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[As an alpha, he's really not supposed to feel like this.

Nothing struck him as unusual, at first. Oh, Aether smelled incredible, he knew that. He'd thought for sure the little traveler was an omega, but with that Kaeya from Mondstadt always hanging around him — another alpha, or a beta, maybe, it was hard to tell — Childe had figured Aether was either already bitten or spoken for.

On the off chance that he wasn't, though, the Harbinger had fantasized, privately and to himself, about claiming the outlander during one of his heats. Oh, what a treat that would be. Would he cry? Would he try to fight his rival off? Or would he comply, giving in to a spark of mutual attraction that Childe knows has been there from the start?

...That was the fantasy, anyway. Childe's not much of a schemer, though, and as such, even his best-laid plans often go awry.

He'd made up an excuse to take off from his usual duties as a Harbinger for a few days, mostly just to join Aether (and that irritating Kaeya, but never mind him) on a little adventure that would ostensibly be fun and relaxing. But as he lay in his bed at the Wangshu Inn, Childe abruptly realized that he was... burning. His body is much too hot. If it were a fever, that would be one thing, but there's something else that's causing him distress: a coil of desperate arousal in his belly, one that struck without warning or cause. His mind keeps wandering back to the blond traveler, and his trim little waist, and his sweet little face...

Well, Childe's not a monster. He really does try. He finishes himself off with his hand once in his bed (discreetly and neatly, too) — but it's not enough, which is ridiculous, and means something else is afoot. It must be Aether. Perhaps the traveler really did hit his breeding cycle? But in that case, why is Childe the one feeling hot?

It can't be helped. The inn is relatively quiet at this time of night, so Childe awkwardly shuffles himself back into his pants and sneaks into Aether's room two doors away to see what's afoot. If the traveler is in heat, maybe he can help...]

Comrade? Are you asleep —

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[Aether is most certainly not asleep.

Aether is in fact in the middle of ferociously railing Kaeya Alberich into the mattress of his Wangshu Inn bed, slamming into him over and over and over again — and by the look on Kaeya's face, the knight is loving it.]

Ah — hah — ngh, ah, Aeth — yes, right there —

[Mondstadt's Cavalry Captain is being fucked like he's the omega in heat: lips parted, his one visible eye closed, tongue lolling at the corner of his mouth, fingers clawing and clinging at the pillow beneath him. They make quite the sight together. The traveler's pale, svelte figure gives way to a surprisingly hefty cock gone pink and red with arousal, plunging in and out of Kaeya's tan, toned body — broad chest, little waist, narrow hips, plush thighs. Kaeya's cock is twitching with each of Aether's thrusts. One particularly good hit to his prostate makes the knight bury his face in his pillow to muffle the desperate cry that comes out of his throat, and that's when he spots Childe in the doorway, eyes wide and expression positively aghast.]

Nnngh — no, he's — [he actually manages to laugh at the look on Childe's face] — not asleep. He's just — a little occupied right now —

[Verr Goldet is almost certainly responsible for the outrageously professional soundproofing in the inn. Such exquisite attention to detail, as expected from a spy who reports directly to the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing! If there weren't any padding in the walls, the entire damn inn would surely be woken up and kept awake by Kaeya's obscene panting and moaning.]

I'm — Aether, Aether, Aether —

i just want to say in my defense that this thread is an inside joke

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[Kaeya may be making some of the most lewd and unhinged sounds imaginable to human (and catperson?) ears, but Aether, by contrast, is rather calm and quiet. Oh, he's enjoying himself, to be sure; he's let out a few breathy gasps and moans of his own. For the most part, howeve, he's impressively silent as he keeps his hips moving like a piston in an engine, thrusting his throbbing cock in and out of Kaeya's slick, needy ass. He spares Childe a brief glance, turning his head toward the doorway just briefly before he drops his gaze to Kaeya's needy cock, finally deciding to take mercy and give the poor knight-captain a few lazy pumps of his hand as his prostate is being lavished with attention.]

I thought I told Paimon to lock the door... I guess she forgot.

[Aether knows Kaeya's body quite well by now — it won't take much longer. He lets himself achieve completion inside of the knight's sweet, tight hole, leaving a thick, copious amount of cum inside of him; the traveler's hand finishes off the rest of the job, bringing Kaeya to a loud and satisfied orgasm that's guaranteed to be the first of several.

Mmm... sticky and warm. Kaeya has stained Aether's hand with his release; casually, the traveler brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking it up off his knuckles and down one arm where the liquid rolled down his wrist.

Delicious.]

Are you in heat, too, Childe? You can be next.

yeah ok whore

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Wh — I'm not in heat!

[It's not as though he's not aware that this is how the world works. Childe has long taken a certain degree of pride in being an alpha, and a rather desirable one at that; he's more than aware that several of his subordinates linger in his office longer than they should, indulging in the heady scent of his pheromones. He'd seen other illicit trysts during his time as a rookie in the Fatui, rising up through the ranks. But not like this. Never like this. Never so explicit, and with a prideful man like Kaeya so clearly bent and broken to Aether's whim —

This can't be right. This can't be right at all. Still stunned and trying to work through his emotions (arousal, confusion, and — curiosity?), Childe leaves the door ajar as he steps forward into the room (why forward instead of away?). Anxiously, he stares at Kaeya, trying to get the measure of what's happening in front of him.]

What's going on here? I thought he was another alpha, and you were the omega.

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[Kaeya's orgasms never last as long as he would like, but that's fine; Aether is always so very good about supplying them. Still catching his breath, the captain comes down off the zenith of his high, lying sprawled out across the pillows for a moment before he pushes himself to a sitting position so that he can nuzzle his adorable little traveling partner while they recollect themselves.

Ahhhh, the lethargic bliss of intercourse. It's only slightly marred by the fact that they have company.]

Oh, I am an alpha. Sweet little Aether here just has a cock worth dying for... or, in my case, worth abandoning everything I should be doing over in Mondstadt.

[Draping himself over Aether's shoulders, Kaeya wraps his arms around the traveler's slender waist, casting an appraising gaze over Childe as he stands in the doorway. The Harbinger doth protest too much; for all his questions, he's clearly hard beneath his pants.]

But then, isn't it the same for you, Tartaglia? Didn't you agree to come with us because you thought there was a chance you'd get to spend some quality time with your little "comrade?"

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I'll have you know I am very upfront with my underhanded motives. Most of the time.

[Not quite yes, not quite no, but — well, if he were hard-pressed, he'd have to say yes. But he didn't think that sex with Aether would look quite like this...

Then again. Then again. Isn't this actually... better? Childe has, himself, never been particularly interested in sex itself; he only likes the thrill of it, the hunt. He likes the fact that he knows he can make omegas weak in the knees just by walking past them. If Aether is more accustomed to conquest than being conquered... well, doesn't that just promise Childe a new kind of battle? One between the sheets?

...And yet, even as he thinks this — why is it that the only urge in his body right now is to submit to Aether? Aether, who smells so good, looks so good...]

I still don't understand —

[Childe is just about to ask a question when something — someone zips in from the doorway behind him.

Right.

He hadn't closed the door.]

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[It's Paimon, of course — freshly returned from the errand that she was running. She's holding a tray in her hands — surprisingly enough (much like an insect), she can carry objects heavier than her own body weight — and the tray is laden with two glasses of water and a number of snacks from the Wangshu Inn. "Yikes!" she says, nearly dropping her tray when she comes close to colliding wih the back of Childe's head. "What's Childe doing here?"]

You forgot to lock the door, Paimon. I even reminded you before you went out.

[Paimon huffs. "Well, how was Paimon supposed to hear you when Mr. Hotshot Cavalry Captain was making all that noise?" Hovering over to the bedside table, the fairy sets her tray down, wobbling a little with the weight of it; once it's out of her hands, she does a little loop-de-loop in the air, apparently satisfied with herself. "There, that's some shrimp chips and these little fruit jelly cups for the both of you. Now you have to say Paimon's the best!"

One would think that the little pixie's presence would completely ruin any sexual mood, but. Um. Apparently not? Casually leaning back, modestly allowing the comforter to obscure his waist, Aether takes up a fruit jelly and pops the bite-sized sweet into his mouth.]

You should have something to drink, Childe. It's not good for your body to just ignore being in heat.

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I told you, I'm — n-not in heat.

[It would be more convincing if his voice didn't break on the denial. Childe isn't in heat, swears he isn't, can't be — but in spite of everything that should be interfering with his arousal, like Kaeya's presence and Paimon being here, fetching snacks of all things... the Harbinger is still woefully, painfully hard inside of his pants. When he shifts his legs, he feels something wet between his legs and he almost jolts — that sensation is foreign, uncomfortable, makes his heart pound. Something's wrong. Something's wrong, but why does it have to feel so good?

More than that, Aether smells amazing. Childe can scent him from across the room; he can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be in bed with the traveler, as Kaeya is now, nose pressed into the blond's neck as if to devour him whole. He wonders if Aether would let him take a bite, watch him bleed. Red all over that porcelain skin and those golden eyes glazed over with pleasure, oh, if only —

He needs to stop. Childe may be many things, but he's not the sort of man who would fantasize about someone's claimed mate in front of them... and especially not in front of Paimon. He's better than that. He tells himself he's better than that.

Then he inhales and he feels his resolve waver again.]

Comrade, aren't you the one in heat? [He takes another long, slow breath despite himself.] You smell like an omega.

[Not that he's ever lost control before, or ravished anyone on their scent alone, but — yes, he's familiar with what an omega in heat smells like. It's good. Heady. Aether's something more than that, though: rich and addictive, lusty and sweet. Gods, if he could just get closer...

He needs something to distract himself. Awkwardly, he closes and locks the door behind him, quite without thinking that this also makes it a little harder for him to leave.]

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Honestly, I think things would actually be more manageable if I were an omega...

[Not that it isn't deeply satisfying to be able to fuck a man like Kaeya whenever and wherever he wants — or even make men like Diluc and Zhongli submit to him, too — but his status can actually get troublesome, especially if he spends too much time in crowded areas. Still, Aether doesn't really elaborate, mostly because he knows a certain piece of emergency food will do all the talking for him.

Again utterly heedless of either Childe's erection or the way Kaeya is leaning so heavily on Aether's shoulder, Paimon places her hands on both of her hips, harrumphing at the Harbinger's ignorance. "Aether isn't an omega, silly," she says good-naturedly, though there's a thoughtful frown on her lips. "He's like super-duper special, so the laws of the world don't really apply to him, you know? He's actually a sigma. You know, super-duper rare!"

Paimon seems infinitely more concerned about Aether being super-duper rare than anything else, but, well, she's given the gist of it. Modestly, Aether shrugs one-shouldered, not really sure what he's supposed to say when she makes statements like that for him. Paimon: the world's worst travel guide, but number one hype man.]

It's not as great as it sounds. I actually feel a bit bad about it.

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[Mondstadt's Cavalry Captain, for his part, has paused to take a glass of water off Paimon's tray; he tips his head back to drink deeply from it, gasping quietly once he's had his fill, like an athlete in desperate need of rehydration. When he hears Aether's woeful remarks, he simply shakes his head.]

And I've told you time and time again that you don't need to feel guilty about it. I'm here because I want to be. All of this is much more fun than what I'd be doing with the Knights.

[Grinning devilishly, Kaeya wraps his arms around Aether's lithe waist again, gloriously sweaty but no less clingy for it. In all honesty, he's already itching for a round two, and slowly starting to get peevishly annoyed at Childe, who clearly needs things explained to him... but it's not as though he's aggressively opposed to sharing Aether for a night. Kaeya may be many things, but a fool isn't one of them. He can already see where this is going. Hopefully, he'll be able to enjoy where this is going.]

Our little traveler is terribly broken up about being a sigma, see. He thinks it's all his fault that alphas go into heat around him. He'd stay away from civilization if he weren't looking for his precious sister... so on and so forth.

[Completely heedless of their audience, the knight-captain sets the glass on a side table and wraps his arms around Aether's waist again, but this time he isn't touching to be gentle or affectionate. He's riled up again, and all the more because the presence of another alpha driving his possessive instincts stir-crazy despite his usually excellent self-control.

The knight's hands slip beneath the covers, between Aether's legs. He wraps his fingers around Aether's shaft, pumping him hard again if he isn't already. Kaeya's used to coming multiple times in an evening, and all. Where's his next orgasm, Aether?]

It's all preposterous, of course. If he stayed away from me — [and he's not quite aware of it himself, but there's just the faintest hint of a growl creeping into his tone as the pace of his hand gets faster and faster] — I wouldn't get to taste this amazing cock...