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The day was like every other day on the sea. The salty smell of the ocean filled everyone's nose, the waves crashed against the side of the boat, causing the boat to shake beneath them as they floated closer and closer to the storm, which typically prevented people from entering Inazuma.
Kazuha sat on the front deck, kneeled on his knees, enjoying the feel of the chilly air brushing across his face, making his hair flow with the wind. He would never get sick of the feeling against his skin; it was the best thing in this unusual universe.
The trip felt normal, but it started strangely; a person had gilded onto their boat without warning. Originally, they considered turning the boat around and dropping the person back off in Liyue, but the stranger was soon recognized as the traveller that all of Teyvat have been talking about. Kazuha didn’t mind whether or not they turned the boat around. He spent most of his time on the boat, and all he cared about was some alone time on the front deck.
The traveller was accepted with ease. Everyone was curious about their adventures through Mondstadt and Liyue. However, Kazuha was sure that there was more than one uninvited person aboard that everyone was unaware of.
With a big, content sigh, Kazuha pushed himself off the deck where he sat. He stared back at his crewmates, noticing how they were all focused on their work, aside from Beidou, who sat down with the traveller. Her voice was loud enough for all to hear and he was sure everyone on board knew what their conversation was about.
Kazuha curiously looked around, taking note of everyone in his view. All his coworkers were working without much movement but the movement of the wind signified there was someone running.
He jumped down the stairs carefully, nodding towards people as he walked by, showing a friendly gesture and made his way below the deck. He slid the door shut inside the boat. Below the deck was completely empty of his usual crewmates, but he could feel a strange presence in the air. He gripped his sword that hung on his belt.
A gush of air behind him caused him to turn around in under a second. Surprisingly, he was faced with a man around his height, indigo hair that covered his ears and a large hat. Somehow, Kazuha felt unthreatened by his appearance but refused to let his guard down.
“Who are you?” asked Kazuha, squinting at the male standing before him.
The unknown man stood emotionlessly, arms crossed over his chest. “I believe that is irrelevant,” he said defensively. “I am not here for you. How about you pretend that I’m not here?” he requested, raising an eyebrow.
“I am afraid that I can’t do that,” Kazuha replied calmly. He eyed him momentarily, making sure he didn’t have any weapons on him, and Kazuha failed to even spot a vision on him; perhaps he didn’t have one. Kazuha suddenly wondered if he was some random person playing a trick on him. “Who are you?” he asked again, slightly more demanding this time.
A heavy sigh slipped past his lips. “I am Scaramouche. The sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers,” he gloated, sounding awfully proud of himself. He narrowed his brows and gave the male one more look over.
Fatui. Of course.
“I am here simply for the traveller that is aboard,” he admitted. “Now, if you’d get out of my way—”
Kazuha was quick to pull his sword out and block Scaramouche from moving any further.
“If you don’t move your sword, I’ll have to do it myself,” he threatened, side-eyeing the white haired male. However, no further movement occurred.
Scaramouche looked between the sword and Kazuha. He sighed and raised his hand but was too slow. Kazuha swung the sword up, pointing it directly at the males neck, touching the sharpest point of his sword against his skin. All movement came to a hilt and an annoyed look crept up to his face.
“You’re really starting to get annoying now,” he scowled. “You’re not as scary as you might think.”
Kazuha glared and pressed his sword closer, the blade pressing into his skin almost enough to hurt. “I believe if you weren’t scared then you would have attempted to attack me by now,” Kazuha told him. “I want you to slowly back up into the room on your right. You got that?”
Scaramouche rolled his eyes but said nothing more. He backed up into the room like Kazuha asked. Once inside, Kazuha pushed the door shut with his foot, refusing to take his attention away from the male.
The sword remained near his neck until he turned it, pressing the flat side on his chin, pushing his chin up to reveal more of his neck. Part of him hated to admit it, but the stranger before him was actually quite attractive. He was short, with a thin body and a pretty face, despite his angry expressions.
“Did you bring me in here just to check me out or what?” Scaramouche spat, trying not to move his neck much because of the blade.
“I must admit, while that was not my plan, I seem to have gotten distracted by the way you look,” Kazuha easily admitted.
Scaramouche scoffed in response and went to move but Kazuha pressed harder, accidently drawing blood, making Scaramouche hiss through his teeth and glare at him.
“If you continue moving, you’ll only draw more blood. Is that your intention?” Kazuha wondered.
“Preferably not on my neck, no,” Scaramouche muttered, catching the other off guard momentarily.
With a hum, Kazuha slid the sword down his neck and traced it across his clothed chest. “How’s this? More of your liking?” Kazuha questioned. He hooked his sword under a fold in his shirt and effortlessly cut through the fabric. Scaramouche looked down when he felt the shirt being ripped, about to tell him off until he felt the cold sword pressing against his warm chest, inching towards his stomach. He shared glances between the sword and Kazuha’s expressionless face as he continued what he was doing.
“You’re a freak,” Scaramouche insulted, glaring at him.
“You’re more than capable of telling me to stop. You could easily injure me within a second, correct?” Kazuha raised a brow when Scaramouche simply faced away from him. “So, tell me, do you like the feeling of the blade against your skin? Knowing that with any small movement, it could easily draw blood?”
Scaramouche pressed his lips in a straight line and remained in silence. Unhappy with the answer, Kazuha dragged it back up to his chest and brushed the dull side against his nipple, smirking when the other flinched in surprise from the cold contact—good thing he used the dull side.
“I despise you,” Scaramouche muttered. They exchanged looks, dragging out eye contact a second too long. With the shared thought, Kazuha lowered his blade and moved forward. No words were shared when Scaramouche reached out to grab onto the front of Kazuha’s clothing and yanked him forward, easily pulling him close.
“If you despise me, shouldn’t you be attempting to kill me rather than seduce?” Kazuha asked, cocking his head to the side. Kazuha pushed him backwards until the back of his legs hit the table. He reached for the big hat on his head and lifted it, gently placing it on the ground beside them. Then, he let his hands wander down, tracing them across Scaramouche’s hips.
Frowning, Scaramouche jumped forward and crashed his lips onto Kazuha’s. He kissed back without another thought, tightening the grip on his hips.
Kazuha knew that this was wrong, to be getting intimate with a fatui harbinger, but he couldn’t stop himself; something about Scaramouche was too addicting. Perhaps it was his personality, regardless of how bad it seemed, or maybe it was the way he looked. The way his lips felt against his own.
The two fought with their lips, fighting for dominance. Scaramouche bit at Kazuha’s bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth. He took the chance to slip his tongue past his lips. Kazuha felt hands sliding down his waist, gripping onto his clothes to bring his body closer. With their bodies pressed together, Kazuha took the chance to slip a hand under his already ripped shirt, feeling Scaramouche’s soft skin on his chest.
The two pulled apart for air. Scaramouche gave him a look that was almost like a glare. “Do you think you’re in control here?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. Kazuha smirked at that.
“I don’t need to think I am. I know I am,” Kazuha told him clearly.
Before the other could reply, Kazuha took the chance to turn him around and push him down, aggressively bending him over the table.
Scaramouche grunted, feeling his chest being forcefully shoved against the hard, wooden table. As shameful as he felt, he couldn’t deny the arousal that coursed through his body. He gulped, placing his head down on the table.
“Does it seem like I’m in control now?” Kazuha asked, not waiting for an answer before he started unclipping the accessories around Scaramouche’s waist and letting them drop to the floor.
“Be careful with those,” Scaramouche demanded angrily. Kazuha replied with a hum but didn’t listen—he tossed down a few more pieces of his outfit until all that remained on his hips were his shorts.
“Have you done this before?” Kazuha questioned, catching Scaramouche off guard.
“What—” he started, glancing over his shoulder. “Why does that matter?”
“It matters because I don’t want to hurt you,” he paused, gently laying his hands on the males hips. “Unless you’d enjoy that. But I would prefer to prepare you thoroughly—”
“Okay, whatever. No, I have not. Now, please stop talking like that,” Scaramouche cut him off.
Humming softly, Kazuha took a quick glance around the room they were in. “Let me go grab something. You stay there,” Kazuha told him and backed away from the male. He was slightly surprised to see that he actually listened.
Kazuha wasted no time and quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube out of the drawer and returned back to the male. Kazuha carefully hooked a finger under his shorts.
“Can I remove these?”
He sighed. “Yes. Stop going so slow and careful, I’m not going to break,” he spat out harshly.
Instead of replying, Kazuha yanked down on his shorts, allowing them to fall to the ground. He snapped open the bottle and poured the lube onto his fingers. Once discarding the bottle elsewhere, he gently pressed his fingers against his hole, watching the male flinch at the coldness of it.
“Don’t make me say it again. Hurry up,” Scaramouche ordered.
“Hm...now that you say that, I think I’d like to hear you say that again,” Kazuha smirked. He gently rubbed his fingers around, hearing him curse under his breath.
“You’re unbelievable,” groaned the male under him.
“Sorry? I don’t believe I heard that,” Kazuha teased. “Go on. Use your manners.”
“Fucking—okay, fine. Please. Please hurry up,” he muttered. “Please fuck me,” he said, his voice becoming more quiet now.
Once content enough, Kazuha slowly pushed his fingers in, immediately feeling how tight he was around his fingers but surprisingly it wasn’t too bad; perhaps he wouldn’t need too much preparation.
Kazuha pushed in another finger and slowly pumped in and out, noticing how Scaramouche’s hands were attempting to hold onto something.
“You’ve done this to yourself before, correct?”
Scaramouche huffed. “I have,” he said, voice shaky.
Kazuha nodded to himself. “Mhm,” he pushed his fingers deeper. “You’ve touched yourself to the thought of someone doing this to you, haven’t you?” Kazuha asked, slowly pushing his hand up Scaramouche’s clothed back.
He grunted and looked back at Kazuha. “Fuck you, you—”
Kazuha cut him off mid-sentence by bending his finger, hitting his prostate dead-on. “Hm,” he hummed, rubbing the same spot repeatedly to watch the way he desperately rocked his hips back onto his fingers. “Awe, sorry for interrupting you like that,” Kazuha said sarcastically, hearing Scaramouche grunt from below him. “Was I correct? You get so defensive when I’m right.”
“I do not—”
With another bend of his fingers, Scaramouche stopped talking again, being interrupted with a moan.
“I was correct,” Kazuha grinned and placed his free hand on the back of Scaramouche’s neck and pushed him flat down against the table. At the same time, he thrusted his fingers against his sensitive spot, showing no mercy. “You’ve touched yourself to the thought of someone bending you over and having their way with you,” Kazuha said, voice still as steady and collected as ever. “And you had the guts to think you’d be in control?”
Scaramouche arched his back at the fast and harsh speed, not being able to speak back to him. His moans were muffled by the table.
“Ah, this sounds better than you cursing and swearing at me, doesn’t it?” Kazuha threaded his fingers in the back of his hair and pulled back on it, lifting his head off the table just in time to hear the shameless moan that ripped from the back of his throat.
“Ah—” he started, attempting to speak. “Just fuck me,” he muttered out the best he could.
“That’s what I’m doing, no?” Kazuha smirked sadistically. “Seems like I’m doing a good job too.”
Finally, he decided to slow down his fingers, thrusting them in softly and avoiding any contact with his prostate. With his other hand, he let go out the males hair, letting his head drop back down to the table.
"You know what I mean,” Scaramouche groaned.
With a chuckle, Kazuha responded. “I do, yes. You’re just fun to play with,” he admitted.
“You’re fucking annoying,” he insulted. “Why do you talk so damn much?”
Kazuha didn’t answer immediately. He slowly pulled his fingers out, and in response, he received a soft whine.
Kazuha untied the fabric around his waist, gently placing the belt that held some accessories onto the table, removing all his clothes as fast as possible. “Talking is what I do best,” Kazuha finally answered once undressed.
He was slightly confused that Scaramouche was still quiet. As Kazuha bent over to grab the lube, he turned to look at him.
As they locked eyes, Kazuha felt something in him snap. Scaramouche looked at him, eyes shining and filled with a vulnerability that Kazuha never expected to see.
No words were shared as Kazuha returned to what he was doing. He opened the bottle of lube again, squirting it on his hands and then onto his cock, gasping at the contact. Soon, he lined himself up with Scaramouche’s hole. “Ready?” he hummed in response. “Verbal response, please.”
"Yes. Yes, I’m ready,” he quickly blurted. Kazuha held his hips with one hand and slowly pushed himself in. He went carefully when he heard Scaramouche hiss from below him.
“Does it hurt?” Kazuha asked, rubbing his hips in support.
“Fuck yeah, it does,” Scaramouche cursed. When Kazuha paused his movements, he spoke again. “I never told you to stop.”
A smirk snuck to his lips and he continued pushing in until he bottomed out. “Assuming you’ve only felt your fingers, I’ll go slowly for now,” Kazuha told him.
Scaramouche nodded. “But speed up when I tell you to,” he ordered and Kazuha silently agreed.
He held him firmly and pulled back, dragging his lip between his teeth to hold back a moan; he felt too good. He slowly thrusted back in, causing Scaramouche to drop his head back down on the table once more, letting out a soft whine of a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“I can’t wait any longer. Just go harder already,” he complained.
Without warning, Kazuha pulled almost all the way out and slammed right back in. Scaramouche let out a loud gasp. Kazuha dug his nails into the pale skin on his hips, watching red marks form on his skin immediately—the look of it drove him crazy.
Scaramouche attempted to grab onto something again but there was nothing in his reach. When Kazuha took notice, he leaned forwards and slipped a hand up the back of Scaramouche’s hand, threading his fingers between his. It had felt more intimate than anything they had done up to this point. To his surprise, Scaramouche tightened his fingers around his, gripping harshly.
Kazuha simply smiled to himself and thrusted harder. Loud moans fell from the males lips faster than he could control. A series of curses and swears left his mouth, accompanied by unpreventable moans. Kazuha sneakily aimed for his prostate, knowing he had hit it when the grip on his fingers tightened and a shamelessly loud moan slipped out.
“Hm, right there?” Kazuha curiously asked, voice tremulous and unsteady. He slammed into the same spot again. Scaramouche’s response was a long moan, ending in a whine. “You sound so pretty when you’re not using your voice to insult.”
Unable to respond, Scaramouche attempted to squeeze his fingers tighter in his own as a threat, making Kazuha laugh ever so softly.
Suddenly, there was a cold chill and his eyes widened. He untangled his fingers from Scaramouche’s fingers and slid the hand over his lips instead, blocking his moans the best he could. Thankfully, his senses were correct when he heard a voice on the other side of the door: Beidou.
“Kazuha? Are you in there?” she asked loudly. Instead of stopping, Kazuha sped up and the male beneath him struggled to keep himself quiet; the hand over his mouth only muffled him so much. “Kazuha?”
“I am,” he replied, managing to make his voice sound as stable as possible. “Is there anything you need from me?”
“No. Just a warning that we’ll be heading into the storm very soon. Make sure any important items are put away so they won’t fall and break, alright?” Beidou told him.
Kazuha smirked when Scaramouche brought his hand up to grab onto Kazuha’s forearm, roughly digging his nails in. Kazuha felt the way he tightened around him and started rocking his hips back.
“O-okay,” he stuttered out, losing his composure as he grew closer and closer. “Everything is good. I’ll be laying down for a short nap,” he spoke quickly.
“Alright. Be careful,” she said loudly in a voice that she always used with a smirk on her lips. “Almost everyone will be down here in a few minutes to avoid the rain.”
Kazuha fucked into the male as if his life depended on it, thrusting into his prostate dead on, not caring how loud Scaramouche was being because by the sound of it, she already had an idea of what was going on.
“Alright, thanks,” Kazuha paused, taking in a shaky breath. “For the warning.”
There was a quiet laugh on the other side of the door before silence. Once Kazuha knew for sure that she was gone, he pulled his hand away from his mouth.
Almost immediately, he started speaking. “I am close, fuck,” he warned.
Kazuha scoffed. “Did that turn you on that much,” he asked. He brought both hands back to Scaramouche’s hips and went as hard as he could to bring him closer since neither of them were going to last much longer. “Being caught by someone, it arouses you?” He continued, gripping hard enough to leave dark, finger-shaped bruises on his hips. “It’s hard not to catch you when you’re moaning like a whore for the whole crew to hear.”
The words flew out of his lips before he could even think about it. Apparently that was enough for Scaramouche to come. He came with a loud moan, having to cover his own mouth with his hand to block the noises.
Kazuha didn’t realize how close he was until the feeling at the pit of his stomach got stronger and stronger. Within a few more thrusts, he was releasing inside of him, filling him up and hearing a small whimper come from his lips.
Scaramouche groaned and hid his face in his arms. “Aren’t you one of those quiet, weird and innocent guys? Where did any of that come from?” Scaramouche asked between breaths.
“Those guys are the ones you should worry about,” Kazuha whispered. He slowly pulled out and cleaned himself up enough to put his clothes back on. Scaramouche carefully pushed himself up from the table and turned to face Kazuha.
He found himself pausing from dressing to look at Scaramouche, admiring his body. Everything about his body was somehow perfect, as if he was a creation.
Why must he be attracted to the people he shouldn’t be?
Kazuha gulped and finally got redressed as fast as he could. “Get dressed fast. The boat will shake pretty badly and you wouldn’t want anything falling and breaking.”
Scaramouche simply nodded. He found tissues and cleaned himself up before getting dressed.
Kazuha watched him dress, admiring his small hips, as well as the nail marks and bruises on them that would remain there for a few days; he wondered if Scaramouche would look at them and think about him.
“You’re pretty,” Kazuha suddenly said.
Scaramouche looked over his shoulder with a glare. “And you’re awfully annoying, you know that?”
He chuckled before heading to the door, sliding his sword into its holder before taking once more glance back.
“Stay here until the trip is over. I’ll sneak you out of the boat in Inazuma. After that, you’re on your own,” Kazuha told him, showing no emotion in his words or on his face. “This is my room on the boat and no one comes in here. You’re safe, as long as you stay here.”
Kazuha was about to leave until the other spoke up. “Why are you protecting me?” he questioned. “You just had me in the easiest place to capture or kill me. Yet, you’re simply letting me get away?”
He gripped onto the door knob tightly. “I don’t know why I am, but we all make dumb decisions sometimes, right?” Kazuha said, refusing to look back at him.
“Yeah. It’s a stupid choice.”
With a shrug, he spoke once more. “Oh well. Say, perhaps we’ll meet again in the future? I’ll see you then,” he finished before leaving the room, not listening to anything the other said as he let the door shut slowly behind him.