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Lohen was just making his way to the Grandmaster office, to drop the paperwork and leave.
When he entered though, he saw Mika—who was waving at him with a nervous but gentle smile—and the idea went down the gutters. He ignored the confused look Varka gave him as he dropped the paperwork without a word and walked towards Mika.
He immediately slid his arm onto Mika’s chair, smirking as he leaned closer to his face. “Watcha doing, birdie?”
Mika jumped in shock at the closeness, “V-vice captain!” he instinctively brought the book closer to his face. “U-uhm, I'm reviewing t-the notes I made during the expedition.” He stuttered. Lohen, being behind him, sees how the blond’s ears are turning red, perhaps embarrassed at the gesture.
Really, his little flinch is so cute.
Makes him want to tease him even more.
“Oooh~ I wanna see! Lemme take a look….” He said, pulling the book off Mika’s face by the spine. His eyes scanned the page, his smirk never wavering.
Until he gets to a specific point.
“The temple of Silence is an ancient temple formed by the followers of the ancient sages of Sumeru."
It's interesting, sure, but it's not what he's focused on.
His eyes locked on a specific sentence.
“Their current leader’s name is Sethos. He can be described as playful, but he's also very kind. He helped me navigate the desert for my personal map, and we spent a lot of time together during my stay at Sumeru. We have been exchanging letters and he has been updating me on any changes within the Temple.”
Lohen raised a brow, “Temple of Silence leader?” He asked in curiosity. Mika opened his mouth to answer.
Varka, who was not even part of the conversation, perked up. “Ah, don't that sound familiar!” He chimes in, accidentally cutting Mika off. “Great kid! Sure knows how to liven things up! He made sure everyone felt comfortable, and made himself comfortable around us. Especially with Mika.” He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.
“...G-grandmaster!” he tried, voice small, a bit shy at the story, but Varka was already in full storytelling mode.
“Oh, you should’ve seen them,” Varka went on, grinning as he crossed his arms. “Always together during the Sumeru expedition. Sethos would pop up out of nowhere, and Mika here would—”
Suddenly a sharp sound echoed through the room.
Mika flinched instinctively, shoulders tensing as he turned his head slightly. Lohen’s hand was still on the book, fingers curled a little too tight against the spine.
“…Vice captain?” Mika’s voice came out quieter than before.
Lohen didn’t answer immediately.
His eyes were still on the page.
Still on that name.
For a moment, the usual lazy smirk he wore so easily…wasn’t there.
And then it returned, with something sinister behind them.
“Color me surprised, I didn't expect you to make any close acquaintances. The one time I wasn't present at that.” He hummed.
Before Mika got to ask what he meant, he gasped as his chair was pulled back, making a loud screeching sound as it got forcibly dragged back. Lohen stood in front of him, slowly looming over Mika’s sitting figure.
Mika yelped when Lohen slammed his hands on the armrests of the chair.
“You didn’t go and give your heart to someone else too, did you?” He asked, head lowered. His red eyes glowing even as his bangs cast shadow over his face.
Mika quickly shakes his head. “N-nope! I didn't!” He stammered out.
Lohen tilted his head slightly, though his expression didn't change.
“Is that so?” his voice dropped, slightly quieter than before.
Behind them, Varka let out an awkward cough. “Ah… well! I’ll, uh… leave you two to it!” he said, already backing toward the door like a man who valued his life, before bolting right out of the room. The door closed with a loud, resounding click.
Well, he probably wants an excuse to ditch work anyway, it's a win-win. Lohen didn't pay any attention to their grandmaster's exit, though.
Silence fills the air for what feels like forever as neither of them said anything.
Mika, flustered, lowered his head. Avoiding eye contact. “Vice captain I–” he didn't get to finish what he's about to say when one of Lohen’s hands came up to grab Mika’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his eyes again.
His smile returned.
Sharp. Possessive.
“Guess I’ll just have to make sure you remember,” he said lightly, though his eyes said anything but, “who’s the one you should be paying attention to.”
He released Mika’s chin.
Only to let his fingers trail down slowly, deliberately, along his neck.
“Right, birdie?”
Mika froze.
The air in the grandmaster's office shifted.
Lohen’s hand lingered a moment too long near his collar, cold fingers hovering over the exposed part of his neck, before withdrawing his hand.
The smirk stayed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Then, suddenly, the chair screeched again, not pulled this time, but pushed back into place properly after Lohen stepped away from it entirely.
“Finish your notes,” he said, already turning toward the door.
Mika blinked, flustered by the sudden change in attitude. “Huh? V-vice captain, where are you going?”
“Work,” he replied simply. He paused when he reached the door. “Oh, and Mika?” He calls out, making Mika stiffen up again.
“Y-yes?” he answered nervously.
Lohen smirked, the one he usually has when he's thirsty for battle. Or, in this case, something else.
“Come to my quarters after you clock out.” He said, leaving no room for argument before exiting the office.
Mika blinks, before flushing red, one hand clutching his chest that's beating rapidly. The implications in Lohen's words are clear.
“Barbatos, have mercy.” he prayed.
He just hoped he could walk after tonight.
✧
Hours later, nighttime arrived, where everyone was either asleep or out for their night patrol.
But in one room, specifically Lohen’s, all you can hear are breathy moans and the sound of bed creaking.
“Lo–hen–” Mika gasped out, as Lohen thrust only got faster. His face pressed into the sheet, trying to contain his moans as he took Lohen from behind.
“Ah ah ah, no hiding your voice.” Lohen tutted, “I want to hear you, all of you.” He only stops for a second to flip Mika to his back, before thrusting again at a fast pace. Mika gasped, fist balling into the sheets. “S-low down-!” he begged.
And to his surprise, Lohen stopped moving entirely. “Slow, hm?” He chuckled, voice lower, “sure thing.”
The rapid thrusting slowed, and Mika felt relieved at the break. The relief doesn't last long, though. Lohen rolled his hips very slowly, traitorously so, making Mika suddenly feeling unsatisfied. He whined. Lohen hummed, “what's wrong?” He lowered his head, voice raspy as he whispered in Mika’s ear, “I did what you asked, didn't I?”
“You’re— being mean-!!” Mika’s face flush even redder, his eyes glassy with tears of frustration. Lohen feels himself shiver in excitement loving how sweet Mika cries when he's desperate. He licked his tears away, savouring the saltiness.
Just a bit more push.
He leaves a trail of wet kisses on Mika's neck, stopping a few times to suck hard on certain parts, leaving love bites on Mika's neck.
“I won't know what you want unless you tell me, darling.” He said, licking his lips as he rolled his hips unbearably slow. “What do you need?”
“I-I..” Mika stuttered, embarrassed to utter a word, but he managed to force himself. “Please-” he begged as his glassy eyes broke, and tears streamed down his face. “F-faster…!”
And with that, any ounce of self control left in Lohen snapped. He pulled himself out fully, leaving only the tip inside, and when Mika opened his mouth to say something else, he slammed his cock all the way in, receiving a loud, resounding moan from Mika that bounced through the walls.
(There's no doubt the rooms next to him will be able to hear it. Not that he cares.)
Lohen keeps a frenzied pace, turning Mika into a blubbering mess of moans and unintelligible words. Of course, despite that, he finds Mika extremely breathtaking. He captured Mika's mouth, easily slipping his tongue through as he feverishly devoured his mouth, his rapid pace never breaking, driven by Mika’s moans, wanting to make the boy moan louder
“Mhn?!” Mika gasped into Lohen's mouth as he felt Lohen’s grip on his thighs tighten, with the man bending his legs even more, reaching deeper inside him. His arms, wrapped around Lohen, tighten their hold as he moans into the kiss, nails raking Lohen's back.
Lohen finally broke off the kiss, letting Mika breathe, and was rewarded with Mika’s unrestricted moans. Mika had long forgotten about being quiet, and stopped holding back his voice.
“Just like that birdie,” Feeling Mika getting closer, Lohen leaned into Mika’s ear, his pace never slowing. “Let’s come together yeah? Think you can do that for me?” Lohen purred, knowing Mika is too far gone to probably understand. Chuckling at the blond’s fucked out face. He can feel himself getting close too, so he sped up his pace as humanly possible. “Coming–” he barely warns, snapping his hips as deep as possible. His hips stilled as he painted Mika’s walls white, at the same time as Mika came all over his stomach. He groaned in satisfaction after spilling every last drop inside the blond, watching gleefully as Mika shed tears of overstimulation.
They both pant heavily as they're recovering, Mika looking seconds away from losing consciousness. He sighed as he dropped onto the bed next to Mika. He pulled Mika into his arms, the latter tiredly snuggling into his warm embrace.
He gave a gentle peck on one of Mika's eyelids, smiling gently—which he rarely does, compared to his sadistic smiles— as he watched Mika’s eyelids close, his breath evening out.
He knew they should probably clean up, but instead, he decided to worry about it tomorrow.
He still didn't pull out, of course. Afterall, he planned to have one quick round in the morning before they clocked in.
He stared at Mika's sleeping face one last time, before pulling the latter closer in his embrace, slowly falling asleep himself. His hold tightened around him, as he mumbled one last word to the sleeping boy.
“Mine.”
✧
During the meeting the next day, if anyone noticed Mika standing or walking weirdly—somehow akin to a newborn deer— no one said anything. (Eula does, however, worriedly glanced at Mika, and not-so-subtly glared at Lohen.)
And if they see Lohen looking oddly content as he stays close to the blond? They still didn't mention anything. (Kaeya doesn't look any less amused, though.)
Especially not Varka, who might or might not be one of the only ones aware of what happened the night before.
(The poor knights whose room is right next to Lohen's, to name one)
“Barbatos, give me strength.”