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The warm sun beat down on Mondstadt as it rose, the morning dew lightly patting on homes and nature before halting. The shore was painted with hues of orange and pink and an upcoming blue; with clouds as fluffy as Snezhnayan snow powdering the sky.
Tartaglia panted as he pushed his hydro infused bow back together. The Ruin Guard in front of him quickly collapsed,its’ ruin core falling to the floor with a heavy thud, muffled by the soft dirt.
The sounds of nature were soft as the rusty metal clanking from the Ruin Guard drew to a halt.
The fight was easy,too easy. Nothing challenged Tartaglia anymore, the adrenaline rush was no more; all he could remember was the boy he used to be and his old name, Ajax. The boy who knew how to love, the boy who could just live with the adrenaline of catching a fish from ice fishing in Snezhnaya with his family.
Mondstadt’s open field made it easy to spot enemies but everything was just so easy.
The ginger ran a hand through his hair, the fluffy puff of wavy mess temporarily pushed back giving him a clear view of the lush grass and the blossoming buds of flowers, before his bangs fell back down onto his face the fringe just covering his cerulean eyes.
His black boots sunk into the soft turf as he moved to Mondstadt city. After everything that had happened in Fontaine, Tartaglia needed a holiday, and what place would be better to do that rather than the nation of freedom?
He walked across the bridge, careful not to scare the birds Timmy cared so much for (they always perched along the stone pathway of the entrance), and allowed himself to finally relax, though he can’t help but wonder if he can find a greater challenge out here in Mondstadt, where the blue skies are clear unlike in Snezhnaya where it is always cloudy and snowing.
Passing through the gate, Tartaglia let his sense of smell guide him, the scent is warm, slightly sweet, but overall gives off the aura of a filling meal. Tartaglia identified it as a Mondstadt specialty,Sticky Honey Roast.
The tall man orders the meal from the shop called “Good Hunter”. He made a mental note of the lady preparing his food to give thanks when he grabs it.
A few minutes pass and the meal gets carried out to him. He gave her and thanks and begins to eat the slice of ham, it was sweet but still warms your body.
The taste was complex but not unwelcome, his sister Tonia is bound to like this but the other siblings are more picky so he’ll settle on a keychain or such to bring back for them.
He used his fork to eat, people watching as he cuts into it. His eyes dart around and watches a shorter man walk through the same way he entered with a lazy but confident posture, dark teal hair, he’d definitely be a formidable foe. His eyes dart again, a little girl selling flowers, would they last all the way back to Snezhnaya? Who cares he’ll find some way to import a flower back for his mother.
He wipes his mouth with a napkin and returned the empty dish to the counter, before continuing his stroll.
The sun had risen, the once warm hues turned into a cool toned blue, as the sun reached just before the blinding peak at noon. A familiar blonde haired woman comes out, Lumine, a woman he had grown acquainted with over the years, followed by her floating companion and tour guide Paimon.
“Tartaglia?! What are you doing here in Mondstadt are you trying to cause more trouble!?” Paimon squealed, a valid concern she had, being a fatui harbinger did mean he was pretty much the bad guy in most scenarios; however he did have his fair share of good deeds done for the traveler Lumine.
“Not today, no promises for tomorrow though.” He winks jokingly before continuing, “So what brings you guys out here, it’s a long way from Nod Krai.”
“The captain of the Knights of Favonious is officially back in Mondstadt, and since I’m technically a part of them I figured I’d come back.” Lumine said as she placed a hand on her hip.
“I see, wanna spar—“
“No.”
“Damn it, are you sure—“
“Yes, though one of the soldiers that has returned you would probably enjoy that.”
“How so?” Tartaglia responds with tilt of his head like an eager dog hearing his favorite words one sentence.
“Well he’s pretty battle hungry,always looking for a good match, you know like you.” Lumine said before Paimon chirps up.
“Paimon has heard he’s gone as far as even giving opponents an elixir to make them stronger for a better battle!”
They remark made Tartaglia think, this knight sounded right up his alley!
He could picture it now, blood trickling down his nose as he spars with the mystery man who is equally as battered and bruised as him. The daydream alone brought out a stifled giggle of pleasure from him.
“You’re a lunatic” Lumine sighed, looking at Tartaglia’s borderline turned on reaction.
“Can you blame me? It’s like you gave a map leading to buried treasure! Where is he!” He perked up like a dog, if he was one his tail waving rapidly.
“I don’t know? I think he left the city, he’s pretty short compared to you like a dark teal hair and— you know what I think you’d notice him when you see him he is strange like that.” Lumine rolled her eyes and gestured to the city gate with one hand as she spoke.
“And his name?”
“Lohen, but at least don’t make it extremely obvious you want to spar, you lack situational awareness when you’re excited.”
“I will see you around Lumine!” He said excitedly, it was clear he had selective hearing because he was already walking away when she said his name.
The same bridge he walked over felt shorter, the lush views grew narrow as he wandered with tunnel vision. His feet guided him based on pure intuition, blood lust, and excitement (in both ways). His eyes landed on the stone remnants of a temple from Monstadts his history. Standing in the middle was a short boy with dark teal hair, a sword in hand which was covered in drying blood and oil while in the other it held the decapitated head of a hillichurl which died to fast to see it coming. Tartaglia’s eyes fell onto the source of the oil, the ancient ruin guard was in pieces but because of the size you can tell this one was a formidable foe.
For the first time in a while , Tartaglia felt like Ajax again. Heart pounding, cheeks flushed with excitement. The other male in the distance, as if sensing him, turned his head and locked eyes with the other. A bored expression gracing his face.
A fluffy mess of teal hair fell over dark multicolored eyes. Despite the mess on his hands his face remained clear of the muddle.
His hand lazily tossed the decapitated head, Tartaglia couldn’t help but feel drawn to his aura. He stepped one foot in front of the other and before he knew it he was at least 2 meters away from the other.
“If you have any requests for the Favonious head to the headquarters,I don’t carry messages.” The other man said.
“Oh don’t worry I’m not here for that, I’m here for you Mr. Lohen.” Tartaglia spoke, he purposefully turned up that charm in his voice.
“And who exactly are you?”
“I’m Tartaglia number eleven of the Fatui harbingers, let’s just say the traveler referred me to you for a good match.”
“Fatui? Hehe that’s something you don’t see everyday, and if you’re numbered like that must mean you’re a big deal. Alright, I’ll bite, let’s spar. No weapons or visions let’s see your true stength” Lohen’s eyes sharpened as he tossed his sword and vision to the side. Tartaglia grinned like a sly fox as he tossed his bow and vision aside,as well as his delusion, if Lohen insisted in fair he’ll get fair.
Lohen’s movements were sharp yet reckless, he immediately aimed to sweep Tartaglia’s left leg; not expecting that Tartaglia fell on the cold stone floor, but as he fell he dragged Lohen down by the collar. The shorter man landed on top of Tartaglia but that was quick to change as he used the hip bump sweep to mount on top of him, changing their position.
Lohen used one hand to punch the ginger and the other to grip Tartaglia’s hair. Tartaglia groaned at the stinging pain but quickly retaliated, he harshly punched the other in the cheek causing a bruise to form. Lohen bit Tartaglia’s arm deep enough to draw blood, the bite drew an exasperated laugh out of the other.
“Careful, you might turn me into a masochist.” Tartaglia teased before Lohen punched him again.
“Something’s telling me you already were one.”
“I won’t confirm or deny anything.” He pants out. Lohen bites his sore lower lip as his own chest heaves.
Tartaglia looked at the man under him, truly a formidable foe. Sweat glided down the other man’s forehead,the heaving chest, slightly flushed cheeks, and those multicolored eyes half lidded made Tartaglia pause. Not for a break, but because his heart was pumping blood to somewhere other than his open wounds. The blood pumped down his chest steadily almost enough so he wouldn’t notice and it filled up his groin; the length and girth growing and thickening. The blood leaking from his nose dripped slowly down into the other man’s cheek.
“So much for not being a masochist heh” Lohen pushed the ginger off him to gain the upper hand. His hand grabbed him by the jaw to pull him up to his knees. “Now do I win by default or do we have to fuck as hard as we fight?”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time now—“ Tartaglia’s snarky comment was cut off by a slap to shut him up.
“That’s your definition of a good time? You might even be as deranged as me.” Tartaglia’s clothed erection met Lohen’s boot, his boot rubbed and grinded down on it. The action drew out a soft moan from the gingers mouth.
Lohen leaned down to the taller man who was kneeling and kissed him rough, licking the seem of his mouth to demand entry and then thrusting his tongue in. Their tongues mingled and rubbed each other, Tartaglia’s cerulean eyes fluttered shut in pleasure of Lohen’s mouth in his own.
The kissing made Lohen’s dick ache under his pants.
“Fuck, look at what you do to me.” Lohen roughly let go of Tartaglia’s jaw and moved his boot to his chest kicking him down. He spread the gingers legs and undid his belt, tugging his pants and underwear down just enough to pull his dick out. The tip was red and leaking profusely, clearly in desperate need for attention.
Lohen’s mouth licked along the side, then the other, and then the bottom. Tartaglia held back obvious moans but some couldn’t help but fall out from the pleasure. When Lohen finally wrapped his lips around him, Tartaglia’s legs wanted to close shut. The pleasure was almost overbearing yet it wasn’t overstimulating. Lohen deep throated Tartaglia’s dick, not even gagging on the absurd length.
The others moans grew more persistent as he grew closer to the edge of oblivion. Suddenly cool air hit his cock and a hand covering his tip.
“Shit— Are you kidding me?” He runs a hand through his own messy orange hair.
“Am I kidding you? Oh no no no, I’m very serious about this. If you cum you’ll get soft, and I want you hard when I ride you.” That comment is met with groan in annoyance, then followed by a smack.
“Behave Tartaglia, you’re fatui and it’s my job to make sure they don’t mess up with our business here in Mondstadt so I can easily kill up and blame it on business.”
“Don’t threaten me it’s a turn on.”
“I know.”
Lohen unbuckled his own belt and tugged his pants down, it revealed his own throbbing cock which he gave a few pumps before using his own saliva as lube to help him stretch his hole. He slid two fingers in and did a scissoring motion inside of himself drawing out soft pants. After a few moments of agonizing torture for Tartaglia, Lohen finally deemed himself ready and got on top of Tartaglia he aligned the others cock up to his hole. It slid in pretty easily considering the only lube was pre-cum and saliva.
“Fuck you’re so tight…”
“Have you considered the possibility that you’re too big?”
“I think it’s both, but I don’t mind you feel so damn good.” They both pause to catch their breath, before Lohen posts his hands on the floor next to his head and moves his hips up and down. The raw flesh on flesh adds a lot of texture to the feeling, no thin piece of plastic in the way to ruin the moment. Over time the movements get rougher, faster, and even more lust filed.
“Can I please cum now, baby? You feel too fucking good.” Tartaglia moans as he holds back his orgasm.
“I can’t deny you, you even used your manners.” Tartaglia bites his bottom lip to stifle the moan that comes out when he cums inside of Lohen’s ass. A few moments after, Lohen covers the tip of his own cock and cums into his own hands careful not to make a mess on Tartaglia’s shirt. The other man takes Lohen’s dirtied hand and licks the cum off it.
“You are disgusting.” That comment draws a cheesy grin out of Tartaglia. Tartaglia moved positions so Lohen was on the bottom, Lohen’s leg was hoisted up on the others shoulder so he can go deeper.
The thrusts were faster now drawing out moans from their sensitive bodies.
“C’mon I know you got one more in you, who cares if we’re outside.” The sudden shift is his behavior made Lohen’s breath hitch, however it wasn’t unwelcome.
Tartaglia leaned down and kissed him then trailed down his neck before burying his head in the crook there.
After a few moments Tartaglia came again with a grunt and Lohen came with a stifled moan.
When the after glow faded they clothed covered themselves.
“We should go see a nurse and fight again.”
“Lohen you’re crazy.”
“So are you.”
“Fair enough let’s go.”
And then they fought again after getting healed.