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By the time you and Lohen make it down to the water, you're back to bickering, and you've already cursed him out twice. The first time was for being snarky with the water, and the second time was when you'd stood up and realized just how soaked your clothes were. ("What? I keep up on my water intake." You'd almost strangled him.)
By now, it's an hour or two past noon and the sun warming you is becoming just a bit much, so you're quite excited at the prospect of washing off and cooling down. Looking around at the sandy shores around you at the bottom of the cliff, you call out to Lohen who's already started wading into the water, clothes and all. "You're sure no one is going to come this way?"
"Yes, chicken shit, I'm positive. This should be less embarrassing for you anyway. Would you rather a random knight see you bathing in the ocean, or covered in your superior's piss?"
You open your mouth to retort, but he has a point, so you close it and begin to wade into the water as well. Being seen by a random knight isn't your only issue, exactly. Despite the shameful predicaments he keeps putting you in (that you keep letting him put you in, rather), you... find yourself a bit shy at the idea of stripping down and bathing in front of him. ('Getting knocked on my ass and fingered and berated? Sure. Being fucked within an inch of my life after being hunted like an animal? Yeah, why not. Even getting pissed on? Sure! But undressing myself in front of him is the issue? Get a grip,' you mentally slap yourself.)
Before you can try to voice your inner debate, you make the mistake of looking back up at Lohen and nearly choke on your own spit. Standing in thigh-deep water, you glance at him just as he pulls the black training top over his head, revealing his back to you. You're staring before you can even begin to mentally chide yourself. Sure, you'd felt his body in hand to hand training (and when he'd pressed himself against you— fuck, focus—), but it was different than seeing it. You take in the sight of old scars streaking white across his back, of varying sizes and shapes. One particularly nasty looking one tears down his shoulder blade, about the width of your hand and nearly twice as long. Scars aside, you can see the lean muscle working under his skin, an intense strength compacted into his lithe form from his years and years of fighting. Even outside of the fact that yeah he's really fucking hot, you find yourself a bit flustered (and impressed) just at the visual reminder of how much experience he really has, at how much work he's put in.
He either feels your gaze on him or he hears you stop moving, because he looks over his shoulder curiously, meeting your eye. You blink quickly and turn away, fully expecting him to make fun of you, or make a flirty little quip. Instead, there's a moment of nothing but the sound of the water before he says, "There's a lot, I know."
A little surprised and a little confused, you meet his gaze again. "There's... huh?"
"The scars, there's a lot of them." He sounds... almost annoyed, but that's... not quite right. You can't see his face fully from this angle, but he looks a little... embarrassed? (No. No, definitely not. You immediately reject the possibility that Lohen is getting shy or embarrassed while undressing, because you do not want to inspect the way the idea squeezes your heart painfully.)
"I wasn't... looking at them like it's something bad," you say, surprising yourself. You can feel the heat rising on your cheeks, but there's no pit of dread in your stomach, no predatory stare locked in on you.
Just Lohen, moving a bit closer to shore and huffing a bit before saying "well, there's more where that came from," breaking eye contact as he carefully slides down his (now very soaked) pants. His boxers go with it, and instead of feeling flustered and combative, there's a little swell of something nervous and warm in your chest. He wasn't lying; more scars litter his legs underneath the muted blue hair dusting them. One leaves a thin line on his bared hip. Another nasty looking one streaks across his thigh. Luckily, despite the sheer volume of scars adorning his body, they all seem to be years old by now, red and pink flesh faded to white.
As your gaze trails over his past triumphs curiously, he scrunches his nose in displeasure. "Unless you really do want to walk around in that, you better wash up, before I take it off for you."
The heat spreads across your whole face now, and you quickly turn your head. "Right. Right." Before you can chicken out, you grab your shirt at the bottom, pulling it off. You don't give yourself time to psyche yourself out, pulling down your sweats and panties in turn, and making your way a bit further into the water to wash up. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't dare look until you're positive you've well and truly washed away the lingering filth.
Sure enough, when you do let yourself look, his gaze is locked onto you as he finished up cleaning himself. He hums a bit, seeming more at ease, and you hope he doesn't notice as your breath catches at seeing him bare from the front. The soft trail of that same muted blue hair leading down the center of his stomach is enough to make your thoughts melt a bit, and he huffs out a laugh through his nose as he notices your staring.
You both settle into a comfortable quiet as you finish up, and prepare to continue travelling north along the shoreline.
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It's just after sunset when Lohen motions you to get close, eyes locked on something across the water. Obeying, you're quickly at his heel, matching his pace closely. "Look," he says, voice low. "Our targets."
Sure enough, if you squint, you can make out the unsettling shapes of 8 or 9 rifthounds on higher land. "We're already here?" you whisper.
"Exactly why I wanted you with me," he murmurs, glancing at you. "C'mon, let's make camp for the night." You ignore the flutter in your heart and follow him further inland, and he makes short work of the handful of anemo slimes nearby before you both get to work setting up camp.
---
Sleep had come quickly for you both, bodies worn out from the travel and the heat of the sun. When you wake to birdsong in the morning, you notice that Lohen had awoke before you. Though seemingly not for long; his hair is still mussed, eyes still half lidded from slumber. You drag yourself up halfway, blinking blearily, and see that he's heating up a couple of moon pies.
"Stealing my fuckin' rations?" you mumble out, ghost of a smile on your lips.
"You got me," he chuckles, low sleepy rasp still coloring his voice as he hands over the food he'd heated up for you. "Hurry and eat, I wanna get at those fuckers before noon."
"Yes sir," you reply, without any of the professionalism.
"You're less of a brat when you're sleepy," he grins.
"I can punch you in the face, if you want."
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True to his word, Lohen's up and prepping for the hunt within half an hour, supplies and sleeping mats all packed away neatly. While scouring to make sure you packed everything, you do a double take as he starts pulling off his clean training shirt, and then spot his uniform set out behind him.
"We're wearing uniforms??"
He pops his head out of the bottom of the shirt, looking at you curiously with his messy hair again. "You didn't bring yours?"
"No, I did, I brought it just in case-"
"See? So diligent!" he praises, a sprinkle of condescension within it.
Your uniform is easy enough to get on, and you're less psyched out changing in front of him while he's busy with his own. By the time you're fully dressed and ready, he's got everything on except for his boots, and... watching as he pulls them on, fastening metal bits and tightening straps, something clicks in your brain. 'No, please, Barbatos, I have enough going on without a weird thing for his fucking boots,' you pray.
Barbatos is clearly on his lunch hour. Lohen glances up at you for a moment, takes in the look on your face and the guilty expression that immediately takes it over, and a sly grin starts to creep across his mouth. (Fuck. You hadn't seen that since yesterday afternoon. You'd almost forgotten the fear this fucker could strike in your heart.) "Whatcha looking at, sweet knight?"
"Nothing! Just. Waiting on you to... to hurry up."
He hums thoughtfully, wrapping the final strap around his thigh and tightening it as he looks you in the eye knowingly. "Right. I believe you."
---
You were initially a bit worried about the amount of rifthounds, but as usual, Lohen's expertise and thirst for blood made it feel like child's play.
You only got the chance to finish three of them off, and that was only after Lohen had torn through them on contact. You don't have time to feel useless, though; you'd feel a bit bad taking his enrichment from him. He's clearly been having the time of his life, swinging his polearm viciously, sinking poisoned daggers into the abyssal creatures' hides. One of the bigger hounds swung a tail into his stomach, knocking the wind from him, and all he'd done was laugh, high and breathless and excited. (It was a good thing the battle was nearly over by that point, because you'd had to take a second to compose yourself.)
It's a little cooler out today. Cloudy, and still just as pleasantly windy, but you don't find yourself miserably hot as the final hound warps into abyssal nothingness.
You're a bit out of breath yourself, but you look up to see Lohen a few yards away, panting, and your mind goes blank at the sight. His head is thrown back as his chest heaves with every pant, and you can see he's sweaty from the workout of it, glistening on his neck. His polearm is stabbed into the ground, and he's gripping it firmly, keeping him upright as he catches his breath. You can see the blood spilled from the hounds splattered on his uniform, on his hands, on his face, on his boots...
When he looks over at you from the corner of his eye and sees you staring, looking awestruck, he laughs loudly, breathlessly. And then he makes his way over to you, pushing himself off with his polearm. You feel a nervous flip in your stomach as you see the look in his eye.
Still frenzied from the battle.
Still hungry.
You realize the implications just a moment too late, your breath hitching as he gets in close, dismissing his weapon in a sparkle of cryo. You really don't know how you aren't expecting the leg sweep, but it pulls a yelp from you as your knees hit the ground. You look up at him, ready to protest, but a gloved hand is grabbing you by the jaw before you can even begin.
Lohen tilts your face to look at you properly, sneering down at you with a hint of fondness.
You stumble over your words. "What— what are you-"
"We finished the bounty," he interrupts you, "and now I have you until we get back to the port. You remember what I said, don't you?" he coos.
In your mind you hear the same thing that's been haunting you over and over since yesterday. 'You didn't really think I wasn't planning to fuck you?' Your face goes redder than it was, and you try to stammer out a stubborn response, but he's moving his hand to grab you by the hair instead.
...And using his grip to press your face right against his clothed cock. Your hands come up to find purchase on his thighs, resting on the tops of his boots. (A fresh pang of arousal hits because did you really need the reminder of the boots thing?? Did you really??) Lohen giggles softly as he looks down at you, and your glare is significantly less effective while he's essentially grinding on your face. It's painfully embarrassing, being in this position, and unfortunately it's also painfully hot.
Just as you start to break and lean into it, you feel his leg shift. And then you feel something press at your cunt through layers of clothing, and the whimper you let out when you realize it's the steel toe of his fucking boot is nothing short of pitiful.
"That's not fair," you whine quietly, as he moves it back and forth, just a bit, just enough to start making you insane.
"'That's not fair,'" Lohen mocks you, mimicking the desperate shake in your voice before laughing down at you. "I saw your face earlier. What is it, you want to grind your pretty little cunt on my boot til you cum? You want me to step on you? Hm?" He cocks his head a bit as you try (again) to glare up at him, the hard press of his bulge still firmly against your cheek. "Grind on it, then."
Your face ablaze, you want to argue, or protest, or do literally anything aside from listen to him, but if you don't find some relief you truly think you might die. So, whining high in your throat, you obey. Lohen's breath catches and his eyes widen excitedly as you start to grind your cunt down against his boot, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment so you don't have to look at him. (It doesn't matter; you can feel his cock fucking twitch under the fabric at you humiliating yourself so willingly for him.) The layers of clothing you wear barely dull your pleasure, though you're quite positive you're seeping through some fabric by now. It feels good. Far better than it has any right to. You're holding onto one of his thighs now for purchase, fingers digging in hard enough you think it might bruise him. ('Right, like he wouldn't be into that,' you think.)
Lohen lets you keep going like this for a minute or two, taking in the desperate fuck of your hips, the way you willingly debase yourself for him, the way you listen. He makes an amused little noise, and it's all the warning you get before he's pulling away; you don't even get the chance to whine at his absence before he's got his boot on your fucking chest, shoving you to the ground.
The sight of Lohen looming over you, staring down at you with as much gleeful sadism as you see in battle, his boot keeping you pressed to the earth... all of it combined has you aching with want. You let out a quiet whimper and try to press your thighs together... and he moves his foot, kicking your legs apart and pressing the patterned bottom of his boot firmly against your poor dripping cunt.
"This what you wanted?" he asks, faux-disgust coloring his tone and sending an almost painful throb of arousal through you. (The light flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are locked onto you, the feral curl of his grin... it gives him away.) "Fuck, it really never fails to impress me just how pathetic you are. I bet I could make you cum like this." 'I bet you'd let me' hangs unspoken in the air like a collar around your throat.
"N- no, please," you whimper out quietly.
"No?" Lohen tilts his head, eyeing you curiously.
You figure you've already hit rock bottom; what's a little more humiliation on top of everything you've already let him do? "...It... felt better when you were... inside of me."
The way his eyes light up and a mean sneer curls his lips sends arousal pooling in your lower tummy, and nearly has tears welling in your eyes. "No fucking way, I really did train you like a pet." At your spluttering and trying to squirm away, he removes his boot, walking a circle around you like a predator honing in, and then gets close to you again, lightly pressing the steel toe into your cheek. He gently nudges your face to the side, though you're still looking up at him, your brows furrowed and eyes wide and teary. "Lucky I don't make you lick it," he murmurs to himself, a hint of a lovesick smile on his face as he removes his boot again.
Lohen walks back around and settles heavily on his knees before his hands slide up your thighs, fingers deftly unfastening your uniform pants before tugging them down harshly, just to your knees. At the sight of your soaked panties, he huffs out a laugh, and moves his hand to rub tight circles into your clit with his thumb. "This wet from being stepped on, huh?"
You try to lunge up at him, but you're shoved back to the ground harshly with a cold gloved hand on your throat. You still glare weakly at him. "Shut up. Are you gonna do something about it, or are..."
You trail off as he removes his hands, unfastening the front of his pants and tilting his head with an expression that screams "you poor thing". You realize you haven't actually seen his cock, and you feel a little surge of shyness as he slowly pulls it out. It's pretty. 5 or 6 inches, flushed a pretty red at the tip, a thick vein running underneath that makes you salivate. You don't even realize you're staring at first. He hums, amused, and gives it a few slow strokes, running his thumb over the tip and watching your eyes follow.
"You really do have it bad, huh?" Lohen murmurs, and your gaze flits back up to his face. You're thoroughly surprised to see a... little bit of a blush, contrasting with the harsh treatment he's been giving you. ('Is he... a little bit flustered by your staring? No. No, absolutely not. Moving on.') He folds you in half, knees to your chest, as he looms over you so closely you can feel his breath on your lips. You look into his eyes, and feel a tug at your heart at the intimacy of it. You realize, a bit startled, that you're about to fuck face to face in the warm sunlight, no cover of darkness to hide under. Neither of you say anything for quite a few moments; neither of you move. You... think you can see Lohen having a similar internal struggle, eyes flitting over your face nervously, looking wild in an unfamiliar way. (You hope he doesn't run. You hope you never have to admit that.)
He swallows, closes his eyes and sighing shakily, and presses his forehead to yours for a moment. Then, you feel him shift, and feel the thick head of his cock pressing gently against your entrance, and he pulls back just enough to look at you again. "Ask me nicely."
You blink a couple times, looking betrayed as your cheeks start to burn again. You try to look away, but a hand comes up to hold you firmly by your face, forcing you to keep your eyes locked with his. "Th... that's not fair, you said—"
You gasp as the bastard starts to slip in, head popping in shamefully easily with how wet you are, before pulling right back out. "Yeah? What'd I say?"
You try shooting him a mean look, but you feel quite positive you couldn't be intimidating no matter what in your current position. "You said you'd. You'd fuck me."
The head of his cock slips in, and out, again. You squeeze around it without meaning too, and a lazy grin spreads across his face. "Did I? I don't seem to recall." There's an amused lilt in his voice that makes you want to punch him. Or fuck him. The two really do seem to blur together these days.
At the possibility of him not following through on his promise, you swallow a bit of your pride. "P... Please."
"Please?" In, and out.
You inhale shakily. "Please fuck me?"
His wicked grin doesn't waver, but you catch it for sure this time, the nervous way his gaze dances over your face before he speaks. "Please who?" In, and out.
Your eyes threaten to roll back at the feeling, face properly hot now. "Please, vice cap-"
"Lohen." In—
"Please fuck me, Lohen."
His cock slides home in one deep thrust, filling you snugly as he watches you throw your head back in pleasure. The shaky gasp you let out has his cock twitching, deep inside of you, and it's impossible to keep yourself from squeezing around him at the feeling.
Lohen's voice wavers as he speaks, overwhelmed with the feeling himself. "See? Trained like a good pet." Just as you open your mouth to retort, he starts to fuck into you, increasing to an even pace. He laughs, breath mingling with yours as you moan, eyes fluttering and struggling to hold eye contact. He slaps your cheek a couple times, gently. "Ah, ah. Eyes on me. Unless you don't wanna cum?"
Your eyes flutter open again in a slight panic as he fucks you, whining out, "No, I do, please, I do!"
Another breathless laugh against your lips, and then he's rubbing a thumb messily over your lips, eyes alight with an idea. "Yeah? What else do you want? You want me to make you cum on my boot sometime? Wanna— ah, fuck— wanna spar me and get beat into the ground again before I fuck you? Want me to call you pathetic??"
You moan high in your throat, cunt squeezing around him like a vice, and you nod desperately.
His eyes narrow and his grin gets nasty; you can feel yourself dripping because of it and your heart drops. "Tell me, then." You whimper and weakly try to squirm out of his grasp. "Struggle all you want, you're not getting out of this. Tell me all the gross shit you want me to do to you."
"But it's... it's embarrassing," you sniffle.
"Aw..." he coos. "That's the fucking point." The sudden mockery in his tone does you no favors in pleading your case. His hips slow down. "Do it or you're not cumming."
"No no no, fuck, please! More, I-"
"Last chance."
"Please, I want it, I want you to p... put me in my place, I want to fight you and lose, I want you to make me cum on your boot and fuck my throat while I do...!" As you speak, his pace starts picking back up, faster, harder than before, and he curses under his breath. "Want you to chase me down again and scare me, want your knife at my- at my throat again, want your hands in my hair, want you to be mean, want to kiss you, please, Lohen, fuck-"
You hear him laugh, panting and ecstatic, as he quickly snakes his hand into your hair, gripping tightly as he pulls you in for a vicious, deep kiss. Your walls flutter around him as your climax quickly approaches, and your hands reach up to grab his hair in turn, tugging harshly on the soft blue locks. The desperate, high, filthy noise he makes into the kiss is what sends you straight over the edge. As searing pleasure tears through your body, dragging choked noises from you into the kiss, you register Lohen's hips going still, and the warmth as he pumps his entire load as deep into you as he can.
As your climaxes wear off, Lohen pulls away from the kiss, burying his face in your neck with a very out of breath noise. You're no better, panting and trying to catch your breath. (Easier said than done with the full weight of the vice captain currently bearing down on you.)
After staying like that for a few minutes, he starts to move to get up, stopping with his face in front of yours again. 'There's that nervous look again,' you note with a tired smile. He furrows his brows at your smile, slides his hand to your face again, and squeezes your cheeks as he kisses you again, lighter this time.
Lohen pulls out, and as you feel the absolute mess he left behind, your face goes red all over again. "Oh my god, my uniform."
He glances down at his own, seeing where cum and slick are already drying at the front of his pants. "Oops," he says, cheerily. "If only we knew a place to wash up."
You shoot him a proper glare (finally). "That's like a half hour of walking away!"
Lohen realizes fully your situation, and grins. "Holy shit, you're gonna have to go that whole way with my cum inside you."
You swat at his arm, which he doesn't even bother to block as he cackles and fastens his pants. "You suck so fucking bad," you hiss, face burning as you pull your panties and uniform pants back on, feeling your own slick and his cum ('There's so much. Why is there so much? I can't be horny again holy fuck move on.') pressed against your poor abused cunt. "Lohen—"
"Vice captain Lohen."
"Go fuck yourself. Lohen, you're carrying our bags just for that."
He laughs loudly, slinging both of your packs over his shoulders, and offering you a hand to pull you up.