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"I don't see why I had to come with you," Wanderer says with no small amount of annoyance. "There's no point. Besides, I've got an essay due... apparently. Buer just really likes assigning work to me for some reason."
"She's probably trying to keep you out of trouble," Aether replies, eyes scanning the area for his objective.
"She's failing," Wanderer says with a scornful laugh. "Considering I'm here helping you after getting in a fight with Cyno. He'd fight his own shadow if he could, you know."
"I'm aware," Aether says drily. Then he perks up, having spotted what he is looking for. A specific type of flower — Tighnari commissioned Aether himself for this. Aether compares the photo he was given to the blossom before him, and sure enough, it's exactly what he was commissioned to find. "There it is!"
"Took you long enough," Wanderer sighs. Aether cannot see him, but he is sure that the puppet-turned-god-turned-college student is rolling his eyes. He ignores the obvious attempt to provoke him and reaches down to pull the flower out of the ground.
Luck is apparently not on his side today, however, since Aether ends up pulling out a Whopperflower instead.
"Shit!" Wanderer shouts, immediately shooting a blade of Anemo at it. But the damn thing has already sprayed some manner of pollen into Aether's face, and the traveler has inhaled an unfortunate amount of it. Aether collapses, and Wanderer takes it upon himself to finish the Whopperflower off.
Once it is dead, he looks between Aether and the remaining flowers, trying to figure out which one is the priority. Eventually, he figures that Aether's health is more important than any sum of Mora and drags the unconscious outlander off.
However, they run into another problem — the sun is going down. Wanderer curses again as he realizes that he is going to have to set up camp and stay put for the night. Luckily, Aether brings the relevant equipment with him, so it is only a matter of setting up the tent and a few pots of incense to keep the bugs away.
When Wanderer moves to grab Aether from where he put him sitting up against a tree, he realizes that Aether is burning up. He freezes, trying to wrack his brains for the reason, when he remembers the pollen.
That was a Pyro Whopperflower, Wanderer thinks. What does that pollen do again? Other than the fever, I guess... He cannot quite remember. He supposes that he will find out eventually. But for now, he should probably move Aether to shelter. He prepares himself for a long night of watching for danger. Nothing new to him — well, nothing new to Scaramouche. It is new to Wanderer. Either way, he is used to it.
As Wanderer lays Aether down on a blanket, he wonders whether he should take Aether's clothes off to help him stay cool. He deliberates on it before reckoning that it would be better to keep Aether alive and (relatively) healthy. Half of Teyvat would have his head if he let their almighty hero die.
Wanderer cannot help but laugh at that thought as he works off Aether's clothes. Who knew that all it took to take out the renowned Traveler was a bit of pollen? All amusement fades, however, when he gets Aether's shirt off and sees two scars that do not fit in with the others (gods, Aether is covered in scars).
"Top surgery scars," Wanderer murmurs to himself. He pauses. "I shouldn't be doing this." But it is either that or Aether stands a chance of getting even worse. He is caught between a rock and a hard place. Eventually, he decides to keep going.
Everything but the undershorts, Wanderer tells himself. Everything but those. And he holds true to his word. As he finishes, folds Aether's clothes, and starts to back away, however, Aether wakes up.
Wanderer immediately knows that something is wrong. Aether's eyes are hazy, his face is flushed with more than just fever, and he is beginning to stir in an almost agitated fashion as if he is—
Aroused.
That is what Wanderer had forgotten. Pyro Whopperflower pollen serves as an aphrodisiac — a potent one, nonetheless...! This is not good — he should leave immediately—
Aether sees him. He sits up, blinking repeatedly. Then he reaches out with a hand, moving as if to grab Wanderer.
Wanderer flinches back, beginning to back out of the tent. "I shouldn't be here," he says. "Focus on getting better. Get some sleep. Do something that can help yourself—"
Aether lunges and latches onto him. He is feverish and very obviously not in his right mind. "Wait," he breathes. "Stay... stay with me." His words are slurred. Wanderer knows he should get away, and he does begin to do so, but then Aether continues talking.
"Wanderer, please," Aether whines. "Stay."
Wanderer is weak. He is weak, and he has been waiting for a chance to humiliate this outlander for over a year now. He roughly shoves Aether back into the tent and on his back, parting his legs with no effort. He yanks off Aether's undershorts, exposing a pussy already glistening with arousal. If Wanderer produced saliva, he is sure he would be drooling.
"You can't blame me for what I'm about to do next," he tells Aether, who only spreads his legs further. Wanderer takes the obvious invitation for what it is and works off his own shorts and undershorts, positioning his cock at Aether's entrance and pushing in with little fanfare. Aether keens, throwing his head back and clenching around Wanderer, who hisses at the sensation.
"Fuck, you're so much better when you're not all righteous," he sighs. "Why can't you be like this all the time?" He does not expect Aether to answer him, but apparently he is full of surprises.
"Sorry," Aether gasps, his hips beginning to move with Wanderer's own. "I — I'll be good, promise—"
"Of course you will," Wanderer laughs. "You're always being good for other people. Why not me for once? Can you do that?" Gods, Aether feels divine around him.
"Uh-huh," Aether moans, his back arching off of the blanket as he comes. Wanderer's cock was already slick with Aether's arousal, but now the slide has gone from easy to mere child's play. "I c-can be good for you...!"
Wanderer pulls out, much to Aether's dismay. Ignoring the outlander's needy whines, he taps a finger on Aether's hip. "Then go on. Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you properly."
"But I wanna see you," Aether whimpers. "Please, I wanna see your face — it's so pretty! Please?"
"Fine," Wanderer sighs. He adjusts his position and pats his thigh. "Then come here. You'll be doing the work, though."
"Mhm," Aether emphatically agrees. His eyes are still hazy. He is not all there. But Wanderer cannot find it in himself to give a single flying fuck about it, especially as Aether crawls over, straddles him, and easily takes his cock in one go.
Aether does not move at first, but the way he is squirming and moaning and giving these cute little gasps makes it evident that he is fighting to be good. Wanderer cannot help but seal his lips over Aether's in that moment, eager to swallow up any sounds of pleasure. All of this is for him and him alone — he will devour Aether until there is nothing left save for the needy little slut right on top of him.
Aether is moaning against his lips now, and Wanderer feels his hips lift up before coming back down. Aether does this once, twice, three times before finding a steady rhythm, unable to contain his pollen-induced lust. Wanderer pulls away from the kiss to let Aether breathe, gripping the outlander's hips hard enough to bruise. Aether only squeals in delight.
"Oh?" Wanderer smiles. "Do I have myself a little masochist, here?" He slams Aether's hips down against his own, delighting in how Aether throws his head back and moans unabashedly.
"Because if that's the case..." Wanderer continues. "Then I might just have to hurt you a little."
"Please," Aether gasps. "I want — I want you to..." his words trail off into another moan as he grinds down against Wanderer. "...to — I want it to hurt, please — I feel so... so good...!" He stumbles over each word like any could be his last. It is downright sinful how needy he is. Wanderer feels inclined to indulge.
Wanderer sinks his teeth into the space between Aether's neck and shoulder, and Aether climaxes on the spot. Wanderer immediately pulls away to laugh uncontrollably.
"Really? You came from that?!" he cackles. "If I had known you were this easy, I would've picked you up and fucked you right there in the Shouki no Kami."
Aether hums at the idea, and a loopy grin begins to form on his face. Suddenly, he slumps forward, apparently having passed out. But Wanderer is nowhere near done.
He ends up getting so lost in Aether's body that he barely even notices when the sun comes up. The only thing that stops him is when Aether begins to stir.
"Huh? What...?" Aether mumbles as he comes to. Then he stiffens, unintentionally clenching around Wanderer. He tries to get away, but Wanderer has not let go of Aether's hips this entire time and keeps him seated on his cock.
"What the hell happened out there?" Aether struggles, but his efforts are in vain. "What did you do to me?!"
"It wasn't me," Wanderer replies, wondering how he should pacify Aether. He is having fun, after all, and he does not feel very inclined to let Aether go. "You got blasted with pollen from a Pyro Whopperflower. Besides, you asked for this — repeatedly, might I add."
"I was obviously not in my right mind!" Aether protests. "Let go of me — haah, what're you doing...!"
With a hand on Aether's clit, Wanderer bucks his hips up into his cunt, recalling past angles that worked. It does not take very long for Aether, who is exhausted, to fall back in line.
"What was that you were saying?" Wanderer murmurs.
"'S nothing," Aether mumbles. "Sorry... feels good."
"There we go." Wanderer does not plan on letting this end anytime soon. It is better for Aether, he thinks, to have no control — besides, he takes cock so well. It is obvious now that Aether is built for this, and that he should not be allowed to think or say otherwise. But that sort of training can come later. For now, Wanderer is content to have Aether ride him, teasing his clit and watching the famed hero of Teyvat fall apart once more.