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Kaeya is in over his head, which is not something he's used to. The cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius is usually prepared, usually pulling strings and planning and plotting before he even sets a foot into any situation or gets his own hands dirty.

But something has gone wrong. Clearly.

It started a few days ago. Kaeya hadn't felt right, but there was nothing he could really pin down as specifically wrong, so it was easy enough to shrug it off. Sure, he's feeling vaguely overheated, his thoughts too easily distracted, every little scent suddenly overwhelming. But he can still manage.

So when Jean asks that he go investigate some trouble in the ruins outside of the city, he really doesn't have a good reason not to agree. It should be fine. A simple trip really, though he does see the vague concern in the acting Grand Master's eyes at how distracted he seems. He pulls himself together to wave it off. And off he goes.

Now here he is, having found the root of the problems that Jean has sent him to. The source of the trouble is a band of treasure hoarders, ones that he has dealt with before. Tensions rise, and Kaeya should be able to handle this -- either through clever words or icy sword blows. It's nothing he hasn't overcome before. Except this time, he feels like he's losing his mind. And two of the treasure hoarders realize it, two alphas who have caught the very distinct scent of an omega in heat.

Kaeya, on the other hand, is still clueless. He's a beta, after all. When his peers had begun presenting, he never had, and had accepted what that meant for him. Honestly, it was simpler that way. Wasn't it? But here he is, sword in hand but not raised, one visible eye wide, pupil blown, face flushed, as he watches the men approach.

'Don't worry,', one of the men croons, 'We're more than happy to help. You're lucky you found us.'

A frown crosses Kaeya's face. That doesn't... sound right. But maybe he does need help. Hmm.

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There’s silence for a few moments as Diluc wraps his arms around him. “Me too.” He says at last. He and father had argued about it. It’s a city of freedom but the nobles have certain expectations.

He hadn’t given a damn. Now they won’t raise any objection. Kaeya is a well respected public figure.

He still wouldn’t care if they had. He is not above telling them what is and isn’t their business.

Diluc lets his hands slide down Kaeya’s back as he turns his head slightly to kiss Kaeya’s neck and drag his fangs over skin. “Help me get my pants off.”

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Kaeya smiles quietly, leaning into him with a contented sound that doesn't quite manage to be words. He knows the weight of Diluc's family name and their status and history in Mondstadt, and he knows he's very much a stranger who wandered into town with no name or no histroy. He has made a name for himself since then, but Knight or not, he's no noble.

The fact that Diluc has claimed him and wants him, that he's let Kaeya claim him in turn, is almost too good to be true. But here they are, and it is true, and Kaeya won't take it for granted.

He arches into that touch, shivering at the scrape of those fangs on his skin. "Gladly. I think they've very much overstayed their welcome." His fingers make short work of opening Diluc's pants, shifting enough to drag them down his legs, letting his hands roam up those strong legs once they're bared to him.

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He helps shove his pants completely off without moving Kaeya. There’s a soft thump as the pants follow the rest of their clothes to the floor. Diluc scrapes his fangs on Kaeya’s neck again. He presses his face against the marked scent glands with a low purr.

He turns his head to breathe in as he kisses his collar and aims to go lower. He wants to mark up Kaeya’s body until his claim is all over.

Diluc slides his hands over bare thighs as he sits up and draws Kaeya to him. He kisses the side of his neck, letting the scent of lamp grass and smoke flow. Marking Kaeya by scent yet again. No one will ever question who they belong to.

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Kaeya tilts his head to the side to bask a bit in that attention, murmuring a wordless little bit of encouragement for Diluc to continue, to do more.

The way Diluc's scent blooms around him has him cooing a soft, delighted sound. His own scent rises to twine with his alpha's -- he won't be the only one unmistakably claimed, especially after Diluc let Kaeya bite him, claim him that way.

He leans into the redhead and winds his arms around his neck. "Need you, Diluc. Please?" He may not be in heat anymore, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want the other man just as much. That'll never change.

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Kaeya’s scent winds with his own as he drags his tongue over his scent glands. His back meets the back of the couch as he settles. Warm arms slide around his neck and he draws back just enough to look Kaeya in the eye.

His heart thuds fast in his chest. Kaeya is here and he never wants to lose him. He had hurt him in the past. Diluc swallows as he leans in and presses their foreheads together. His hands slip under him, lifting him up enough that he can grasp himself.

He positions at his slick entrance, and slowly draws him down as he kisses his forehead, over his eyepatch, down his jaw. If he had to spend a lifetime showing Kaeya he accepts all that he is.

He’ll do it. The heat of him is like the first time all over again. His breath catches and he kisses his neck, nuzzling his scent glands again. His scent blooms around then, need and affection prompting a rub of his check over the already scarred glands. “Let me take care of you again, love.”

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Kaeya rises as Diluc lifts him, pliant and eager and all too willing to let the other man guide him. He doesn't bother to muffle the satisfied moan that slips out of him as he sinks down on Diluc's length, like he's been aching for him for ages. It's not all that far from the truth anyway.

His eye falls shut and he tilts his head at that kissing. He basks in the affection every time, and revels in the fact that he's allowed to return it. His arms wrap around Diluc, hands splaying against that strong, broad back.

Being called love nearly undoes him. Every time. His fingers curl, nails pressing into the skin of his back. He rolls his hips, not rising off Diluc so much as grinding own where he's already impaled on him. "Take care of me," he agrees. "Please?"

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He wraps his arm around him as he gently rocks his hips. Diluc raises his head and presses their foreheads together again. "Always." He promises as he tugs him down just as he gives a shallow thrust up into him. This isn't the hot and frantic coupling of the first time when Kaeya was lost in his heat.

He settles his hands on Kaeya's hips as he matches the roll of Kaeya's hip with gentle rocks of his own. The warmth of him in his arms. The eagerness. He presses a kiss to his forehead then claims his mouth as he purrs deep in his chest.

This has to be what people talk about in stories, making love. "Kaeya." He says his name softly, not asking for attention. Just heaping a little vocal affection on him.

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Kaeya's breath catches as Diluc thrusts inside him, settling into this slow, deliberate pace. It is worlds away from his heat -- though that was exquisite in its own way -- tender and gentle, and Kaeya feels so intensely loved that it threatens to steal his breath away entirely.

He leans into the kiss, arms winding tighter around Diluc as they move together, enjoying the feeling of each movement as he rides him.

A smile stretches across his face. "Diluc," he answers softly, saying his name just because he likes the shape of it on his lips. "Love you."

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"Love you too." He claims his mouth again but keeps the kiss tender. Some part of him wants to go faster, drive them both over the edge as quickly as possible. He controls that urge, holding Kaeya and letting the intimacy of the moment carry them away.

This is what they need. Moments like these to shed all the old hurts and just be. No sharp edges. Nothing but this.

He cups his face in his hands, murmuring his name again as he kisses him, again and again. Gentle brushes of their lips together make his purr grow louder.

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Kaeya purrs softly himself as he loses himself in the series of kisses, unhurried as he moves on Diluc -- though he can feel that building, increasing need in himself as well. He loves him, loves this.

Moments like this it hits him that they really are going to be all right.

His entire life he's carried the burden of being a traitor, the weight of the lies that were placed on his shoulders when eh was still a boy. But now, it's simpler, isn't it? He doesn't think he'd have been able to bring himself to betray Mondstadt. But now there is nothing that could turn him against Diluc, against their child. This is really and truly his home.

Kaeya's hands roam down over Diluc's chest, back up before Kaeya leans back to change the angle of his hips as he rides him, breath catching as he finds the angle he's looking for.

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He shifts his hands on Kaeya, moving one to brace against his back and let him relax. He speeds up a little, taking advantage of the new angle to really give it to him. He kisses his neck, dragging his tongue over his scent glands.

His. His Kaeya. Diluc drags his hand on Kaeya’s hip down over his thigh and back up. He rubs the skin with his thumb while he thrusts up into him. He pulls on him, aligning their rocking bodies to steady hit that spot.

He wants to hear Kaeya beg for it. They have a future and he wants to fill it with making Kaeya happy and feel as loved as he deserves.

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Kaeya doesn't muffle the sounds that spill from him as Diluc starts speeding up, crying out in encouragement as Diluc continues to move. He braces one hand against Diluc's thigh, his other tangling in that fiery red hair.

Diluc is taking him apart with each thrust inside him that has the need and pleasure building, a white-hot pressure at the base of his spine.

"Luc, yes. Like that." He's not too proud to beg for what he so desperately wants, especially when he knows that his mate will give it to him. "Please? Harder. Wreck me. I need it."

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He ducks his head a little to share air with him. Kaeya's begging undoes something in him. Despite all his resistance to baser instincts, he is an Alpha and his mate needs him. A growl rumbles in his chest. He speeds up, pulling Kaeya down onto him as he turns his head and digs a fang into his scent glands. "I've got you."

He can feel the pleasure flowing through him, setting him on fire. Diluc grips Kaeya's hips as he tips him a little to really hammer into him. He stops thinking like a person. He's just an Alpha giving his mate everything he needs. He drops his head to bite at his neck and chest with low growls.

"Like that?"

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Kaeya cries out, the combination of Diluc moving faster, pulling him down and driving so deep inside and the pressure of that wickedly sharp fang at his neck is deliciously too much. His hands law for purchase, gripping at Diluc's shoulders now.

And now that he's started he can't seem to keep himself quiet, keening in wordless pleasured sounds interspersed with Diluc's name, with each jolt of Diluc's cock thrusting inside him.

"Yes, Luc. Fuck. Just like that. Don't stop. Need you, love you, beautiful, Alpha." The words are just spilling out of him. Apparently Diluc reducing him to a mess of moans and pleas just on the edge of coherence isn't just an artifact of his heat; it's just what being with Diluc does to him.

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It does a lot for an Alpha’s ego to see their mate reduced so. It tears the last of his reason away when it’s Diluc Ragnvindr. He bites Kaeya’s neck as he fucks into him, his knot catching on his rim.

He thrusts into him, taking shallower but still punishing snaps of his hips as the knot locks them together. He has to fight with himself not to make the claiming bite all over again. But Kaeya will have more love bites on his neck. It only takes a few more thrusts before Diluc buries his face against Kaeya’s chest, sinking his teeth into the pec as he spills inside him.

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Kaeya keens as Diluc's knot is driven inside. This, yes. It's what he needs, what every ounce of him is crying out for. Sex with Diluc has a way of stripping everything else in the world away until it's only them, the pleasure emotional as much as physical.

He moves against him, head falling back at the sharp feeling of those teeth at his neck. He's so close to his climax, but he wants to hold out, wants to know that his mate has found his release first.

And when Diluc does, Kaeya lets go. One hand fists into Diluc's hair and he grinds his hips down against him still moving on him as he comes, head falling forward to rest against the other man's. "Mmm..." A lazy, pleased hum as he still shivers intermittently in the aftermath. "Luc.."

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He rocks his hips, slowing down as Kaeya lets go. His stomach is painted with his lover’s release and he purrs. This is exactly what he needs. It’s moments like this that let him work out all the things he presses down. What they both do.

Diluc leans forward and catches Kaeya in a soft kiss, barely brushing their lips together. He slows until there’s just the gentle sway of their bodies moving together. Then he stops as sweat runs down his chest. “Kaeya.” His voice is low and rough, almost gravel in his throat. Without his walls the dragon is out.

He presses a kiss to the side of his face then sighs. “We need another bath.” He says as he runs a hand down Kaeya’s back.

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They really do need this. Kaeya thinks it too. Somehow, for all that he's always had something of a silver tongue when he wants, and he talks himself into and out of trouble all too often, it's still easier to communicate about this with actions than it is in words.

How could he possibly manage to reduce to a sentence just how desperately he needs Diluc, more than he needs paltry things like air or water. How to express that he loves him so deeply that sometimes it's frightening?

So he just smiles and turns to nuzzle at Diluc's cheek, a soft chuckle bubbling its way lazily past his lips. "Oh no, a hot bath. However shall we manage with such hardship." Kaeya is also in love with that bathtub. Shh.

His hands move in absentminded circles over the sweat-damp skin of Diluc's back.

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“I’m sure you’ll manage.” Diluc says as he gathers him up and stands up. His knot locks them together and as long as he doesn’t move Kaeya too much he doesn’t have to hiss in discomfort.

Getting to the bathroom is still a chore. He doesn’t mind it. He sits them down beside the tub and sets to filling it. The heated water fills the space until the water reflects the ceiling.

Diluc climbs in, holding Kaeya to him. His breath leaves in a rush as the heat does its work. His fingers run through Kaeya’s hair and over his back.

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Kaeya squawks in surprise as Diluc simply stands with the two of them still tied together. His wraps his legs tightly around the other man's hips before laughing. "Somehow I will, yes." And then as he wraps his arms around Diluc's shoulders and leans in to press his face to Diluc's neck, nibbling at the claiming mark he'd left on the other man's neck.

"I forget how strong you are, sometimes." His swordsman mate.

Sinking into the water is blissfully welcome and he groans his approval of it. There. Perfect. He leans into the other man.

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"Get used to it." He tells him but with an amused glint in his eyes. Somewhere in Kaeya's future, he'll pick him up again like he weighs nothing at all. Diluc leans back against the wall and offers up his neck to him. If Kaeya wants to nibble on him he isn't about to say no.

He reaches for the soap and works it over Kaeya's back. A low rumbling purr rolls through the air as he nips at Kaeya's own neck. "Hot enough?"

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"Happily," Kaeya purrs at him. He will very happily let Diluc show off that strength whenever he likes. It's hot, all right? But then, everything about Diluc is hot; Kaeya is a bit biased, but he stands by his assessment anyway. How many in Mondstadt have swooned over the noble Master Ragnvindr?

Well, he's Kaeya's now.

He lets his head fall to the side. "Mm, it's perfect. You're perfect. Don't let it go to your head."

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“Don’t let being perfect yourself go to your head either.” He tells him while he runs his fingers through his hair. He takes the soap and uses it to scrub over his back and shoulders.

In the next pass of the soap he uses it over Kaeya’s lovely chest. Then the soap goes back into the rack. Diluc rinses Kaeya with cupping water and letting it run over his back and chest.

He rewards him with a kiss and says, “I’ll get your hair when my knot goes down.”

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"No worries about that. My ego is already as big as it can be considering that I've snagged Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor as my mate." The uncrowned king of Mondstadt and the man that he's loved since the hazy summer days of their youth.

He sighs contentedly at the attention of those soapy hands moving over his skin. It's nice, being taken care of. But he wants to return the favor. He reaches over to take the soap as well so he can begin lathering and smoothing his hands over Diluc's chest and shoulders, his back.

"Deal. I'll get yours to." For now though he rinses the soap from Diluc's skin.

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Kaeya looks content and their mixed scents are a pleasant spice to his nose. So this is what being content smells like. Mm, it's a soothing scent that could lull him to sleep. He leans back against the wall while Kaeya scrubs his chest.

He sweeps his hair up out of the way with one hand to let Kaeya get his shoulders. Once they're both a bit cleaner he shifts slightly. The knot is going down. Not enough yet. He buries his face against the side of Kaeya's neck and purrs. He runs his hands up and down his back.

He never knew he would be a cuddly mate but he loves little moments like this. It's like they were before but new at the same time.