@rcprobate inquired ! childe nonchalantly kisses kaeya’s cheek as he passes by. “don’t keep me waiting, pretty boy, you promised me a spar.”
he’d come to seek his pleasures out where he could find it. long had kaeya been perceived as someone who was less than professional, and so spite drove him not to seek out bedmates in the same rooms he would strategise various operations. childe, the complete rulebreaker that he is, would seek to undermine the frostwind’s carefully implemented rules whenever he saw fit. some things would never change it seemed. that they’d come to this agreement to readily, so fit to corrupt something that had been as pure as a childhood friendship — even one born in the the midst of the abyssal corridors, was both unexpected and sad almost. although kaeya wouldn’t deny at this point that he hadn’t seen it coming. the magnetic pull they had to each other had been as difficult to ignore as kaeya’s longing to return home, to khaenri’ah and it’s evernight. there was something so familiar and comforting in the vast emptiness of childe’s eyes.
nonchalant. maybe that was how kaeya should have been approaching childe too. it would have suited them, or maybe just him. the both of them were so determined, so known for not doing things in halves. it was a chaotic sort of commitment — none or everything, all or nothing. the both of them shared a relentless drive to be better, the sort of ambition that the abyss fed off in droves. long ago he’d been told that the lengths he would go to for the ones he loved was borderline insanity, the methods that he would resort to went way too far, there was no limitation to the atrocities kaeya would commit in order to achieve what he wanted. he’d been prepared to become the villain if it meant seeing his purpose through. no one had ever understood the thought process quite as well as childe. souls so similar were destined to be intertwined at some point in their lives. it made sense that they would keep meeting again and again. only now kaeya had chosen to hold onto him, in anyway that he could. even as casual bedmates, that was still a tether.
whatever they shared was becoming more than a simple transaction — pleasure for pleasure, blood for blood. kaeya now wanted for childe’s company when the pull of the abyss was at its strongest, when he felt a homesickness like no other. a craving, a longing, an addiction stemming from more than simply fulfilling one’s bestial needs. after all, they could never do anything in halves. passing it off as a simple fuck between his missions would not explain the fluttering in his chest when childe played at being domestic, instead of the tsaritsa’s feral little lap dog. how the offering of calla lilies made him flush like he was sixteen and twitterpated with his first infatuation again. how even now, the lingering desire kaeya had to stay in childe’s bed was becoming more prominent than the desire to have sex in the first place. he hated it, it made him feel vulnerable, needy ... not in control. that might have been the worst aspect of it, that childe was an uncontrollable presence in his life, not like any other predictable mondstadt - goer kaeya had memorised like a chess piece.
had childe become his fix of the abyss ? or had he become the tether to the last shred of humanity before kaeya was taken by an all - consuming hunger ? what did kaeya crave more than anything — vengeance ? purpose ? violence ? chaos ?
frostwind swordsman leant back against his desk, catching the end of whatever the fatui diplomat was using as political leverage to annoy the elder knights with. why they had to conduct the impromptu meeting in the quartermaster’s office, kaeya had little idea. once they were out of his space, kaeya’s neutral smile became predatory, catching the harbinger’s kiss only a second too late to react in the moment. stunned. if this had been a fight, kaeya might have lost, if only because of his temporary hesitation. then again, never let it be said that mondstadt’s cavalry captain wasn’t adaptable. adopting a crazed grin, the prince pulled him in by his tatty red scarf until he was flushed to kaeya’s body, either side of strong legs as he tried to cage childe in, with naught but debonair movements. hands hung over broad shoulders, one sneaking to his hair in an all too familiar hold. he tilted his chin up, antagonistic and playful in his own defiance, bumping the tip of his nose to childe’s. “ what are we, children ? kiss me properly, svoloch. ” the meeting of lips quick and carnal, sharpened teeth, tongue quick to suck at skin, mark shamelessly at the barely visible edges of childe’s tunic, his neck, his jawline. the low laughter in kaeya’s voice was a joyous thing, a dulcet silky sound uttered before playfully shoving the fatui away, pointedly ignoring the flush across his cheeks, his tingling skin, the way his heart raced like it did in the throes of battle.
“ i’ll see you tonight. ”
