I Want To Feel You From The Inside
⟣ Chiscᗢra ⸝⸝ ⟢
⟣ CW: Gutplay & Wound fucking ⸝⸝ ⟢
⟣ this was NOT proofread so sorry in advance if there are a few awkward sentences or grammatical errors
⟣ this is the first time i write smut in ages so please be nice (,,>﹏<,,)
. . .
Grunts and sounds of struggling fill the hall as the two harbingers get into yet another fight. It was the fifth one this week. If they kept this up they’d surely be given severe punishment worse than filing paperwork all day. Scaramouche’s nails dig into the soft flesh of Childe’s neck, causing a string of blood to stain his fingernails.
“You’re finally gonna kill me this time?” Childe choked out, an amused grin on his face
“I guess.” Scaramouche smiles back before the sound of clicking of heels interrupt their “intimate” encounter.
Scaramouche’s head whips around as he makes out a silhouette. “Fuck it’s Signora.”
Before Childe could react, Scaramouche had shoved him into the cramped supply closet, joining him. There was practically no room as their bodies pressed up against each other.
“What the fuck? We could’ve just ran.” Childe mutters and rolls his eyes.
“And risk getting caught? No chance. I am not going to do the Tsaritsa’s dirty work for a week.” Scaramouche scoffed, his pride and ego practically oozing out of each word.
“Heh, but you could do my dirty work.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, dumbass.” Scaramouche pinched Childe’s arm with his fingernails aggressively, eliciting a soft yelp from the other man.
“We can stop our little fight now.”
“Aww so soon? Is the big and mighty Tartaglia surrendering? Oh no..”
“Shut up.” Childe groaned, trying to make space between the two of them.
“Why are you backing away?” Scaramouche said coldly
“Why not? You like it?” Childe teased
“…”
“Scara?”
“…”
“Holy shit—“ He could practically feel Scaramouche’s dick achingly throbbing through his what now felt like incredibly thin shorts.
“Scara.. are you really turned on right now? Knowing we could get caught any moment now?” Childe pressed on further, emotionally and physically.
“Shut the actual fuck up, Ajax.” Scaramouche now had his obnoxiously large hat tilted downwards in a last ditch effort in hiding his crimson red face.
A moment of silence passes between the two of them. Childe was secretly grinning to himself. He couldn’t help but love the way Scaramouche got all flustered and cute.
Childe slowly tilt the hat upwards before taking it off completely, placing it on the shelf above the both of them.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“…”
“Scara.. look at me.” Scaramouche hated being and feeling vulnerable. This whole situation took a painful jab at his ego. Scaramouche hesitantly glances up at him, only to have the other man’s lips smushed against his in a surprise love attack.
“Mm! Ajax!—“ He muffled in protest against his lips before slowly giving in. It wasn’t so bad, he thought.
As if pulled in a trance, he started kissing back. It was tentative at first, but then he became more bold with each passing second.
“.. fuck.” Childe moaned softly, brows furrowing. He deepened the kiss, pressing his knees insistently between Scaramouche’s thigh. He knew exactly what he was doing and that infuriated Scaramouche.
It got pretty heated— pretty fast.
They soon slipped out of the closet before sneaking off to Scaramouche’s private quarters. Inside, it was a pretty.. empty. White walls, white floors… white couches? No pop of color whatsoever.
“Scara, I love you and everything but— what the fuck man.”
“What?” He seemed more annoyed at the fact that he was wasting time instead of carrying him to bed and fucking his brains out rather than the question itself.
“You’re manor it’s.. it’s so— dull..” Childe looked to be in genuine distraught at the audacity of having such a depressingly basic home.
“I swear if you don’t get these clothes off me in 5.” Scaramouche threatens, but it comes off as more of a whiny plea than a threat.
“You want me that bad..” Childe taunts before quickly dragging him to the bedroom.
The room’s silence was immediately interrupted by the creak of the door opening and the sounds of their coupling. Scaramouche was then pushed onto the bed’s soft, cotton sheets with a soft gasp before being pinned down impossibly further by Childe’s weight as he crawls on top of him, their lips never breaking contact. Childe’s hands slip beneath Scaramouche’s shirt, roaming across his bare torso and chest. He was surprisingly cold due to his synthetic body, not that it was an issue to Childe. It just meant that he could be Scaramouche’s source of warmth and that made him feel more possessive towards him than before.
They slowly break off the kiss as Childe trails his lips down to Scaramouche’s jawline before making his way down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh. He was determined to mark his whole body by the time he was done with breaking him.
With each bite came a soft moan or whimper from Scaramouche, and Childe relished in hearing those adorable sounds coming from his.. partner.
Scaramouche suddenly pushed him off his body before flipping positions and straddling the other man’s hips.
“You’re torturing me with how slow you’re going.” Scaramouche muttered as he pulled his shirt over his head.
“Now be a good boy and let me use you.” Childe loved when Scaramouche took lead, and it was painfully obvious just by looking at his face. He was practically drooling like a hungry dog.
“You know.. I thought of something new we could do— or play.”
“P-Play? What is it, Scara.” Childe was slowly being reduced to a mindless toy.
He digs into his pocket before fishing out a box cutter.
Childe tilted his head in curiosity
“Curious aren’t you? Good.” Scaramouche said coldly as he pushed the manual slider just enough for the sharp blade to peak out.
“Do you trust me, Ajax.”
“More than I trust myself.” Childe whispered, eyes glazed with uncontrolled lust.
“I want to cut you open. I want to feel you from the inside.” Childe shudders at his words. He was so pathetically hard right now.
Scaramouche chuckles softly at how pitiful he was acting. He slowly lifted Childe’s shirt, just enough to reveal his creamy white stomach. Childe’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down in nervous anticipation.
“This’ll only hurt a bit, baby.” Scaramouche whispered sweetly before pressing the blade against his skin, cutting deeper and deeper until he had sliced through all layers of his skin tissue and muscle. Childe couldn’t help but shudder in pure ecstasy. Normally, any sane person would faint or scream in pure agony if they were to be cut up until their guts bulged out, but not Childe.
He was sick, just as sick as his darling “Scara”.
“Good boy. You didn’t scream this time. Keep this up and I might give you a reward at the end.” Scaramouche licked the blade as he spoke, and Childe nodded along.
“Let’s see here.” Scaramouche muttered as he dug a hand into the gaping hole in his stomach.
“Which one do we play with today, hmm Ajax?” He then tugged on one of his intestines, which caught Childe so off guard he let out a guttural moan.
“Oh?” Scaramouche was now very amused. He tugged once more, forcing another moan out of the other man.
“So sensitive aren’t you? I wonder what else makes you moan out like that.” He says as he digs around for his large intestine, and tugs on it harsher this time.
“Ahnn! Gods.. please Scara..” Childe panted.
“Please what?” Scaramouche was enjoying this way too much. He did it again.
Childe muttered incoherent sentences with a mix of satisfied moan each time Scaramouche tugged on one of his intestines.
“No more, Scara.. no..” Childe whimpered sweetly.
“No more?” Scaramouche said in a mockingly sweet tone.
“Fine, no more. But you know what comes after.”
Oh he knew well what came after, and he couldn’t help but nod eagerly.
“How enthusiastic.” Scaramouche muttered as he pulled his shorts off, exposing his hard and weeping cock to the cool air.
Childe was basically ogling him unashamedly
“like what you see, huh?” Scaramouche says as he towers over him for once instead of the other way around.
He leans down, only a breath away from Childe’s lips as he strokes himself slowly, his breath coming out in short ragged grasps. They both maintain eye contact before Scaramouche finally kisses him, stroking himself faster.
“Hnn.. you taste so good.” He moaned into the other’s mouth as he deepened the kiss, practically choking him with his tongue.
While Childe was distracted, Scaramouche slowly inserted his member into Childe’s warm squishy stomach, earning a surprised moan from the ginger.
“Not fair.. I wasn’t ready.” Childe pouted playfully, only to be met with a soft peck on the cheek as a form of “apology” before groaning at the pleasurable sensation of his cock being enveloped by Childe’s guts.
“Go slow this time.” Childe muttered before wrapping his arms around Scaramouche’s neck.
“Whatever you want, Ajax.” He mutters back before slowly moving in and out of his stomach, the sounds of organs and guts squelching around the foreign object being thrusted into and between them.
Did it hurt? Fuck yes. But did Childe care? No. He loved it. He loved seeing the face of man before him contort into pure pleasure knowing he was the cause of it. That was enough for him.
“C-can’t keep going slow..” Scaramouche panted before he picked up the pace, brutally thrusting in and out. Childe shuddered and bit his lip in pain, holding onto Scaramouche tighter. Scaramouche whimpered and moaned each with each thrust, his fingers digging the sheets as he tried his best to hold on a while longer.
“Im gonna—… f..fuck.” With a deep thrust, Scaramouche painted his insides (literally) white before collapsing atop him.
“You still want me dead after this?”
“Shut up.”
. . .
“Damn it, Ajax. Hold still for fuck’s sake.”
“Im sorry it just huuuurts!” Childe whined as Scaramouche stitched the gaping wound on his stomach.
“Just one more.” With a finally stitch, he cut the remaining medical string with scissors. Childe looked down at what used to be a large hole in the middle of his stomach, then looked back up at Scaramouche.
“You owe me.” He teased.
“It was worth it.” Scaramouche shot back as he moved to lay down next to him.
They both spent the night cuddling and bantering.
