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Hah… this is heaven. Could do this for hours on end. No. He has been doing this for hours on end and it’s only getting better and better. Must be a dream. How could this moment, so perfect, be real?
Kaeya is so close, he feels like dying. Like his heart might give out at any moment because it’s just too, too good. His climax will eradicate him from existence, leaving only ashes behind. He has turned into condensation running down milky white skin flushed a lovely red.
Diluc’s eyes blaze like dawn reflected on a lake as he clenches around Kaeya, making decadent pleasure rush through his spine. As Kaeya chases his release, his thrusts grow more erratic and hard. Desperate, Diluc clings to him like a grape vine. They are a tangled mess of limbs.
Just a little more and… and nothing.
It’s quiet. Except for his pounding heart and reeling mind full of kaleidoscopic images of hot skin and red hair.
His quarters are dark and cold. Kaeya chuckles. Again? And just at the good part too. He clicks his tongue. How many times has it been now? Ah, he has lost count by now but it doesn’t matter.
What matters are facts. Like his empty bed. Or how he doesn’t have Albedo’s painting skills. Now that is a total waste! If only he could draw that Diluc! Teary-eyed and flushed with pleasure. To die for!
Still caught between dream and reality, Kaeya can hear Diluc groaning beneath him in the throes of ardent passion. Unwittingly, Kaeya reaches out for his achingly hard cock but then jerks away. What the fuck is he doing? Giving in to quick pleasure is not enough to scratch his itch. At all. It will make everything just worse. Sighing, he rubs his face.
Sure, he could have anyone at any time. People are too easily charmed; it’s boring. But Diluc? He isn’t just anyone. With him, Kaeya is at his wit’s end.
The prim and proper Uncrowned King of Mondstadt is, to Kaeya’s and all maidens’ regret, married to his work. Just the other day, Kaeya had suggested for the nth time he should get some rest. But would that stubborn man listen? Pah, of course not.
Diluc submits to no one. Much less to someone like Kaeya.
He would have more success in rebuilding Khaenri’ah and becoming an archon than to actually get his dick in Diluc’s ass. Such prurient interest is much better reserved for lonely nights and dreams. And even then it’s ridiculous.
After their bloody fallout, Kaeya knows he deserves—if anything—a fist to his face. But even such an act of kindness Diluc is remiss to offer. No matter how much Kaeya tries to be as nice (obnoxious) as possible, Diluc treats him with a stilted indifference.
This alone should douse any flame and yet it only fuels Kaeya’s need for more. He is starved for anything. Anything Master Diluc would throw at him. Kaeya would cheer if Diluc honored him with a glare, and a cold shoulder? That would be the icing on the cake. (This way, it’s always a win-win in his books.)
Their relationship is akin to walking over thin ice with hot coals as feet. And while this arrangement is inconvenient in some aspects, it suits Kaeya exceptionally well. Like rubbing salt into an injury; it's a dark, delicious ache.
As Kaeya gets up and slowly prepares for his early morning reports he usually skips, a wistful smile steals over his lips. He can’t wait to drown his sweet sorrows in dandelion wine.
“What are you doing here?”
“Last time I checked I was a fully employed knight and Quartermaster of the Ordo,” Kaeya says with a suave lilt and bright smile while pretending Jean hadn’t caught him slouching in his chair, staring into nothing or chewing on his pen. “Am I dismissed from my station?” He pouts.
“Kaeya! Of course, not–” Jean falters, shaking her head when she notices how he barely contains his laughter.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Kaeya drawls, “I need to be an example for our young recruits, after all.”
“I see,” she nods and her eyes land on his many reports. Her cheeks turn into a pretty pink hue and she coughs into her fist. “You really should have a talk with him.” Then she whips around and flees—yes, the Acting Grand Master flees his office.
“Jean?” Perplexed, he looks after her and then down at his papers. “Wait! I can explain!” He can not.
For once, he wishes to have a Pyro Vision. How practically it would be to incinerate all this incriminating evidence. Frustrated, Kaeya glares at his reports, littered with doodles that glare back at him with grumpy looks and unhappy frowns.
“What must a man do to get you to rest?” Idly, Kaeya traces the lines of exhaustion marring one handsome face and pokes a paper cheek. If only he could touch the real deal like this. He’d be lucky if he got away with a seven degree burn.
Talk? To Diluc? Kaeya barks out a laugh. When he had already tried all conventional and unconventional methods to get him to see the benefits of a day off?
From sneakily mixing Albedo’s sleeping potion into grape juice but finding half of the Winery Estate comatose and Diluc up and about fighting Fatui spies; or sending a coupon trip to Inazuma’s best hot springs only to meet a refreshed Adelinde? (Sure, she too deserved some good time but that ticket had cost him a damn fortune! Too vexing.)
And that is not to speak about the many times when Kaeya personally threw his glove into the metaphorical ring!
One such merry occasion a few days ago:
“Don’t you feel today is one of those days you just want to lie in bed and stretch out your legs?” Kaeya had drawled with a wink, sitting at his designated bar stool; it was just missing his name plate but alas Diluc would have none of it.
“Hardly,” Diluc grunted, with his back to Kaeya, offering a glimpse of his very biteable nape. Kaeya licked his lips as if he could taste the skin there. “And if you dare to wink again while wearing an eyepatch, I’m going to double your tap.”
“Let’s do it like this! I’ll man the bar and you go take that well-earned nap upstairs,” Kaeya smiled brightly, bearing the stab to his eyepatch like a dying gentleman in silence.
That earned him a so-you-can-drink-for-free side-eye to which Kaeya laughed and shrugged, meaning: Come now! Shouldn’t I get a reward for my hard work?
Fine, Diluc nodded, nonchalantly before raising his voice, “This round is on Sir Kaeya!”
The cacophony of that night still rings in his ears, but far worse was how hard he got to Diluc’s I’ve-tripled-your-tap smirk. Even now his cock twitches.
Everything after that is a blur of drinks and laughter, shoulder pats and love confessions all from the wrong mouths. Kaeya woke up with a head the size of Paimon’s appetite without a clue how he got into the apartment above the Angel’s Share. He still misses those bedsheets smelling of lamp grass and burnt earth.
Had Diluc brought him there? No way. Charles had probably pleaded on his behalf. Next time Kaeya will have to leave the good man a hefty tip.
“Diluc… just… I want to take care of you,” Kaeya says, helplessly, as he looks mournfully at his ruined reports.
The spiteful doodles: “...”
Yeah, that would work out swimmingly. Finally ban him from the premises! How wonderful. A new record in his books.
In the late evening, Angel’s Share bursts like always with the happy noises of overeager drunkards. Believing they are the next Grand Master or first rate adventurer, they spin outlandish tales of their heroic deeds.
The bartender is, like always, efficient, beautiful and… tired. Only with a keen, observant eye and years of experience one could see the hidden signs. To name the most glaring examples: A micro twitch at the left corner of that pretty mouth visible in intervals from ten to fifteen seconds. Rubbing his temple when he thinks no one is watching. Or blinking twice as much as necessary.
He takes order after order with a perfunctory yet charming smile. Thick red locks bounce from that yankable high ponytail. His white vest makes Kaeya jealous with how it clings perfectly to his form and hugs his waist—ah, but he isn’t here for that.
And like always, after his drinking rounds with knights and treasure hoarders alike, Kaeya watches, with one arm propped against the counter, the orderly chaos unfold.
Unprompted: “If you’re here just to waste space, the door is right over there.”
Unperturbed: “Ah, my favorite customer service.”
While polishing an already shiny glass, vigorously, Diluc stares down at him. (Which is quite the feat. They are on eye level for Barbatos’s sake!)
“Master Diluc,” Kaeya purrs and lifts his empty glass with a flirtatious smile, “stayed up late again hunting rats?”
Diluc raises one eyebrow, So what? He uncorks a dark bottle to fill Kaeya’s glass.
“Cheers!” Kaeya swirls the liquid before taking a sip. Then closes his eye to savor that burning gaze on him the taste, letting the moment stretch. Before he hits the limits of Diluc’s patience, he lifts a finger.
Diluc huffs, rolling his eyes and Kaeya can feel them scorching him.
“Darling, you really should leave small fries like those to us,” Kaeya chirps, opening his eye. “Besides, do you have any idea how much paper work it takes to cover the tracks of a vigilante? Have mercy on me!”
Without a word, Diluc turns on his heels and fusses with the bottles lined up on the shelf.
“Now, you know what you really should do? Get a hobby or hitched, either would do you wonders. And put my heart at ease.”
“Kaeya, tell me what this is really all about and I’ll cut you off for a month.”
“Don’t you mean or?”
Diluc levels him with a stare so flat, if directed at Starsnatch Cliff, it would crumble the whole region to a pancake just like Alice had wanted.
“Aiyah, Master Diluc! Always so serious.” Kaeya smirks, it’s all or nothing now—either way he’s dead. “You can’t think of anything but work!”
Diluc crosses his arms, the veins at his temple popping, his jaw clenched so tight, Kaeya feels the tension on his own tongue. A rare graveness overwhelms his usual flippant cheer, draining his next words from all their color.
“That’s why,” Kaeya says, solemnly as he rises from his bar stool and leans over, palms pressed against the counter, “I want to fuck you.”
“Huh.”
They stare at each other in shocked silence.
Then the tavern noise explodes around Kaeya again and he laughs—fails to laugh, scratching his nape. “Well, look at the time! It was lovely to catch up. See you!” He prepares to depart but–
“Diluc?” Kaeya tries again, yet the grip on his arm only tightens. And before he knows it, Diluc is navigating them through the maze of dancing (stumbling) knights and singing (yelling) bards.
Ah, Diluc has finally had enough and is going to personally boot him out. And Kaeya’s soul sings with joy. They are still touching! Glove to skin. Searing hot.
But the direction is wrong.
creak creak creak
The wooden staircase protests beneath their feet.
Oh? Will he be thrown out of the window? The balcony? Now that would be a spectacular way to go! So perfectly dramatic! Exactly to his taste; it’ll leave a lasting impression on his mind and bones.
Kaeya’s heart beats with morbid anticipation as Diluc yanks him into his apartment.
Silent darkness envelops them and without pause Diluc slams him against the locked door, holding Kaeya still with his incredible strength. Nice one! So Diluc will murder him here in secret.
And Diluc really goes for the kill. Right on Kaeya’s lips. It’s a fatal blow more lethal than being burnt alive.
Drunk! Is he drunk? He must be. Drunk. Dead. And dreaming. What else could explain Diluc sucking the air out of his lungs while pawing at his clothes like a madman? How shockingly eager!
Despite his disbelief, Kaeya is quick to adapt, so he kisses Diluc right back, hard and unforgiving. For better access, Kaeya yanks on Diluc’s ponytail and Diluc makes a sexy noise at the back of his throat that goes straight to Kaeya’s already painfully hard cock.
Countless times he has imagined their first time: awkward at best, both hesitant and unsure where to put their hands, but here they are, devouring each other whole.
Diluc’s leg slips between his thighs and Kaeya loses his mind. Fuck! If they keep going like this, he’s going to come in his pants. Which would be mortifying with anyone else, but with Diluc he already has zero pride to lose.
As if on mutual agreement, they part for air and are for once of one mind. (They’ve always been.)
Kaeya brushes his gloved thumb over kiss-swollen lips. Man, what would he give for some more light. Whip-quick, Diluc flicks his eyepatch away and startled laughter bubbles from Kaeya’s chest. Ah, well. This is for the best.
With a grunt of annoyance, Diluc steps away from him and removes his garments, swift and ever efficient. It’s the most unsexiest undressing Kaeya has ever witnessed—just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder.
There are a hundred things he could say. A million things they should talk about. But there is only one thing Kaeya knows he has to do: get naked as quickly as possible. Why waste his breath on words when they are about to have fun instead?
Fabric rips. Buttons fly ting ting ting, zigzagging across the room. Diluc flings a vial into his unexpecting hand and Kaeya clicks his tongue, What if I had dropped it? The bastard only raises a brow at him, You wouldn’t dare.
Then they collide into each other's arms, just skin on glorious skin. Kaeya doesn’t know who pulled whom onto the bed but he is there; kneeling between Diluc’s spread legs, teasing Diluc’s rim with an oil-slicked finger. In another world, he’d draw this out, shower Diluc with all his lo—ah, but he cannot. This is surely a once in a lifetime miracle. Better be mean instead.
With a wicked smirk, Kaeya pushes his finger all the way in. Diluc hisses, teeth gritted, his body spasming from the sudden intrusion. Perverse satisfaction rushes through Kaeya as he observes Diluc’s pretty cock weeping pitifully onto his milky white belly.
Wouldn’t it be fun if you came just from this? Kaeya’s eyes crinkle with mirth.
Dream on! Diluc glares.
Oh, a challenge! Encouraged, Kaeya gives Diluc no time to catch his breath and shoves a second, a third finger into his hole in the same ruthless manner. Dark pleasure curls hot in Kaeya’s gut when Diluc cries out, coming in thick spurts.
Even with tears clinging to his lashes, Diluc’s expression remains defiant: Is that all you got?
Don’t worry, darling! We haven’t even started. Kaeya winks, before diving down to lick Diluc’s chest and belly clean. His tongue swipes tenderly over cum-slicked skin as his fingers plunge mercilessly in and out of Diluc’s tight heat, stretching him just wide enough to be on the exciting side of pain.
The way Diluc reacts to every touch makes Kaeya feral with want and it’s not before long when he gives Diluc a slap on his ass. With a groan Diluc rolls over, getting on all fours. Immediately, Kaeya grabs Diluc’s waist and lines up his cock behind him.
Hurry, Diluc looks over his shoulder and Kaeya laughs, As you wish. He leans over Diluc, captures his lips and glides all the way inside, fast and rough. His vision whites out and it takes him everything not to come on spot. Diluc’s whole body shakes with the thrust and Kaeya swallows Diluc’s moan with his teeth and tongue in a soul-consumming kiss.
Blood roars like a stormy ocean in Kaeya’s ears as he sets a savage pace, making the bed creak and hit the wall repeatedly like the rhythmic and fast beat of his heart. Diluc claws at the sheets and he bucks his hips up to meet Kaeya’s punishing thrusts.
Agonizing ecstasy sings in Kaeya’s veins. Diluc’s hole is so tight, his walls squeezing deliciously around him. It’s so, so good. No dream can compare to this pleasure; it makes his bones melt.
While fondling Diluc’s balls, Kaeya hits Diluc’s prostate again and again, making Diluc rip the sheets. Then Diluc climaxes, punching all the air out of Kaeya’s lungs as he clenches painfully tight around Kaeya’s throbbing cock.
Although still caught in an orgasmic aftermath, Diluc pushes him off, like an untamed horse only to climb over Kaeya and slam himself right back on Kaeya’s cock.
Truly, Diluc submits to no one. He demands. Demands everything of Kaeya, who is more than happy to comply. He fucks Diluc like he’s never fucked anyone before. Without any finesse, without any artifice, without any care to please. It's crude and real. They meet with naked, raw intimacy.
Pure bliss: they move in perfect unity; like to a dance only they know the steps to; like they’ve done this all their life.
Finally, Kaeya convulses from the pleasure, filling Diluc with his release. But it’s far from enough. They keep ravishing each other for hours on end.
Kaeya wrings out orgasm after orgasm from Diluc, until both of them come dry and even then they keep going. As if to make up for the lost years and undo all the hurt. It’s only late in the morning when they finally fall asleep in a tangle of limbs with Kaeya’s spent cock buried deep in Diluc’s ass.