed Aether turns to go back into the house.
It was good that at least now having this teapot meant letters could find him easier, the days where they were camping out proved very difficult for letters to find their way to him.
Settling down on the sofa by the fire, he takes out the handwritten letter again and re reads it, his eyes focused on each word. Maybe it was his imagination but he could almost smell Tartaglia's scent on the paper.... Shaking his head in alarm at his own thoughts, no, he was surely overthinking that, and how would he know Tartaglia's scent anyway, it'd been some time since seeing him in Fontaine now.
Sighing again, his eyes begin to flutter as the warmth from the fire takes over, he'll come back to this later he mutters to himself before allowing the sleep to set in and curling up on the sofa for a quick nap.
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3 weeks later
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It's been a couple weeks later since that day, and Aether is preparing to pack up and continue the adventure on towards Natlan, he'd enjoyed his time in Fontaine but it was time to move on and try to find more information on his sister, and Khaenri'ah. He was just polishing his sword as he heard a knock at the door. Suspicious as to who it could be since he wasn't planning to be receiving any guests, he makes his way to the door his sword in hand in preparation for an enemy.
His hand on the handle, he calls out before turning it "who's there?" his voice commanding an answer.
It was silence.
"Answer me", his voice now twisting with annoyance.
Continued silence.
Aether's eyes twitches again as he now goes to turn the handle, his body switching to a fighting stance.
As the door opens his eyes catch a glimpse of ginger, and the droplets of hydro hurtling at him, immediately reacting his sword meets the hydro blade inches from his body.
"Childe, what the actual hell are you playing at?" Aether hisses not even needing to see who's behind that hydro blade. A chuckle greets his ears as he glances up at the beaming face in front of him.
"I'm just this glad to see you comrade" dropping his blade as he speaks. "Why didn't you call me to help you pack for Natlan?" his face turning into a pout, looking like a lost dog. Aether glared back "As if you'd end up helping me"
Childe hold his hands up smirking "I'd definitely help you comrade..." His hands now snake to Aether's chin. "I’d help you feel...much prepared for Natlan" his fingers teasing Aether's chin, eyes still full of fire behind that dead look. His eyes narrowing in suspicion aether sighs "Sure Tartaglia... well I don't think I'm getting rid of you for now so...do come in" Aether gracefully swipes away his hand and beckons him inside with an air of caution surrounding him.
Childe can’t help but ignore the lack of interest his comrade is showing and jumps to swing his arm fluidly over his shoulder, hanging off Aether, a grin plastered on his face, it’s obvious he’s enjoying the discomfort Aether is showing. “Childe, when I welcomed you in, that wasn’t giving you permission to entangle yourself with me” his sigh being louder this time, it wasn’t anything new to him, and he was aware of the way Childe watched his every move, like a beast on the prowl. It was uncomfortable at times, but a small part of him did enjoy that feeling, and if there was anyone who could match his taste for battle, it was Tartaglia.
Nothing could have prepared Aether for what came next though, as they moved through his home, Childe snickered at his comment. “Dear comrade, who said I needed permission? Admit it, you adore the attention” His eyes were met with a glare as Aether looked back at him. Tartaglia shivers at the look, his grin becoming more unhinged. “Actually, I must confess comrade, I didn’t just come here to help you pack…I thought I’d bring you a gift for you too, as heartfelt wishes for you trip” his tone was teasing but laced with danger.
Aether’s ears prick up at the words “A gift? I do hope you didn’t do anything dangerous” Aether faces forward nonchalantly distracted by a piece of ripped paper on the floor. “Well.. comrade that depends, on what you would consider dangerous” his chuckle darkens as he begins to unleash a crackle of electro from his palms facing them towards a wall.
Immediately alert, Aether reaches for his sword, although the sudden movement makes him unbalanced in his footing, “Childe?! what are you doin-“, but before he could even hope to regain control, it is swiftly taken away as Tartaglia snakes his hand around his waist and drags him into the now formed dark purple mist in front of them. The last thing Aether remembers is how much that mist reminded him of the abyss as he’s dragged through.
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It could’ve been moments; it could’ve been hours before Aether’s eyes flutter awake. Two ocean blue eyes staring back at him as they do. A wetness can be felt on his lips, and an uncomfortable feeling on his back. Blinking slowly, he realises the wetness is from Childe kissing his lips, a tongue tracing along each lip as if testing its safe. “Get the fuck off me Childe” Aether hisses throwing a punch towards that ginger’s head.
Tartaglia ducks quickly laughing as he pulls back. “Nice to see you awake princess, aren’t you glad I awoke you with a kiss?” Again, his eyes are met with daggers from Aether, but the blush that forms on his face makes it too obvious that the kiss wasn’t unwelcomed.
“What are you playing at Childe? Where did you even bring us” noting the surroundings, it really does look like they’re in the middle of the abyss, that dark purple mist surrounding them, trapping them in their own little bubble. “Hmm…let’s say since our last meeting, I’ve discovered that the foul legacy mode isn’t the only power of the abyss I’ve come to develop, I can now create these portals to an unknown place, pretty cool, isn’t it?” His eyes seem hopeful in gaining praise from Aether, like a dog wagging its tail for its owner after learning a new trick.
“Cool could be one word…but why even bring me here?” Aether now remembering that uncomfortable feeling on his back, he falters when he realises why.
“Like I said, it’s pretty cool isn’t it” Childe grins as he watches Aether’s face pale at the sight of the pair of wings on his back now. “Although I didn’t think it’d have this effect on you, were you really an angel in your past life?” his fingers reach out to trace down the length of the wing earning a yelp from Aether. Quickly composing himself “Not exactly, I did have wings…but I wish not to speak on it” his answer cold but a hint of sadness could be heard in his tone.
Not wanting to push it, Tartaglia returns his attention to gently teasing the wings with his fingers, rubbing the feathers between him. “So gorgeous…” he hums to himself, too distracted to notice Aether’s face blushing red and his breathing growing heavy.
“Ch-ilde..stop touching them.. please” his begging coming out as more of a soft moan, it made him blush even more. Upon hearing this Childe turned his attention to the blushing man beneath him, excitement dancing in his eyes “does it feel good comrade?” his voice teases, the knowledge that he now has another weakness to exploit further exciting him.
Barely whispering “Mhm..no, not at all..” Aether was too overcome by just how sensitive it felt for his wings to be touched in this manner, it wasn’t long before he was gently moaning into the taller mans chest as his wings were continued to be teased and the feathers pulled at.
“Childe..stop...” his begging fell on deaf ears, Tartaglia has no interest in stopping. “Comrade, remember I had a gift for you? Well how about I give it you now” his mouth dipping to Aether’s ear whispering into it. His hand was now wrapping around Aether’s now hardened cock. “You seem eager to receive it too” Aether shivers at the words and the hand on his crotch. Rolling his eyes unsurprised by the turn of events, he nods, knowing right now only moans would be coming from his mouth.
Gripping onto Tartaglia’s back, his nails digging in, he whimpers as Childe gropes at his cock with one hand and his other hand stroking his wings.
Childe wastes no time in delivering his “gift” as he begins to activate his foul legacy mode by turning his hands into the claws and ripping Aether’s clothes from him, uncaring as he catches his flesh creating shallow cuts along his body. Childe liked his “battles” to be a little bloody anyway, as he admires his work, Aether’s eyes watch him knowingly, ultimately putting full trust in Childe.
It wasn’t their first rodeo doing this technically, and right now Aether just wanted the pleasure that Tartaglia was offering him, maybe it was the purple mist sending him delirious but right now, all he wanted was the pleasure.
Childe enjoyed how Aether was watching him, using his claws he wraps his hands around the smaller mans body bringing him up to his chest, crushing his lips aggressively against Aether’s, the other returning the same aggression as he opens his mouth ajar to allow Childe to snake his tongue inside his mouth, biting at Aether’s lips every so often as he does in a hunger for more.
In their passion, Childe smirks murmuring “Comrade, did you know, this space, it enhances my powers and I can control is as I like…would you like to see something fun?” turning his lips to Aether’s neck kissing and nibbling at it.
In a hitched breath Aether gains some energy to respond, “and what is that?” his last word becoming high in pitch as Childe pulls again at his wings, they were so ridiculously sensitive it was going to drive him insane.
Without responding Tartaglia instead allows some show and tell as suddenly pulsating deep purple tentacle limbs sprout from cracks in the ground, the suction cups on them a pitch black as they race towards Aether’s torso, one wraps around his waist, as another replaces Childe’s hand on Aether’s cock, wrapping around and steadily rolling up and down against it, producing further moans from Aether’s lips.
The tentacles trap Aether in place, pushing him onto his knees, his eyes widening from the surprise attack “Childe, you assh-“ a tentacle interrupts his comment as it enters into this mouth muffling his voice, almost making him choke. Childe can’t help but laugh out loud at the sight, his comrade was now completely at his mercy, even better was he could feel what the tentacles could feel, every sensation and movement.
He’d already been hard for a good while now, unbuckling his belt, he now needed more. Standing in front of Aether he glances down at the fiery eyes below him, pointing to his dick, he makes a vulgar sign with his hands that indicates he wants Aether to suck him off. Watching as Aether’s entire body cringes at the sign, he releases Aether’s mouth of the tentacle, eagerly moving the tip of his cock to his comrades’ mouth.
“Childe you really are one sneaky bast-“ again Aether gets cut off as Childe plunges his dick deep into his mouth, again making him almost choke as he deep throats Childe.
The foul legacy claws of Childe’s hands grip at his hair tightly pulling his face forward into his crotch so that his entire length is inside Aether’s mouth. The warm tightness of the throat is already overwhelming for Childe. Before he starts to reach the climax, he clicks his tongue and encourages another tentacle this time to penetrate Aether’s hole from behind.
The tentacle takes it slow at first, producing a lubricating slime as it pokes at the entrance. For a brief moment Childe can feel Aether’s body shudder at the sudden intrusion, his breath becoming gradually more shaky. Once Aether is back to moaning on Childe’s dick, the tentacle goes inside the hole deeper, spreading it wider and wider until a good portion of the tentacle limb is squirming inside, flicking at the inner walls of Aether’s ass.
Aether’s moans become increasingly louder with the length of the tentacle inside him, its not too girthy that its excessively painful, but the feeling of being stretched beyond a normal degree was making his body convulse and his cock becoming increasingly more painfully hard. Never mind the tentacle wrapped around it that is at most teasing him and not giving nearly enough friction. Using his tongue, he becomes more aggressive with sucking on Childe’s cock, hoping it encourages Tartaglia to give him further pleasure.
Childe pleased with the eagerness strokes at Aether’s hair, cooing slightly as the tentacles around Aether’s cock and inside him become more aggressive in their movements, the sound of the slime from the tentacles creating the most wet and sticky noises echoing almost around them.
The motions of the tentacles and Childe fucking into Aether’s mouth continued for only a bit longer before Childe suddenly pulls out, the tentacle inside Aether pulling out too, making him whine from the empty feeling left behind.
“Why did you stop? Or.. did you come already?” he softly laughs, the tone pleading yet sarcastic as Aether grinds his behind against the empty air aching for the empty space inside him to be filled again.
“I’ve just had an even better idea my dear” Tartaglia coos lovingly as he wraps his hand around Aether’s chin. “You’ll definitely love this even better” smirking he begins to crackle with electro once again but, this time a larger figure appears from his shadow, an instantly recognisable figure at that.
The form of foul legacy looms over them, the elemental energy overflowing from its body. “I hope you’re ready comrade” a dangerous chuckle comes from Childe as he makes eye contact with Aether.
“Make sure you enjoy this gift to it’s fullest” Gulping, Aether eyes the Foul Legacy and its monster of a dick, practically standing up by itself, the veins along the deep purple hue, beastly looking dick were to be feared.
But right now, Aether could care less, grinding his ass again, the foul legacy wastes no time in getting in behind him and immediately thrusting the whole length of his monster cock into him. Aether screams in pain and pleasure as he feels the beast go inside him, thrusting in and out at a fast tempo, getting completely ravaged by the cock inside him.
He had probably underestimated just how big it would be, his insides and hole feel like they’re about to be split apart, it was unlike anything he had ever felt. Soon it wasn’t just his insides feeling like they getting rearranged but the outside too as the foul legacy’s claws dug deeply into his back with each deep thrust inside him. He could feel the pain of the gashes along his skin being created and the blood spilling from them, the smell of blood became stronger which each time the foul legacy would tighten his grip on his torso.
The smell was going straight to Aether’s head and for some reason the smell, and pain was turning him on even more, even though it was so painful he’d started to cry.
Childe wipes away the tears in his eyes as he watches Aether’s face with great amusement, it was such an exhilarating feeling to see his comrade be fucked by his better half, watching as the cock can be seen pushing against his stomach.
“As much as I would adore to continue watching you be turned into the foul legacy’s playtoy, I’m feeling a little left out” He pouts before continuing “How about we continue where we left off from earlier comrade” Childe could hardly hold back his excitement as he grabs Aether’s mouth and guides him to his dick again, not even hesitating to plunge back into that warm tight throat.
For a moment he pauses, “You know what to do Aether, lets have the “fight” of our lives” he laughs loudly his arousal tight in his stomach as he begins to match the pace of foul legacy of thrusting into Aether’s throat.
Aether can barely keep up anymore with both sides of him completely stuffed full, his moans spilling from is lips chaotically as his eyes rolls back from the pleasure. Soon the blood rolling down his body was getting cleaned up by the tongue of foul legacy who’d now additionally taken great interest in his back, especially his wings.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a gentle interest like Childe had taken, this time foul legacy was more interested in using its sharp teeth to rip his feathers from the bone, and nip around the joining of his skin and the wings. It was a pain like no other that Aether had felt, he couldn’t even scream anymore, all his body could do it convulse in pain as his wings became tarnished and bloody from the repeated violations.
Between the agony of his wings being picked apart, or the two dicks violently fucking him into a teary mess, Aether wasn’t sure how much more he could take. That was before the tentacle around his cock now becoming increasingly tighter and continuing to stimulate him intensely. The pain and pleasure began to mix together as he felt himself begin to climax.
It felt like he’d lost his sanity by the time he finally came and all that built up arousal was finally released. His mind completely gone from this point all he can do is wait till Childe has finished.
“Oh comrade, you did so well, that tightness from your body convulsing from pleasure really is something...” Childe choked as he could feel how close him and foul legacy were now to climaxing.
Giving one final deep thrust into Aether’s mouth, he shudders as his own cum comes pouring out, spilling down Aether’s throat, it partly getting swallowed, partly instead dripping from Aether’s mouth whilst he slumps down onto the ground as he rides out the orgasm he’s still experiencing.
As Childe pulls out, he senses that foul legacy is close. Glancing up he watches attentively as foul legacy quickens his pace, his claws grasping at Aether’s torso violently, pulling his body as far onto this dick as possible and shuddering as he cums deep inside of Aether, a loud gruff breathing coming from his mouth.
“Well done my better half, you really had some good fun there didn’t you” chuckling Childe walks over to foul legacy tapping his arm. “You go rest now, I’ll..” he looks at the mess that is now Aether on the floor, cum trickling out his mouth and ass, his belly slightly bloated from the probably massive amount of cum foul legacy just gave him. “Ill..clean this up now”.
The last thing Aether remembers is Childe giving him a gentle pat on the head before immediately passing out.
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Again, it could’ve been moments; it could’ve been hours before Aether’s eyes flutter awake. Once again, it’s the same deep blue eyes staring back at him. However, this time they’re now back in Aether’s room, specifically his bed. It appears he’s been all cleaned up, even his wounds are getting tended to by the ginger man to his left.
“Oh, you’re finally awake? Don’t worry I cleaned you all up, even made sure all your wounds are cleaned and bandaged if needed” His grin bright and happy, he stares at Aether as if wanting praise.
“..I can see..Thank you Tartaglia, you have done a good job” Aether comments softly whilst sitting up slowly, his behind still feeling quite painful. He’s almost chuckling as Childe’s face beams brighter before blushing a little.
“Only doing what should be done, it was my gift afterall..” he pouts again with puffed cheeks. Aether couldn’t help but laugh that this man acting so shy in front of him now was the same man who got him into this situation. “You really are an enigma Childe” he murmurs lovingly.
Before Aether can have chance to say anything more appreciative however, Childe breaks that illusion by asking one simple question.
“So.. comrade, any chance of a round two?” he flashes a coy smile, his eyes once again showing how badly he wants another “fight” again soon. Shaking his head, Aether sighs before making eye contact with Childe.
“Why not”. He must be crazy to want to allow this man to have his way, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it, just as the abyss consumed this man, maybe he’ll let him consume him, just a little.