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As the Iudex of Fontaine, he was present at all trials that took place in the nation of Hydro. It was for that reason that he knew immediately when a head of fiery hair started appearing at the public hearings. (And if the hair wasn’t enough, the writhing, immense Hydro energy he could sense would have told him who exactly had stepped foot into the Opera Epiclese.) It was easy to assume why the Tsaritsa’s lapdog would be here, but without judgment to be given for an act performed in Fontaine’s borders, Neuvillette had no interest in the Eleventh. (Not even when Neuvillette caught himself staring and dull blue eyes finally looked back from far, far below.)
It was uncommon for him to seek out the pleasantries that the people of Fontaine so loved - Neuvillette stayed plenty busy without watching the people in their acts of art. And yet, occasionally when he found the time, he would go down to a theatre and watch from the shadows; it was good to see how the mortals of Fontaine changed throughout the years. It was with this reasoning that he sought out a theatre on a whim, only to watch in silence as the young vanguard of the Tsaritsa performed as if he was born to live on the stage.
This was the closest Neuvillette had been to the Eleventh, giving him the ability to finally take in the details of the young man: unruly ginger hair, long eyelashes, a firm physique and those ocean blue eyes devoid of light. Even surrounded by the whimsical people of the Hydro nation, the Harbinger stood out like a spectacle. Perhaps in another nation, that would have isolated him, but here in Fontaine, it drew people to him like a magnet. His performance was splendid, enough to have requests that he return tomorrow, and with a laugh the Eleventh promised that he would be back. He bowed to his audience, but as he straightened out, his eyes met Neuvillette’s through the dark shadows of the catwalk.
Neuvillette pointedly turned away, deciding that he would not be returning to this theatre again. (He did.)
. . .
It only took a few days for the routine to begin. Trials in the morning, a break, trials in the afternoon, evening meetings, and then he was off, following that chaotic trail of elemental energy to the newest theatre of the night. Neuvillette was more than just the Chief Justice, and it was his duty to keep an eye over the citizens of Fontaine and any dangers to them. That was the only reason why he was trailing the Harbinger (or so he told himself). Each performance had the man playing a different role: a humble farmer, a sly thief, a greedy salesman, an honorable warrior - all with a change of wardrobe that he wore so well. (He refused to think about the fact that a mortal hasn’t interested him this long in decades.)
This night, the Eleventh was playing a gullible Fontaine businessman, dressed up in the finest of fabrics. The dark suit looked striking on him. The play ran late into the night, and though the applause after the performance was grand - the Harbinger had collected a multitude of fans during his short stay so far - the people dispersed quickly, and soon the theatre was left with but a few employees to clean and close up. Neuvillette stood above, hidden by the looming shadows of the grand building, watching the fiery haired man’s every move. He stayed until the end, moving around props that would take two people with ease and laughing with the crew. Soon, the lights were dimmed and the stage was shrouded in near darkness as the last employee left.
It was no surprise when that whirlpool of Hydro energy appeared behind him, an almost suffocating pressure that lacked any threat.
“Have you been enjoying the shows?”
The Eleventh’s voice was teasing and relaxed as he came up to lean against the rail beside Neuvillette. While the Chief Justice stood straight facing the stage, the Harbinger was lax, lower back pressed into the railing with his arms crossed, turned away from the platform where he had performed earlier. The distance between them was much too close for two strangers, but not yet close enough to be invasive or threatening.
“I know you old dragons enjoy your shows; hopefully I was able to live up to your expectations.”
Ridiculous small talk coming from a man who attempted to tear a city apart, who is here to likely try the same again, and yet -
“Adequate,” was all Neuvillette said, bringing his eyes to the Eleventh. Those dark blues that seemed to avoid all reflections of light stared back at him, neutral. The silence that followed was deafening - not even the bugs sang into the night.
The Harbinger blinked, arms unfolding slowly. "That's truly a shame. Would you allow me the honor of a second performance? Perhaps I can change your mind." The man straightened up, holding Neuvillette's gaze evenly. The Chief Justice said nothing - not when the Harbinger stepped forward into his space, hands coming up slowly, not even when the man pressed him backwards, holding him against the wall with a gentleness that didn't befit him.
Their breaths were hot against each other, faces close. Neuvillette could feel the heat from the man's body, unnaturally warm for a human. The Eleventh laid a hand on his collarbone, running it up his neck and grasping his face so that Neuvillette looked up at him firmly.
"Tell me now," the Harbinger slipped a finger under Neuvillette's tight collar, tugging, "if you don't want this."
Neuvillette stayed silent.
It was so easy to let the Eleventh loosen his blouse and pull down the ruffled fabric, so easy to let the man press him firmly against the wall and mouth at his neck, his hot tongue and stinging nips leaving Neuvillette feeling vulnerable. That sharp mouth was quick to find his horns, a hand pressing Neuvillette's head to the side as he lapped at the sensitive appendage. Neuvillette keened low in his throat, rolling his head back further as his hips jerked in response.
It should have been embarrassing, how easily the Harbinger slipped below his layers of clothing and got his trousers down to his ankles. It should have been humiliating to have the Eleventh spread his legs, cooing into his ear about "How eager, has it been a while since someone has last touched you like this?" (it has) as his deft fingers gently opened him up, aided by the very element Neuvillette had sovereignty over. Instead, Neuvillette readily accepted it all with bated breath, excitement licking flames into his gut. The Harbinger tugged on a leg until it came loose from his trousers, hitching it up against his hip, spreading Neuvillette open further. A sound escaped his throat, breathy and lewd.
It took only a moment for the Eleventh to replace his fingers with the head of his cock instead, searing hot against the tight rim of his hole. He pressed the tip in and it was enough to have Neuvillette let out a quiet rumble of a breath, his head dizzy with desire. The Harbinger huffed against his neck, body bearing down against Neuvillette's harder as he pushed in deeper.
Neuvillette couldn't stop the sighed "oh" that left him as the Eleventh filled him up, his leg pressed firmly to the man's side. Like this, the Harbinger had access to go as deep as possible, which is exactly what he did. He gave Neuvillette about ten seconds to adjust before he was giving him good, solid thrusts, long strokes that just fucked Neuvillette so perfectly.
The noises the Chief Justice tried to restrain slipped out as the Harbinger speared him again and again. (How unsightly he must have appeared, cheeks flushed because of this human that served another god, spread on his cock willingly.) Neuvillette huffed heavily into the air, the slick sounds of the Eleventh’s cock sliding in and out loudly echoing in the empty theatre. His own grunted moans were an accompaniment to this performance.
“So hot and tight,” the Harbinger breathed against the sensitive skin of his neck, tongue licking wide strokes across the muscle found there. His pounding quickly turned ruthless once he found the best spot to make Neuvillette moan out loud.
“Oh - oh,” Neuvillette exhaled, hands like vices on the man’s strong arms. He was filled with heat, a wave of pleasure that spiked up and made his stomach roll until - until -
“Ah - ”
Neuvillette's head rang and he came fast and hard. That firm cock continued pressing into his spasming hole, milking his orgasm to the point of stinging pleasure. From the corner of his squinted eyes, he could see the soft glow of his horns reflecting against the wall (how utterly embarrassing). The Eleventh kept fucking, breaths low and heavy, going and going and Neuvillette couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much
The Eleventh exhaled sharply into Neuvillette's neck, pulling out and sliding his cock into the crease between the Chief Justice's own now-flaccid length and thigh. Hot cum spilled against Neuvillette's abdomen as the Harbinger fucked against his body, his moan high and breathy, almost like a whine. The man held him in place as he came down, languidly smearing his cum with the thrusts of his cock. Neuvillette watched with a lazy gaze, content to let the Harbinger do as he pleased for now.
It wasn’t long until the Eleventh lowered his leg once more (gentle, so gentle for such a savage being), pulling away to stare down at the work he left on Neuvillette’s body. The Chief Justice stared back at the man with lidded eyes, watching as he tucked his cock back into his trousers.
"And now?" The Harbinger questioned, smoothing his suit out and eyeing Neuvillette through long lashes. The Chief Justice straightened his body up, ignoring the cool wetness of the Harbinger's cum on his skin. His body thrummed with a delightful satisfaction.
"Adequate."
The Eleventh threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing in the empty theatre. "I see. Then I will have to return for a grand finale." The man grinned at him cheekily, a wink tossed over his shoulder as he turned away. "Until next time." He slid into the shadows like it was second nature, his elemental energy gone in an instant. Neuvillette took a minute before moving to compose himself.
He was not eager to see what antics the Harbinger would bring to Fontaine and how his next performance would rile Lady Furina up. (He was.)