Work Text:
The ghosts howl for blood. Every moment he indulged his classmates' foolish plans, their suffering grew. You must avenge us, his father roars. You don’t need any of these traitors to rend her flesh from her bones.
If no one else would join him, he would march to Enbarr and avenge them with his own two hands.
Quiet footsteps jerk him out of his reverie. He turned around, ready to drive them away, before he saw Ashe standing there, holding a covered dish of food.
“I thought you might be hungry.”
Don’t trust him. Glenn hisses. He is a traitor like the rest of them.
“Go away,” he snarls. “I have no need of you.”
Ashe steps closer, still keeping himself out of Dimitri’s reach. “You need to eat if you’re going to take your revenge.”
“I will not take food from traitors and liars,” He steps closer to Ashe, and Ashe lets him close the distance between them.
“I said I wanted to be your knight, and I meant it.” Ashe says. “Byleth and the others won’t help you destroy them, but I will. This is the first step.”
“You said you wanted to go to Enbarr.” It wasn’t a question, but Ashe nods anyway. Dimitri lunges forward and grabs the bowl from Ashe’s hands. The food Ashe brought is creamy and warm. He eats methodically, spoonful after spoonful.
“Do you like this one better than the last one? I tried to add more of our cheese stores, but I had to hide it from Ingrid…”
Dimitri let Ashe’s voice wash over him as he ate. As usual, Ashe talks about how he wants to be Dimitri’s knight, to protect the realm, to help him destroy the imperial soldiers, ending their cruelty, crushing their black robed mages and avenging the dead.
“I would cut off her head myself, and bring it to you. Just like the knight from a story.” Ashe says dreamily.
The idea of someone else ripping that woman limb from limb rips Dimitri from the calm the warm food and Ashe’s voice lulled him into. Dimitri flings the dish aside and pulls Ashe down from his seat on a pew.
Ashe fights him, for a moment. He’s fast. But he goes limp quickly and Dimitri shakes him before holding him against the wall. “That woman is mine to destroy,” he snarls. Ashe doesn’t flinch, just nods.
“She is, of course. A loyal knight would never deny his king’s vengeance.” A wave of dizziness comes over Dimitri, and he slowly lowers himself to the floor so he can keep his firm grip on Ashe. Ashe’s body is practically pressed against his as he drags them both down. It’s hard to focus on anything but the warmth of Ashe’s body as Ashe curls against him. There’s a gentle warmth growing in his body from the pressure. What’s important is that he keeps his grip on Ashe. That’s why he sat down.
“I’ll be your knight, and together we’ll kill them all.” Somehow Ashe managed to free one of his arms and is stroking Dimitri’s shoulders and neck. “We’ll avenge Glenn, and His Majesty and Lonato and Christophe.” Ashe’s voice wavers. “And of course, Dedue.”
Dimitri tries to shove Ashe off of him at the mention of Dedue. The hand stroking his neck stops and the warmth pressing into him fades. He feels the absence in his manhood more than anywhere else, but nothing feels close enough to be painful. Even the voices of his ghosts are distant, as though they’re yelling through a thick wall. Maybe Ashe made them wait outside.
Instead of climbing back onto him, Ashe eases him down to the floor, and Dimitri is too dizzy to fight him again. Tightness grows in his belly as Ashe presses against his crotch firmly. Ashe’s hands wind around his waist, before slowly easing his breeches and underthings down. He lets out a whine at the cold air on his sensitive parts. Ashe smiles down at him.
“Let me take care of you. Let me be your knight,” he says as he leisurely pumps Dimitri’s hard length. He can’t remember when that happened, but Ashe’s hand feels too good to think about it. He lets out a sigh, almost involuntarily.
“When I feed you, it makes you feel good,” Ashe says as he pushes Dimitri’s foreskin back, exposing the pink head. His whole world is focused on the heat in his groin, the movement of Ashe’s hand, and the way Ashe’s words wash over him. It’s true, no one else would help him like this. Ashe’s hand goes away and he whines for it.
“You need me,” Ashe says, as he unbuttons his coat and pulls down his own breeches and undergarments. Dimitri nods, and ruts weakly into the cold air of the cathedral. “I’m your loyal knight, I’m the only one who wants to help you destroy the empire, you need me.”
Ashe straddles him, hot flesh on hot flesh, and Dimitri’s length is slowly surrounded by the tight heat of his body. Ashe must have prepared himself already, because Dimitri slides into him with ease. The overwhelming sensation draws a moan from him. It’s shockingly loud around him.
Ashe leans forward and strokes his cheek. Dimitri turns into the movement, following the warmth of his hand. Ashe smiles down at him, as warm as the heat against his cock.
Gently, Ashe begins to move his hips, working up to a rhythm. Ashe’s breathing becomes faster and harder, and Dimitri realizes the moans he hears are coming from his own mouth. He wants to move, wants to reach up and touch Ashe’s lean chest, but the heaviness in his limbs won’t let him. All he can do is let Ashe take him. He tries to force the moans to take shape, and manages to say, breathy and slurred “My knight,”
Ashe moans at that, sharper than Dimitri’s vague noises. Dimitri wants to thrust as he says it, but can’t make his body follow the thought. Ashe’s rhythm gets faster and less steady as his breathing turns from pants to cries. Dimitri’s peak takes him by surprise, and Ashe lets out a joyful cry as Dimitri spends inside him. Once he peaks, the dizziness comes over him like a wave.
It’s dark, and he realizes he needs to open his eyes. It’s very hard. It’s still dark in the cathedral, but he raises his eyes enough to see that Ashe’s own length is still stiff and red in front of him. Dimtri tries to say something, tries to reward his knight, but he can’t make his tongue cooperate.
Ashe understands anyway. He strokes Dimitri’s cheek again.
“Just sleep your highness,” He says. “Let me take care of you.” He nods, grateful to let the darkness claim him. Ashe’s hole around his length is the only thing he can feel anymore, the warmth and comfort more powerful than the discomfort around his sensitive length. His most loyal knight will take care of him.