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For once, Lohen had expected a normal date with his birdie.
It was Illuga’s first full day in Mondstadt, so Lohen had begrudgingly arranged for an easy, relaxing day, shirking— ahem, passing off all his duties to his subordinates, so he could take Illuga on a stroll around Dornman Port. It did come with a tradeoff— Illuga would have to patrol Windrest Peak with him tomorrow— but for now, Lohen was happy with what he got. Content.
The day had started slow. Lohen had offered Illuga his couch— maybe he would share his bed if Illuga behaved— and helped him unpack his things.
Illuga tended to pack light. He brought his polearm, which he insisted on leaving right next to his sleeping spot, like a weirdo. He brought a change of clothes that looked literally the exact same as what he was already wearing. Then, there was some other miscellany: his lamp, a few vials of fresh blood, a pocket of unlabelled letters… then they were off.
The day was new, so Lohen brought Illuga to the restaurant overlooking the docks, with that one chef who immigrated from Nod-Krai. Maybe familiar dishes would help him settle in on his first day. That was the thought process, anyways. Except—
“Lohen, what do you recommend?”
Lohen snapped out of his thoughts at Illuga’s voice. Illuga was staring intently at the menu on the table, foot tapping against Lohen’s. He was biting his lip hard as his eyes raced up and down the pages, as if something new would magically pop out.
“What do I recommend?” Lohen echoed. The way Illuga bit his lip was not lost on him; he quietly filed it away, without pointing it out. If he pointed it out now, there would be time to run back and get a vial of blood from Lohen’s place, which was exactly what he didn’t want. These thoughts passed through his mind without showing on his face. “Illuga, you’re the one from Nod-Krai. Surely you already know what’s good and what isn’t?”
“Well, no,” Illuga said plainly, eyes locking with Lohen’s over the table. If Lohen looked hard enough, he could tell that Illuga’s pupils were ever-so-slightly larger than usual. “I don’t eat a lot of fancy dishes, you know…? Anything that’s warm and hearty is good enough for me…”
“Mm. Well, that much is obvious,” Lohen points to a spot on Illuga’s menu. “If you want a personal recommendation, I always fiend for the Lohikeitto from this place. It was really good one time, and a regular amount of good every other time. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky?”
“…Okay,” Illuga murmurs. He bites his lip harder, but Lohen can tell by the rest of his body language that he doesn’t know he’s doing it.
“Alright! Good birdie,” Lohen chuckles and stands, pushing his chair back. “I’ll let Frith know. Wait here.”
Is what he said, before stalling.
He wasn’t stupid. He saw the way Illuga’s foot thumped under the table, the way he was biting his lip, the way his pupils were slowly dilating, the way— Lohen just noticed this one, actually— he was trying to stop himself from drooling all over the table.
His poor birdie was fiending for blood again…!
So, he stalls. He approaches Frith slowly, very slowly, pretends to internally debate what he wants, pretends to fumble for his Mora purse after he’s done ordering. The look of fond exasperation on Frith’s face doesn’t deter him, when everyone was exasperated with him all of the time, anyways.
Finally, he returns to the table, sitting back down across from Illuga. He absentmindedly rocks his chair back and forth, hoping his excitement isn’t too obvious.
“Someone really wants his Lohikeitto?” says a fondly smiling, large-pupiled Illuga.
“Someone really wants—“ Lohen pauses as he locks eyes with Illuga. Something warm pools in his stomach. “his Lohikeitto. Yes. Correct!”
“That’s good,” Illuga murmurs, but he doesn’t seem to be all there, licking his lips as if by second nature. “Lohen, I…”
“I know,” Lohen cuts him off. “You just cannot wait for your Lohikeitto. I get it. It’s good.”
“Lohen, it’s not that. Listen to me.”
Lohen sighs. He thinks he’s stalled long enough. “What, birdie?”
“I need to feed soon.”
“Soon?” Lohen echoes. He knew this already, and has to fight to keep the smile off his face. “How soon? Like, today? This week?”
“Preferably right now.”
Lohen whistles, casually leaning back. “Well, damn,” he murmurs. “The wild is too far if you need to feed now.”
“Lohen, I see a field over that way—“
“Aht,” Lohen cuts him off, covering his eyes. “That’s Millhaven, silly! People live there! You’d get a buttload of fines if people caught you terrorizing the local animal population!”
“Fine—!” Illuga grimaces and bites his lip so hard that it bleeds, before instinctively licking at it. “Can we run back to your place? I brought some extra blood, it’s stale, but it should—“
“Too far,” Lohen insists immediately, even though it was not, in fact, too far. “You might just kill someone on the way there. But stop fretting, would you? I know a place.”
“You do?” Illuga perks up immediately, and he’s already starting to stand up. Poor, poor birdie. “Please show me! I don’t know how much longer I can hold this—“
“Calm, birdie,” Lohen stands as well, firmly grasping Illuga’s hand as he vacates the table. “Sorry, Frith!” he calls to the kitchen. “Little emergency here! Keep the Lohikeitto for yourself!” he doesn’t wait for a reply before he dashes off, a flustered and shaking Illuga in tow.
His perfect spot is far closer than his home is. To be more specific, it was at the bottom of Dornman Port’s lighthouse. The ruins beneath Dornman Port are practically abandoned; somebody spread a rumour that ghosts were lurking inside, and so nobody dared venture down there. Oh, well, that made it perfect for Lohen’s purposes.
Illuga follows him the whole way down, nose frantically twitching, as if he was trying to pinpoint an animal to catch and sink his teeth into. Lohen hopes there aren’t any; that would ruin his whole plan, after all!
As he suspects, the ruins are deserted.
“Oh, noooo, birdie,” Lohen moans as he sees the place. “I was wrong! There’s no animals here! It seems like you just haaaave to feed on—“
“I see a squirrel!” Illuga whirls, trying to make a break for it.
“What?! No, you don’t!” Lohen grabs onto Illuga’s bicep and yanks him back, before whipping out the dagger on his belt and throwing it at the aforementioned squirrel. He misses— as intended— and the squirrel bolts away. “See? What squirrel? There’s no animals to be found here! Now you just haaaave to feed on little old me…”
Illuga’s face turns a bright shade of red. “On you?! No way! I don’t feed on people, that’s horrible!”
“I knooooow,” Lohen lifts his shoulders in a weak shrug. “Terrible, isn’t it? A terrible, terrible crime of circumstance…”
“Why are you—“ Illuga freezes. His face goes from bright red to stark white in an instant. “You wanted this.”
“Hm? What makes you think—“
“YOU WANTED THIS!” Illuga shouts at him, whirling around and slapping him in the face.
Lohen gasps, his neck snapping to one side. red-hot pain wells up on his cheek where Illuga hit him, and a whimper bubbles in his throat. Harder, his conscious mind insists. Hit me again. Hit me harder.
“You want to see me suffer. You want me to bite you,” Illuga cries out. He’s much closer than Lohen remembers him being, crowding up against him, pushing him back towards the cave walls. Illuga’s chest is heaving and— like Lohen was hoping— he’s started to drool. “What’s wrong with you?!”
“A lot of things,” Lohen rumbles. His cock makes a feeble twitch in his pants as Illuga reprimands him, but he’s hardly focused on what Illuga is saying. All he can think about is how large Illuga’s pupils are, how prominent his fangs are, the way he’s started to eye Lohen’s neck like it was nothing but a delicious slab of meat. “So, what’s the matter? What are you waiting for? There’s nothing else around. Feed on me.”
“I can’t— I don’t want—“
Lohen reaches up and pulls down his collar, exposing his bare neck. Illuga whimpers loudly and starts to slaver. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—“
“Shut up, birdie—“
“I’m so, so sorry!”
Illuga lunges. Before Lohen can think to fight him off, pain explodes across his neck and shoulders as Illuga finally, finally sinks his fangs in. A moan rips free of Lohen’s punctured throat before he can stop it, which just makes Illuga sink deeper.
“Oh, birdie— oh, fuck, birdie—!” Lohen can feel Illuga’s fangs as they move in and out, drawing as much of Lohen’s sweet, delectable fluids as they can. Something warm and wet splatters on Lohen’s neck, which he thinks is just Illuga drooling all over him, but…
Illuga is crying. Drawing blood from him, lapping it up with his tongue, and crying.
As soon as he sees the red rim around Illuga’s eyes, Lohen starts to throb, noticeably and painfully. He stumbles back against the cave wall, holding Illuga to him, pained, ecstatic, elated whimpers escaping him all at once.
“Deeper,” he moans. He fists his hand into Illuga’s hair, pressing Illuga’s entire face against his neck, gasping and throbbing as his skin rips under Illuga’s fangs. “I said deeper, damn it! Suck me dry!”
Illuga blubbers pitifully and pulls back, but can’t even get a word in before his eyes roll back and he dives back in, entirely of his own accord, while still crying. He’s gasping and moaning, his hips grinding Lohen into the wall and— oh, Barbatos, he’s hard, too.
Lohen’s sure he isn’t making it up. Suddenly, everything makes sense; Illuga’s tears aren’t the tears of a man ridden with guilt for feeding, they’re the tears of a man ridden with guilt for liking it.
“It’s… okay,” Lohen moans through clenched teeth as the pain makes its reappearance. “Fuck, you’re so… hot, damn it…” he isn’t even sure what he’s asking Illuga to do. He just wants this to keep going, for Illuga to keep feeding, for this pathetic blubbering and crying to never stop.
“I can’t… I want…” Illuga whimpers back, pulling away from Lohen’s neck. His mouth is absolutely covered in Lohen’s blood and gore, his eyes widened beyond belief. The sight would’ve been harrowing if Lohen wasn’t so damn aroused by it.
Illuga grinds against Lohen one last time before shoving his hand between them, lingering on the buttons that keep Lohen’s pants shut. “Please, Lohen, I’m sorry, I just want—“
“Take me,” Lohen growls, pushing Illuga’s hand right up against him. “And did I say you could stop feeding?”
Illuga mumbles an utterly incoherent response. As soon as the buttons are undone and Illuga gets a look at Lohen’s cock— fully erect, throbbing like mad, already leaking— he’s groaning and sucking Lohen’s neck again. The pain returns in full force, and Lohen instinctively arches his back against it, giving Illuga better access to—
Start stroking.
Illuga isn’t gentle. His glove rushes up and down Lohen’s shaft in short, sporadic bursts, and he doesn’t know that he’s squeezing, but Lohen does. Lohen’s legs are turning to jelly, and he starts to feel a familiar pressure build in his cock, but…
Illuga buckles first. The man suddenly pulls back with a loud wail, before shoving his entire face into Lohen’s shoulder as he comes in his pants. The wailing and whining continues as Lohen holds him firm, waiting for the touch of his fangs that never comes. Illuga’s emptied himself and is full of him, just like he wanted, but…
“Oi… birdie…” Lohen groans, still feeling the throb of the messy bite wound, but mostly staring down at his neglected cock, which is still erect. “We’re not done. I still haven’t…”
Illuga looks up at him, his eyes dark, his whole face splattered a dark red. He’s smiling like crazy. Something inside Lohen’s mind completely shatters.
Lohen finishes right then, cum bubbling out of his tip in much the same way that blood once rushed forth from his neck. Most of it splatters his own pants, but some splatters across Illuga’s, an obvious white stain against the dark fabric he wears. Lohen isn’t sorry.
The blood loss hits him. He stumbles and falls, knees hitting the floor. Illuga’s on top of him in an instant, covering the neck wound with his hand, covering Lohen gently with his body.
“I’m really sorry!” Illuga’s voice is clearer now, but the words themselves don’t make sense with the way arousal remains written across his face. “I didn’t want to hurt you! I was so hungry and— and there was nothing around—“
“Shh…” Lohen mumbles. His vision blurs out of focus, but snaps back in when Illuga shakes him again. “…Issokay. Let’s… do it again someday. Hold me?”
Lohen didn’t know what sort of response Illuga was expecting, but this clearly wasn’t it. Illuga lets out a long, pained breath, sinking down next to Lohen, holding tightly onto his neck.
Even when Lohen starts to nod off, Illuga remains, holding until the wound starts to scab over.