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“Okay so I may have done some research on you,” Childe admits, licking his lips. His grin is wide, tantalizing in the morning sun, “after the fact. You know, since I told everyone you were my prostitute, I figured it was only fair for me to learn your name.”
Can’t argue with that. Diluc mentally kicks himself, wondering if he really forgot to at least give his one night stand a pseudonym. But back then, when he was on his revenge arc, he didn’t care much for bothering with such things. “May I?” Diluc lifts the corset, and his brows.
“Yes, of course.” Childe steps closer, raising his arms. He swallows hard when Diluc winds his arms around his waist, pulling the corset. But of course, his dick is already tall from the excitement of being tangled up earlier, white lines pushed into soft pink flesh from where the ribbons of the corset got tied around him.
Diluc holds the clothing in place with one hand, a move which has Childe’s heart pounding in his chest so loud he’s sure the redhead can hear it. “My name. And my house,” he says, tightening the corset a bit tighter than strictly necessary. “And the names of my family members.”
Childe’s eyes go wide. “What can I say? I did a thorough job.” Childe glances back, enamored with the way the sunlight shades across Diluc’s skin. He’s never seen him in the daytime like this, in a soft morning light. It annoys him, somehow. Who looks that good after just rolling out of bed? “I thought it fitting to learn a bit about the man who I stuck my neck out for.”
“And what did you learn?”
“Your name,” Childe says, counting on his fingers, “your job, and your family members.”
Diluc cinches the corset, making Childe gasp, before he loosens it with deft fingers, teasing the man. He ties it regularly, sighing. “Please leave them out of your plans,” he adds, quietly. “We may be getting along well now, but mark my words.” He steps back, dropping his hands.
Childe feigns a stretch. “Let me guess, ‘if you hurt my family, I’ll kill you’. I get it, I’ve heard it all before.”
Childe turns to see bright red eyes, bright with pain. “If you go after my family,” Diluc says quietly, “then we’re enemies.”
His brows are creased, everything in his stance begging Childe not to do this.
He looks like someone begging someone to let the hostages to go.
The breeze blows in, getting Diluc’s bangs tangled in his lips. His lips are wet, glossed over with honey balm.
“I understand,” Childe says, forcing his trembling force to be steady.
Diluc’s gaze drops open. His worry is palpable. “Did I scare you?”
“No.” Childe laughs, a lifeless sound that flops between them like a dead fish. “I wouldn’t hurt your family,” he says, seriously. “I was almost insulted, comrade,” he says, crossing his arms, “hearing your words. As if I would hurt the family of the man I could have died protecting.”
Diluc watches him, torn, clearly wanting to believe his words.
“But then I got to thinking,” Childe says quietly. “What did you go through, that you would be that afraid of being betrayed?”
Diluc remains quiet, though his eyes fill with a kindred, campfire type of understanding. Childe’s remain gentle.
They’re just two men after all, who have been through a lot for their ages.
Childe crosses his arms, standing with his legs apart, a silly stance when he’s in a shirt and corset, but his dick is sticking out. “Don’t let the Tsaritsa, or anyone else, hear you say we’re anything else.” His eyebrow quirks, grin so wide his teeth are showing, as graceless and vibrant as ever. “You’re persona non grata, you know. Failing to fight you is technically against my contract.”
Diluc flinches, a fraction.
Childe steps back, arms loosening. The energy pulsing off of him doesn’t slow, but his stance is protective, cautious. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“Not at all,” Diluc says, his voice dark. “Forgive me, for how harsh my words are. But don’t forget them.”
“I understand,” Childe says easily, giving a grin that’s a bit too forgiving for the subject matter. It’s not as if Diluc’s threats have been idle to all of the Fatui he’s rid the world of.
And it’s not as if Childe merely collects taxes from innocent civilians.
At the end of the day, there’s blood buried under their fingernails. They’re both villains, to someone.
Diluc’s canine slips off of his lip. “Did they punish you?” The question is as swift as a kick.
Childe’s head tilts, eyes wide. He gives a thin-lipped smile, unsure of how he’s supposed to lie to that question. “Say what? Hey um, I think I have to go.” He rushes over to the chair by the fireplace, grabbing his pants. “See I uh,” he says, hopping as he tries to pull them on. “I have some work to do. Personal business, don’t worry. No civilians getting their fingers taxed here!”
He can’t stand the hurt look on Diluc’s face, so he looks away, heart pounding.
“This conversation got dark, didn’t it?” He lets out a laugh that climbs as it dies, a failed mountaineer slipping back down the snow.
But in the privacy of a turned back, his smile falls, cheek pulled tight, freckles popping against rouged cheeks.
But once he pulls his pants on, staring down at the bed they slept together in, Diluc’s words ring through his head.
Childe turns back, frowning a bit. “Did you really mean what you said?”
“I have a duty to protect everyone in Mondstadt,” Diluc says seriously.
“I’m in Mondstadt,” Childe says quietly.
“Now you understand the breadth of my burden.”
Childe’s gaze opens a bit. He swallows, hard.
“You’re one of the people I will protect,” Diluc promises.
It’s too much. Childe’s fingers tremble, and he bunches them under his shirt, so that Diluc doesn’t see. He looks for any distraction, anything to set his mind at ease. Alarm bells are ringing, begging him to run. If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t believe them.
His eyes roam fluffy eyelashes, and hidden freckles across Diluc’s nose, and full lips that he’s sure taste sweet. “I want,” he begins, desperate to explain himself.
He can imagine how it would feel to bury himself into Diluc’s chest once more. To melt against him.
But he has a family. And he’s a Harbinger.
Childe’s hand flits subconsciously to his cheek, tracing old scars scratched into his cheek.
His gaze falls to those warm hands, which for once aren’t gloved. Scars lace across the back, a burn on Diluc’s thumb, nicks that look like rings from his pointer’s tip to his second knuckle.
“You have beautiful hands,” Childe says.
Diluc blushes heavily.
Childe is staring at him like the man is lost in his thoughts, and he begins to smirk, gaze becoming focused. His eyes are dark even in the morning light, seeming to absorb the dawn as it pours in the window behind him.
Diluc’s eyes roam from the man’s face to his hips, unabashed. He squints when he sees the tag peeking out from under the seam of the white shirt. “You stole that.” It has the initials ‘DR’ embroidered on it, in red. Of course.
“This?” Childe pinches the end, holding it up. His brows rise, reminding Diluc a bit too much of Kaeya when they were kids.
The redhead crosses his arms, waiting for the barrage of excuses and half-assed lies. This will be entertaining.
“No I didn’t.”
“It has my initials.”
“Oh, no, this is my friend’s.” Childe nods, grabbing his boots to throw on.
Guess we know the answer to ‘fight or flight’, Diluc thinks.
“His name is Royal Dick, but it’s backwards. Like his dick.” Childe glances to the wall, then back to Diluc, eyes squinting.
He doesn’t even believe his own lie. “He’s a bird?”
“Birds have backwards genitals?” Childe, on instinct, just glances down at Diluc, who rears back in offense. “Sorry! Sorry, I just, heheheh, sometimes you look like a bird. Anyways, yeah I borrowed this shirt.” He tugs the collar.
Diluc’s tongue flicks out and Childe sucks in a breath, immediately folding. “Is that alright? It looks good on me, doesn’t it? I’ll buy you another one.”
“Keep it,” Diluc says. “I don’t want your germs on me anyways.”
Childe bawks, leaving Diluc chuckling as he turns away, pulling his gloves on.
“Oh, again?!”
Kaeya slams the tavern door, letting out an exasperated little sigh, his lip curled.
“What?” Childe turns, smiling to glance back at the Captain, with a knowing look. “I even brought a present Captain.” He holds out a hand, indicating the Death After Noon beside him.
“What are you doing here,” Kaeya says, frowning. He snatches up the fragile glass. “Is this a bribe? I can write you up for that.”
“Relax,” Childe says, unable to hold back his chuckling.
Oh, how Kaeya would regret not listening to that sound.
The Captain takes a sip of his drink, spitting it out across the counter. Right onto Diluc, who growls at him.
“Why is this juice?!”
Childe, who’s snickering like an imp, scurries over to the door. He waves, already gripping the handle like his life depends on it. Judging by the way Kaeya’s Vision is pulsating, it does. “Have a good night, boys!”
He’s out the door by the time Kaeya whips around, the closing door showered in a tiny sea of frosty snowflakes.
“Son of a bitch,” the Captain mutters, wiping his tongue on the back of his forearm, wincing at the taste of grape. He turns back, in time to see Diluc, who’s still glaring at him.
The heir hasn’t moved.
“Oh, I’m doing you a favor,” Kaeya says. “Lose your shirt, and you might get a date, and then you can stop working all the time. It’s not like you need to, you know you’re rich right?”
Outside the tavern, in the alley beside the place, laughter breaks out, so loud and raucous it can be heard through the wall.
Diluc sighs.
Charles is in charge of the tavern that night, which is how Diluc gets out of his duties early. Which really means that he’s getting to work early.
He gives Charles instructions to let the ginger in whenever the man returns. Childe has a key to the tavern, the upstairs portion at least, on a ribbon slung around his neck. That way he can stay in that book room, rather than whatever hole he was planning on sleeping in.
Apparently he doesn’t like bunking with the other Fatui. Or, more than likely, Diluc assumes they don’t know a Harbinger is in town.
Either way, Childe will be accounted for, and no doubt waiting at home like a good little boy for a dicking down later.
Which gives Diluc time to go do his job.
Step 1, steal things.
He grunts a bit as he climbs up the wall of the Knights’ Headquarters.
Rosaria is watching Albedo tonight, since he’s going back to Dragonspine. Kaeya is watching Klee, so he’s accounted for.
And Jean should be asleep already. In other words, the coast is clear.
Diluc wastes no time undoing the latches on the second story Cavalry Captain’s office. It never was hard to break into, and it’s not like they bothered to change the locks. He slips inside, padding across to the door. Well, first he drops a few beetles in the drawer. And takes out Kaeya’s scarf and farts on it.
He flips through some of the paperwork, signing Huffman’s name, just to get back at the man for snooping around Angel’s Share during the Stormterror incident.
Once Diluc has had his mischievous fill, he unlocks the door from the inside, closing it gently and relocking it. Then he looks left and right, realizing there literally aren’t enough Knights in Mondstadt for anyone to notice he’s here.
For a moment, he imagines breaking in downstairs, but he can’t bring himself to mess with Jean or Amber, and that only leaves Lisa’s sacred library. His desire to wreak havoc wars briefly with his childish fear of that Sumerian librarian.
Disappointed at how easy this is getting, and using that as an excuse not to learn how it feels to be struck by lightning, he walks across the room to the archives, which is kept separate from the library due to an incident with Benny a few years back.
Diluc uses his old key on this door, which used to be a storage closet for supplies. He opens it, closes it, and sees a shadow moving right in front of him.
In an instant he pounces, slamming the enemy to the ground, where something clatters on the tiles, realizing a moment later that perhaps that’s not quite the kindest thing to do.
“Jesus! Did you even check to see if I’m a Knight?!”
A flame sparks to life over Diluc’s shoulder, giving enough light for him to see Childe clearly.
He didn’t even bother to wear a mask.
The Harbinger squirms under him, pouting. He’s pinned to the floor, wrist caught under Diluc’s hand, his other forearm under Diluc’s. The book he was reading has fallen open, a bit of cor lapis spilling onto the floor.
“I realize that,” Diluc deadpans, releasing his arms. He’s straddling the man, and thanks his archons that he didn’t get kneed. “But you’re not exactly a Knight.”
“I am to my sister,” Childe tries, but he’s met with a warm sigh. Diluc stands, extending a hand which Childe waves off, busying himself with admiring the floating flame from the floor. “Fine, fine, I’m sorry for breaking in,” he says, brushing off imaginary dirt from his arms. He freezes. “Wait a minute! What are you doing here?!”
Diluc pops his collar, moving to squat before the shelves, searching for the right book. His flame flies over to join him, leaving Childe in shades of blue from the window. “I’m a citizen of Mondstadt.”
“I don’t think citizens of Mondstadt are allowed in, or they wouldn’t have guards out front!”
“Those are to keep Fatui out. Not that it’s working,” Diluc mutters.
“Likely story,” Childe complains, lifting the book. Diluc glances down, to see a drawing of the goddamn Darknight Hero on the page Childe is reading.
“Tsk. I can send you to them and see how likely it is.”
“Damn!” Childe is shocked.
“Shh! Keep your voice down!”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Childe crosses his arms, turning his back fully on Diluc, who stubbornly lights a second flame next to the man. “I have cor lapis, thank you. I can see perfectly fine.”
Diluc has half a mind to steal the stone, but he forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Removing those records is crucial to the next part of his plan.
“What’s a ‘Darknight Hero’?”
“An idiot who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut,” Diluc says. He huffs, looking for another row of books, unable to find what he’s searching for.
“The vitriol,” Childe says, staring at him for a moment, snickering.
“Not you,” Diluc amends. “Apologies, I’m still worked up from finding a random person in this room.”
“I mean, to be fair, there’s a lot of people in this building. What if you just tackled a Knight like that? Hey, your mask looks like this guy’s.” He points to the page, like a toddler. Or a teacher.
The thought makes Diluc momentarily glance at the man, who’s shaded on one side by the moon which has peeked out from the clouds to see their mischief, and from the other by his own firelight.
He’s entirely too attractive for his own good, and the nature of their meeting only sets Diluc’s heart beating even warmer. He bites back a smile.
Please stop using your brain. “It doesn’t, mine is made of nicer material,” Diluc says, as haughtily as he can manage. He hopes Childe knows he’s joking.
The laughter tells him he succeeded, and Diluc’s lips curve up happily.
“Come on Diluc, do you not like this story?” He leans in, breathing deep. “You smell amazing.”
He grunts freely, knowing Childe won’t be offended. “I hate the tale.” The floating fire between them finds a lamp, lighting the small wick enough to illuminate the men beneath. “I just farted.”
“Oh, why?” Childe lets out a wheezing laugh when Diluc’s words catch up to him. He covers his mouth, snickering.
Pride swells Diluc’s chest. He angles himself towards Childe more, hoping he looks half as nice in the light. He lets the fires dim a bit. “It sounds stupid.”
“Sounds personal.” Childe’s nose wrinkles on one side.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Diluc looks up to him, trying to appear unamused, but his pursed lips give away how funny he finds this.
Childe snickers quietly, and Diluc nudges him. “Shh, they’ll hear you,” he says, voice soft.
“Sorry, this is just too good. I mean, they’re talking about the man stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. He’s my type,” Childe adds.
Diluc pulls another book down, flicking his ponytail to hide his blushing cheek from Childe’s view. “Are you here on official business?” The dates within are wrong. He flips it closed, puts it back.
Childe pretends not to take stock of what the man is grabbing. “I shouldn’t tell you, but yes and no.” He watches Diluc grab another book, of dates which are more recent. Ones from after Lumine arrived in Mondstadt. “The Fatui are looking for someone.”
He has Diluc’s full attention. The man turns to him, the firelights dimming even further.
His eyes are desperate, needing information.
Childe relents. The pain in Diluc’s face is obvious, and Childe can’t let someone he cares about sit in pain. “There’s no use keeping it from you. Lumine knows too, by the way. You know the Sixth Harbinger, the Balladeer?”
“Scaramouche,” Diluc says, his voice serious. “The clone of Ei.”
Childe stares for a moment, shocked. His mind whirrs forward. “Right, Lumine told you.”
Diluc neither confirms nor denies, but Childe sees no other way for the man to have knowledge. Unless it’s something he amassed back in his assassin days.
“Anyways,” Childe says, trying to keep his voice light. Diluc held him when he cried. He will make the man laugh. “He’s missing.”
“Is he here in Mondstadt?” Something flashes in Diluc’s eyes.
“No idea, but there was a sighting in the mountains. I figured he wouldn’t like the cold, so I came down here to have a look around.”
“Hmph. He wouldn’t last long up there.”
“Dragonspine is harsh, and protected,” Childe admits.
“No, his doll gears would get stuck.”
Childe sucks on his teeth. “How do you,” he starts, snickering. “How do you keep a straight face, saying that?”
“Years of practice dealing with annoying business men,” Diluc deadpans.
“Not me though.”
“No.”
“Hmph.” Childe sets his chin on his hand, elbow on his knee. “Everytime I go to Dragonspine, that nun’s always there, watching. The one who’s friends with Captain Doesn’t-Like-Me.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
Childe looks over, tilting his head. The dates in the book Diluc is flipping through are very recent. The past few weeks. “Sister Rosaria, friend of Captain Kaeya Alberich.”
“Hm. I know them,” Diluc says, closing the book. He tucks a stolen page into his sleeve.
“Yes. And if not her, then the alchemist guy.”
Diluc rolls his eyes. He’ll have to tip them off, likely through Kaeya, that they’ve been caught. “Please leave them out of it.”
“Of course. It’s not my business how a country protects itself,” Childe says, turning his attention back to his own book, flipping through it to make up for lost time. As if Diluc hasn’t noticed his attention being caught on Diluc’s papers.
As if Diluc isn’t smart enough to grab a piece of paper on flower sales from Donna’s flower shop, rather than something Childe could use. Childe might be trying his hand at chess, but Diluc has more experience playing games.
And he knows what the Fatui teach their recruits.
“So why are you in the old records?” Diluc asks gently. If he can help, he will.
“Looking for information on reasons clone baby would come here. Anything in the last 500 years.”
500 years. That has a bit too much to do with Khaenri’ah. Diluc feels a mental itch start, but he’s managed to avoid information on the place for this long. Can he hold out?
“And what are you finding?” Diluc spots the book he’s looking for. He opens it, eyes scouring reports on the Darknight Hero. He snatches them out of the book, pages ripping, and burns them right then and there, catching the ashes on the remaining pages. He dumps the small pile in his inventory, to get rid of any evidence Lisa could use to track him down.
Not that she would, but she is fond of blackmail. She does like wine. And his garden.
“Fairy tales,” Childe says, sighing. His book slams shut. “It would be easier to go talk to an old timer. Did you get what you need?”
“Yes.”
Childe looks to him with a grin.
Childe stares up at the tops of the shelves for a moment, sitting quietly beside Diluc. “I won’t let him hurt anyone in Mondstadt,” he says finally.
Diluc lets out something which could be construed as a chuckle. His tongue slips out, wetting his lips. “I won’t let him hurt anyone in Mondstadt if I can help it,” he says.
“I was just offering to help,” Childe says, all cocky.
“I can protect the city,” Diluc says. “You need to protect yourself. You never know when a Knight might find you.”
“You wouldn’t turn me in.” Childe leans against him, at first just to bump the man, but he feels muscles and melts, mentally cursing himself.
Diluc leans against him. “If I did, you would surely do the same to me.”
“What fun would that be? I would expect you to come get me out of prison. You get me in, you break me out.”
They’re whispering now, Diluc swallowing hard. He tries not to laugh, but the mental image is too good.
Childe’s not done, sensing he has an opening to make the man smile. “You’d have to come in through the ceiling, unless you want to crawl through the hole I piss in. Are you willing to crawl in my piss to get to me?”
“I would turn into a worm if I had to.”
“I’ve heard even a worm will turn,” Childe murmurs, “but never a worm turning into a man turning into a worm to crawl through piss.”
Diluc’s shoulders are shaking. His hand rises, to hide his smile, but he can’t hide how his cheeks puff.
Childe leans against him further, reveling in the smell of perfume mixing with the incense of Diluc’s fire. “I think worms eat whenever they crawl, so technically speaking you’d be eating my piss.”
Diluc laughs, his smile wide. He throws his head back, laughing silently, the only sound his breathing.
Childe breathes deep, admiring for a moment the man’s head, thrown, his neck extending, scarred and beautiful.
The firelight goes out, and Childe watches him, in the moonlight, eyes roaming over his jaw, to bask in the joy of Diluc’s face, in the curve of his eyes, in the way his lashes catch the tears slipping from his eyes.
Childe sits on Diluc’s lap, legs clasped behind his back.
“I like this corset,” Diluc praises. He presses a fervent kiss to Childe’s neck, where there are no bruises.
“Planning to mark me up some more?”
“No,” Diluc says, licking his lips, the tip of his tongue flicking along Childe’s skin. “Not tonight.”
His arms wind around the man, heart pounding.
This time, Childe only grabbed information on old tales, as he said he would. This time, he was honest.
But that doesn’t mean he will be forever.
But his hand closes on Diluc’s bicep, head settling on his shoulder, fitting against him perfectly. Their heartbeats lift their chests against each other. And for one moment, Diluc wonders why this Harbinger seeks him out for comfort and protection.
Did he truly come to bring down the Balladeer, for no reason?
Or is he repaying an old debt? Coming to protect persona non grata?
It makes sense. If Childe wanted Diluc dead, if he wanted revenge for whatever was done to him when he saved Diluc’s life, he could have done it years ago.
But on the flip side, Diluc was saving Childe’s family.
And that was years ago.
People change, after all. Diluc knows that. He knows people can become people he never imagined they would be.
“I like your kisses,” Childe says quietly.
Diluc thinks that maybe, some people don’t change so much.
Either way. He can handle whatever comes.
If he doesn’t expect Childe not to betray him, then it’s not a betrayal. If, someday, the Tsaritsa demands the worst, it’s alright. He’ll be ready.
He knows he’s strong enough to fight the Harbinger, especially since he knows Childe lost to Lumine. She’s strong, but she told Diluc about his fighting style.
He can win, if he needs to.
And besides. They don’t have to fight to the death.
He presses his hands onto Childe’s waist, avoiding his shoulders, squeezing him close.
“I like your dick too, maybe we could do something with that?”
“Erk. You’re incapable of having warm moments.” Diluc grips Childe’s hip, grinding his erection against the man so the ginger knows he’s teasing.
“I’m just horny,” Childe says, giggling darkly. “Well I mean, I like the hug too, don’t get me wrong.”
Diluc snorts, shoulders shaking with laughter. “If you promise to stay quiet,” he whispers, “I think it would be fun.”
“I promise to try.”
“Nngh, yes,” Childe says, his voice nearly breaking. His back arches with pleasure, shoulders digging against the shelves behind him. His nails are leaving little grooves in the back of Diluc’s neck, cock throbbing against the other man, still relishing the feeling of a large hand gripping the length.
Diluc holds him close, smiling, kissing his head gently. He gave the man a handjob for a bit, while Childe was sitting on his lap. Childe asked for the dick, and Diluc is more than happy to give the dick. He stood, lifting Childe’s thighs, pressing the man to the shelves to slip inside of him.
“More,” Childe gasps. His teeth close on Diluc’s ear.
Diluc’s thighs tense with pleasure, as he pushes higher, hips tilting up against Childe, dick sliding further. He stops again, giving the man time to breathe. “Is this good?”
Childe groans, legs tightening. He bucks his hips, rubbing his dick on his lover, desperate. His teeth release Diluc’s ear, so that he breathes right into it, breath catching as he holds onto Diluc’s waist. His voice is high pitched. “More.”
“More?” Diluc’s voice is low, a red blush covering his cheeks and nose. There’s something special about being trusted with someone’s body like this, in a side room, on a secret mission.
And the noises Childe is making are driving him insane, making Diluc’s cock throb.
Childe gasps again, feeling Diluc flex within him. “Yes. More. Now!”
Diluc smiles, holding Childe close, supporting his weight. He slowly, slowly slides in further, making Childe gasp, and stops again.
“You did get bigger,” Childe says.
“Too big?”
“I like it,” Childe says. Diluc breathes a sigh of relief.
Childe sits back, so they can see each other, chest heaving, eyes bright with happiness. He’s drooling, and he has to swallow, his hair a mussed up mess about his forehead. Childe’s teeth slip off of his bitten lip, leaving it swollen and wet.
Diluc nearly kisses him right then. He reaches between them, massaging Childe’s dick in his hand, not tugging enough to get him fully off, but pleasuring him all the same.
“Do you always carry lube?”
“Sometimes,” Diluc says. “Never know when I might meet you again, so I have to be prepared.”
Childe’s lips part, pleasure coursing through him at the words, and the finger sliding over his slick tip. His swollen cock is throbbing. Diluc removes his hand, hugging him. “You make me sound special.”
“You are special,” Diluc says.
“You say that to all your enemies?” Childe’s tip presses against Diluc’s stomach and his back arches, his nails clawing Diluc’s neck, pulling the man’s head back to see him.
The redhead smiles, eyes catching the moonlight for a moment. His thumb caresses Childe’s side. “No. Just you. You’re special.”
Childe stops moving, staring at him.
Diluc freezes, thighs tensing. “Childe?”
Childe starts crying right then and there.
Diluc pulls out, slowly, carefully. His dick out, he winds his arms around Childe’s waist, holding him up fully, off of the shelves. “Are you okay? Was that too much? Shh, shh.” His heart pounds with fear. “I’ll take you home.”
“No, no. It wasn’t too much.” Childe’s voice is breaking. He covers his eyes with his wrist, clearly embarrassed. “I just...you...I’m so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid!” Diluc’s mind is whirling, but he can’t figure out what’s wrong. “Did my dick make you feel stupid?”
“No!” Childe laughs, placing both hands on either side of Diluc’s face. “No, no, сонечко. I just,” he gasps, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“Sorry, here.” Diluc tugs a handkerchief from archons knows where, handing it over.
Childe wipes his eyes, looking at the red stitching. “It’s embroidered ‘DR’ too,” he says, lip pouting.
“Much be from your friend, Royal Dick.”
Childe sniffles, bursting out with more laughter. He buries his face into Diluc’s neck. “Second day in a row I’ve cried onto you.”
“That’s alright,” Diluc says. He paces, carrying Childe. “There’s nothing wrong with showing emotion.”
“I just...that was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I mean during like, you know. I mean even if it wasn’t, it was really nice.”
“Hm.” Diluc stops pacing. “Should I do the whole, ‘who had the biggest dick’ thing? To make you laugh?”
“Should I?!” Childe leans way back, laughing up at Diluc. “You could have your pick of the crop!”
Neither of them is being remotely quiet anymore. Childe leaps down, dick flopping out of his pants. He stretches, squatting.
“I enjoyed that,” Childe says.
“Me too, моя квіточка."
Childe stares up at Diluc from where he’s grabbing papers that were strewn across the floor, eyes wide. “Excuse me?”
Diluc meets his eyes with a grin. “What, did you think I survived in Snezhnaya without knowing the language?”
He ducks and presses his lips to the man’s collar.
“Lick me,” Childe asks quietly. “Or should I say it in Snezhnayan?”
“Don’t let the Knights hear,” Diluc says, laughing softly. He nudges Childe’s shirt open with his cheek, licking from his sternum to his breast, mouth closing on Childe’s nipple.
Childe groans then, and his legs open further. “Yes, yes.” He pushes down, sliding onto Diluc’s dick. His moan rises in the storage room, gaining traction, ending with a raspy gasp, spit dripping over his lips. Diluc’s cock throbs inside of him, full and wet.
Diluc cranes his neck to lick from the base of Childe’s breast up, tongue wet and warm over the man’s nipple.
Childe grinds his dick on him, flexing his muscles to stimulate himself on Diluc. He then begins to ride, holding onto his shoulders to lift and drop his hips.
The dick was good enough the first time, but feeling it reopen him, and then sink deep, is wonderful. Childe can’t hold back his happiness, nor can he stay quiet.
The desperate, high-pitched sounds he’s making in Diluc’s ears are incredible. Diluc’s fingers dig against his ass, holding the man close.
Precum seeps out of Childe’s cock, onto Diluc’s clothes.
Diluc pumps in and out of Childe at a steadier rhythm. “If the Knights find us,” he whispers, “we’re going to the dungeon.”
Childe bites his lip to stay quiet, panting. “Together?” He grins, eyes flashing with the moonlight coming in from outside. “They won’t know what we’re saying down there.”
Diluc giggles. “They know what sex is.”
“Mondstadt Knights? Are you sure?”
Diluc pulls back, unable to stop laughing, pressing a mirthful kiss to the man’s nose. “Shh, you promised.”
Childe lowers his voice. “I’m trying, you’re making it hard – ngh.”
Diluc smirks, licking ever to gently along the very edge of Childe’s nipple, with the tip of his tongue.
“You’re no angel.”
“Angels are made of desire.”
Childe lifts his hips, close to climax, grinding down once more. He gasps in Diluc’s ear, lifting himself up once more. “Please.”
“Yes,” Diluc whispers back, thumb caressing Childe’s spine.
The ginger groans, dropping his hips, then bunnyhopping on Diluc’s cock, desperate. A sound builds in the back of his throat until he cries out. “Yes!” His thighs tighten on Diluc’s waist, trembling. His cock throbs for a moment, but Diluc takes the opportunity to slip a hand between them. He runs his finger from the base to the tip, gentle as ever.
Childe cums all over the man’s vest, and hand, leaving his gloved fingers sticky. He groans in his ear, biting the fabric over his shoulder, gasping noisily. Slowly, slowly, his thighs release, opening even further than before. He lets out another moan, as Diluc’s finger pulls away.
The redhead licks his glove.
“More,” Childe gasps.
“More?”
Childe nods against him a few times, voice high. “Mm-hmm.”
Diluc lifts Childe up against the bookshelves, feeling the man’s tingling body open for him. He pumps in and out of him, whispering in his ear. “You did so well. You feel so good. Your cum tastes wonderful.”
Childe begins whimpering, his breaths a fast symphony for Diluc to hold onto. His fingers slip into Diluc’s hair, holding the man’s head close. His head tilts back, earring scraping against the metal of the shelf.
Diluc smiles, pressing fervent kisses to Childe’s throbbing nipple, the man’s breasts exposed, vulnerable. He glances down, seeing Childe’s own cum smearing all over the moonlit skin of Childe’s exposed stomach. Diluc bites back a moan, pressing up deeper into the man.
“More,” Childe begs, tugging on Diluc’s hair, his go-to for making the man desperate.
Sure enough, Diluc bends against him, chest to chest. Childe can feel the man’s leather armor under his shirt.
“Your nipples must be rockhard right now,” Childe says, slowly coming down from his climax.
“Very,” Diluc says, gasping.
Childe lifts his hips, dropping them onto Diluc, who grabs his thighs and presses into him. Childe presses a kiss to Diluc’s head, and the man cums inside him.
Childe groans, feeling warm cum fill him, making his legs try to crush Diluc’s waist, to no avail. He moans, unable to hold himself up on Diluc’s shoulders any longer. Diluc supports his weight, cock still leaking.
Diluc pants, head buried against Childe’s chest. Slowly, slowly, he keeps thrusting, getting every bit of pleasure out of Childe’s tensing, trembling thighs.
“You’re too good at this,” Childe says, his voice rising in pitch once more.
“I’m glad to be of service,” Diluc whispers. He grunts, feeling the last of his cum enter the man, drained.
“Stay like this, for a moment,” Childe says, winding his arms around Diluc’s neck. He pulls him close.
“Of course.”
A few deep breaths later, Childe is ready to speak.
Which is when they hear people pounding up the stairs.
“Wrong type of pounding,” Childe says, his mind lost in pleasure.
They absolutely cannot be found like this. Diluc pulls out of Childe, supporting the man with one arm, Childe’s limp legs wrapped around him.
He leaves the papers strewn where they are. Diluc rushes for the window, which has been left open. He opens it fully, crawling out and gliding over to the outer wall of the city.
Once on the wall, Diluc ducks so no onlookers can see, Childe beside him. The Harbinger rolls onto his back, a bunch of papers caught in his tight grip. He shoves them into his inventory, gasping happily, still coming down from his climax.
The men pant for a moment, staring at the sky. The moon is bright above them.
“We got cum on that floor,” Childe says, laughing softly.
“Good. I take ‘fuck the Knights’ seriously,” Diluc says.
His dick is throbbing. He struggles trying to fit it back into his pants in a way that doesn’t hurt. There’s cum on his vest, but he doesn’t mind.
Childe evidently doesn’t care if he’s in the open, his dick waving hi to the moon, dripping.
Diluc reaches over, finger trailing along the wet tip. He sucks his finger, then tucks Childe back in as gently as he can. “That’s how you do that without getting a dick caught.”
“You got your dick caught in something,” Childe says.
In this lighting, Childe’s cheeks are bright red, so bright he almost appears feverish. Diluc leans down over him, fingertips trailing up from Childe’s v-line, up his abdomen. The sensitive man moans, legs lifting.
Diluc grins down at him, meeting eyes which sparkle with the stars lost in them.
“It was an accident,” Childe says, his voice whiny.
He’s driving Diluc insane. The man’s heart is pounding, with the excitement of almost being caught, with the happiness of having just cum. With the way Childe is looking up at him, like he’s a hero.
Diluc’s hand closes on Childe’s, holding his slender fingers gently. “Come back with me,” he says, fingers sliding back down towards Childe’s pants.” I’ll treat you to a meal.”
“Yes, Sir,” Childe says, breathy. And trusting.
“I refuse to walk tomorrow,” Childe says, lying back on the bed.
Diluc chuckles, sinking onto the blankets next to him. Childe has a tight grip on his arm.
“We’ll clean up in the morning,” Diluc says. “Rest easy. No one will take you tonight,” he adds, winding an arm under Childe’s neck.
“Try not to get mortally injured,” Childe says, also referencing their first night together. He doesn’t know how accurate his words are. “And I hope when we wake up, the Knights aren’t after us.”
They’re quiet for a moment.
"You came, you saw," Diluc whispers, breaking into a mountain of snickers.
Childe bursts out laughing, "Ow," clutching his stomach and turning on his side.
"Here, water." Diluc holds out a glass for him, chuckling. They got back a short while ago, though how their legs carried them this far, he isn't sure. How Knights didn't spot them, is due to the general incompetence of Ordo Favonius.
The two men crawled upstairs, and to this back room, where Diluc wet a towel for them from a jug by the bed, and cleaned Childe's slick thighs, and sticky stomach.
Diluc's clothes are strewn across the floor. He’s never comfortable being seen naked, but he washed up at the sink and dressed himself in clothes he keeps in the dresser. Coincidentally, they’re all embroidered with the initials of Childe’s mysterious friend.
Diluc smiled as he buttoned his clothes, knowing he’ll never see them without seeing Childe’s bright smile.
"I left my corset," Childe says suddenly, gasping when he stops drinking water. "Shit."
Diluc tugs the crimson clothing from his inventory, handing it over. "I stashed it just in case. And it’s clean."
"You think of everything."
Diluc chuckles. "I try."
“I ripped this off, but maybe next time I’ll have you take it off for me,” Childe says, falling back on the bed, arm over his eyes. He shoots back up. “Wait! I didn’t say that out loud.”
Diluc is drinking water beside him, sitting up. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Well, I mean, I shouldn’t like assume you would want to...be with me. You know?” Childe is staring at his hands, clasped in his lap.
Diluc blinks at him owlishly. “But I like being around you.” His brow creases. “Did someone say I didn’t?”
“No!” Childe devolves into giggles. “Who would?”
“I’ve had issues with it,” Diluc says, pouting sourly. “Donna, for one. Avoid her, if you please, or if you find you can’t, please understand the things she says isn’t true!”
“Oh, one of those. I can always tax her,” Childe offers.
“She’s a Mondstadt citizen, Childe.”
“I meant on my toy sales!” He throws his arms around Diluc’s neck. The man lets him, rocking a bit with the force, lost in his grumpy thoughts as he takes another swig of water. The hug spills droplets onto his shirt, but he likes the feeling.
Childe opens his eyes, content to stay here, when he notices something. “Oh, shit.”
“What? Are you alright?”
“Your neck,” he says, pulling back. “I ripped it up. Hand me that ointment,” Childe says, holding his hand out. “I’ll patch you up.”
The fireplace is off, since it’s a warm night.
"Comrade?"
"Yes?"
"I'm glad I went to the Knights tonight."
"Mm. I am delighted to know that."
"I'm glad I came." A pillow pushes into Childe's face, leaving him bursting with laughter. "Comrade, it's funny!"
Diluc reaches over, stealing Childe's pillows to his side. " 'It's funny'," he mimics.
"Give those back!" Childe giggles, tugging on them.
Diluc pretends to snore, loud, obnoxious snores with "wittle wittle wittle wittle," at the end.
Childe gets up close, leaning down towards his ear. "I once fucked a beetle."
"What in the Abyss." Diluc rolls back, staring at him, horrified.
"Just kidding," Childe says, ripping two of the pillows away. He turns over, backing up until his ass rubs onto Diluc's sore cock. "Good night, dear," he says, in a mimicking voice.
Diluc remains quiet.
Childe glances over his shoulder, and Diluc flicks water from his fingertips onto the man, who cries out in laughter.
Childe steals half the blankets kicking his legs out as he flails, while Diluc just watches the show with a smug little grin.
"Comrade!"
"Look, I got you wet."
Childe flips over, kneeling, glaring down.
Diluc lifts an arm, setting it under his own head with a happy smile.
“You know, when you stay here with me, it’s not so lonely.” Childe is lying on his side, clutching a pillow close.
“I’m just here to make sure you don’t go after any of Mondstadt’s citizens.”
“Comrade!! I’m trying to have a moment!”
“Oh,” Diluc says. He gives a little sniff. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Childe laughs. “I’m gonna kick you out of bed.”
“I’ll go sleep with Royal Dick.”
“Let it go! I said I was sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m wearing his clothes too.”
“He gets around town,” Childe says, fluffing his pillow which Diluc already fluffed fifty times before letting him lay on it. “You’re not a royal dick, you’re a royal pain in my as-HAHAHHAHAA.” Childe must be quite tired, because he devolves into a laughing fit, turning on his side.
Eventually, he ends up laughing himself to sleep, falling into slumber with a smile on his face, at home with an enemy.
Diluc stares at the rafters above, thoughts a jumble.
Eventually, he crawls out of bed, locking the door behind him since Childe has the key. He leaves the tavern, dons his mask, and gets to work.