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You've just now started to realize the implications of having a member of the Knights of Favonius visiting your house near-nightly.
The first few times, it was easy enough to pass off false excuses to your overly inquisitive neighbors.
Oh, it's just an investigation…
Something work-related, you know, record-keeping and the like...
Vice Captain Lohen just needs some assistance with paperwork, and I offered to help with everyone being out of office. Really, nothing important.
Passing your encounters off as boring work-related occurrences was enough to keep them from prying further, as most people don't want to be roped into internal affairs provided there is no juicy gossip to be heard.
And then Lohen started appearing more frequently in your quiet little corner of Mondstadt at increasingly odd hours, making it even more difficult on your end to explain things on the very high chance that one of your neighbors happened to be out and about.
One P.M.- fine, that could very well be his lunch break. Wouldn't be far-fetched to say he was picking something up from your home.
Six P.M.- After-work drinks? That implies you're as close as coworkers, and your fields don't exactly overlap much for that to make much sense. It could easily be misconstrued as a date..
Eleven fifty-four P.M. and covered in blood- Well, it isn't uncommon for members of the knights to do their evening patrol in the lesser populated areas of—
Hang on. Eleven fifty four P.M. and covered in blood? Blood that almost certainly doesn't belong to him… if your neighbors were to see this, then there's no way you'd be able to come up with a semi-believable explanation.
Maybe it's your own fault for getting tangled up with the man in the first place, you think to yourself as you hurry to your front door. Maybe you should've never regaled his eccentric nature by holding a conversation when he first made his appearance at Mondstadt's branch of the Adventurer's Guild. You could've chosen to ignore the letters he sent you during his leave in Nod-Krai. You should've dropped all communication when he returned and left it at that- a fleeting what-if that never went beyond acquaintance, if for nothing more than professionalism.
Could've, would've, should've. The moment has long since passed anyways, and even if it didn't, there's no guarantee you wouldn't be in a similar situation, staring at the Vice Captain on your porch, the slight breeze being the only indication that time hasn't suddenly frozen.
He stares back at you for a good few moments. Compared to your put-together appearance, he looks…
Well, he looks like Lohen. Minty-green hair blown all sorts of directions from the wind, sweat (and some poor creature's blood) keeping his front most bangs glued into thick strands. Dried blood on his uniform, some mixture of brown hair and- you guessed it, more blood, on the palm of his left glove. And of course, the crowning jewel- that devilish smirk that extends to those dark, seemingly lifeless eyes.
If you weren't familiar with Lohen, you would've assumed the person standing before you was here to slit your throat and leave you to bleed out here on some hitman-for-hire-esque job.
Instead, he simply wipes the soiled glove on his trousers and finally breaks the silence.
"Aren't you going to let me in? Or do I not have that right anymore?"
Your lips press together in a frown that's more annoyance than actual upset, and you draw in a breath.
"It's not as if me turning you down would make an actual difference. Get inside before my neighbors see you and start asking questions."
You step back and to the side, gesturing to your foyer. An amused chuckle comes from his person as he stops to wipe the soles of his boots on your worn welcome mat before he enters.
Thank Barbatos he finally learned manners. The last few times he's visited, he left your floors with with some nice mementos from his recent "hunts", which were agonizing to try and clean up.
You let him settle in on your couch before questioning him.
"Why are you here, anyhow? Last I checked, knights are supposed to refrain from entering civilian homes after midnight unless it's an emergency. And you don't exactly look like you're in dire straits."
"Since when were you such a stickler for the rules? And technically," he stands, striding over to your kitchen, "I entered your home prior to midnight. Eleven fifty nine P.M., thirty-two seconds to midnight. Even if that rule were heavily enforced– which it isn't, I'm sure you're just thrilled to hear– my behavior and actions are still in-line with said rule."
"You're absolutely insufferable," you said, rolling your eyes as he poked around your pantry and cupboards. After a few minutes, he does eventually tire of prodding and re-enters the living room, standing across from you with his arms crossed.
"I did come here for something else, I'll admit. Willing to help an old friend with a little issue?"
Your gaze travels from his face, downwards, then back up again. You're tempted to say no, to tell him to leave, but something deep inside you seems to reject that line of thought entirely. "Helping" Lohen almost certainly entails trouble if not a near-death experience, and yet there's an excited flame in the pit of your stomach that won't be extinguished until you take him up on his offer.
"…Fine. What do you need?"
It didn't exactly occur to you that a "little issue" could refer to Lohen's inability to control his adrenaline post-combat and how he might need a little release. Sure, in the past you had no issue hooking up with the Vice Captain, but never before has he been so…
Intense.
Lohen's chest rises and falls with each moment he spends above you, those intense eyes boring into yours. One hand wraps around your wrist, the other clutching a knife that he holds up against your other wrist, keeping you pressed into the bed.
Your breath catches in your chest when he raises the blade to your chin, using the sharp edge to tilt your head upwards. He feels your pulse quicken in your wrist, notices the goosebumps raised on your skin and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face.
"Look at that," he croons, dragging the tip of the blade down your throat to your collarbone. "You're pretty scared, but you're still trying to stay composed. Worried I'm going to hurt you?"
You hesitate, then exhale your answer as quickly as possible.
"A little. Your reputation precedes you."
"Aha.. You're smarter than most of the knights."
He shifts his position slightly, bringing one knee up between your legs to ease them apart.
"But I promise not to rough you up too badly. It'll be more enjoyable for us both if you relax. And if you're still worried about this hurting like hell.."
He trails off, switching the knife to the hand circled around your wrist so he can pull a vial filled with amber-colored liquid from his belt. Once he gets a grip on it, he waves it in front of your face.
"I've got some venom to numb things. Just say the word and I'll make the pain less intense, if that's what you want."
"You're not seriously suggesting poisoning me with Archons knows what just so you can get off?"
"So we can get off. You're pretty judgemental for a member of the Adventurer's Guild. Shouldn't you be more open-minded?" He teases, taking the cap off the vial before drenching the blade in the venom, chuckling as you jerk to the side to avoid any stray drops of the solution.
"Doesn't mean I've actually done the exploring."
Lohen sits back on his haunches, the smile on his face starting to look more deranged than usual. He switches the knife back to his right hand, digging the tip into the palm of your right hand.
"First time for everything, right?"
A harsh gasp comes from your lips, your fingers reflexively curling inwards. The initial pain is sharp, but brief, the sensation fading from a prick to a dull tingle due to the potent venom mixing into the thin cut he's etched into your palm.
"L-Lohen, fuck," you groan, biting on your lower lip as tears spring in the corners of your eyes. His thumb rubs back and forth across the slit until it's coated in your blood. He raises his thumb to your lips, prying your mouth open with his index finger. He settles his thumb between your teeth, poised right above your tongue.
"Taste yourself," he commands, waiting for you to lick the blood off of his glove.
Your eyes meet his briefly while you clean his glove. Once he's satisfied (and once your tongue has gone slightly numb from the venom you ended up ingesting) he pulls his thumb free and gives you an affectionate pat on the cheek.
"Good job, sweetheart. That wasn't so bad, huh? Think you can take a little more?" He murmurs, finally releasing his grip on your wrist to reach down and rub your thigh.
You flex your now-free hand a few times, working to get rid of the pins and needles. A wince from your person and a weak whimper of agreement is all the Vice Captain needs before that knife is digging into the plump flesh of your thigh.
"GOD FFFUCKING…Damn it, Lohen!" You hiss in agony, voice tapering off after the initial cut and sub-sequential knee-jerk from your person. Your vision goes blurry for a few seconds before you finally can focus again, your heart pounding in your ears, lungs only capable of drawing shallow breaths at the moment.
"Hnnhh… you.. you really could have warned me.. that you were going to do that."
Head falling back against the pillow, you let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking downwards to watch Lohen lay flat on his stomach, his hands grasping your hips and pulling you closer. He raises your hips closer to his mouth and starts to lap at the blood that dribbles down your thigh.
"What are you doing..? You're gonna end up numbing yourself off the venom..." you mumble, threading your fingers through his hair, pushing his head back and away from your wound.
In retaliation, he bites down and sucks more blood out, licking over the laceration until no more blood drips from it. When he pulls away, you catch a glimpse of your blood and his saliva mixed into a soft pink on his lips, which he salaciously licks away shortly after.
"As if," he scoffs, moving again so that he's caging you in on the bed, "I test all the poisons I purchase myself by taking small doses until I build immunity."
You'd be surprised at the revelation, but this is Lohen we're talking about. The same Lohen who takes joy in hunting down and beating his enemies past submission, the same Lohen who just cut you with a venom-coated knife. Sadism was already present, so masochism should have been a given.
"Of course you do," you mutter, half of your body still numbed. Hopefully you haven't suffered some sort of nerve damage..
Lohen shifts most of his weight to his left hand, which remains planted next to your head while his right hand hastily unbuckles his belt and loosens his pants. After a bit of shuffling, he frees his stiff cock from his underwear, a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. He squeezes the base and languidly strokes himself to the tip, using his thumb to smear the pre into his tender flesh.
Shuddering, he closes his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself, before his gaze falls on you again. Without further hesitation, he unzips your pants and tugs them off of your legs, then returns to your underwear, slipping his thumbs into the waistband before almost ripping those off.
"What a sight," he muses, hand traveling lower to tease you and spread your arousal between your legs. Lohen watches you squirm and grind against the palm of his hand for a while before he pulls away.
"If you want me that badly, just say it." He teases, as if he weren't the one to suggest being intimate in the first place.
"III… I don't.. hnh—" you stammer, your sentence reduced to a throaty whimper when he gives you another teasing stroke.
"Ahh, out with it. You're taking too long, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you need me inside you."
Warmth rises to your cheeks. You don't want to admit that you're desperate for the feeling of Lohen's cock buried deep inside you, dragging rough and slow against your walls, but the desire burning deep in your body is being driven crazy by his relentless teasing.
"Fuck, Lohen, please… please make me feel good," you manage to choke out. Satisfied with your submission, he takes his hand away and replaces it with his cock, slapping the tip against your entrance. You're almost tempted to beg again when he suddenly pushes his full length inside you, forcing a breathy gasp into your lungs.
Lohen's hips set a rough pace as he pounds into you, his hands pushing your thighs apart so that you can take him deeper. The sound of your coupling starts to fill the air, supplemented by your moans and Lohen's throaty grunts. His thrusts stutter for a second before he digs his fingers into your hips, pulling you closer.
"You're taking me really, really well," he praises, emphasizing the latter half of his words with harder, rougher thrusts. "Keep it up and maybe I'll touch you wherever you'd like."
His words flow in one ear and out the other, your mind hazy and slightly disoriented from the traces of venom still lingering in your body.
Lohen taps your cheek a few times, and when that doesn't get you to respond he slaps you hard enough to leave a mark. When you yelp in pain, he gives your now-bruised cheek a more gentle pat.
"There we are. Was worried I lost you for a second there..That venom in your body is probably messing with your head pretty bad, huh?"
Lohen thrusts harder, the tip of his cock dragging against your walls and making your vision blur. When your head starts to feel fuzzy, you're almost immediately brought back by the feeling of warm, strong hands wrapped around your neck, stealing the air from your lungs. Instinctively, your hands fly upwards to pull his hands away, but he shakes his head, the pressure on your windpipe feeling crushing. You kick your legs and desperately pry at his fingers again, and only then does he loosen his grip just enough for you to breathe again.
Hot tears spring to the corners of your eyes as sweet air fills your lungs again, desperately gasping for air that feels like it's constantly escaping you.
It feels odd to admit, but you enjoyed that probably more than you should have, and thankfully Lohen hasn't completely removed his hands from your neck either.
"Nngh, fuck.. surprised you're still holding on. T-ttthought you would've- ah- given out much earlier," Lohen grunts into your ear, thrusts becoming much more erratic as he draws closer to his inevitable orgasm.
Leaning in to kiss you, his body is pressed up against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to lick into your mouth until the both of you are breathless.
A thin strand of saliva connects your mouths before it snaps. He licks his lips in satisfaction, rubbing the corner of your mouth then patting twice.
"Open your mouth for me," he commands, his thumb and index finger holding onto your tongue. When you comply, he leans in and spits in your mouth, then closes your mouth for you.
"Swallow."
He waits for you to swallow, then continues to thrust into you, chasing after his orgasm.
"You're ssssooo good to m-me, fuck.. I t-think I'm gonna cum.." he shudders, lifting your hips off the bed as he fucks into you. The bed frame creaks from his desperate pounding, his hold on your body progressively becoming more intense.
"You're ah… you're gonna l-let me cum in you, right? You're pathetic enough to let me spit in your mouth, so surely.."
Lohen's cock swells inside you, the first spurts of his seed spilling inside you. He gathers you closer as he finally empties his load deep inside you, another groan tearing from his throat. His warm seed drips down your thighs, pooling onto the now sweat-scented sheets.
"God, haah.. huff… how's that head of yours feeling? Still foggy from the poison?"
Your tongue feels heavy against the roof of your mouth, and the numbness in your body has mostly faded. A headache is starting to form, and your brain feels like it might explode. After a minute of what feels like getting electrocuted by a small electro slime, you reply.
"..Yeah. I feel… alive, though. I suppose it could be worse."
"The sex, or..?"
"Being poisoned."
Lohen snickers in response, laying on his side next to you.
"You get used to it. Maybe next time, I'll stick you with something stronger."
You can't help the worried expression that colors your face. Lohen's idea of something stronger might just kill you, and that's the best case scenario. Unfortunately for you, the Vice Captain is already raring to go at the idea.