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Venti settles down on a tall windy cliff, the Archon watches as brilliant lights of day slowly get devoured by the endless horizon, twilight marking the end of another day in Teyvat.
On the white silky sand of Falcon coast sat a small figure dressed in white and gold, the traveler from outside of this world, who has been sitting there for a while now. Venti still remembers how daylight wrap around that small frame, makes him radiate like an ascended celestial, sometimes it awes the Archon.
They’ve been travel partners for some time now, although the blond traveler rarely spends time in Mondstadt anymore. He has been all busy in the neighboring nation Liyue, which makes Venti a little bit sad. The Archon wonders if this traveler has forgotten about him already. See, Mondstadt isn’t as flashy and complicated as the bustling and shining Liyue, life here is as simple as it is. Were peace and freedom under the light not as enticing as dirty little secrets hidden in the dark? Venti thought as he tilts his head a little bit for a better view of the small figure.
What is this feeling inside the Archon’s vessel right now? The feeling of wanting to tie this beautiful traveler down with the force of a thousand winds, wanting to strip away his everything, so they can become one with each other, so he never leaves him again, so the only thing in his mind is the shape of the Archon and the sound of wind ringing. Being a bard for thousands of years, it’s a shame that Venti still couldn’t find the right word to describe it…
And it hung before his eyes like the forbidden fruit, waiting for him to come and pluck it down.
Just like that, the Archon get down to the shore with the sound of winds ringing in the night, a few steps behind the clueless male traveler, who only notices Venti’s appearance as a cold gust of wind thrust up his spine, surrounds his senses with an underlying aroma of Dandelion Wine.
“Hey--Oh, it’s you.” Must have made him jump a little bit there.
“Hehe, a good evening to you, dear traveler!” Venti giggles as he sat down next to the young-looking boy “You’ve been here for a while now, something on your mind?”
“...Stuff in Liyue, I didn’t think that things would be so complicated down there.” The blonde boy rests a hand against his forehead, shakes his head lightly. “I just need to clear my head a bit.”
“You sure are involved with things in Liyue, huh. Why not take some days off in Mondstadt, Aether?” The Anemo Archon said as he curls one of his legs up and places his head against it, one hand reaching out to send a gentle breeze through the traveler’s nape.
“Venti! That tickles!” Aether quickly pulls his scarf up to cover his nape and pouted cutely. “And I’m not like you, all careless and free, I can’t just bail out of the matter, you know.”
“Careless and free.” Venti looks at him with his sad puppy eyes, looking as fake as possible.”Is that all you can think of me? I’m quite sad, traveler, considering all the time we spent traveling together.”
“W-well, all you ever do is tricking me into getting drunk and slacking off. I wish you could be a better God, more responsible, like Zhong-”
Venti shot him an arrow-like glare, following by a sharp breeze of wind cruelly wraps around the traveler’s exposed midriff, blade-like winds that almost cut open skins. Jealousy ignites something at the bottom of the bard’s turquoise pupils, something the Traveler can’t discern nor understand.
“Ah…I see, so what you’re saying, dear traveler…” Venti speaks in this strange soft tone like pouring sweet poison into his ears, which makes him shudders. “You think that I’m not as interesting as him, right? Aether, you never have any question on your mind? Or you simply don’t care?”
“It’s…not like that, I mean, Venti, you are so carefree, and-” Aether responds, sounding as clueless as ever, no wonder he’s struggling in Liyue.
“I’m an Archon, too, you know. Aren’t you curious?” Venti lean in a bit too close to the traveler, although the Archon is just a little bit taller, he easily towers over the boy.
The bard in green carefully observes the panic Traveler, his confused and flustered expression, the color of his skin, the cute little pouts he makes, it makes the Archon want to force him into submission right here and right now.
“V-Venti, hey! That’s too clos-” Aether was cut short by lips against his own, the winds start howling around his eardrums as the Archon use his thumb to split his lips open, allowing him to thrust his tongue in to explore.
Wine aroma flooded the poor lightweight traveler’s senses, making his temples heat up to the sensation. Aether reaches his hands up in an attempt to push the greedy Archon away, but Venti was quicker in getting a firm hold of his wrist and put them over his shoulder, successfully push the traveler onto white silky sands beneath.
Venti kisses like how he fights, an endless vortex sucking out every last bit of air inside Aether’s lungs, renders him all powerless and weak, just like the way the Archon wanted, pious and obedient.
They parted away with a silver string of saliva, the bard’s put on a whole new facade as he gazes upon the breathless traveler still shivering under him after the heated session. Tears started forming at the corners of his golden eyes.
Aether couldn’t move a finger, like Venti has sucked the life out of him, he never thought the self-proclaimed ‘weak’ Archon would be this scary. Aether watches as the bard licks his lips clean, eyes locked onto his naked midsection like he was going to rip it open and devour him whole.
But…this new look of Venti, it’s hexing the traveler, makes him just want to forget everything and be an obedient dog for the Archon to use as he pleases. No, this couldn’t be good.
“Hmm? Are you wanting something, my dear?” Venti chuckles lightly at the traveler’s cute expression, only making it harder for him.
“I-I-I…” Words seem to have failed poor Aether, and Venti lowering himself to face him isn’t helping either.
“Shh…don’t worry.” The Archon gently smile, before laying a butterfly kiss on the traveler’s forehead, hand carefully caress his reddening face. “I won’t force you into anything unless you want to, and I don’t do this because I want to mess with you, I really like you…”
“Venti…” Aether cries out, all the stress accumulated in his head for the past few weeks pouring out with his tears. “M-more, please…”
The crying traveler reaches his hands out to the God (A willing prey tossing itself into the predator) , like a believer begging for salvation, as an Archon, Venti will happily accept.
The bard scoops the boy up in his arms in one swift motion, like his weight doesn’t matter at all. Aether automatically wraps his legs around the Archon, giving his arms easy access around his bare waist.
“Where are we going?” The blonde asks, clinging on to the green figure like his life depends on it.
“My place, of course.” The bard simply smiles “We’re not ‘animals’ after all.”
Then, wind coalesces around them, creating a bright green sphere, blinded the traveler’s vision and senses. Aether hid his face in the crook of Venti’s neck to avoid the extreme brightness.
Deep down, he knows it wasn’t true, as he tightens his grips onto the Archon.
…
“It’s okay, you can look now,” Venti said joyfully, truth to be told, he was taken aback by every small gesture of this traveler, the way he hangs on to him, the way he acts cutely as if he was so innocent. Venti isn’t stupid, he will never take Aether lightly, as they’re similar in many ways, and sometimes, it feels like this traveler was made just for him.
Aether opens his eyes, he gasps lightly as the change in scenery. He has spent months roaming Mondstadt, from the highest peak to the deepest cave, Aether was so so certain that there is no patch of dirt in this country that he hasn’t set foot on. But this…the traveler's words stuck inside his throat.
They’re in some sort of garden, filled with elegant looking plants and trees, their trunks were manually bent so that they look aesthetically pleasing, along with transparent leaves with just a pinch of green, almost skeleton-like. From the branches of those trees, outgrew big, blood-red apple-like fruit, tempting him to come and take a bite.
The air here smells really good, too good, the pure scent of grass mixed with the sweet aroma of ripe fruits running up the traveler’s nostrils like some kind of addictive incense, making his head all light and dizzy. But they seem to have no effect on the Archon whatsoever.
“Surprise?” Venti laughs out loud, still carrying the traveler with little to no effort.
“What is this place?” Aether hops down from Venti's body, looking around in full curiosity.
“You don’t know?” Venti asks, tilting his head in confusion. “I’m sure you’ve been in places like this before, what do they call it in Liyue, hmm…”
“You mean, an abode!? You have it too? Venti?” Aether said, still drowning in the breath-taking scenery.
“Well, you could call it that, but…this isn’t the time for questions, my dear.” Wasting no time, Venti immediately take a hold of Aether’s waist, pulling their bodies together “Remember why we are here.”
Then, the bard leans in, hungrily capture the traveler’s lips once again. This time, Aether responds just as passionate. He closes his eyes, throwing away everything at the back of his mind, throwing away the ability to think and to judge, he just wants to feel good right now.
Behind them, a white snake slithers down from the top branch of a tree, round eyes zero into the ripe red fruit hanging between crystal clear leaves. The moment its sharp fangs pierce through bloody skin and sunken into delicious flesh, it withers away, ugly and rotten, the once beautiful fruit fell down, broken into pieces.
As they broke apart, Aether feels his back landed on the soft mattress, looks like Venti has walked them to some kind of opencast rest house in the garden, everything was pure white, like they’re made of the finest type of quartz, and the mattress was so warm and soft…
Truly a place worthy of an Archon.
Clothes quickly scattered on the ground, in the middle of the garden Eden, two humanoid figures tangles together. Both of Aether’s hands were tied together above his head by some kind of Anemo magic, the traveler didn’t think someone like Venti could possibly pull something like this on him! Archon his ass, more like Incubus.
“A-ah! I-it hurts..!” A loud moan escapes Aether’s cute little mouth as the Anemo God bit deep into the flesh near his neck, so harsh that blood drips down to the white mattress, permanently stained it.
“You taste so good, so good for me…” Venti doesn’t even bother with the poor traveler pleases, he continues to put marks all over Aether’s sensitive body, while both his hands form an iron grasp on the boy’s ass, grinds their nether regions together.
“Mnhh! V-Venti! Don’t be s-so rough, ah!” The traveler shamelessly moans when the Archon bit another teeth mark around his right nipple, tears couldn’t stop falling from his soaked eyes because he was practically crying from pure pain. If only our clueless traveler had thought a little more clear, he wouldn’t be such a wasted mess he is right now.
“Hm? Rough? I thought we agree on this already.” Venti sits up, wipes red blood off his lips as he sneers down the pathetic traveler. “I don’t do a little or medium. You gotta be more pious to your God, pathetic slut. And call me Barbatos.”
“Ah…!?” Suddenly, Aether felt something ties around the base of his hardened cock, horror washed over his face. “V-ven--Ah!”
A harsh slap crosses the boy’s crying face, almost make him spit his teeth out. The Archon was definitely not his usual self at this point.
“Disobedient little whore.” The spell on his cock tightens, Aether arches his back painfully in response, his body shivers in fear. He’s starting to regret his decision by now.
“Bar-Barbatos…! Please-please--it hurts!” The crying traveler begs, only to be ignored by God.
Dark thoughts clouded the Archon now twisted mind, this boy seems to have snapped something inside of him. Dear Celestial, how much Barbatos want to be selfish right now, how much he wants to keep Aether here with him for an eternity, for only him to see, and for only him to use, to possess, to destroy…
He must have gone crazy, dreaming dreams that will never come true.
The Anemo God opens his palm, a small bottle appears inside it, he twists the cover and pours the sparkling liquid down onto their connection point, the cool sensation calms Aether down a little bit. But the thought of being at the Archon’s mercy, being subjected to whatever action of the person, no, the God above him, the traveler shut his eyes closed, it terrifies him.
Barbatos lifts the traveler’s slender legs up his shoulders, two fingers mercilessly thrust into the pink virgin hole in front of his large member.
“Aah!!” A yelp coming out of Aether's throat, his breathing hasten at the sudden intrusion, his whole body tenses up, muscles tightens around lube coated fingers.
This is no good, the God thought, the traveler is too tight, if he doesn’t loosen up, it would only mean pain for him. Looking up at his love’s face, eyes shut tight, all puffed up from the crying and the slap earlier. A bang of guilt hit the Archon in the gut, he leans in, face inches away from the crying Aether, still doesn’t want to open his eyes.
“Hey…don’t run away from me.” Venti softly caress the slap on the traveler’s face with his free hand, while the other busy stretching his inside. “My dear believer, don’t be scared, have faith.”
Venti‘s divine voice pours into his eardrums like hot sweet poison, the hurt traveler no doubt fall for it right away, golden tear-stained pupils locked with turquoises.
“B-Barbatos…Mhm…” Before he managed to say anything, the Archon gently silences him with a kiss. It was nothing like the other times, full of force and lust, just a swift butterfly kiss on the lips. Venti then kiss each of Aether’s puffy eyes, acting gently like he wasn’t the one who beat the boy badly a moment ago.
“What, my dear?” The Archon breaths into his ears, satisfied with the way the young-looking boy arches his back again when he presses his fingers against the boy’s prostate.
Waves of pleasure and flashes of pain from his tied cock shot up Aether’s spine, makes him moans out in agony. His hips bucked into the Anemo God’s, the poor traveler simply just can’t handle it.
“Please--Ahh!”
“Please what? Hm?” Venti bit another mark on the boy’s neck, an especially high spot, making sure that even his scarf wouldn’t be able to cover it up, fingers keep on abusing the traveler’s sweet spot.
“S-s-save me--” Aether tosses his pride right out the window, mindlessly grinds his hips against the Archon’s hardened dick “Please-please-please, it h-hurts so-so much!”
Venti smirks, ripped his fingers out of the pulsating hole which was ready to be taken. God lines himself up for the believer. He loves Aether, but he also loves seeing Aether all desperate and worked up because of him.
“Oh, our little sinner right here wants salvation, hm?” Venti lifts his face up, drinking the boy’s needy and wrecked expression all in.
”My-my-my God, p-please have mercy on me…! It-it hurts so much!" Begs the crying traveler.
“You disappoint me, my dear, maybe try to be a bit more genuine, or this.” The Anemo God teasingly place his finger over the tip of Aether’s swollen cock, the knot was so tight that it has turned purple. Even a light touch of a finger sends agony and discomfort all over his body. “…Is going to stay on for the next three days.”
“No--! Please--!” Tears flood out from his golden eyes again, his brain feels like it’s going to melt from the heat, he needs his God right now.”I-I’m your dirty little sinner! My-my God! I need you to fill me up and cleanse my sins! Please-please-please--AAAhh!!”
A raw scream echoes through the entire garden as his wish was granted by the merciful Lord Barbatos. Although Aether was well prepared, it was still a painful stretch for him. The Archon barely left him any room adjust, after having fully sheathed himself inside the boy’s tight virgin hole, he starts ramming in and out with an inhuman force.
The beautiful Garden of Eden shaken by their harmonic tremors of bliss and ecstasy. Aether’s eyes lolled up, completely unable to process anything other than the dick pounding deep and fast into him. The wind chimes around them, blissful rhythm stir up the snow-white snakes, as they swarm around the quartz gazebo. Together with the wind, they sing, creating a chaotic serenade of their sins.
Venti can’t tell if he’s in Heaven or Hell right now, the heat, the tightness around himself, and the snakes’ song remind him of his unforgiven sin. Barbatos, the divine God of Wind, engaging in such lewd animalistic activities with a mere believer in the holy Garden of Eden.
The thought pumps a strong gust of adrenaline up the Archon’s brain. His fingers dug harder into the boy’s thin waist, which will surely leave bruises. His hungry mouth searching to suck and mark every last patch of skin he could find, hips thrusting into the warm place like there’s no tomorrow. And for Aether, whose soul has been thrust up to cloud nine of ecstatic paradise, has utterly succumbed to this fatal illness of ultimate euphoria and pleasure.
“B-Barbatos…AAh! Mmh!! Please-please…!” Dry voice came out of the traveler’s painfully sore throat, finally eared by God.
“P-please what? Ngh…My dear Aether?” Venti is so close, he knows Aether is, too.
“Please, my God, I-I-I want to hold you,t-too…” The selfish prayer put a smile on the Archon’s bloodstained lips, with a snap of his finger, the boundaries on the traveler’s wrists vanished. Immediately, arms wrap around the Anemo God’s neck as his believer pulls him in for an aggressive kiss. The God happily responds, synchronizing their emotions and feelings, sinking deep down to the deepest depth of their wonderland as they embrace each other, tightly, and cruelly.
Reaching the end of Heaven (Hell), God shot down his lust, filling the believer to the brim with hot, burning white. Coming down from his high, Venti hasn’t felt this good in so long, he almost didn’t notice the poor boy still struggling in raw agony because of his restrained orgasm.
“You look pretty in this. I really think we should keep it on.” The ever so playful tone finally returns to Venti’s voice. “But if you beg nicely~”
“I beg you, please…” Aether cries, hands reach out to hold onto something for dear life, but God is too far away from him, so he never made it. “Please…it hurts, I’m in hell, please-please help me, my-my God…I--I don’t want to die-”
Pleased, God catches the poor believer’s hands, fingers intertwined together, granting him his final wish: salvation. Aether screams, strings of sin burst into the air, landed on their bodies and faces, it was all too much for the poor traveler, stripping him off his consciousness.
The snakes stopped singing. Venti jumps down from the dirty mattress, white snakes part ways for him as he goes. Venti raises them to guard the garden and to sustain his power without the Gnosis in case someday he might lose it, and he wasn’t wrong. The white snakes here are no normal reptile, they feed on desire and passion, but as an Archon, he could hardly subsidize those emotions, so he grew these plants.
Plucking down a ripe red fruit from the tree, Venti sighs, there’s no turning back now, only where ahead will they go from here…
Smiling, the Archon opens his mouth and takes a large bite of the otherworldly delicious fruit.
Anywhere the traveler may go, his wind will surely follow.
…
Aether woke up with only one feeling: Pain. Every muscle in his body tenses up in severe pain, those deep bites from that evil Incubus are starting to kick in as well, from inside to outside, the aftermath feels horrible. He knew he shouldn’t have agreed with that mean bard! The guy even hit him, cruel jerk!
“You’re awake?” An arm wraps around his naked waist. “…Ngh…sleep a bit more, my dear…”
“Venti…” A fist forms from his hand, if only he has his usual strength right now. “YOU BASTARD!!”
(A few moments later)
“I’m sorry! Super super sorry! Please! I-I can explain!!” The ‘innocent’ bard tries to sound as guilty and apologetic as possible, like that will work with Aether for the third time!
“...” Aether pulls the white blanket covering half his bruised body over his head, refuse to even look at him.
“I wasn’t myself at that moment! I-I promise it will never happen again!!” Venti was well aware that Aether is going to hate him in the end, but didn’t think it would be this hard to coax him back to normal again. After all his effort, and still no response from the other party.
“Please, Aether, I--” The bard crawls his way up and pull Aether’s blanket down a bit, only to be silenced by a crying traveler trying to hold back his weeping.
“...Y-you…Do you--h-have any idea…how p-painful it was…?” The traveler struggling to speak through the tears, his golden eyes were all puffy from all the crying, it hits Venti like an arrow to the gut.
“My dear…” The Archon reaches out his hand to wipe away the tears on his beloved’s face, only to be smack away.
“D-don’t you t-touch me!” Aether turns his head to face away from the bard above him, head still heavy from the madness he has been through just a few hours ago.
Silence washed over the atmosphere, the wind has stopped completely.
A second passed, two seconds have passed,…
A minute has passed by. Aether finally decided to glare at the seemingly petrified bard on top of him, instead, he felt droplets of water against the skin of his cheeks which wasn’t his.
Was Venti…crying?
“I-I’m sorry!!” The bard sits up, face looking down as he turns away, not wanting to let the traveler see such a sorry state of an Archon he is right now. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”
Guilt suddenly hit Aether, but-but he was the victim in all of this?? The traveler bit his lips, trying to recollect broken pieces of memories back into his painful mind.
Venti did hurt him, but in the end, it feels…oddly good, too. The Archon is now practically begging for his forgiveness, just what else could he possibly ask for?…. Ughh!! Fine!!
With all the might he has left in his body, Aether pushed himself up from the mattress and tossed his arms around the crying bard, embracing him from behind his back.
“Fine! Apology accepted! Just…stop crying already…”
“I-I can’t!” Venti coughed out, choking on his own tears “I-I-I like you, I like you--I like you--”
Aether sighs as he crawls to Venti’s front. Looking at him with his loving golden eyes, he could never bring himself to hate someone like this, after all, besides what happened a few hours ago, Venti has been nothing but good to him.
“Please-please don’t hate me…I--I--”
Before the bard could even finish his sentence, Aether has pressed his lips against those of him. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds, but it was just enough to calm the Archon down.
“...I just want you to realize your mistakes, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Venti…I just…I was selfish...” Although that slap still hurt like hell.
Venti takes a moment to wipe away his tears and calm himself down. Then, the God brought one of his hands up to cup the traveler’s face, his action was gentle, like an experienced merchant treasuring a fine piece of porcelain artifact.
“Aether, what I said to you earlier, I meant it. I-I don’t just go around and hook up with people, you know, I do this because I like you.”
“...” The traveler stays silent, he understands the feeling this God has for him, but couldn’t give back an immediate answer.
“It’s okay…I won’t force you into anything.” Venti pulls him in for a hug, pressing their naked bodies together, and falls back onto the warm mattress once more. “Stay with me, just for now, my dear...I will make it up for you tomorrow.”
…with my Eternity.