Kaeya x Lohen 1,452 wc
just straight porn i'll be honest w you. MDNI obviously. tw: knifeplay, blood drinking. there is aftercare. very minimal and not focused on at all.
a/n: y'all they're such freaks. I need them to be freaks together. i know he's out but i haven't played his story quest so sorry if he's ooc? idk like ik a little about his backstory but it's honestly not important to me. let him be a freak that's what I think. let kaeya be into him being a freak that's what i think. lmk what you think ig
It all started years before Crepus died, when Kaeya was just a scrawny, quiet kid hiding in his brother's shadow. At that time, it was easy to get away with it. He was hanging out with a 'friend', trying to be more social.
No one cared that the 'friend' he was making was in Lohen. They were just glad he was talking to people that weren't his brother's friends. And Lohen, a year younger than him and kind of insane, was eager to get away from the more mundane aspects of his life. He was happy to run off with Kaeya and never mention the details to anyone.
At first, it was just sparring. Sparring is never just sparring with Lohen, though. Kaeya would find himself thrown into the grass, struggling to breathe with Lohen holding him down. Normal, if a little intense by way of Lohen being Lohen. After that, it escalated. Cuts that Kaeya said were 'accidents' but certainly were not, bite marks that he had to go out of his way to hide followed by kitten licks to clean off the blood.
And then Crepus died, and Lohen found more interesting things to busy himself with, and Kaeya moved on. A really weird childhood fling, that's all it was.
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He's panting with the exertion of a lengthy spar. Lohen's knee is on his chest, pressing him into cool cobblestone. Vaguely, he's aware that it hurts, that it's making it difficult to breathe. More importantly, Lohen looks very pretty above him, pressing his knife gently against his throat..
"Is it just me, or are you getting deja vu as well?" he says, not even bothering to try to move. His blade is too far away to reach if he tried, and he's not interested in trying.
Lohen laughs, high pitched and slightly maniacal. Kaeya hates to admit the sound goes straight to his head. "What, want me to bite you? Lick your blood?" The cold metal of the knife presses just enough to draw blood.
"I never asked you to do that." His voice is strained and breathy. "Not that I minded, Lohen."
Lips smash against his, rough and demanding. He tastes blood as Lohen bites down, wincing in pain. He feels rather than hears Lohen's laugh, his knee pressing more harshly into his chest. Kaeya's smart enough to know that he just wants another pained reaction. He gives it to him anyway, grabbing weakly at his shoulder and trying to push him away. As though in reward, the knife leaves his throat and Lohen's mouth replaces it, lips smearing blood on his skin.
"So easy, Kaeya," Lohen mocks. Kaeya wonders where he got the confidence—who he got the confidence with—but he doesn't manage to voice any of it. Lohen's already speaking again, "I swear you used to put up more of a fight."
"Fight you?" he asks, shaking his head. He can feel the way small rivulets of blood drip down his neck with the movement, only to be licked up by Lohen moments later. He'd laugh if he had enough oxygen getting to his head to recognize how crazy that is. "Why would I do that when letting you have your fun with me feels so good?"
His words reward him with another high-pitched laugh and the weight off his chest. Lohen drags him up to his feet before he can even get a full breath in, kissing him again. Kaeya gladly leans into it, ignoring his need for oxygen. An actual kiss from Lohen is rare enough that he's always indulged them. It doesn't last nearly long enough for his tastes.
He's so distracted, he doesn't even realize that he's being led behind the building until he's shoved against the wall. It's the middle of the night, and they're sneaking around like teenagers. He can't help laughing, head dropping back against the wall.
"What are you laughing at?" Lohen asks, words punctuated with a quick bite to his shoulder. It hurts. He laughs harder, pushing weakly at Lohen's shoulder. "Ridiculous."
His laughter is only broken when a thigh presses between his, the pressure against his dick making him choke on a moan. He knows Lohen's annoyed with him by the way the pleasure is immediately taken away from him, leaving his hips jerking forward helplessly. Tease.
"Ridiculous," he says weakly, "that we're sneaking around like teenagers?"
"Ridiculous that you're laughing when I'm right here," Lohen corrects, biting down on his collarbone. Kaeya swears he has to file his teeth with how easily he draws blood. He hates that the thought sends sparks up his spine and makes his head all fuzzy. "See? Now that was a pretty moan, Kaeya. Much better than laughter."
"I don't know, it's kind of funny," he argues, allowing Lohen to bite him and work at getting his shirt off. "We're not 15 anymore, Lohen. I have an apartment."
"Mm, more fun this way."
He's about to disagree when cool air hits his chest and the pressure returns between his thighs. In a concerted effort to keep quiet, he lets out a drawn out whine. He understands why Lohen doesn't want privacy, even if it's just because he enjoys the thought of his humiliation.
"Right," he pants, hips moving mindlessly against Lohen's thigh. "I sh-should've known."
The sharp press of a knife against his chest has him wheezing, stars flashing behind his eyes. It stings, but all he can focus on is the drip of blood down his chest and the familiar heat in his stomach. It's pathetic how quickly he's falling apart, but he's too caught up in the moment to care.
"So sensitive…" Lohen purrs, lips right against his ear. Kaeya shudders, wrapping his arms around Lohen's shoulders. "Did you spend the whole time I was gone waiting for me, Captain?"
"You'd like that, hm?" His voice drops off into soft noises he buries into Lohen's neck. He's vaguely aware of Lohen's own erection pressed into his hip, of lips dragging along the cut and gathering up blood. Freak.
"I like," he corrects, "that you're about to cum in your pants."
Kaeya opens his mouth to protest, to say that no, he was going to get out of this without the humiliation, but Lohen's teeth are dragging against his neck and his fingers drag over and pinch his nipples and all that comes out is a high, drawn-out moan. Lohen laughs, meanly applying more pressure to his dick. His vision goes white and his blood is on fire as he spills into his pants.
Lohen's hands move to his hips, forcing him into overstimulation until he's whimpering pleas. There's a breathy laugh above his head, clearly taking pleasure in his struggle. Several minutes later, Lohen pulls away with a groan and cums, ropes of white ruining his clothes. Kaeya hadn't even noticed him pulling his dick out of his pants.
"You asshole," Kaeya says, shaking voice betraying his lack of anger. He leans heavily against the wall behind him, his legs shaking underneath his weight.
Lohen laughs, "You loved it."
"Didn't hate it," he says quietly. Lohen helps him to his feet, gently pushing him along to the back entrance of Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Thankfully, the walk through the hallway and up the stairs spares his dignity.
Lohen follows him into his room, starting the shower as Kaeya struggles to get his clothes off. Before long, they're both standing under warm water and washing each other clean. By the time they're finished, Kaeya can barely keep his eyes open. He collapses onto the bed without even drying or brushing his hair.
"I swear you used to be able to keep up with me," Lohen says casually, grabbing a hairbrush and starting on Kaeya's hair. He makes a noise of confusion, but doesn't bother pulling away or arguing.
"I used to sleep more than three hours a night," he mumbles, pressing his face into his pillow. The light's still on, annoying but not enough for him to get up and turn it off. "Besides, we were sparring."
"Nah, you've just lost your touch." A pause, long enough for Kaeya to start drifting off, and then, "Or maybe you wanted me to break you, hm?"
It's Kaeya's to huff out a laugh. "Please, do I seem broken to you? Barbatos forbid I think you're more fun when I let you have your way."
"Hm, I'll have to take advantage of that, then." The light flicks off—Kaeya hadn't noticed him getting up; maybe he has lost his touch—and the bed dips behind him. They're not touching, but Kaeya can feel his presence regardless. It draws him right into sleep.