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Stockings.
That's one of the things that genuinely could distract Xiao from everything he was doing. At first it wasn't that noticeable, if anything, it wasn't noticeable at all because he never paid attention to a rather sketchy looking alchemist. Well, in a rather specific manner of course. As a fellow companion of travelers team, he personally took it upon himself to watch over any teammates that could possibly possess any sort of dangers to his friend. Wordlessly so, he distantly investigated over the behaviour of others
, relying on his senses to pin point any possible dangers lurking within.
And a shady alchemist with a rather distasteful way of speaking resonated with his karma rather well. In fact, it took Xiao around two minutes to feel how his karma went right through the body of another being that posed as a young looking researcher. There was no real flesh to hang into impurity of it, tendrils of his karmic debt had nothing to hook into and corrupt. Aside from the very deeply hidden core that sealed mighty darkness away. As if it was in feel slumber. It was another type of evil, completely different from what was hidden inside of Xiao or any god he witnessed. He felt a buzz of adrenaline going through him, anemo picking up around his feet at the look he received from the young man during their first-time introduction.
Albedo knew.
And the eyecontact they made held nothing. As if everything around them stopped to reconsider what kind of dangers are being introduced to each other. Different type of forces, yet with similarities that made Xiaos skin prickle. His karma swirrled inside of him, like an overfilled bottle that's ready to blow up at any moment from how much of tension there is. Unbeknown to alchemist, yaksha couldn't wait to take it out somehow. To spit in the face of his companion and call out the danger that's standing right to traveler. Yet of course Aether knew, Xiao had no place of wanting other gone because he's selfish. A hypocrite that knew he's no better than Albedo, seeking comparison from someone who could cease his demons.
But this? This was a whole another temptation. Xiao's body is also an imitation, flesh sealing a form of illuminated beast of a golden winged Alatus. But how much of those wings are left? A dull ache reminded him of how little of his title is left. His curiosity got the best of him, sealing amber eyes with narrow pupils to the lonely figure that preferred to leave camp rather early. For what? Sketching. Gloved hands always carried a thick notebook, elegant hands brushing over papers without hesitation, pinning down everything better than a device Aether used for taking "pictures". Xiao often found himself following other, staying somewhere high enough from where only his hawk's eye could still see, enjoying welcoming breeze on pale skin. And perhaps eyeing how ashy blonde locks swayed with it.
It's unnatural, for him to feel some sort of deep attraction to mortals. He's no stranger to romance, neither is he to flesh cravings. Yet he personally never felt a romantic tug to any of his bodily cravings, more of an animalistic satisfaction to soothe. Fast, rough and messy. His fighting style held more elegance than his wrist movements in order to reach peace with his body. Yet his eyes slowly came to the point where they'd linger, as if having a mind of their own. Not like he could ignore accusing stares his own way, blue colour is rather... intimidating isn't it? At least that's how he calmed down his thoughts, after all, he felt even more stiff everytime Albedo looked at him. It felt exposing, as if he was being seen. Not in a traditional way, but more like beyond his skin. Deep through flesh, straight to his core. It made him stiff. Impatient.
Tension. Unspoken, unresolved. Continuing.
Everywhere, on each turn. He felt insane. His spear slashed faster, sinking into opponents flesh with more aggression, staining his face and clothes with crimson. He felt disgusting, somehow bathing in blood of those creatures soothed his cravings, resolved tension between shoulders. But that was always short lived. Because he noticed, noticed how cleared most of the danger out for h i m. And so did other teammates, but not exactly that. More like, Xiao's unusual thirst for blood that increased tenfold after weeks.
Albedo knew the moment cat like eyes landed on him that he's seen. It felt like an arrow that pierced his chest, hitting bull's eye. It made him feel.. rather odd to be fair. He's used to being a simple alchemist, greeted among citizens and colleagues. Almost never being reminded of what he truly is, yet here he is. Gripping his clipboard rather tight under the pressure of heavy gaze. He recognised that look, features from Aether's descriptions and powerful whiff of karma. It tasted like potion from Dragonspine to him, but that was the only similarity. It felt exciting, to finally meet the only standing yaksha of Liyue. In flesh.
But perhaps he bit off a little bit more than he could chew.
First few days went in silence, for him it was rather common to work like that especially during forging certain materials and working with alchemy in general. Yet soon enough he noticed how a good chunk of his notes started to gain a new undertone. For example somehow his sketches of Liyue's crystal flies turned to... sketching a specific team's companion. The elegant arch of others back and the low dip of his shirt, exposing rather fascinating arch of shoulder blades. It went on, pest like thoughts continued to fill up his mind at the least convenience of times
Especially during battles. Unintentionally. Completely foolishly Albedo allowed his eyes to glue themselves to yaksha. Solidly. Because he could no longer control it, no matter how hard he tried to. Subtle brushes of skin, or Xiaos mask on his hip from passing by. Never ending glances and persistent presence of other. It all choked him up. Drove up the wall, drowning blonde man in endless papers full of sketches.
Sketches of Xiao.
And it was a mistake to be paid for. An axe rammed into his side, impact hard enough to get knocked back a good two feet and slid across the floor. White coat getting stained in dirt from such a hard landing. Albedo gasped for air, barely getting any in from the spasm of dull pain. Gaping like a fish, he clutched his side turning over to dodge another attempt at slashing him in two. Yet it never came, only the axe itself fell to the ground, splitting it deep enough to stand on its own like a memorial stone. Albedo sat up, watching how the tip of glowing jade spear leveled up with his face.
It's being yanked up, splitting enemy in half like the body is made of fabric. Albedo feels how ground vibrates from the fall of heavy body to his feet. Breathing heavily, he blinks looking up from the mess to witness a masked face, swirls of dark anemo highlighting the pure anger. Pent up frustration. Albedo stares, at the glowing elements of others body, such as tattoo and teal strands. It looked rather devious, otherworldly at best. Ethereal. He wanted to soak it up, to draw later on.
"Get up."
It's a growl, echoing through the cave and reaching other team members that took a bit longer to make it to the scene. Aether frowned, even moved forward to have a talk with two of them yet a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Zhongli stared back at the young man with his usual concentrated attitude.
"Perhaps we should leave them to it. About time for them to sort everything out. "
With a sigh of concern, Aether followed archont to the chest they've been looking for.
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Xiao noticed the absence of two party members, yet he paid almost no mind to it. His furious outburst had Albedo more silent than usually, hands clutching at the side as he lightly curled in on himself in discomfort. Gritting teeth, he insisted on moving forward. But yaksha couldn't handle another sound of distress coming from the other like that.
"Halt your movements, let me see your wound ."
He sharply turned around facing frowning blonde. It slightly threw Albedo off his emotional balance, yet he waved it off with a small polite smile.
"No need for worries, it hit me with the blunt end. I can-"
Xiao's cat like eyes zeroed on the others face, closing in physically until alchemist took a few steps back to lean against stacked together trees that mitachurls prepared for keeping big fire up. Yet he still held himself neutral, fingers drumming in contemplation and nervousness over wood.
"No. You certainly can't after that stunt."
Xiao basically growls it out, seething with anger as if Albedo commited a hatecrime on the whole team. Blonde nervously swallows feeling how his stoic expression slowly falters.
"My apologies for the inconveniences, I was distracted. I'll return the favour next time we're in a situation like this."
With a defeated sigh, he admitted to his mistakes shrugging coat off his shoulders and letting it pool behind his lower back. Xiao watched in silence, seemingly satisfied with the obedience from other and verbal affirmation of him being right.or perhaps he couldn't exactly keep his anger up when other stood so close to him again. Or was it him who shortened distance? Getting impatient with fumbling of buttons, dark haired male reached out personally, yanking others navy blue dress shirt up enough to reveal pale skin beneath.
Albedo's eyes widened, he looked at the yaksha from beneath his white as snow lashes with hands frozen over the buttons he didn't get to slide through the fabric. Well, so be it. Xiao looked over the forming bruise, rough gloved thumb pressing on the side, making Albedo's body spasm in return. There's a sound of discomfort. Suppressed, as if blonde researcher felt shame for his slip up.
Xiao's mouth goes dry as eyes unwillingly travel lower, just enough to see...to see rims of stockings elastic digging into fat of pale flesh above the shorts. Tempting beauty marks littered perfect skin, dipping lower, way lower than his eyes could see and should see. He stares. Boldly, shamelessly stares finding an unfitting urge to dip his fingers beneath that elastic, squeeze in further with bare hands. There's a trail of light pubic hair going once again, beneath the button and zipper of others shorts. Xiao audibly swallows, mind completely melting through his ears and Albedo takes fast notice of it.
Oh how he wanted to call adeptus out. Mention his name in curiosity, ask him of what he's staring at. But gods above, Albedo himself couldn't tear eyes away from how other ate him up. Greedily, slowly raking eyes over untainted flesh. Flesh that belonged to him. Flesh that caged Xiao in like a starving animal. Stockings. Albedo's lips parted, to take in more air as lean muscles in his stomach spasmed from feeling rather hot. There's a very tingly sensation in his navel from how sharp adepti eye is, following gloved hands of his own south. Albedo takes steady breaths, relishing in the way Xiao seems to be focusing so devotedly. Finally Albedo has his attention on him, possessively, no better than yaksha himself.
"See for yourself.."
He barely noticed that the tension lingering in the air forced him to speak in a whisper. But neither of them centered on the way that sentence sounded. Lewd. Unintentionally. Just like the gazes. Yet he lowered hands, thumb slowly pressing on the button of his shorts, experimentally. He stopped breathing, Xiaos grip on the dress shirt tightening enough for blonde to feel how it pressed into his now damp from light layer of sweat skin.
A pop.
Xiao reacts and falls to his knees at the mere sound of that button popping. Albedo sucks a breath in, shifting more of his weight on the wood behind him in order to restore his balance. He gapes at what he's witnessing, barely believing his very two eyes.
Xiao let's out a restrained whimper, hastily discarding battered gloves off to the side, revealing dark at the tips fingers with unnaturally sharp nails. Alchemist's fingers dug deeper in the wood, there's a raw urge to feel those hands either with his own, or on his skin. He even optioned voicing his desires, both of them vaguely understanding that this is far from a wound checkup. Dark haired male doesn't need an invitation, he hurriedly hoists Albedo's leg on his shoulder barely missing from impaling it on the shoulder accessory. The weight of it felt good, Albedo raises his shoulders, as if hiding from the world from such a lewd spread of his legs. It's humiliating, for the fact that his body reacted so positively alone.
Xiao's hand wraps around the outer side of inviting thigh, fingers dipping under the shorts and hiking them up further, wrinkling fabric. Warrior's jaw aches, only one thought taking over all of his body. Want. Filthy want. Opening his mouth, Xiao reveals sharp canines before they sink in the flesh greedily sucking in soft skin, folding the fat beneath. Albedo yelps, hands finally flying to teal locks and grabbing fistfuls of it in embarrassment.
"That's -"
Kreideprinze catches his bottom lip between teeth, nipping on it from how erotic it looked to have a mighty adeptus, on his knees, worshipping him like a god. He hears how teeth rip stockings from the pressure, cold fingers joining in to rip them even further, making space for warm, moist tongue to slip in between. Albedo's knee presses against Xiaos pointy ears feeling just how warm it is in contrast with icy hands.
"Xiao hold up..ah-"
He's ranting something, blurry pleas as yaksha drags tongue over the bite that turned angry red from sucking. Thin threads of saliva connect his tongue and abused flesh. He bites again, stockings mockingly ripping further, to the point where tears travel lower beneath the boot. Albedo whimpers, the sole of his foot digging in dirt to hold out this mess. He's red. And Xiaos hot, moist breathing on wet from spit flesh turns him on so bad. And it makes him flush harder.
He's wet. Not just from spit. Albedo can feel it. And having adeptus fondling his thighs did little to help the situation. He slips out a breathy moan, skin covering in goosebumps as Alatus rips stockings on his other leg, nails catching the fabric and pulling on it, wrapping around his first to rip it as if Albedo is some sort of a slut to take. There it is, a buck of alchemists hips because he no longer can stand this. Yakshas dazed face parts from another bite, gaze travelling upwards to obviously crowded shorts. Despite them concealing it rather well, it wasn't hard to tell that male's tongue is needed higher.
Like an approaching predator, Xiao moves upwards rising further on his knees. Hands sliding up to squirmy hips.
"Please forgive me I -"
Albedo hides the bottom of his face as the pitiful excuse of to why he's solidly hard dies down on his tongue one Xiaos drags over his zipper. Up and up, until he's licking his happy trail. Tongue dipping in bellybutton and catching flesh with sharp teeth to pull on. Tease. Nip. Albedo trembles, body jerking and jumping with tense muscles rolling beneath flushed skin at any little attention. He's gasping for air, whimpering from shame. Desire. His eyelashes get wet, just as the inside of his pants from how needy he is. How tight everything down the waist feels. Alchemist feels the chilly breeze on wet trails of spit yaksha is leaving on him.
"Show me how you like it."
Xiao sounds even more gone than Albedo. He's not stopping, yanking at the tight shorts and ripping zipper apart as if Albedo is his most desired candy. Chef alchemist bites down on the tips of his fingers, pulling glove out in a puriful attempt to have a moment of dignity.
But how much of it is left with how drenched his underwear got? Soaked in cum, his underwear clung to him, tenting see through stockings and staining in almost transparent cum.
"Please don't look, this is so embarrassing ah- ah-!"
Albedo's light hair bounced as he doubled over, hands wrapping around Xiaos head as he hovered over the yaksha, mouth open with him breathing like a wounded animal. His leg bent at knee almost giving out from the spasm of pleasure. Albedo salivated, some of it hanging off his lips and dropping somewhere in the dirt as he fisted dark hair with bare hands. Similar diamond shaped marks glowing in delight of hot mouth sucking on the fabric. Then snapping the elastic of his underwear and stockings to free heavy, leaking excitement.
"Please -! Not-- here.."
Albedo hiccuped feeling how tears gathered in his eyes. So hot. He felt how hot and moist mouth took him in, slurping on the flushed flesh , making lewd squelching noises with each jerk. Albedo couldn't keep his voice down, or stay still. Hips bucking forward to fuck deeper into smooth mouth, he felt like an animal in heat wanting a release of these sweet, pulling him apart confines. His cock jumped at the deep throaty noises Xiao occasionally made swallowing even deeper.
Albedo is crying, crying from how good it felt. Barely having time to swallow himself from how snug the mouth felt. The texture of shaggy tongue massaging beneath it, tracing throbbing veins. He's pulsing, jumping and leaking all over. There's a tap on his hip, and Albedo suddenly understanding that he's shamelessly deep fucking Xiaos throat on his own, holding other in place with hands and his leg. Alchemist straightens his back a bit, enough to look down and he chokes on spit again.
Xiaos eyes are dark, blown wide pupils staring up at the star beneath others bellybutton in daze. Face dirty with come, leaking down on his neck in a mix of spit. He looks up at Albedo and moves back with a wet squelch having more cum dripping out of his mouth. He grabs Albedo's hot, stained in spit cock, giving the tip shallow licks to gather come and repeats again.
"Show me."
Yaksha reaches for hand in his hair and brings it down with his, Albedo feels how a jolt of hot desire goes through his spine. Finally he catches up, once again twitching and staining Xiaos nose this time . God, he wanted to come . Come all over the face, inside the hot, obedient mouth and fill it up. He feels more of tears dripping down his face, overstimulation making his legs feel fake. Yet he grabs himself, just as obediently as Xiao.
"Good boy."
Albedo screws eyes shut at the praise, gentle fingers looping over his dripping flesh and hastily jerking it off whilst Xiaos mouth full of thick saliva and cum opens to take the tip in, sucking on it and not going further down. Albedo hiccups, trembling and crying, ears burning at the wet noises of him fisting himself in warm mouth until he feels a rather solid slap on his thigh over the bleeding bites. He comes. Hard, all over. Mostly inside the mouth that finally takes him in to the root, moving hand aside that soon gets places on top of others head, staining it. Albedo rocks himself in the heat, watching how Xiaos throat bobbed swallowing all what he milked out of the other. Slumping over the yaksha, Albedo finally sets his foot on the ground, tumbling down right on Xiaos lap that easily caught him. He doesn't even mind the lewd exposure of his private parts to the other. They breathe heavily, with Xiaos tongue gliding over the pale face to collect tears.
Perhaps they do have some things to discuss in private.