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Bamboo Garden

‘If you'll allow me, I'd like to give it a try. I'm sure it will be pleasant.’

‘Alright, fine. Just this once.’

‘Thank you, kitten~. I’ll try not to disappoint~.’

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Kazuha had Heizou underneath him. The detective's hands pinned above his head, lips pressed against each other, and fingers deep inside of his pussy. Slow thrusting, thumb rubbing his clit, dragging out the gentle touches.

"Kaz~..."

Kazuha lifted his head up a bit, glancing down at the other with a tilt of his head. The detective squirmed a bit, a blush overtaking his cheeks and he turned his head away.

"Yes, kitten?"

"Please stop dawdling... I just want you to try it already."

Kazuha let Heizou's hands go, letting his fingers trail across the other's body. The motions had Heizou squirming, shifting on the bed and attempting to press his legs together. However, with Kazuha sitting between them, that proved impossible.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just a touch nervous."

"If you don't want me to do this, then I won't. Just tell me."

"Kaz, it's fine. Go ahead."

Kazuha was a bit hesitant, but he obeyed. He scooted himself back from Heizou, laying himself down onto his belly with his face between Heizou's thighs.

Heizou shut his eyes tight, raising an arm up to cover the upper part of his face. His breathing was heavy and labored, from both arousal and nervousness... Kazuha could tell.

"Kitten..."

A tender voice, speaking out the pet-name for Heizou... before leaning in much closer and stroking his tongue along the other's clit.

Heizou immediately jerked, quickly clamping his legs closed and unintentionally squeezing Kazuha's head. The motion was quick, and as quickly as he had clamped Kazuha's head he was forcing himself to relax and letting them fall to the sides.

There was a faint ringing sound in Kazuha's ears at the action, moving a hand up to one of his ears to rub it as his gaze shifts up towards the detective.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Heizou kept mumbling over and over again, just under his breath.

"It's alright. Do you want me to try again, or would you rather I stop?" Kazuha sat himself up a bit onto his elbows, so that he could get a better look at Heizou. Not that he could see much, what with the detective covering half his face.

"Mnn... yeah, go ahead and try again... I won't do that again."

"It's okay if you do, kitten."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You didn't."

Heizou didn't respond, swallowing the lump in his throat. He slowed his breathing down, attempting to relax in anticipation of Kazuha trying it again.

And just like before, the wanderer is moving his face back down between Heizou's thighs... and just like before, he's letting his tongue drag over Heizou's clit.

This time, Heizou just jerks and gasps, legs twitching a little as the urge to shut them was there-- though he fought it down.

Kazuha let his eyes drift closed; stroking his tongue along the length of Heizou's clit, down between the lips of his sex, before slipping it inside of his pussy. His breath was hot against Heizou's skin, and the scent of him was so delicious~. One hand he slips up, so that he could toy and rub Heizou's clit in rhythm with his tongue.

It was heavenly~. Soft little moans slipped past his lips, lightly rocking his hips along with Kazuha's ministrations.

Something felt wrong--

Heizou felt sick. His body felt gross. He hates this. Disgusting. Ugly. Monstrous. Repulsive.

STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!

Heizou snapped. He intentionally slammed his thighs against Kazuha's head, causing the other to coil back from the pain. The detective is quickly sitting up, just as Kazuha is looking at him in worry.

"GET OFF ME!"

Heizou is pulling his legs up to his chest, kicking at Kazuha and forcing the wanderer to move backwards to avoid the oncoming attacks. But that wasn't apparently good enough, as Heizou is using his Anemo abilities to create a gust of wind.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!"

Kazuha was tossed off of the edge of the bed, falling onto the floor with a 'thump' and an 'oof'. He laid there for a moment, confused, before finally sitting up and looking at Heizou with such bewilderment.

What just happened??

Heizou was grabbing at the blanket, pulling it up and using it to cover his body with it.

"Heizou...?"

"Shut up! Don't talk to me!!"

Heizou was clinging to the blanket so tightly, slowly rocking back and forth as tears began filling his eyes. His breathing was uneven and wretched, jaw clenched tightly.

"Don't talk... just be quiet..."

Kazuha had opened his mouth, to simply say 'alright'... though decided against it and shut it. The atmosphere felt so heavy now. He moved closer to the bed, opting to turn away and lean against the wooden frame.

For a period of time... Kazuha just listened to Heizou cry, feeling the bed shake with his rocking and sharp sobs.

What went wrong? Was he too pushy? Did Heizou genuinely not want him to eat him out? Should he have asked before doing it? (As if he hadn't asked several times prior) Kazuha shifted his gaze down to his hands, tracing his thumbs across the tips of his fingers. An idle motion.

Slowly... Heizou was beginning to calm down, his rocking having ceased and his sobs were growing quiet.

Kazuha debated on whether he should speak or not... if he should turn around or not.

"Kazuha..."

"Mmm?"

"I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. I forgive you."

"Did.... did I hurt you?"

"No love, you didn't."

"Are you sure...?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

"....."

"Heizou, are you okay?"

"No... no I'm not..."

"Can you tell me what's wrong...? Did I do something to upset you?"

"Kaz...?"

"Yes?"

"Can you please hold me...?"

Kazuha didn't question. He stood up from the floor, turning towards the bed and crawling up onto it. He then sat down next to Heizou, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into his lap. Kazuha rested his head upon the other's, letting his eyes drift closed.

Heizou was shaking a little, curling up into the blanket a bit as he melted into Kazuha's touch.

"I'm sorry..."

"What for, my kitten?"

"For kicking you off of the bed."

"Heizou... what happened?"

Kazuha lifted his head up when he felt Heizou shift in his arms. His grip loosened a bit as Heizou then straddled his lap, glancing up at him with puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I felt... gross."

Kazuha blinked slowly. Gross?

"I felt..." Heizou avoided eye contact, glancing off to the side before leaning in and resting his head upon Kazuha's shoulder. "My mind became hyperaware that... my sex is still female... and I felt so sick to my stomach, I just wanted to scream and cry and I couldn't handle you touching me."

"I'm sorry..." Kazuha apologized softly, reaching a hand up to stroke his fingers through Heizou's hair. "I hadn't meant for that to happen... I just wanted to love you..."

"It's not your fault."

"It is. I was persistent in wanting to pleasure you. I shouldn't have tried to press the issue."

"Kaz, it's not your fault."

"Love, it is. You stated that you weren't quite comfortable with it but I--"

"Kazuha!"

Heizou reached his hands up, pinching the other's cheeks and forcing him to hush up. He pulled and pinched, being sure to dig his nails into Kazuha's skin as he did so. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave some red marks.

"I am not going to let you take the blame for this. I was a little uncomfortable, but I consented! I wanted to try this as much as you, even if it didn't seem like it! You gave me so many options to stop, but I didn't want to! Man alive, stop trying to martyr yourself!"

"Kitten--"

"No! Shut up! I don't want to hear you argue with me! It's not your fault! Say it!"

"Heizou..."

"Say it!"

"It's not my fault..."

"That's right!"

Heizou finally let Kazuha's cheeks go, to which the wander reached his hands up and rub his aching cheeks.

"Kazuha..."

"Mmm, yes my love?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too~."

"I'm sorry for freaking out..."

"It's not your fault, Heizou. If it's not mine, it's not yours either. Deal?"

Heizou couldn't help but chuckle a little, raising a hand up to place it upon one of Kazuha's.

"Alright... deal~."

[genshinteapot]

Autumn Walk

"Kazuha~..." Heizou breathed out, tensing at the other nipped at his neck. He had the wanderer in his lap, hands upon his hips to hold him in place, and a tree behind him for support.

"You taste so sweet." Kazuha murmured. Another nip to Heizou's neck, earning another flinch. "You do very much enjoy this... when I do this to you~."

"It's a very pleasant sensation, I won't deny it." Heizou can't help but chuckle, and he also can't help but feel the impatience growing within. He gripped tightly at Kazuha's hips, pulling him forward so that the other's hips could press against him. This does little to arouse him, though hopes with the motion Kazuha can get the silent message that he wants to progress further and not dawdle longer than necessary.

"May I, kitten?"

"Why do you have to ask?"

"Your comfort is most important to me... above all else."

"Yes well... if I was uncomfortable I'm fully capable of knocking you off of me."

"Consent is very important in this, kitten. I don't want you to resort to shoving me off when you can calmly state what bothers you."

"I was just trying to make a point that I could, not that I would."

"May I touch you then?"

"Man alive, yes-- yes I would very much like that."

Heizou felt a hand to his cheek, a gentle little coax to lift his head up, to which he felt Kazuha press his lips against his jawline-- just under his ear. A few more kisses, trailing down... until he reaches the collar he wore and another nip was given. Though this time it pinched his skin rather good, leaving behind a light red mark.

Another hand is placed upon Heizou's abdomen, feather-like motions to lift the edge of it up... only to sneak underneath. Further up Kazuha's hand went, until he felt the thin line of Heizou's scars... at least, one of them. Feeling Kazuha pause a moment, Heizou swallowed the lump in his throat. "What...?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you stop?"

"Just taking a moment to admire the 'battle' you endured to sustain these scars."

"Kazuha-- they're just mastectomy scars... it's not that great."

"Oh, but they are. A battle for your true inner identity, taking the required battles to become the man you want to be. It's admirable~."

"I think you're over exaggerating a little."

"I don't think so. These are battles I could never wage... others seldom ever do. But you took these battles head-on, and with so much courage. I'm proud of you for your tenacity and determination to make yourself happy."

Heizou felt his face flush. He pulled his hands back from Kazuha's hips so that he may cover his face, and with a bit of shifting, managed to lay down next to the trunk of the tree. Kazuha couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"You're a very brave man, kitten."

"Kaz..."

Kazuha pulled his hand back from under Heizou's shirt, shifting his gaze down to the other's lower abdomen. A flick back up to Heizou's face, which the detective remained covering, only to finally shift off of his hips and sit himself between the other's legs.

Deep ruby red eyes stayed focused on Heizou, one hand to his knee, and ever so slowly... began to slip it up his thigh.

Heizou jolted at the initial touch, but remained silent and unmoving. Bless this man and his loose shorts, makes it easier to do things like this. Further up Kazuha's hand went, until he finally touched at the other's underwear... which, likewise, was also very loose.

With relative ease, Kazuha was able to reach Heizou's groin area-- and he was absolutely soaked. Wet and sticky with slick, the wanderer couldn't help but smile. "Kitten~..."

"Yes, I feel your hand... don't comment."

Which only pulled another little chuckle from Kazuha. He rubbed his thumb up and down the front of Heizou's groin, being sure to pass by his clit each and every time he did so... each little brush causing the Detective to jolt.

Getting a sense of the other's body, now Kazuha puts his focus on just... pleasure. A consistent rubbing over Heizou's clit, with the occasional rub between his legs to feel that wetness.

Heizou began shivering, making soft little whimpering noises from the pleasure. He even rocks his hips along with Kazuha's movements.

"You seem very sensitive."

"What was your first clue~?"

"Perhaps how quickly you were to succumb to my ministrations, despite us having just started."

"It's because of the testosterone~."

"Oh?"

"Yeah~... has made it bigger and far more sensitive~..."

"That's quite the interesting development."

"Kaz-- is that all you're going to do?"

"Hmm?"

"Rub my clit and talk to me... is that all you're going to do?"

"Are you not enjoying it?"

Heizou let out a mix between pleasure and frustration, finally removing his hands from his face and sitting up. The flush hadn't subsided any. Kazuha paused his ministrations, waiting patiently to see what the detective might do now.

"I want you inside of me."

Now it was Kazuha's turn to blush a little.

"Is that okay?"

"I have a condom, we'll be fine."

"Are you sure that is what you want?"

"Yes. Why? Do you not want to?"

"I'm more worried my performance might not live up to your expectations..."

"Being a virgin isn't a bad thing, Kazuha... I don't mind that."

"What if I can't bring you to an orgasm?"

"Why is that something you're worried about?"

"Well... I would like for this to be good for you. If my technique wasn't good, I could try something else to--"

"What, did you read a book on how to pleasure the female sex?"

"...."

"You did, didn't you?"

"I also asked advice from Beidou as well..."

Now Heizou began laughing... which had Kazuha ducking his head a bit and glancing off to the side in embarrassment. His hand had retracted from inside of Heizou's shorts, now hiding it behind his back.

"Oh Kaz, had I known you had gone to such great lengths for this... well, I would have showed you myself." Heizou then leaned in closer to Kazuha, reaching over and grabbing the other's arm so he could pull his hand back from 'hiding'.

"I didn't want--" Kazuha had started, but was hushed by one of Heizou's fingers to his lips.

"Nope. Don't want to hear it." Heizou was steadily smiling. "I get you were trying to come prepared, but us learning together is far more exciting~... besides, no one knows what I like better than myself~."

Heizou then adjusted his position, getting up onto his knees with each one on either side of Kazuha. With a light shake to Kazuha's arm, he continued. "Slack your arm, let me move it." Kazuha obeyed, allowing him arm to be moved as Heizou saw fit. He then took Kazuha's hand and guided it towards the waistline of his shorts, easily able to slip the other's hand inside and down to his groin area.

Kazuha immediately tensed again, his cheeks taking on a darker shade of red.

"Kaz-- are you nervous?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No."

"You going to let me move your hand or are you going to stay tense?"

"I think I understand a little what you'd like me to do. Move my hand up between your legs and finger you, yes?"

"That was my intention, yeah. You can use your two longer fingers, and then your thumb to rub my clit. It's a fantastic sen--"

Heizou couldn't finish his sentence before Kazuha is doing precisely what he was suggested to do, a moan catching in his throat as his hips jerked forward.

Kazuha had easily slid his fingers between the lips of Heizou's sex, with the amount of slick there was lube wasn't necessary. He wrapped his free arm around Heizou's waist, holding him close against his body while his other steadily moved his fingers in and out.

There was so much slick that the noises his pussy gave were so audible. After a few moments, Kazuha's thumb found his clit... and with a minute passing found a good rhythm to move at.

Heizou had his arms wrapped around Kazuha's head, leaning over him a little as his breathing came in heavy pants... with the occasional moan slipping past his lips.

This feels so much better than doing it yourself... using fingers or toys. Another person was just... words could not describe it.

"I'm sure you're going to need a change of clothes when we're done." Kazuha couldn't help but tease a little, which earned him a growling moan from Heizou. "Is this good?"

"I wish it was you~..."

"It is me though."

"Man alive-- your dick, Kazuha! I want your dick inside of me!"

"That can be arranged, kitten. Where is that condom of yours?"

"I'll get it in a second, just keep doing this for a bit longer~..."

"Are you close to an orgasm?"

"Already? Archons no--"

"I take it you're enjoying my fingers then?"

"Oh yeah~... just shove them in there and feel me~..."

Kazuha swallowed thickly, Heizou smelled so good. He did as told, shoving his fingers further in and getting a good feel for what was inside. Warm, wet, and the texture and clenching of Heizou's inner muscles were sending sparks of pleasure down his own spine.

Feeling around, he touched something? Touching it had Heizou gasping, clenching far more tightly around his intrusive fingers.

"Kaz~..."

"What was that?"

"Mmm~... pretty sure that's my cervix you're messing with~..."

"Oh-- and that's pleasant to you?"

"Yes~!"

Duly noted. Kazuha will aim for that with his own member once they start having sex, just so that he could drive Heizou wild. For now, he thrusted his fingers and swirled them around Heizou's cervix, enjoying the increase in volume the detective was letting out at the pleasure.

"Kaz~..."

"Mm?"

"Take your fingers out, let me grab that condom~."

Kazuha obeyed, carefully removing his fingers from inside of Heizou and pulling his hand out of his shorts. He watched closely as the detective crawled over to his bag and began sifting through it, licking his fingers of the thick slick that coated them.

Once the condom was found, Heizou crawled back over-- though he flustered seeing Kazuha with his dirtied fingers in his mouth.

"Mm?"

"What are you doing?"

Kazuha popped his fingers out of his mouth.

"Cleaning my fingers."

"...."

"You taste good."

"I don't want to hear that--"

Heizou threw the condom at Kazuha's face, quickly sitting down beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. A huffy little pout, but the sudden little 'attitude' had the wanderer chuckling.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I just think it's weird."

"Do you?"

Kazuha shifted his position a bit, so he could push the front of his shorts down and allow his erection to spring free.

"Yeah..."

"Would you like me to not do that in the future?"

The condom was then tore open, and as carefully as he could manage, Kazuha slipped it on over his erection.

"I don't really care... if you like it, keep doing it I suppose."

"But what about you? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable, I just think it's weird."

"So does that mean eating you out is off the table?"

Heizou sputtered, turning towards Kazuha with widened olive green eyes and a face redder than a Dendrobium.

"Why would you want to??"

"Because I wish to treat you like the most important person in the world... and Beidou says that going down on a... pussy... is the ultimate act of worship."

"Does it taste that good to you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact it does."

Heizou glanced away from Kazuha, though now Kazuha can see that the blush had spread up to the tips of his ears.

"I am capable of waiting until you're comfortable with that, kitten... or I can go without doing it entirely, if that's what you're more comfortable with."

"I guess we can try that later... when we're home or something."

Kazuha leaned closer to Heizou, reaching his (not dirty) hand out... gently grabbing the other's chin to coax him into looking back at him. With slight insistence, Heizou is turning his head back to Kazuha. The wanderer leaned in closer, pressing their foreheads together.

"I will give you anything and everything, whatever your heart desires. My kitten, for you I will be whatever you need me to be."

"Kazuha..."

"Will you grant me the privilege of loving you?"

"I think we're well past the point of asking, don't you think?"

"Heizou..."

The detective smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Alright fine... yes. I grant you the privilege of loving me~."

Kazuha then pressed his lips to Heizou's. He slipped both of his hands up the other's shirt, brushing it upwards. Parting the kiss long enough to remove it, setting it aside before going in for a kiss again.

The kiss was broken, Kazuha moving closer to the tree and made a gesture for Heizou to come closer. The detective moved closer, crawling into his lap without hesitation.

"Shorts."

"Oh yeah..."

Heizou flustered a bit, crawling out of Kazuha's lap right quick so he could slip them off without a struggle. As he did, Kazuha did the same.

"Shirt?"

"Would you like to take it off of me like I did to you?"

"I suppose so."

Heizou crawled back into Kazuha's lap, grabbing the edge of his undershirt and pulling it up... without removing his black haori coat. Though the detective opted to use the partial shirt removal to pin Kazuha's arms above his head, now staring him in the face.

"Mm?"

"You look cute like this~."

"Do I?"

"Oh yes~... this gives me all sorts of ideas of things we can try once we get back home."

Heizou hummed in contentment, but wanting to get to the part he was most eager for, he continued to remove Kazuha's clothing so the two of them were fully at the mercy of the environment around them.

And bless the poor souls who happen to come across them, if any...

Heizou got up onto his knees, pressing himself up against Kazuha as he wrapped his arms around the other's head. "I'm going to lower down slowly, try to slip inside when I do."

"Alright." With a small nod, Kazuha is reaching down and gently grasping his erection... keeping it steady and ready as Heizou lowered himself down. With the two nearly face-to-face, Kazuha could feel skin touch him.

Wet skin.

Moving his other hand up, he touched between Heizou's legs to feel where his pussy was at, then angled himself just right and rubbed his tip between his lips in search for his hole.

This felt so good already, and it was just light rubbing. After a few seconds, Kazuha's tip found Heizou's hole. "Slowly--"

"Yeah..."

Heizou lowered further, feeling Kazuha's erection press inside of him. A couple extra moments, and Heizou was fully seated onto Kazuha.

"You feel tight around me."

"And you feel big inside of me."

"I'm really not..."

Heizou pouted, intentionally squeezing his muscles around Kazuha's erection. This caused the wanderer to jolt, jerking his hips up as he tossed his head back. Heizou, in turn, twitched and let out a throaty moan.

"Oh~!"

"Was that you??"

"Of course, who else would it be?? The Raiden Shogun??"

Kazuha buried his face into Heizou's neck, wrapping his arms around the other's torso and refusing to let his face be seen. Heizou breathed a soft sigh, tilting his head to the side so he may rest it upon Kazuha's. He gently ran his fingers through the wanderer's hair, undoing his hairtie and letting his hair fall loose.

"You good?"

"Yes..."

"Waiting for something?"

"Permission to move."

Heizou lifted one hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose. Archon above, why can't he just take the initiative and do something? He's cute though, restraining himself like this. Part of Heizou wondered how long he could hold out like this without giving in to temptation and just thrusting.

In fact, lets test it. Heizou takes the initiative, lifting up onto his knees a bit only to sit himself back down. The small motion drives pleasure up his spine, and earns him a soft moan from Kazuha.

But Kazuha still doesn't reciprocate, doesn't move--

Somehow, this was far more tantalizing than Heizou had originally thought this was going to be. He kept his hands entangled in the wanderer's hair, now setting a relatively decent pace for his own pleasure. Small little noises escaped him, however Kazuha couldn't keep his voice down.

He dug his nails into Heizou's back, sucking in sharp gasps and letting out heated moans against Heizou's neck. His body was shaking, fighting the immense urge to jerk. It actually lead to him beginning to whimper, wanting nothing more than to be able to just pleasure the man he was with--

But not without permission!

"Kazuha~..."

Heizou began pivoting his hips as he goes down, intentionally clenching his inside muscles around Kazuha as he sits. Each time he does this, the wanderer is letting out a pathetic little mix of a moan and a whimper... nails digging into Heizou's skin.

"Kazuha~..."

"Kitten, please~..."

Kazuha was begging. Lifting his head up, nuzzling into Heizou's chin and placing small kisses to his throat just above his collar.

"Please please please~..."

"Please 'what', Kaz~?"

"Please let me move too~... please~... please please~..."

"Kazuha... move~..."

Is that permission?? Close enough-- Kazuha is about to go insane. He doesn't waste any time as he starts thrusting his hips upwards... and rather roughly at that.

Each thrust inwards, Kazuha is hitting Heizou's cervix straight on... causing him to jolt and tense, throwing his head back with loud cries of pleasure. His muscles twitched, squeezing with each stab inside of him, which only encouraged Kazuha further.

Heizou was absolute putty. He wasn't able to get himself to move, leaving Kazuha to move however he pleased. The noises were nearly as loud as Heizou was, and significantly more wet. Skin slapping against skin, slick leaking out and dampening both of them... which only made the action that more arousing.

Heizou could feel himself getting so close, that pit quickly forming in his lower stomach. "Kaz~! Kazuha, I'm going to cum~!"

Kazuha didn't respond, not verbally anyways. He dug his nails further into Heizou's back... and actually slowed down a little.

"Hey hey, don't! Keep going!"

Kazuha didn't obey. He dragged one of his hands down Heizou's back, scratching it up as he did so. With that hand, he started to feverishly rub at Heizou's clit as his thrusting picked up again.

That was easily able to send Heizou over the edge, tightly gripping Kazuha's hair as he orgasmed. His body trembled, inside muscles spasmed and clenched, and liquid gushed from his lower regions.

The squeezing and persistent thrusting had Kazuha reaching an orgasm moments after-- his thrusting getting a bit more erratic as he rode it out, drawing out blissed cries from Heizou.

Moments after, Kazuha stills... and Heizou's body falls limp against him. Kazuha moves his hand from Heizou's clit and gently wraps his arms around the other's waist and holds him protectively.

Both were panting heavily, coated in sweat... and Kazuha's groin was covered in many fluids.

"Kitten..."

"Not now... lets just bask..."

"Kitten, did you just urinate on me?"

"Kazuha, not now..."

"It's a simple 'yes' or 'no', my love..."

"It's called 'squirting', and yes... it's partially urine. Why do you have to ruin this moment by asking me that?"

"Self-satisfaction, is all. The book I read stated that if I can get a woman to squirt, I've done a good job."

"Not all people with vaginas squirt, just so you know."

"It mentioned that too, yes."

"Can you just be quiet and let us enjoy this moment?"

"I like that I got you to squirt on me."

Heizou lifted his head up from Kazuha, reaching a hand up and gripping his jaw with a frown. The wanderer? He could only smile... cheeks tinted a light shade of red.

"What has you tickled pink?"

"I'm just thinking of when we can do this again. I quite enjoyed the sounds you made, and the feel of your body against mine. The smell of your sweat and sex, your fluids covering me and marking me as yours."

"Why do you like all of that so much? Normally the mess afterwards is the least enjoyable part..."

"Perhaps... because I enjoy whatever it is you give to me."

"Even me squirting on you?? Despite knowing it's mostly urine??"

"Oh yes, that part especially."

Heizou was at a loss for words. The shade of red his face took made a Dendrobium look pale.

"Is that too much for you, kitten?"

Heizou hid his face in Kazuha's shoulder, the heat of his blush easily being felt by the other.

"I adore you; my sweetest, sharpest kitten. Rest for now. After a few minutes, we can get dressed again and then go home for a bath. Sound good?"

"Yeah.. sounds good."

"Are you upset with me at all?"

"No... just realizing how weird you are with sex."

"Do you want me to stop...?"

"Nah... it'll just be a bit of an adjustment on my side. I like that you're not disturbed or disgusted by any of it, even the squirting bit."

"It's a natural bodily function... there's no need to be disgusted."

Heizou chuckled a little.

"Good to hear then."

"Close your eyes... bask~."

"The time to 'bask' has passed... now I'm just recovering."

"I love you, my kitten~."

"I love you too, Kazuha."

[genshinteapot]

Distant Thunder

'They say Forest Watcher Tighnari had just gone rogue!'

'So many of the other Forest Rangers came here injured from him.'

'They're probably in a state of shock, they may not know what they're saying.'

'What about the girl? The others are saying he broke her arm.'

'Isn't the General Mahamatra familiar with Forest Watcher Tighnari? We could ask him about this.'

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The news had spread all through Sumeru City in the span of twelve hours. Since numerous Forest Rangers had come to the Bimarstan, telling of the tales of the Fennec that had-- for lack of better words, lost his mind to 'madness'.

The unusual thing is, it wasn't the same sort of 'madness' some researchers would succumb to when dealing with Divine Canned Knowledge. The scholars who would 'go mad', weren't typically violent. Aggressive, yes maybe... depending on the individual. But to attack everyone within the village of Gandharva Ville? Absolutely not.

And for everyone to claim that Tighnari was doing that??

Cyno had to get to the bottom of this.

He had gone to the Bimarstan, glancing over many of the familiar faces of the Forest Rangers. Not many he knew by name, but knew them by faces alone due to how many times he himself had visited Gandharva Ville. Instead, he walked on over to Collei.

The girl was separated from many of the other Forest Rangers, no one dared go near her. She had an emotionless expression on her face, one that Cyno recognized when she wasn't... 'there'. When trauma from her past cropped up and suffocated her. The General Mahamatra took a few steps closer and--

"Don't come near me!"

Her voice was ragged, like she had screamed for hours on end, but refused to let that be a deterrent for more screaming. She was shaking now, breathing coming in quick pants. One hand clenched into a fist, Cyno knew not to step closer.

"Collei..." he whispered gently. The Mahamatra knelt down a good distance from the girl, tilting his head slightly to gaze up at her. "Collei, I need you to tell me what happened."

The more information he has, the better... tell him this is all some kind of... big misunderstanding.

"He..." Collei began, though her voice seized up. Her breathing got more uneven, tears filling her eyes. She began to slowly rock, back and forth... "I don't know... I tried to stop him, I'm the only other one with a Vision... and..." Collei lifted her fist to one of her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall... only to fail as they trailed down her cheeks anyways. "Master he... he's not okay, something is wrong..."

Finally... finally Collei looked up from the point on the ground she had been staring at. She was moments away from breaking out into sobs.

"He told me to run away, and I didn't... I was scared, I didn't know what to do... but I couldn't let him go and... hurt anyone else... that's my job, to protect others..."

"And then he broke your arm..."

"Y-- yeah..."

"What else can you tell me about Tighnari? What happened prior to any of this happening? Is he still at Gandharva Ville?"

"He... had been having trouble sleeping... that's all I really know. And... he just snapped. I think he's still at Gandharva Ville... he was when we all left..."

"I'm going to ask the others if they know anything else. Thank you, Collei... I'm going to get to the bottom of this."

"Please... help him... please help Master."

"I will... don't you worry."

Cyno stood up from the ground, and with that little bit of information from Collei, took to asking the other Forest Rangers what had been going on.

'Forest Watcher Tighnari had been very irritable lately.'

'He hadn't been sleeping well, I don't think.'

'He's been snapping at anyone who dared ask him a question, which is very unusual for him.'

'No patience, it's like he had been run thin.'

'Occasionally, I'd see him just sitting somewhere and staring off into space. I thought he was just deep in thought, but then he'd suddenly 'wake up' and yell at me.'

'He hasn't been eating, that much I know. And he seems rather impatient with everyone and has no time for... 'dumb questions', as he put it. It's very out of character.'

Most of what Cyno had gathered is... blatant irritability, which could be from the lack of sleep and not eating, and perhaps an influx of idiotic researchers and travelers creating a mess of things for Tighnari to deal with.

But none of the Forest Rangers mentioned anyone being an outside bother to them. If anything, the forest had been... relatively calm. Tighnari usually keeps up with Cyno, sending him letters periodically to keep him up-to-date on the nuances of Forest Watcher life...

Nothing of interest in the past month.

Which means it's time to go to Gandharva Ville and see what's going on with the Fennec and get to the bottom of this.

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The walk to Gandharva Ville was an unsettling one. Something was weighing heavily on Cyno's stomach, and he wasn't entirely sure what it was. A niggling in the back of his head.

What is wrong?? Tighnari is not the violent type. For him to not only snap at everyone within Gandharva Ville, but to chase them all out with violence, and to break Collei's arm while she was just trying to defend them?

At the very least he's going to have to arrest Tighnari for this transgression... it's unforgiveable what he's done. Even if it's the result of Divine Canned Knowledge, there's just no excuse.

Though honestly, Cyno is hoping it's not the result of Divine Canned Knowledge... or else Tighnari is going to have to be banished to the desert and...

Tighnari and the desert don't mix. He'll have a horrific heat-stroke and may not even survive a week out there.

Please let it be anything other than Divine Canned Knowledge.

Gandharva Ville was coming into view. The pit in Cyno's stomach only got worse. He walked further down the path, the feeling of emptiness sweeping over him. For the entire village to be cleared out, for there to be NO life at all whatsoever around...

Eerie.

Cyno walked along all of the paths, just for his own mental certainty that no one was around... doors for homes left open and... not even wild animals were meandering inside.

Nothing.

Eventually, the Mahamatra made his way towards Tighnari's place. Hoping that the Forest Watcher was there... where he can talk to him and get some answers.

Should he knock? He never had to before. Perhaps because this is 'official business', he should... and he does. A knock on Tighnari's door--

And he could hear Tighnari SHRIEKING. Cyno wastes no time in busting the door open, only to be surprised with Tighnari lunging at him. Cyno summons his Staff of Scarlet Sands, using it as a brace to keep the Fennec from getting at him.

The look in Tighnari's eyes... it was unlike anything Cyno had ever seen before. A mix of anger, exhaustion, bewilderment, and there are some tears in his eyes-- perhaps sadness? That's a bit more difficult to tell.

Tighnari was frothing at the mouth, snapping his teeth at him, and his breath smelled foul.

And his strength. Tighnari isn't one for physical retaliation. He's a bow-user, so for him to put that much strength behind trying to shove Cyno over is astonishing.

Not that Cyno was easily swayed by Tighnari's onslaught, as the General Mahamatra his strength far supersedes Tighnari's.

"Tighnari! Stop this!"

Cyno took a single step back, just so that the two were out of the house, and then proceeded to use his polearm to shove Tighnari aside and to the ground. The Forest Watcher had rolled and tumbled, actually going over the root that was beside his home and fell to the path below it. Cyno quickly went over and peered over the edge, and for a few moments Tighnari just laid there.

"Tighnari...?"

Something was telling him to be cautious. Something is dreadfully WRONG.

Cyno walked carefully around the root itself, taking a few steps down the path over towards Tighnari.

His fur was so unkempt... like it hadn't been properly taken care of in weeks. Tighnari always prided himself in his hygiene, even when out in the forest for days, sometimes even weeks at a time. For him to looks this unruly...

"Tighnari. Get up." Cyno had a job to do, can't let his emotions get the better of him.

And Tighnari did. His movements were rigid, uncoordinated, lifting his head up and sending Cyno the most vicious snarl he's ever heard from the Fennec. Mouth open, fingers trying to dig into the wood underneath him, only for the wood to get chipped under his nails no doubt causing splinters under the nailbeds themselves.

"Please--"

Cyno felt his heart clench at that single word. Despite the blatant ferociousness of Tighnari's behavior, his tone said something different. A plea... begging him, but for what?

There's something in his expression now that's familiar...

A month prior, when Tighnari was protecting a traveler from an Avidya Leopard... it had the same bewildered and violent behavior...

And the same frothing at the mouth.

Tighnari chalked it up to dehydration back then, even after the large cat had bit him.

Whatever made the Avidya Leopard like that is making Tighnari like this. How do they cure this?? Cyno doesn't get any further moments to think as Tighnari is springing to his feet and lunging at him once more.

Just like before, Cyno is using his polearm to keep the Forest Watcher at bay. This time, he's shoving Tighnari backwards... perhaps with more force than he had intended, as the Forest Watcher is falling onto his back and rolling over himself down the path.

Calm... as always... Cyno takes a few steps to follow him down, until he stops. Tighnari is laying on his back, panting, gurgling from the froth and coughing. He rolls over onto his side, just as Cyno stabs the end of his polearm into the ground by his head.

"Tighnari... you're being put under arrest. Don't fight me, let me take you in."

Tighnari is jumping to his feet, wrapping his arms around Cyno's waist with the intention of knocking him over-- but Cyno is roughly grabbing those large ears of his and yanking him off... only to throw Tighnari to the ground and pinning him there with a knee to his back and ears still in hand.

Tighnari began thrashing.

"Tighnari! Stop making this difficult!"

But he didn't listen...

This time, Tighnari was utilizing the power of his Vision... Dendro vines erupted from the ground around them and attempted to grab at Cyno.

Cyno let Tighnari go and jumped, easily dodging the attack.

It seems he may have no choice but to fight.

Tighnari was getting to his hands and knees, the Dendro Vines twisting-- before shooting towards Cyno in another attempt at grabbing him.

Cyno was easily able to snap them away with his polearm.

He needed to get Tighnari's Vision away from him.

So with a dash to the side, the side he knew Tighnari held his Vision, landed a swift kick to the Fennec's side and onto his back. A foot to Tighnari's neck, forcefully holding him there as the Forest Watcher gripped his ankle and snarled. Cyno stabbed his polearm against the fabric that attached Tighnari's Vision to his clothing, severing it... and with a simple flick of his weapon, sent the Divine Trinket into the little ravine below them.

Then Tighnari started to seize. His grip on Cyno's ankle weakened, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his entire body shook. More froth oozed from his mouth, which prompted Cyno to quickly remove his foot from the other's neck.

He was choking... unable to swallow.

Cyno watched helplessly as Tighnari reacted to... whatever it was that was affecting him.

A clear cough, some of the froth being ejected from his mouth before sucking in a sharp breath. "Please..." Tighnari begged, arching his back up before forcefully slamming his head back down onto the ground. "Hurts--!! PLEASE!!"

The sickest gasp, followed by a series of coughing, he then reached his hands up and began digging his fingers into his mouth... as if trying to dislodge something but was unsuccessful.

Cyno took a step closer, putting a foot to Tighnari's chest to force him to hold still... lifted his polearm above his head...

And with as much strength as he could muster, drove the edge of his polearm into Tighnari's neck... severing his head.

Everything felt like it had stopped. The wind. The sounds. The entire WORLD.

Cyno pulled his polearm up from Tighnari's neck... the motion causing his hands to fall from his mouth and plop onto the ground beside him.

And for the first time since this whole altercation... Tighnari looked... at peace. He didn't look like he was in pain any more.

He didn't want it to turn out like this...

Now... now he was wishing it was Divine Canned Knowledge... at least Tighnari would be alive... and he'd be OKAY...

How... how is he going to have to go back and explain this to everyone...? He doesn't want them to remember Tighnari as someone who just 'went rogue'... this was some... weird disease that made him like this, surely. This is going to require some heavy research on Cyno's part, or ask Amurta researchers... or even Vahumana researchers... someone has to know SOMETHING...

.......

There's an empty feeling in his stomach now. What was once filled with dread... is just empty...

The sensation almost makes him want to throw up.

For now... perhaps...

Giving Tighnari a farewell...

No one needs to see what he's done to the beloved Forest Watcher... or the state he's in being so upkempt.

.........

"I'm sorry..."

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"I'm taking a vacation."

Alhaitham perked up from his desk, having been in the middle of writing something. A slow blink.

"What are you telling me for?"

Cyno didn't answer. Everything in him wanted to scream and break. The Scribe has nothing to do with him putting in vacation time, but he was the only person in a 'position of power' that he could speak out to.

Perhaps....

Perhaps so that Alhaitham could cover for him while he's away, even if for a short period of time.

Cyno swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "I'm taking a leave of absence."

"That's just another way of saying that you're taking a vacation, which you've already said you were going to do."

"....."

"I'm not authorized to give vacation time, much less to the General Mahamatra of all people. That's not in my line of duties."

"......"

"What do you want?"

"I want him to come back..."

And for the first time in so many years, Cyno felt tears filling his eyes. The grief of it all finally hitting him. The tears fell, dripping onto the floor. He couldn't stop his shoulders from shaking, hands clenched into fists... one of which holding a masterless Vision.

"I just want him to COME BACK..."

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Ardennes Forest

"The Traveler is coming back to Sumeru?"

"Yeah, that's what I heard."

"We should invite him and Paimon over for dinner."

"The Traveler, the same one who helped rescue Lesser Lord Kusanali?"

"Same one."

"Oh~! Yes, bring him! We can all chat and relax and have a few drinks~! It'll be quite a fun time, I'm sure~!"

"I'll head to Sumeru City then. I'll be back with him shortly."

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Cyno stayed close by the Adventurer's Guild, as he knew the Traveler could be coming by sometime soon. Though by this time Katheryn had noticed the General Mahamatra just lingering about, not at all attempting to hide the fact he was waiting on someone.

The two spared a few glances towards one another, occasionally making eye contact. Katheryn was always the first to look away, staring into the stern eyes of the General Mahamatra was always a little disconcerting.

Eventually though, the Traveler and Paimon came into view, walking on up the path towards the Adventurer's Guild. Aether was hard to miss, with his long golden hair, matching golden eyes, and an exotic outfit. Cyno wasted no time in moving from his position towards the pair.

"Oh look, it's Cyno!" Paimon called out with glee. She clapped her hands and giggled a little. "It looks like he's coming this way? Ooo, I wonder if he has something important to tell us?"

"Greetings Traveler, Paimon." Cyno greeted with a nod of his own. "It's a pleasure to meet you two here."

"The feeling is mutual, Cyno~." Paimon responded. Aether agreed with the sentiment, giving a small smile towards the Mahamatra. "Soooo, what's up? Do you need something from us?"

"Tighnari, Kaveh, and I are having dinner at Gandharva Ville, and we wanted to invite you two to come over." Cyno informed. "Would you two be willing to spare the time to come and eat with us?"

"Oh really~? That sounds like fun!" Paimon was beyond ecstatic. Mention food and she's there, 100%! "Come on Traveler, lets go get some food~!!"

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"And I said to him--! And I said!! 'You've got to be kidding me! I do all this stuff around the house, and you can't even dust the bookshelves like I asked!?', I was floored! Like-- can you believe it!?" Kaveh was ranting and raving about Alhaitham, as he usually does, everyone gathered around the table with food in front of them. Selva Salad, Sabz Meat Stew, Lambad Fish Rolls, and off to the side is some Padisarah Pudding. "I was absolutely outraged! I told him off for hours after that!"

"Eugh! I can't believe him!" Paimon was so quick to side with Kaveh on the matter at hand. Alhaitham can be a tough guy to get along with, this much they all knew. "It's literally so simple to dust some bookshelves!"

"Right!" Kaveh was exacerbated, taking a drink of wine from his goblet. He then sat it back down with a rather loud CLINK against the table.

"You seem tired, Traveler." Cyno pointed out, tilting his head slightly. Aether perked up when he was spoken to. "How have your travels been as of recently?"

"Oh! We've been revisiting some of our old friends~!" Paimon chirped up. "It's been a bit exhausting, because we've traveled to so many places and met so many people, but it's always nice to see them all again! I don't even think we've got a good wink of sleep since then! Heh heh~!"

"That's not very good for your health." Tighnari hummed. "How about you rest here for the night? Get a good night's sleep before you head out?"

"Paimon likes the sound of that! That would be super refreshing~!"

Aether turned his attention towards Kaveh, making a light gesture towards his goblet. "May I have some of that?"

There was a startle from the Architect, his orange red eyes flicking towards Tighnari and Cyno, both of whom looked equally as startled. After a few moments, he shifted his gaze back towards Aether. "Traveler, I don't think that's a good idea... you're not old enough to be drinking, surely--"

Almost a mechanical motion, Aether turned back to the food in front of him and began eating again... going quiet. There was now an awkward feeling lingering in the air among them. Unsure glances are all spared between them, until Paimon spoke up.

"Uhm... Traveler, are you alright?"

Aether merely hummed, giving her a smile and a nod. It was not the least bit convincing, not to any of them. He noticed the expression on Paimon's face, her concern was so obvious. After a few extra seconds, he glances towards the others sitting at the table, and they all looked equally as concerned-- even Cyno, whose expression almost never changed still held that faintness of concern.

"Why don't we play a game...?" Aether suggested. Silence lingered after the question, their expressions never changing. "We can play 'truth-or-dare'?"

"Paimon has never heard of that game before..." Paimon hummed, finally breaking the silence among the others. She put a hand to her chin in thought. "How do you play?"

"It's a common child's game." Kaveh pointed out. "Where you ask someone 'truth or dare', to which they pick one of the two options, and then you either ask them a question they must answer truthfully, or tell them to do something and they must do it." His gaze then shifts to Aether. "Why do you want to play truth or dare, of all things?"

"Paimon wants to play, Paimon wants to play!" Paimon was eager to give this 'new' game a try. "Let Paimon go first!"

"Are we all actually going to play...?" Cyno questioned, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"I suppose I don't mind." Tighnari could only shrug.

There was still that lingering awkwardness in the air, but it had lifted just a bit with the suggestion of a game.

"Okay!! Cyno, Mr. General Mahamatra himself! Truth!! Or Dare~??" Paimon is steadily giggling, such a gleeful little smile on her face.

"Dare."

"I daaaare yoooou~... to hop on one foot for a minute!"

"That's absurd. No."

"You can't deny the dare Cyno, you have to do it. That's part of the game."

Cyno rolled his eyes and stood up from the table. "You know--" Tighnari began, which caused Cyno to pause and all eyes were on the Forest Watcher. "I'm also aware of a more... 'adult' version of the game. Which if you refuse you'd have to take a shot of liquor and either first to 5 shots loses or whomever passes out first loses."

"That's irresponsible."

"That sounds like fun~."

"But the Traveler isn't old enough to drink! And Paimon doesn't want to drink any of that stuff!!"

"We can make an exception for the Traveler, since you two will be staying here for the night?"

"I do not condone this."

"Are you afraid you'll lose, General Mahamatra~? Worried the Traveler might drink you under the table~?"

"Absolutely not."

"Cyno, do you want to hop on one foot like an idiot or just drink a shot?"

"......"

"Tighnari, do you have liquor?"

"Stashed away, yes."

"Go get some and lets spice this up~. We can all take a starting shot to loosen up and then we can get down to it~."

"Aww, does that mean Paimon doesn't get to see Cyno hop on one foot?? Paimon wanted to watch Cyno hop around like an Electro Slime!!"

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Despite the hesitance at the start, everyone was having fun with the little 'kids game'. Curious questions, prying questions, dares that were easy and simple, some not so much.

Kaveh had not taken any shots, though had plenty of wine in his system that he really didn't need any.

Tighnari had taken a few shots, questions he didn't want to answer, questions he felt too prying of his personal life.

Cyno had two shots, dares he didn't want to do, feeling insulted Paimon would ask him to do such idiotic stuff-- it was always Paimon trying to get him to do dumb little things.

Paimon refused to drink any alcohol, but instead she would float upside down for thirty seconds as punishment for dares she didn't want to do or truths she didn't want to answer.

Aether, of everyone, hadn't taken any shots yet. The truths given him weren't things too prying, the dares given him weren't daunting to do. The renowned Traveler who's fought Gods and won, saved several nations, there's very little he wouldn't do in all honest.

At some point, alcohol found it's way in front of Aether. He hadn't been paying too much attention, watching everyone be loosey in their behaviors while intoxication thrummed through their brains.

Wine, to be specific. Without hesitation, he picked the glass up and drank from it. It was delightful~.

"Cyno, truth or dare~?"

"..... truth."

"Truth... is it true you and Tighnari are-- fucking~?"

Tighnari spit his drink out hearing the question, his face turning a bright red and his ears pinning back against his head.

"Yes."

"Cyno!"

"I knew it!! Hah hah!!"

It was a question Tighnari himself had refused to answer, but Cyno answered without a care.

"I can't believe you."

"I love you."

"Shut up."

"Tighnari, truth or dare?"

"I'm mad at you, don't talk to me--"

"Tighnari, he asked you, you can't refuse."

The Forest Watcher rolled his eyes, sending Cyno a glare. "Dare."

"I dare you to let me pet your tail."

"Really?" Tighnari gives an exhausted sigh, shifting in his seat a bit so he could flick his tail into the Mahamatra's lap. Without hesitation, Cyno is holding Tighnari's tail close to his chest and... cuddling it like some sort of plush toy. "Archons above... Paimon, truth or dare?"

"Dare~!!"

"Uh..." Tighnari's face twisted in confusion, trying to think of something. He grumbled a little before perking up. "Oh... I dare you to untie the Traveler's braid."

"Eh??" Paimon looked almost bewildered. She glanced towards Aether. "Is that okay? Can Paimon untie your hair?" Aether hummed and nodded. "Okay~!" And without hesitation, Paimon is floating down to the end of Aether's braid and is beginning to untie and unbraid it. "Alright, Mr. Honorary Knight! Truth or Dare~??"

"Dare..."

"Paimon dares you tooo.... sing us all a song! Sing us your best song! And not the one you sung to the Glaze Lillies!"

"Glaze Lillies?"

"Yeah! The Traveler sang a song to some Glaze Lillies, and they turned into Whopper Flowers!!"

"Pluviam super tectum huius domus vacuae capere possum, Quod non pugnes contra me. Aliquot lacrimas interdum capere possum, et modo eas emittunt."

Silence lingered as Aether began singing, in a language the four of them couldn't understand. Paimon had even stopped unbraiding his hair to listen.

This is different than the singing to the Glaze Lilly, what is this? It sounded beautiful~... but why did it also sound so... sad?

"Non timeo flere semel in quamquam, Offendit me sine te hic procedere. Sunt dies omnes nunc et iterum, Im 'okay simulare me. Sed hoc non operatur in me."

Aether had begun tearing up, his gaze shifting down to the glass in his hands. A deep inhale--

"Quod maxime nocuerunt mihi. Tu tam prope me. Habens tantum et dicere tibi. Et vigilantes ambulas a me."

"Aether...?" Paimon left his hair alone, now floating over to his side.

Aether had taken his hands from his glass, pressing them into his eyes as he began sobbing. Paimon floated closer to the Traveler, wrapping her small arms around his head and giving him a small hug. She rested her cheek against the top of his head, feeling her heart hurt for him.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, But I'm doing it. It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends, And I'm alone.

It was so unusual to see the Traveler, the one saving nations, defeating Gods, solving everyone's problems... break down and cry... to be utterly shattered, into tiny pieces like this.

Tighnari stood from his seat, taking his tail away from Cyno and walking on over to Aether. Much like Paimon had done, he lightly draped his arms over Aether's shoulders and gave him a small hug.

Even Kaveh was getting up and joining in, and he didn't even really know the Traveler quite like the others. His hug though?? A lot tighter and embracing everyone within his arms! Unintentionally squishing both Paimon and Tighnari but-- neither said anything.

Cyno stayed where he was at. Alcohol doesn't bode well with him, he'd probably fall over just trying to walk over there. "It's okay to not be okay, Trav-- Aether." A kind word? Sure, lets go with that. "You'll always have us to help you. Remember that. We're your friends, and we want to help you however we can."

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The Desert Wind

There is something in the way the wind blows, that's always so internally calming. The desert is unforgiving, tread on it without care and it will swallow you up without hesitation. But moments like these? When nothing is around but the wind and Cyno, he could stay like this for hours.

He, unfortunately, was on a mission. There was a band of Eremites set to walk through this path just before dusk, and he decided to wait it out. The band was part of a larger organization, a band that was dealing in Canned Knowledge. What he planned to do was isolate and take out this smaller band and get them to spill whatever information they have, then set up an ambush for the other larger group...

Not that he couldn't handle the larger group all by himself, because he absolutely could...

Just that...

Perhaps he just wants to embrace the sound of his home...

For just a little bit...

Before work demands his full attention and he can't enjoy the sounds any more.

This plan of his implements his ability to just... relax. Let the desert send it's love, in the wind and the sand, feeling the tiny grains float over his exposed feet and toes, over his legs and abdomen, over his arms and hands, over his face and back.

Let it touch every part of him, remind him of times when he was so much younger, when things seemed... far more innocent back then. Life was still harsh, as it is within the desert...

The desert holds it's own beauty and love that many can't understand. Many can't handle it's 'tough love', as some put it.

Cyno can. For hours, for days, for weeks, for months, for years. Until the end of his life.

It actually brings a smile to his face, a soft exhalation of breath. The taste of the sand that lingers in the air, the grittiness he feels in his mouth for all of two seconds before swallowing the imaginary grains away.

He remembered many times as a child, having his mouth open when the wind blew-- sand getting into his mouth and grating on his teeth with it's unpleasant texture. Spitting it out and crying to his mother, when she was still alive...

His father had taught him the love of the desert, the toughness of the desert, and the beauty of the desert. All of it, and so much more.

Those ruby red eyes blink slowly.

The sun is beginning to set.

The Eremites will be here soon.

Enough reminiscing. Enough relaxing. Enough enjoying.

He has a job to do, as the General Mahamatra...

And that requires him to put that all on the backburner, for the time being...

Perhaps once this mission of his is over, he can convince Tighnari to come to the desert with him for a... 'mini vacation' of sorts. Not that he expects the Forest Watcher to agree. That dark fur of his, and the heat of the sun, the two don't mix and that much Cyno knew.

Tighnari might even chew him out for suggesting such a thing.

The thought of Tighnari getting up in arms over the invite is mildly amusing. He rarely ever gets up in arms... always such a calm individual... even when chewing out the idiot scholars and adventurers consuming things they shouldn't and getting sick as a result.

Oh, Tighnari always seems to have a new story of someone eating something they shouldn't... or messing with the wildlife and being on the receiving end of an Avidya Leopard's bite.

Cyno stood up from his position on the sand bank, staring down at a make-shift pathway. One that, despite the desert keeping covered with it's constant billowing sand, somehow still forms a path many walk upon to cross through the desert.

A path that the Eremites use to their advantage...

But not today.

Cyno is going to end them taking this path...

And many more in the future...

A group is appearing in the distance...

The General Mahamatra summons his polearm, Staff of the Scarlet Sands, and waits patiently for them to come closer...

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Dark Noises

It's another damn argument. Kaveh got drunk, began spouting nonsense about 'romance' and 'debt' and Alhaitham couldn't be assed to care.

'Stop drinking', he would say.

'I can't!' Kaveh would sob back, hands clenched into fists and he hit them against the table.

'Stop going to the tavern then.' Seems like a simple solution, right?

'I can't!' Kaveh would insist he can't stay away.

Alhaitham has had it. He can't put up with this any more. The Scribe leans back in his seat, across from the Architect. "I can't help someone who doesn't want help." A roll of his eyes, he stands up from his seat and takes up his book from the table.

"You can't leave me here!" Kaveh sobbed out rather loudly. He hit his fists against the table again, though this time with more force. He sounded almost... angry. "You can't, you can't, you CAN'T!!"

"Watch me." A simple quip, a shrug of his shoulders, Alhaitham continued to leave the living room. He feels hands on his shoulders, preventing him from leaving. "Kaveh, let go."

"I'm not touching you?" Kaveh sounded almost confused. Alhaitham was tired of playing these games. He glanced towards the side, expecting to see a human hand having grabbed him...

Much to his surprise, it wasn't. Elongated black claws had gripped onto him, the digits rapping against his torso. Alhaitham blinked once, twice, still they remained. He then turned his head around, and almost like magic, the elongated black claws vanished.

"Haitham...?" Kaveh questioned quietly, tilting his head a bit. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Alhaitham responded with a furrowed brow. What in Teyvat was that...?

"Alhaitham, are you okay?" Kaveh questioned once more, though his voice sounded... garbled. Alhaitham perked his head up and glanced towards his partner. "Al-Hai-tham." Each syllable was annunciated with an odd gargled noise, like Kaveh had something in the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back, the whites turned black.

"Alhaitham..."

It wasn't even Kaveh's voice that time. It was something deeper, throated... scratchy, almost. The blond had stood up from the couch, and the way his hips lead him up with his torso leaning back from the upward motion before finally standing up rigidly straight. It was like he didn't even have a spine.

Black ooze began to drip from Kaveh's fingers, each drop sounding like an echo... like one is in a cave. Loud, lingering, reverberating. It made Alhaitham's head hurt.

"This is a dream." the Scribe stated loudly, reaching a hand up to place upon his earpiece-- only to find that it wasn't there. For only half a second he felt panic, but knowing this was a dream allowed him to calm once again. "You're just a figment of my imagination, you're not the real Kaveh. You're not the man I love."

"Am I not...?" 'Kaveh' questioned, his expression turning to one of hurt. Black tears began to trickle from his eyes, jaw clenched and retched little snorts escape him. He took a step closer, the sound of his foot hitting the carpet was like a hammer on a nail. Loud, quick, WHACK.

Alhaitham flinched as it assaulted his ear. He reached both of his hands up, to cover his ears, but that didn't seem to keep out the consistent dripping noise... each step taken was a loud WHACK... and that obnoxious snorting he was doing was turning into wicked little cackles.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream--

Close your eyes, calm, focus--

WAKE UP!!

"You can't escape me that easily."

The voice was inside of Alhaitham's skull. His eyes snap back open, and everything was black. He quickly took a glance around. Nothing was illuminated... nothing had any sort of outline to indicate that things were there... it was as if he was just...

Floating...

Floating in pure nothingness with an unknown platform of some kind underneath him.

Alhaitham kept his hands pressed to his ears, taking a step forward. The way his foot clicked on the platform, it was likely made out of glass... or ceramic... something that sounded like it would break with relative ease if he wasn't careful. His footsteps were so loud with each step taken, causing his head to throb.

Shouldn't you not feel pain in your dreams? Isn't that one of the things with dreams? Right? Now Alhaitham was having second thoughts. He is dreaming, right? This isn't some kind of horrific hallucination because of something he ate...

Right?

"You shouldn't be here..."

It was a woman's voice that echoed in the darkness around him. Alhaitham narrowed his eyes a bit, finally taking his hands from his ears.

Another step forward, though this time there was a definite splash. He stumbled forward a bit, the 'bottom' of this odd body of water having been lower than the platform he was walking on. The ripples on the water extended outward with his rustling of it, the Scribe watching quietly as it continued...

On and on and on... endlessly, it seemed.

Alhaitham glanced behind him, and he could see the ripples of the water extending out that way as well. He attempted to take a step back onto the platform he was on previously... but after having turned away from the body of water something grabbed him.

Elongated black claws wrapped around his face, one of these clawed hands had grabbed one of his wrists, one snagged his cape, one of his ankles, and a much larger one wrapped around his waist. With a sudden pull from the hands, Alhaitham is falling back into the water.

The sound of the splash was deafening, the water itself was icy cold, instincts had him shutting his eyes tight and holding his breath.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!! This is a dream, just WAKE UP!!

"You can't escape me that easily~."

Again, that same haunting voice. Something that was dark and blatantly malicious. Was this another project by a researcher, perhaps?

"That's not what this is."

The woman's voice spoke out among the sounds of the water. Alhaitham opened his eyes, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at him. They were a bright, piercing blue...

He sucked in a sharp breath, though was surprised when oxygen filled his lungs rather than fluids. A few extra breathes, to ease him from his previous holding, he stared at those eyes as they gazed at him.

"You think this is a game, huh?"

The eyes blink, and suddenly the water is gone. Alhaitham is laying flat against the platform he was on previous, though his hands tell him it's not glass that he's laying on, nor is it ceramic. It's something rough, something he's touched before but can't seem to put a name to the texture.

Alhaitham pushed himself up into a sitting position, taking a glance down at himself and realizing that... despite the fact he was previously in water, his clothing is miraculously dry. He trails a hand up his torso, just to mentally confirm it...

Just as his hand comes to rest at his torso, jaws suddenly sink into his forearm. Pearly white teeth that jutted from a sludgy black jaw, it yanks at his arm. Alhaitham didn't hear nor see the creature coming, though was ready to attack. He holds his left hand out, to call upon a Dendro sword he could attack with-- only to find that nothing happened.

Another jerk from the jaws, Alhaitham quickly looks to where his Vision usually resides... to find that it's not there. A sick feeling was beginning to fill his stomach... a third yank of the jaws and a sharp pain shoots up from where the jaws had latched onto him. Alhaitham puts his focus on the pair of jaws, reaching his hand out to grab at the muzzle and try to wrangle it off of him.

It pulls, and yanks, and Alhaitham can't get it dislodged. Blood fills his nose, each drip that drops onto the ground causes that same painful echoing. Until finally, the jaws rip the flesh and meat from his arm. The Scribe felt his face go cold, seeing blood drip from it's jaws, the teeth that were once pearly white were stained in dark red. It chewed and smacked at the flesh in it's mouth, making this disgusting noise of contentment.

Alhaitham quickly held his arm to his chest, cradling it with his other hand, he could feel the blood seeping through his fingers.

IT'S JUST A DREAM, PLEASE WAKE UP!!

"I'm not done with you just yet~..."

Alhaitham felt something being wrapped around his neck, quickly reaching up to try and grab at whatever it was. Rope? No, the texture is wrong. It's almost leathery, but not quite. It yanks at Alhaitham, causing him to choke and be forced onto his back. It keeps a tight grip on him, not allowing him to be able to slip his fingers underneath to try and remove his from his throat.

In the inkling of the darkness, Alhaitham is able to make out an outline coming towards him. Long limbs, a jagged smile with those red-stained teeth, elongated claws at the end of it's limbs, a long slithery body.

It's not a monster he finds familiar, the way it so effortlessly blends into the blackness of everything around them. It comes closer...

And closer...

And closer...

Until it's at Alhaitham's feet, however it stays just out of his range of being able to kick it.

"He's just a human, leave him alone."

It was the woman's voice, having come back. The creature only gave a wicked grin. A long tongue slithered out from between it's teeth, and just like it's teeth, white and stained with blood.

It leans in closer, and Alhaitham attempts to kick it-- only for it to hold both of his legs down with it's spindly limbs. He struggled, but with the thing around his neck tightening and cutting off his ability to breathe, he stilled.

What does he do?? What the FUCK is he going to do?? What is this thing going to do to him?

Alhaitham quickly finds one answer, in that the creature's jaws suddenly bite into his abdomen-- and rips out his flesh and guts.

He screamed for all of half a second, before blood is quickly coming up his throat and choking him. He coughs and chokes, turning his head to the side to allow the blood to drain-- and the creature takes another bite.

Another wave of pain, another wave of blood flooding his mouth.

Through it all, Alhaitham feels the creature move his legs apart-- and at first he doesn't think much of it... until there's a sharp stabbing sensation. Like someone had taken a knife and stabbed him in the perineum. It hurt-- it hurt so badly--

It was shoved further and further in, Alhaitham could only scream in agony. He then felt it in his stomach area... wiggling around and twisting up whatever organs hadn't been ripped out from those menacing jaws. Then it pressed against his actual stomach, and suddenly he had the urge to vomit.

It pressed and prodded and eventually stabbed through it. Alhaitham's body responded by jolting and attempting to throw up, but nothing would come up... not even blood. He sucked in a sharp gasp, and....

Could feel it in the back of his throat.

His heartrate was accelerating, breathing coming in quick, sharp pants, each inhale he could FEEL IT... lingering in the back of his throat.

Then it started moving again. Alhaitham couldn't even scream this time. It came out of his mouth and it was drenched in blood. One of those elongated black claws... a singular claw. The way it slithered out, curled back around...

And then stabbed one of Alhaitham's eyes.

Such an intense stinging sensation, along with all of the pain...

He wanted to die, this was too much. Just make it all STOP!

STOP STOP STOP!!

"Alhaitham?" That's Kaveh's voice.

I want to go home!! I want to go back to Kaveh!! Let me GO!!

"Haitham?? Haitham!!"

"Let him go, now!"

The female's voice echoed once more...

And then Alhaitham's eyes snapped open. He sat up straight in bed, patting at his mouth, his torso, his arm, before ripping off the blanket and feeling around his groin area.

"Haitham??" Kaveh's voice reached his ears, and he sounded so genuinely concerned. "Haitham, you're okay... it was just a dream..."

The blond reached a hand out, to gently brush some of Alhaitham's hair from his face... but is startled as the man suddenly clings to him. Kaveh is frozen for a moment, mind whirling by what he could have seen to have him react like this... though soon returns the embrace, even going so far as to gently pet Alhaitham's head.

"Hey~..." Kaveh cooed out softly, leaning his head against Alhaitham's. He could feel the other man beginning to shake in his hold. "It's okay~... I got you now~... you're safe with me, don't you worry~."

Those blood red eyes catch something moving out of the corner of his vision, flicking his gaze over to see what it might have been.

On their window seal, is a tiny little scorpion. It just sits right outside of the window... bright, piercing blue and it looks like the little thing got wet, because the seal itself is damp and the window had water droplets on it.

Wasn't because of rain, because the weather had been clear all day... how odd.

Kaveh shifts his gaze down to Alhaitham for a moment, nuzzling against him, before shifting his gaze back to the window seal...

Only to find that the scorpion itself was gone... and so was the dampness on the seal and the droplets on the window.

The Architect furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment, but chalked it up to being his imagination. "Haitham, why don't we get some coffee, mm~? That might help you calm down a little from this bad dream of yours~."

Alhaitham didn't want to move. He only clung tighter to Kaveh.

[genshinteapot]

Sleeping Dragons

If Alhaitham could go the entire day without Kaveh bothering him, that would be fantastic. It's his day off, the Architect is visiting a friend of his (the General Mahamatra, of all people) and won't be back until tomorrow... at the latest.

So that leaves him peacefully alone. Book in hand, food he picked up from Lambad's Tavern (Scented Meat Balls) that he could eat with a single hand, everything was going great!

How could this possibly go wrong?

Well, he was about to find out.

What is this feeling in his stomach? Alhaitham furrowed his brow, the odd sensation pulling him from the book that had enraptured him. A churning sensation... followed by a wave of nausea. For a moment the Scribe closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment before slowly exhaling. A Scented Meat Ball is picked up, popped into his mouth, chewing away as he put his focus back onto his book.

The sensation goes away.

He's not getting sick, it's his mind playing tricks on him... even though that has never been a thing before. It doesn't matter. He's going to enjoy his day off without Kaveh to bother him, and that's THAT.

.... except that queasiness is coming back. It's pulling him out of the book again. Does he need to just go and throw up for it to go away? Eugh... what a waste of food though. Better just get it over and done with.

Alhaitham sets the bookmark into his book, closing it and setting it aside. He sits up off of the couch and suddenly the entire room shifted on him... and it only intensified the nausea. He puts a hand to the arm of the couch while the other he clenches into a fist and presses the back of his hand against his mouth.

A sick taste washes into his mouth, causing him to shut his eyes tight and swallows back the urge to vomit. For a few moments, Alhaitham has to find his center of gravity before he can move away from the couch...

And much to his displeasure, he hears the front door unlocking.

Great.

"Honey, I'm home~!" Kaveh's voice rings out from the front door. A scowl spreads across Alhaitham's face for all of two seconds before he calms himself and stands up straight. Despite the fact the room was still spinning, he needed to get to the restroom before he vomited on the floor.

"What, you're not going to say it back!?" the Architect whined out loudly. He comes storming over towards the living room, where Alhaitham had been, and prevents the other man from wandering off. "I come home early for you, not even drunk this time, and you're just going to storm off like this!?"

"Kaveh, move." Alhaitham keeps his voice calm, last thing he needs is Kaveh to grow far more excitable and loud and--

He swallows back the urge to vomit again, now clenching his teeth.

"No! I go through such good lengths to try and improve myself, and I don't get any sort of acknowledgement from you! You should be happy I'm back early and not absolutely wasted at the tavern! You tell me that every day!"

"Because you drink every day." Alhaitham doesn't have time for this bickering back and forth. He attempts to walk past Kaveh, but the blond steps in his way and keeps him from leaving.

What is up his ass this evening, to keep being such a pest??

Wait a second... analytical mind is whirling. "I thought you were going to visit Cyno?" Alhaitham narrowed his eyes in a curious manner.

"I did go visit Cyno-- Alhaitham, don't change the subject! I'm still mad at you!"

"Were you visiting him at the tavern?"

"That's beside the point! Stop changing the subject!!"

"The tavern is where you drink--"

"I know it is!"

SO IT'S RELEVANT INFORMATION TO KNOW THEN!!

Alhaitham is going to lose his mind... and his Scented Meat Balls. The world twists on him and he slams his hand against the wall to keep from stumbling over.

Kaveh startles and shrieks when Alhaitham slams his hand on the wall, jumping back slightly with his eyes widened. "Haitham!! Stop trying to intimidate me! I won't fall for it!" He says, as if he hadn't just jumped out of his skin like a scared Avidya Leopard.

Alhaitham could feel the sensation creeping up in his throat, and no amount of swallowing could hold it back.

Kaveh seemed to notice, taking a small and cautious step closer. "Haitham, are you okay?"

Alhaitham was suddenly pale, reaching a hand up to cover his mouth... and then Kaveh understood what was about to happen.

"Ahh-- Haitham, lets gets you to--" However, he was unable to finish his sentence before Alhaitham is leaning forward, hand moving from his mouth and is vomiting on the floor between them. His legs grew weak, dropping down onto his knees... which earned a yelp from Kaveh. "Haitham!!"

Alhaitham could do without this man yelling every two seconds, in all honesty... he places a hand to his stomach now, another lurch of his stomach, and another retched sound is ripped from him as more of the meal he had been snacking on is dumped out onto the floor. This time, is followed by Alhaitham coughing.

Kaveh is quick to get down onto his knees, on one side of Alhaitham as he gingerly rubs his back. "Oh... Haitham..." the tone felt almost patronizing, but at this point in time Alhaitham was too tired to care. "Hey... are you good? Can you walk now?"

Alhaitham vehemently shook his head 'no', he felt another churn of his stomach... another wave of vomit wanting to eject itself. He leans forward a bit, feeling the burning sensation crawl up his throat... until it leaves from his mouth. Though this third time was significantly less than the previous two, primarily just stomach acid and small bits of food.

It left such a nasty taste in his mouth, the Scribe scrunching up his nose as he gathers whatever saliva (and bile) is in his mouth and spits onto the floor.

"Are you okay...?" Kaveh's tone had become far more compassionate, the gentle rubbing to his back had never ceased... and deep down Alhaitham appreciated the tender gesture... even if Kaveh can get on his nerves a lot. "Come here, let me help you..."

Kaveh's other hand goes to Alhaitham's chest, giving a gentle push to have him lean back onto his other hand. With Alhaitham leaned back (and his legs now a bit more in front of him), the Architect is slipping his arm underneath the Scribe's legs and picking him up bridal style.

Alhaitham is too drained to care. He rests his head upon his 'roommates' shoulder, letting his eyes drift closed.

The walk to their bedroom was so smooth, Kaveh was so gentle in bringing him to bed... laying him down and brushing some of his hair from his face. The blond carefully removes Alhaitham's earpieces from his head, placing them upon the bedside table.

Kaveh is kneeling down beside the bed, as softly as he could manage, was playing with some of Alhaitham's hair that covered his eye. "You're going to be okay." he assured, in a voice Alhaitham seldom ever hears... mostly because Kaveh is always screaming and crying about one thing or another.

And also... because Alhaitham almost never needs to be taken care of. There have been very rare incidents in which Alhaitham wasn't feeling well... this also being one of those times... in which nothing else in the world mattered, at least, not to Kaveh. The blond would dote on him and take care of him, almost like a mother would her child.

In this case, one 'roommate' taking care of another.

"Don't worry about anything, you're going to be okay~." Kaveh continued to coo. Alhaitham could feel exhaustion crawling into his body, perhaps this is what Kaveh planned. Lull him to sleep and then clean up the mess he made.

Kaveh is always so good at keeping the house cleaned... Alhaitham always appreciated it, but he'd never say it to the man's face.

"Haitham~..."

Alhaitham couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

"Haiiiitham~..."

He felt a pair of lips press against his forehead.

"I love you~..."

'I love you too, you idiot', the thought rings in his head.

Alhaitham curled up a little, then felt the blanket being lightly tossed over him... and Kaveh actually tucked him in. He could feel his consciousness beginning to fade...

Just as the door closed... ever so faintly... as if Kaveh didn't want to disturb any chance that Alhaitham would be sleeping.

Alhaitham drifted off into a deep, peaceful slumber...

And with the Dendro Archon saved, had beautifully vivid dreams of that dumbass blond that blocked his way to the restroom, resulting in him vomiting on the floor...

But the scenery was the same, but the situation was different. Entangled in each other's arms they were--

Happy. Loving. Touching. Kaveh says something, Alhaitham grabs his chin and shakes his head back and forth... which causes the blond to WHINE.

Even in his dreams Kaveh gets on his nerves...

Why does he like this man again?

...... Because despite his misfortune, he has a heart of gold... and the passion he gives off is something that's enticing~...

Even though Alhaitham would never admit it.

[genshinteapot]

Singing Bowls

What day was it again...?

A glance to the calendar let Heizou know that it was the beginning of the week, Monday. Which means it's shot day. Get it over and done with at the beginning and skate through the rest of the week without worry.

He wanders on over to his desk, picking up his back that rested upon the floor.

No one should be coming in today to bother him... except maybe Madam Kujou Sara. There were no pressing cases that needed his attention. No 'favors' to be worked out with a few select inmates.

The bag is rested upon the desk, pulling open the drawstrings and sifting through the contents inside. The Detective pulls out a small satchel. With that in his hands, he sits down at his desk and kicks his feet up onto the top. A brush against his thigh, he lifts the material of his shorts up to expose his thigh. A small disinfecting wipe is pulled from the satchel, tore open, and he cleans a small area upon his thigh.

Next, Heizou pulls out a sturdy box-- opening it up and pulling out a few supplies from inside of it. A small vile and various needles.

"When we were young we were the ones The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world~."

The sharp end of the needle is injected into the vile, pressed the plunger down before tipping it upside down and letting the viscous liquid fill the syringe.

"We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets Wish I could relive every single word~."

Heizou kept a close eye on it, waiting until it filled to the proper amount... then carefully pulled the needle back out.

"We've taken different paths, And travelled different roads~."

The vile is sat back down onto his desk, close to the satchel.

"I know we'll always end up--!?" Heizou's voice hitched as he felt the back of his chair is grabbed and shaken. He drops the syringe and grabs the arms of the chair to keep from being shaken out of his chair.

Once it stops shaking, the detective whips his head around to see whom it was that was disturbing him.

"Hey there, little dude!" It was Itto. Heizou had to fight to keep a scowl off his face, though he wasn't capable of keeping a firm frown from overtaking his expression. The Oni is leaning over the chair Heizou was in, taking in all of the supplies on the table. "So what're you doin' with all of this stuff? Oh!" A hand is reached out to grab at the small vile, but Heizou was quick to snatch it up without letting those large hands get a hold of it.

"I would have appreciated it if you had knocked before barging in here." the detective huffs, now standing up from his chair and blocking off Itto from looking at the stuff on his desk. "I'm busy."

The Oni looked a bit confused, though his eyes lit on the syringe on the ground. Heizou followed his gaze, noticing it on the ground and he felt his stomach go cold. Those fiery red eyes lock with light green, something is exchanged between them-- and at the same time Itto is diving to grab the syringe off the floor as Heizou is quickly sticking his foot out to either kick the syringe away from him or to step on his hand once he's grabbed it.

As it happens, Heizou's swiftness has him kicking the syringe away. Not like he can use it anyways, now that it's contaminated from touching the floor.

"Hey! What are you doin' with that!?" the Oni questions. "Does Kujou Tengu know you're doin' drugs?? I expected better of a super cool detective like you! Why do you need to do drugs anyways?? Are you depressed?"

"It's not--" Heizou had started, but this loud-mouthed Oni is quick to cut him off and go on instead.

"What you're doin'g' is bad for you! It'll only make you feel worse than what you already are!" This absolute buffoon has no idea what he's talking about. "You should stop takin' them before you do something irreversible to yourself, little dude!"

Heizou pinches the bridge of his nose, taking in a slow inhale and holding it. He's still going on...

"I know a guy who did what you're doin'! He was unhappy with himself and he did that stuff too! He was doin' it to make his brain do weird stuff and just mentally check out! He thought it made him happy but as it turns out, it just made him feel sadder!"

A slow exhale, Heizou shifts his gaze back up to Itto with a calm expression. Just wait... he'll wear himself out.

"But I! The amazing Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto, was able to convince him to stop his illegal intake of drugs and managed to help him put his life back on track! He was SO happy and thankful that he treated me to a fantastic home-cooked meal! I mean... it actually wasn't all that fantastic, but it was free food so how could I say no?? Free food always tastes the best!!"

"It's testosterone." Heizou informed calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Huh?" Itto looked a little confused.

"It's testosterone." the detective repeated, finally holding up the vile so that the Oni could take a look at it. "And it's legal in Inazuma. It's used for HRT."

Itto put his hands on his hips, leaning in far too closely to the vile and narrowed his fiery red eyes. Heizou could swear this idiot is near-sighted with how often he does that... squinting and leaning in close.

"So uh... what's HRT then? How come I, the one and Oni Itto, have never heard of it?"

"HRT stands for 'Hormone Replacement Therapy', and it's for someone like me trying to feel more comfortable in my own skin." Heizou finally pulled the vile back and sat it down onto the table. His gaze turned back to Itto, whom still had a look of confusion on his face.

"Testosterones is for... dudes?" the Oni questioned with a slight tilt of his head.

"Yes." Heizoi confirmed.

"So... are you tryin' to become a chick?"

"No."

"What are you takin' it for then?"

"To become a guy."

"Were you not already a dude?"

"No."

Itto then put his hands on his knees, crouching down just enough so that he was eye-level with Heizou's chest and stared. Heizou kept one arm loose at his side, the other had a fist rested upon his hip. He could tell what Itto was looking for, though he knows the Oni won't find them.

"So where are your--?" As if to emphasize what he was referring to, Itto reached for his own chest and made a grabbing motion... making it clear he was looking for breasts.

"I've already had them removed." Heizou informed. Itto narrowed his eyes, looking even harder now. With a roll of his eyes, the detective reached his hand up to his shirt and pulls it to the side a bit... revealing the scars that lingered.

"Little dude, your nips are gone!"

Heizou felt a small smile spread across his face, letting his shirt go and hiding the scars from prying eyes.

"It's a stylistic choice." he informed. "Besides, there's a chance they would have fallen off anyways," Itto's eyes widened in pure shock and his jaw dropped, "So instead of dealing with that I just opted to keep them off altogether. Made my healing process go by so much more smoothly."

"So... my guy, if you're tryin' to become a dude... what about the--?" Much like the Oni had done before, though this time he's standing up straight, he makes a vague gesture towards his own groin area. "You know, the thing down here? What's up with that?"

Heizou has half a mind not to answer, it's no one's business what he has down there, but... education. "That's a surgery for another day. I don't have the time to spend recovering from that. And if you must know, it's called a 'phalloplasty'."

Itto, for a brief period of time, was quiet. He had crossed his arms over his chest, brow furrowed as he let the information sink in. Heizou, with a pool of patience of his own, just simply stood there and allowed the man his moments to think.

"So..." Here comes a question, Heizou can just feel it. "Where does it come from? Like... the whole..." Another gesture towards his groin area. "That thing. Where does it come from?"

"You know what?" Heizou has a great idea to answer this without answering it, because while he does know he wants to cut this conversation short and actually do his shot. "I'll let you know that when I finally get one. I'll even let you see it~."

"No way dude!" Itto was far too stoked about this, the way his face and eyes lit up at... being able to see a penis, of all things. "You're actually goin' to let me see when you get it?? That's so cool! I hope it's not bigger than mine! You're so small, it shouldn't be bigger than mine, right??"

"We can compare when it happens." Heizou chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll keep you posted~. For now... I need to do my shot. If I don't do it, I will become depressed... and I may end up even doing the bad kind of drugs that friend of yours did~."

"What!? No no NO!! Do your good shot!!" Now the Oni was panicking. "I don't want to see you do bad things to yourself, my dude! Take your testosterone and be happy! I want to see how we compare, but you can't do that if you--!!"

"What is all this racket?" Whoops, here comes Kujou Sara.

"Nothing Madam Kujou." Heizou answered, a smile upon his face. "Just educating, that's all~." He picked up the vile from the desk, showing it off to his superior.

Her eyes lit on the vile in the detective's hands before turning a firm stare to the Oni... to which he pouted and stared back.

"Carry on..." she finally spoke out, giving a small nod. "But keep the noise down."

"Yes ma'am~." Heizou hummed, giving a court wave. "We'll be out of here shortly, don't you worry~."

[genshinteapot]

Forest Breath

“Don’t worry Collei. I have everything already planned for my absence. The patrol schedules days in advance, a large backstock of potions and medicines for common illnesses for the travelers and adventurers going through Avidya forest and eating things they shouldn’t...  and if you happen to run out I have a list of ingredients for each one, as well as where to find them should they be depleted before my return.”

“Ahh... are you sure I can handle this, Master?”

“Of course~. You’ve shown a lot of improvements, and I’ll only be gone a week. If you feel things start getting out of hand, you can always go to Sumeru City and ask for Cyno. Just let him know I’ve gone out for a week and he’ll be able to find me with ease.”

“Why can’t you tell me where you’re going, Master? I could just find you myself!”

“Where I’m going is too dangerous for you, Collei. I don’t want you knowing because I don’t want you coming to get me. Leave that for Cyno to do, if you can’t handle the responsibilities. I know I’m laying a lot on you, but just follow what I’ve left for you and you should do just fine~.”

“Okay. Thank you, Master! I’ll be sure to make you proud!”

“I’m sure you will.”

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Tighnari had traversed to the Ashavan Realm, down by Apam Woods. The general area that would rain and then flood, only for the sun to reappear and the water to dissipate. Of course, he stayed on the outskirts of the area that flooded. He didn’t need to be bothered during his little ‘vacation’.

Honestly, the Fennec had planned to enjoy himself... by going off of his suppressants and allowing his rut to hit him with full force. Of course, with what he had in mind the last thing he wanted was for little Collei to catch him doing anything... hence the secrecy in not telling here where he was heading off to.

Tighnari could feel the heat growing under the collar of his hoodie, the itching sensation in the back of his skull, the primal urge to copulate. It made his head feel dizzy and heavy. He dropped his bag by a tree, sitting down between some of the exposed roots and leaning back against the trunk. The heat was growing worse... mouth open, he raised a hand up and bit on the end of his glove to pull it off of his hand. The left one, specifically. With a jerk of his head (with his ears flopping slightly as a result), he tossed the glove aside. 

With his hand exposed, he pulls open his bag and rummages through it for something--

A Henna Berry. 

This is not the most ideal use of a Henna Berry, with them being such a rare find as they are, but it was certainly a lot more pleasant than the Harra Fruit. Tighnari slips out a pocket knife from the pouch on his belt, taking the blade to the base of the fruit and cutting a circular hole into it. Some of the juice dripped out, onto the knife, to which Tighnari simply wiped it off onto his pants. The knife was placed back into the pouch. 

With his free hand, he works his belt off-- albeit with some difficulties, freeing his pressing erection from the confines of the fabric. His white tunic is brushed up, the edge of it he bites on to keep it from falling. ‘I should remove my bottoms’, the Fennec thinks with a furrowed brow. With a roll of his eyes, the Henna Berry is placed upon his bag in wait. Pressing his head against the trunk of the tree and using his core strength, he lifts his hips up off of the ground and uses both of his hands to pushes his pants and underwear down to rest at his ankles.

That done, his hips are back down onto the ground and Tighnari is picking the Henna Berry up once more. He places the hole of the berry against the tip of his erection, then with some pressure and twisting, his dick is slipped into the gooey insides. The sensation was delightful, and the thicker skin of the berry makes it easier to do what he intends--

Which is pleasure himself.

With a grip firm enough that can be felt but not enough to break the skin of it, Tighnari begins to stroke himself with the Henna Berry. Immediately the juices and pulp begin to dribble out of the hole he had carved out, letting out a deliciously fragrant scent.

A sharp spike of pleasure jolts up his spine, instinctively flinching his hips forward as the squelching of the berry fills the air around him... his ears twitching as a result. His tail began to sway, almost excitedly so-- tapping against the grass and root of the tree, kicking up a faint scent of wet grass that mixed beautifully well with the scent of the berry.

It was all nature scents that assaulted Tighnari’s nose, and it was heavenly. He would do this all day long, if he could. Small little noises escaped him, through his nose. Faint moans that, unless someone was by his side, wouldn’t be heard.

Which he planned ahead of time, just in case. That the scheduled patrols could come by this location, but not near enough to hear what he might be up to... so long as he doesn’t start screaming or crying out from the pleasure.

His mind was clouded by the lustful fog of rut, heterochromic eyes drifting shut as he allowed his mind to wander...

Wander to someone...

‘Nari~...’ the voice whispered in his ear. Tighnari jerked his hips again, a pitiful little whine escaping from him.

Actual noises around him caused an ear to twitch, and his eyes reopen. Much to his surprise, a Floating Hydro Fungi is at his side.

Irritating.

The Fennec didn’t want an audience, and certainly not a floating fungi. At least it’s one of the more docile ones, all things considered. Tighnari summons his bow (Hunter’s Path) in his right hand, simply taking it and whacking the ‘offending’ Fungi with it. 

The Fungi jiggled with the contact, blinking at him with an incredulous expression on it’s face before floating up and quickly making off. 

With his surprise ‘audience’ gone, Tighnari allows his bow to disappear as easily as he had made it appear and resumed on his ministrations.

Leaned back against the tree contently, eyes drifting closed, his mind wanders once more.

The squelching noise grew louder, messier... more of the juices and pulp dripping out more consistently now, coating Tighnari’s groin area in semi-translucent red liquid.

‘Nari~...’ Tighnari could hear his voice in his head, how he always says his name. Such a soft voice, only for HIM to hear.

‘Breed me Nari~... breed me, breed me, breed me~...’

That’s his own rut-fueled mind repeating that phrase in his voice... enticing him, drawing him nearer to completion. It’s so close~... right there~...

Tighnari jerks, leaning up off of the tree as he finally climaxes. Shaky breaths escape him, some of his cum mixing with the juices of the Henna Berry and dribbling out all over him. For the moment, the Fennec was content to enjoy the high...

But he doesn’t get that chance as his eyes reopen and... either it’s a different  Floating Hydro Fungi, or it’s the same damn one from earlier that he whacked that’s come back. 

IRRITATION!!

This isn’t how he wants to spend his rut! Beating off these Fungi while he tries to get off and relax! This time, however, Tighnari is lifting both of his feet up and kicking the Hydro Fungi away... as his clothing is down around his ankles so a single foot couldn’t do the job.

In any case-- like before the Fungi looks so dumbfounded to have been attacked that it encases itself in a bubble of water before floating up and away.

Tighnari was steadily growling... the high of his orgasm ending so abruptly due to the Fungi wanting to come and disturb him. He pulled the Henna Berry off of himself, lifting it up a bit to peer into the hole. It was a right mess inside, and not much of the pulp remained inside... as most of it had been gouged out by his firm thrusting.

The shell of the Berry is lightly tossed aside, for the forest floor to consume and do with it as it pleased. For now... he just waited. Despite being in rut, he did still need some recovery time between his own little pleasure sessions.

In the mean time, Tighnari reached into his bag and pulls out another Henna Berry. He had came prepared with a few of them, at least for the first day. Later on he will suffice with his hand, but for now? These Berries got him off very well.

Tighnari had to lean up and reach for the pouch, that now rested at his ankles with the rest of his clothes, sifting through it for the knife once again. With it found, he’s leaning back against the trunk of the tree and started cutting out a hole again.

Another noise causes his ears to twitch, a scowl appearing upon his face. What is it NOW?? Why are these Hydro Fungi bothering him?? They never bothered him before so why--?

“Tighnari?” 

Wait a second... 

That’s Cyno’s voice. Tighnari quickly glanced up, and had spotted the General Mahamatra poking out from behind the tree he was leaning against staring down at him. 

The Fennec felt heat fill his cheeks and his eyes widened. How had he not heard him coming?? Cyno has that very distinct sound when he walks, he could hear him coming a mile away how did he--??

“What are you doing?” Cyno questions, as if it wasn’t obvious. Tighnari; with his pants and underwear down at his ankles, genitals covered in translucent red fluid and berry pulp (and still erect), shell of a Henna Berry at his side with another in his hand with a hole cut into it-- the Fennec was clearly masturbating with the berries yet Cyno asked him that anyways.

Tighnari wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole, how the HELL does he explain this?? Heterochromic eyes darted around, to the berry and knife in his hands, to the roots of the tree, to the shell of the berry off to the side, to his bag, to his clothes around his ankles, to Cyno’s knees--

Knees?

Tighnari paused, Cyno had knelt down beside him. One of his ears twitched, tilting his head curiously. The General Mahamatra had a tiny smile upon his face, staring at Tighnari with something close to admiration. 

“Is this your rut?” Cyno had asked softly, and Tighnari was startled to hear such a thing. How does he?? “It is, isn’t it?"

Tighnari was almost too shocked to speak... almost. “Why do you know about this??” he questioned. 

“I’ve always known.” Cyno responded, shifting his position a bit so that he could sit next to the Fennec. “Since we’ve been together, I’ve been learning your behaviors and habits... I’ve also been doing some research of my own. Your kind has heats and ruts, and they can also take suppressants.”

Tighnari should have known, really. The General Mahamatra, as studious as he is, would eventually come to know how his body works... especially with the two of them being together. He just didn’t think it would happen this fast.

“I noticed when you were on your suppressants, you were more...” Cyno paused a moment, leaning back a bit as he put a hand to his chin... almost in thought. “More physically affectionate. Not just between us, but towards others as well.” He then pointed towards the Fennec. “Small touches. Collei, you would lightly touch her head, or her shoulder. Same with the other Forest Watchers. You were more hands-on in teaching, or showing, and you didn’t seem to notice.”

“But you did, clearly.” Tighnari added, his ears pinning back against his head. Cyno is so heavily observant, he should have been more cautious in his actions... he didn’t want this getting out. 

Cyno could only smile. That small, subtle smile.

“I first noticed... back then, when Collei interrupted us. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget?”

“We had been together for a little while. We were sitting in your room, you were messing with hair... which you don’t normally do. Messing with my hair, you sat down next to me, you kept touching my face and neck, my shoulder too. Eventually we started kissing, and you hands just kept wandering...”

“That doesn’t really mean anything, I touch you all the time.”

“No, but it was after. You saw what that did to me, you tried to get me to lay down--”

“And you told me you weren’t ready and I backed off.”

“You did... and I appreciate that, but you were still handsy.”

“You said I could keep touching you.”

“I did.”

“So how did you notice then, when I was doing everything you said I could?”

“It was when you heard Collei coming. You threw your blanket on me and went to meet her at the door. She asked you something, you answered, and I saw you touching her. Her head, giving her a pat... like a proud parent. You don’t normally initiate touch with others..."

“Except you.”

“Yes, except me. I thought it was a bit odd, so I just starting watching how you behave. The only time you really initiated touch was when someone was being dumb and needed medical attention. Otherwise, you just didn’t touch others.”

“So how does that turn back to my rut? How long have you been observing me?”

“Before getting together, I got a book on biology and I studied it between my missions. Specifically, a biology book on Valuka Shuna.” Tighnari narrowed his eyes a bit. Such an old script, one that he’s already read, Cyno must have really had to dig to find it. “And it explained everything I needed to know about you, biologically anyways.”

“So why didn’t you just ask, instead of just observing me?” Tighnari was a bit confused. If Cyno knew from the beginning, he very well could have asked whatever questions he had.

“Would you have told me had I asked?” Cyno turned the question back to the Fennec. 

Tighnari swallowed the lump in his throat and avoided eye contact. “No...”

“And I knew you wouldn’t.” Cyno added. “So I just started visiting more often, to learn more about you through observation... and it seems I’ve caught you at an inopportune time.” His gaze went down to Tighnari’s groin area, still clearly erect and coated in juice and pulp. “Do you need help with that?”

Tighnari’s ears twitched and flicked towards Cyno, seconds after turning back to face him. His breathing picked up, he could feel the lust egging it’s way back into his brain. 

‘Breed me, Nari~’, the Fennec’s brain could hear Cyno moan... and he leaned in for a kiss, to which Cyno easily reciprocated. The Berry was abandoned as his hand reached up to the Mahamatra’s face and caressed his cheek. Their lips met, pressed firmly against one another.

Breed, breed, BREED-- Tighnari’s rut-fueled brain was overtaking his better judgement. He nudged at Cyno, trying to get him to lay down--

“Nari--” he whispered against the other’s lips, unrelenting and refusing to move. “Stop.”

Despite the lust thrumming through his body, Tighnari obeyed. He pulled back from Cyno, hands clenched into fists he pressed his knuckles against the ground between his thighs. His tail twitched angrily against the grass, against the root beside him. 

He NEEDED release!! CRAVED!! But he wouldn’t do anything Cyno wasn’t ready for, or anything he didn’t want to do. 

Cyno reaches a hand over, to trail his fingers underneath Tighnari’s chin. With gentle insistence, he’s turning the Fennec’s head back towards him and connecting their lips once more. The action sends shivers down Tighnari’s spine, his tongue slipping out and lightly brushing against Cyno’s lips.

Cyno, of course, allows his lips to open. Tighnari wastes no time in slipping his tongue inside, enjoying the taste that is Cyno. There’s also a lingering taste of Aaru Mixed Rice. Seems Cyno had eaten recently, and hasn’t had the chance to brush his teeth just yet. Which is fine, Tighnari doesn’t mind.

Tighnari’s rut is clawing at the back of his mind, making his body ache for release. He wants inside, he wants to cum... again and again and AGAIN. And then suddenly... Tighnari licks Cyno’s face. From the corner of his mouth up his cheek to just under his eye.

Cyno scrunched up his face at the action, reaching up and grabbing Tighnari’s chin to hold him still. “Nari... what was that for?”

“I love the way you taste~...” Tighnari’s mouth spilled out the thoughts in his head before he could stop them. “I love the way you smell~... I love everything about you~. I want to breed you, Cyno~...”

Hearing that last part has the General’s face flushing a bright red and his eyes had widened. His grip upon the other’s chin loosened just a bit, which is all Tighnari needed to lean in closer and bite at Cyno’s neck. Alternating between biting and licking him, and just like earlier he gave a slight nudge in his ministrations... to encourage Cyno to lay down.

Unlike last time, Cyno allowed himself to be pushed over. One of his hands went to the back of Tighnari’s head, to keep his lips and teeth against his neck, while his other hand went to gripping at the back of the Fennec’s white tunic between his shoulder blades. 

Tighnari feels such a strong urge to breed, and he desperately wants to. To thrust himself so deeply into Cyno and make him cry and scream and BEG and...

“Nari~...” Cyno’s faint little moan reached the Fennec’s ears and he froze. Oh, actually hearing him moan like that was better than his fantasies. “Nari...?” Cyno himself was a bit confused as to why Tighnari suddenly stopped biting him... his grip upon the other loosening just a bit. “Tighnari...?”

“Ah, sorry...” Tighnari muttered an apology, lifting his head up a bit from Cyno’s neck. His face was equally flushed, ears now pinning back against his head. With a deep inhale, he continued. “Cyno, I want to mate with you...”

“I know you do.”  

“And... can I? I mean... I don’t want to pressure you, you’ve already told me ‘no’ before... and you’ve already stopped me once already during this. It’s... I’ll be okay if you’re still not ready.”

Cyno shifted his gaze to the side before turning his head and glancing away. It was clear to Tighnari that he was contemplating his answer.

“I’m still not ready...” the Mahamatra finally responded, though he kept his gaze away. Tighnari felt a bit crestfallen, he had really wanted to... but ‘no’ means ‘no’. The Fennec pulled himself back off of Cyno, shifting his body so he was no longer facing the General as he pressed his fists into the ground once more. 

His body craved, his dick ached, his mind was screaming at him to breed... he had contemplated grabbing the Henna Berry once again, so he could satisfy his carnal desires, though doesn’t as he feels Cyno’s arms wrap around him. The younger man embraces him from behind in a small little hug, resting his cheek upon Tighnari’s right shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, Nari...” Cyno apologized, his voice barely above a whisper.

“No, don’t be.” Tighnari responded, tilting his head to the side so he may rest it upon Cyno’s and nuzzle him a little. An affectionate little gesture. “I just...” A deep inhale, his tail began to thump against the ground once more. “I’m in rut, you know... I just need...” 

“Go ahead, do what you need to.” Cyno encouraged, scooting himself a bit closer to Tighnari’s back. He removed one arm from around Tighnari, only to gently grab his tail and hold it in his lap, which stopped the fluffy appendage from moving. “Let me watch you use the Henna Berry you were about to use.”

Oh yes, because that is precisely what Tighnari wants to do. Masturbate with a fruit in front of his boyfriend. Realistically, he wants to be inside of his boyfriend rather than a fruit... but at the same time, having his boyfriend watch him get it on with a fruit might actually be enticing.

So that’s what he does. Leaning away from Cyno a bit, Tighnari reaches for the prepped Henna Berry and picks it back up. Brushing off some of the dirt from the skin, he takes a peek at the hole he had made. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, nothing inside aside from the berry pulp... which makes it relatively safe to use as he had intended to do earlier.

Swallowing the saliva in his mouth, Tighnari puts the hole of the berry against the tip of his dick-- and like before, presses down and twists. Translucent red liquid drip out onto his groin area, along with a bit of pulp. Jaw clenched, the Fennec firmly grips the Henna Berry and begins to move it, up and down. 

The sensation was absolutely heavenly... and the scent that permeates from it was delicious~. A pleasured moan slips past his lips, and Tighnari feels Cyno’s arm tighten around his chest. For half a second he had forgotten that Cyno was even there, already his brain had melted into his rut and put all it’s focus on pleasure.

But now his brain was split between the pleasure and Cyno. Listening to him breathe, feeling his breath against his skin, the scent of desert sand and sweat that wafted off of him... his brain toying with him, hearing Cyno gasp and moan with each thrust of his hips into the berry.

Tighnari was so distracted with his own encompassing heat that he had missed Cyno’s actions. The younger male was brushing up Tighnari’s white tunic, pulling the Fennec ever so closer until he’s nearly leaning against him. Tanned hands adventure over the other’s abdomen, a little further up his torso, committing to memory how his skin feels. Not to mention, the way the fur of his tail feels against his own abdomen. So soft, sleek, a little damp from the wet grass all around them... which, of course, the water was easily brushed off thanks to the water-proofing oils Tighnari would always coat his tail with. ‘One swish, and it’s dry~’, Tighnari had told him.

Tighnari’s thrusting was getting more erratic, his breathing coming in quick gasps. Head tipped back to rest upon Cyno’s shoulder, open agape, Cyno took to giving small little kisses to the Fennec’s cheek as he touched and stroked at the older male’s stomach and lower abdomen.

“Cyno~...” Tighnari moaned out, unable to hold back his volume.

“Nari~....” Cyno breathed into his ear, which earned a high pitched whine from the Fennec. “Cum for me, Nari~...”

The squelching of the Henna Berry grew obscenely loud and wet. Juices and pulp were dug out from Tighnari’s erection, creating a further red hued mess on his groin area. Tighnari began screaming... and it wasn’t a ‘normal’ sort of scream you’d hear a human make. 

No, rather-- it was animalistic in nature, something more akin to a fox’s shrieking when frightened. The noise was offensive to Cyno’s ears, wincing slightly from the tone as it caused his ears to ring.

Why was Tighnari being so loud all of a sudden??

One final cry, and his entire body shook with an orgasm. The squelching sound grew wetter as the Fennec filled the berry with his own fluids. The translucent red fluid quickly became less translucent and less red... now thick and creamy white in color as it dribbled out from the Henna Berry and coating Tighnari’s groin area. 

Tighnari fell limp against Cyno, heavily panting with half-lidded eyes, his hand on the Berry had stilled as he allowed himself to bask in the bliss of his orgasm. At least this time he wasn’t being bothered by a damned Floating Hydro Fungi.

“Good boy~.” Cyno whispered, a small smile upon his face. Tighnari purred upon hearing that, a smile spreading across his face as well. “My good boy~...”

“Cyno, stop.” Tighnari chuckled, letting his head lull to the side a little. The two pressed their lips together, Cyno giving a firm hug around the middle of Tighnari’s torso. “I love you~...”

“I love you too, my Nari~. Next time.”

“Mmm? ‘Next time’?”

“Yes, next time.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Next heat, I want to try sex.”

“Oh??” Tighnari could already feel his lust crawling back into his head upon hearing that. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Absolutely not.”

For some reason, that response was hilarious... and Tighnari began laughing. 

“You’ll stop if I need you to, right?”

“Of course Cyno. I’ll only do what you feel comfortable doing.”

“.... thank you.”

“You’re welcome~.”

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