#celes writes

After your surprisingly uneventful return from your expedition, it's a mere 3 nights later that you stumble upon Lohen at the training grounds again.

3 nights. 3 days of normal knightly busywork, training sessions, and acting like you don't see the way the vice captain's eyes follow you across the room. 3 nights of god awful sleep, staying up until the moon is shining through your window and thinking about that idiot. And his soft blue hair. And the thick scars adorning his body. And the way his cold hands feel when he-

Fuck it, you're getting up. You're going to the training grounds to practice shooting again; every archon that might be listening knows you aren't getting to sleep at this rate, after all.

At least it's nice out. These past weeks have been beautiful; even the daytime sun has rarely made outdoor activities unbearable. The gentle glow of streetlights keeps you company as you walk. With your training clothes hastily thrown on, it's a familiar scene, coming this way in the middle of the night while avoiding your troubles. The only difference is—

"We have to stop meeting like this, cadet." He doesn't even bother turning around as you approach, eyes focused on the target as he aims a crossbow precisely.

You slow and then come to a stop a few yards away, disbelief on your face. Lohen's in his training sweatpants too, a very plain black t-shirt in place of the usual tank top. You think it might be... a sleep shirt? 'Why's he here instead of sleeping, anyway? Wait. I think he mentioned he comes here when he can't sleep too. Or maybe when he's stressed...?' Your stomach twists with a bit of anxiety. '...Can he not sleep because of the same reason...? No. That can't be it. It's probably work related. I could ask, but.. '

"What, rabbit got your tongue?"

He snaps you out of your thoughts as he shoots and hits the bullseye. "Isn't it 'cat?'"

"Maybe. Same difference." He glances over his shoulder at you. "Wanna try?"

"I'm better with a bow, my aim with these is shit."

He snorts. "No shit, I'm the one watching you shoot all your arrows into crates instead of dummies."

You look at Lohen, under the light of the waning moon, at the way the wind ruffles his hair and at the expectant expression on his face as he holds out the crossbow. You decide the can of worms is going to wait, and you close the distance between you both before accepting the weapon.

You fidget with it for a moment, ensuring it's loaded properly and trying to get a decent grip. Taking a deep breath, you raise the crossbow and close one eye, aiming carefully at the dummy just a little ways away. You shoot, and then curse under your breath as the arrow goes sailing past your target.

Lohen whistles low. "Wow, you really are better at being prey than a hunter."

Face burning as you clumsily reload the crossbow, you hiss out a "shut the fuck up Lohen" before trying again.

Lohen watches in curious silence as you shakily try to steady your aim, and then seemingly gets impatient. You almost jump as you feel cold hands (god dammit) make contact with your bared shoulders. "Eugh, no wonder you always miss." Your heartbeat hammers in your ears as his hands slide down your arms, chest pressed against your back through thin fabric as he adjusts your hands' positioning. "It's harder for me to see how you're fucking up from in front of everyone," he says, voice quieting as he continues. "Can't exactly do this to fix it right then, either." You feel your face warm up, knowing he's right. His finger covers yours on the trigger. "Steady, and..."

It damn near hits the bullseye this time, a better shot than you've ever made with one of these. "Whoa!"

"See? Not so hard." Lohen chuckles, not moving away quite yet. His hands lightly trace back to your shoulders, then your upper back. "You feel tense," he says lowly.

"...A bit." You force yourself to sound casual despite the shiver threatening to creep up your spine. You slowly lower the crossbow. "I'm guessing you are too? If you're here, I mean."

He hums. "I suppose," he says lightly. (He had looked a bit worn down when he looked at you earlier.) His hand stops moving and you feel him lean closer, breath hot on your ear and voice low. "Need to release some of that tension? Blow off some steam, maybe?"

Lohen catches the way your breath hitches, and the way you go rigid under his light touch.

"You make for great prey, as we just discussed."

Suddenly feeling for all the world like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf, you turn your head just enough to meet his gaze. The nervous, wide-eyed way you look at him from the corner of your eye (along with that deliciously flustered expression) is his deciding factor.

You feel him move away, but you don't have time to feel relief (or miss him) as he yanks you back by your shirt and starts to drag you along. "Great! It's settled then."

You stumble and nearly trip; Lohen releases your shirt as you turn around to face him, and grabs you by the wrist before continuing on his merry way. You try to protest. "Vice captain-"

"Lohen," he says cheerily.

"Lohen, do you even know what time it is? We're on duty tomorrow. Look at the moon-" You nearly eat shit trying to keep up with him.

"Are you going to be able to sleep thinking about it?" He doesn't slow his pace, or even turn around.

"Well..." Your voice is less confident now, and you don't dignify the question with a response.

"That's what I thought. Let's go, little bunny."

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As you approach the forest entrance, Lohen finally releases your wrist and neither of you say anything about that. You both simply act like you'd forgotten he was holding it. (You hadn't. He hadnt.)

"Well then!" He claps his hands together, big grin on his dumb face. "This is a much better way to spend the evening than shooting at practice dummies. Let's see..." He slings his bag from his back and onto his arm, and starts rummaging through it. When he finds his bottle of water, he drinks from it before tossing it your way. "I figure you'll need that, since you didn't exactly have time to prepare this time." His sentence trails into a low laugh that you ignore, as well as the shiver it tries to send up your spine.

"Well, duh. I did drink a little water before I left the house, at least."

"Good! Hopefully not too much," he says, shooting you a snarky, knowing grin. You consider throwing the bottle at his head, but figure you're about to be in danger enough, so you settle on a hiss of "shut the hell up, Lohen" instead.

He glances up at you again. "Have you eaten?"

"Huh?"

"You deaf? Is there food in your stomach?"

You huff in annoyance. "Yes, fucker, I had some leftovers before I tried to lay down."

He tuts at you, looking pleased. "Better watch that mouth, cadet, before I fuck it." You startle, trying to stammer out a protest, but he just speeds right past it. "But good! I don't need you passing out on me, not like this."

"Not like this??" you ask, face still burning, mind catching up as you take a long drink from his bottle.

Lohen approaches with a wicked smile. "Not like this. But I'm sure I could arrange something. After all, you've willingly drunk something I gave you multiple times now..." He laughs heartily as you nearly choke on the water. "Kidding, kidding! Probably."

You glare at him, wiping the water dripping down your chin, as he closes the distance between you in a few steps. "I could just go home, you know. Get some sleep before you put me through more hell at work tomorrow."

He cocks his head, pouting mockingly. "Oh, like you'll be able to sleep at all if you go back now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to tire you out before you drift off into dreamland."

Feeling bold, you roll your eyes a little. "Think you fucking me again is going to tire me out that much?"

"No. I'm going to fucking chase you." Lohen's bag drops at the same time as your heart. His tone is suddenly icy cold, and his smile matches. Your mouth goes dry. "After all, I told you that I missed the chase... and I didn't get to chase you at all last time. Isn't that right?" He leans in, breath ghosting across your lips as he lowers his voice. "There's no hiding this time, pretty thing. I want you to run from me."

You inhale shakily, closing your eyes as arousal and a spike of fear courses through you, settling right between your legs. You decide against incriminating yourself more with a response.

The way he laughs softly against your lips, combined with the way his eyes are half lidded and staring into yours, is doing diabolical things to your coherence. "Five. Minutes."

"Five...?"

"All you need to do," he breathes out, "is last five minutes. Half as long as last time. You think you can do it this time, hm?" His voice is so soft and so gentle and absolutely dripping with condescension.

Your lashes flutter a bit at the arousal that tears through you. "Y... yes."

The way his eyes narrow in excitement does nothing to help you. "Alright then. Thirty second head start. Better make it count, little rabbit."

Then, he's grabbing you by the arms to spin you around and shoving you harshly into the woods, turning away with a laugh as he begins the countdown.

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It takes you a moment to get your balance after being pushed, but with the new and terrifying threat that's about to come tearing after you through the trees, you force yourself to start booking it anyways. You try to be some semblance of stealthy as you run, avoiding underbrush and stray leaves when you can, but... really, you know there's no point. By the time you hear Lohen get to "15", you give up all pretense of stealth and focus on putting as much distance between yourself and the vice captain as you can.

It's nearly pitch black as you run, trees obscuring any potential moonlight from view. You feel your legs starting to get tired as you hear him cheerily call out "10, 9, 8..." and force yourself to keep fucking going, you don't want him catching you so soon. Archons only knew what he'd do if he did.

Your lungs are screaming, and though you keep moving, you slow down to just enough of a jog to catch your breath a bit, the distance comforting you somewhat. You can barely hear him as he finishes the count with a "...2, 1! Let's play!"

And then, unlike last time, when the countdown ends you do hear him. Distant branches snapping, leaves rustling. You're half expecting to hear him barreling after you, but he sounds... unhurried, casual. The thought isn't comforting.

You switch tactics, back to stealth. Slipping between trees as quickly as your body will allow, trying to mentally keep track of where each sound comes from, how close it is. He doesn't sound like he's getting closer too fast, but... he's definitely getting closer. You figure now's as good a time as any to take a turn, ducking low as you slink to the left, trying to throw him off.

You only make it a minute or two in that direction before everything goes silent. The crickets, the frogs, the distant sounds of Lohen's boots telling you where he is. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end and you swear to god you can feel eyes on you. You cover your mouth with your hand to quiet your breathing, and you pick up the pace, running, panic beginning to set in.

You think you hear something off to the left and make the mistake of turning your head to look on instinct, and you happen to miss a tree root growing gnarled from the ground. The tip of your shoe catches it and sends you crashing to the forest floor...

...Just in time for a knife to go whirling through the air where your neck was, blade sheathing itself firmly in the bark of the tree above you. You barely see it, but the second you process what just happened, you're frantically scrambling to your feet to run again, fear striking your heart properly now.

You hear a laugh way too close, he's way too fucking close. You don't even look in his direction, simply darting the other way, trying to weave between trees and mossy logs, trying anything at this point that might slow him down. "One minute," he says, voice lilting again in that excited sing-song way you only hear when he knows he's already won. His voice is so close; you can hear every deliberate footstep behind you.

You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you see a clearing, and the pure panic-inducing feeling of being chased by a predator kicks something in the back of your brain into overdrive. Instead of trying to simply evade him or strategically use the landscape, the only thing your mind allows you to do is make a break for the clearing in one last desperate attempt to get away. (You don't realize you seal your fate the second you step foot into it; Lohen is scary fast, adept at hunting down his opponents, and loves the final stretch of a good chase.)

You force your body to move, muscles straining painfully as you sprint as fast as you physically can.

And then you hear a high, breathless laugh, and hear Lohen's footfalls change as he breaks into a full on run.

You can't help the panicked shriek that slips out on your exhale as you continue pushing your legs beyond their limit. The sound of Lohen hot on your heels, the rough, excited pants coming from behind you, the feeling of something cold grazing the back of your neck, the feeling of that something moving forward, quickly sliding around your throat, tightening, and-

Your terrified scream gets cut off as Lohen's hand gets a proper grip around your neck, and the world spins as you get thrown to the ground, cold hand still firmly in place as he crashes to the ground with you.

He has you on your back, haphazardly keeping your body to the ground with his. When you get your bearings, you look up fearfully and... and you don't think you've ever truly seen this look on Lohen's face. He's breathing hard, entire body shaking a bit against yours from the adrenaline and the exertion. His wine-dark eyes are wide and entirely fixed on you, staring directly into yours with an intensity that makes you shudder. For once he's not grinning or sneering down at you, and somehow that's all the more intimidating. Sweat trickles down his skin; down his temple, down the muscle of his bicep, down the expanse of his chest and under his nearly soaked t-shirt.

"I didn't wanna... say anything at the end and... and accidentally break you out of that headspace," he pants out. You open your mouth to say something but it dies in your throat as the frigid hand around your throat squeezes in warning, and a grin finally splits his face again. "Never seen you like that. Fuck, I wanna... wanna see you like that again. The way you screamed..." He trails off and you feel the way a shudder wracks his body.

...You also feel the way your own traitorous cunt's practically dripping in response.

Lohen knows. Of course he knows. He laughs down at you, still sounding more unhinged than you're really used to, as he loosens his grip. "I'd ask how you liked it, but I think I have... a pretty good idea."

His hand slips lower. The exhaustion and adrenaline drop from the chase leave you too tired to thrash or struggle against him (as though it ever helped you), but you still manage to shakily spit out a "shut up I don't know what you mean".

He stops for a moment before laughing louder, tilting his head in amusement. "Oh, playing innocent again? Still embarrassed about how wet it makes you?" He coos at you mockingly. "I would be too if I was this fucking depraved."

The surprised little whimper at his sudden wave of viciousness only spurs him on. Lohen adjusts his position, and suddenly you're stuck in one that's all too familiar as his cool fingers slide down, under your sweats, into your panties, and three slip straight into your sopping wet core. He groans at the feeling.

"Holy fucking shit you're even more soaked than I thought you'd be, you're disgusting."

You whimper and try to squirm away, but Lohen's already caught you. His hold on you doesn't even budge, and he's right in your face with a mean smile. "You remember this position, don't you, cadet? When I beat you into the ground and found out you were getting off on it?"

You squeeze around his fingers tightly as a choked moan escapes you, eyes darting around in humiliation as you try to find anything to look at that isnt Lohen. "Shut up, fuck-"

He sneers. "I can be nicer. If that's what you really want." The cruel curl of his fingers doesn't stop, but the offer he throws you like a lifeline hangs in the air. "Is that what you want, pretty thing?"

You lock eyes, and Lohen's cock twitches in his pants; you look guilty. You try to hide it, but he's able to see the disappointment in the furrow of your brows. His canines glint in the low moonlight of the clearing as he grins. "Yeah, I didn't fucking think so. That's not what makes your poor pussy drip, is it? You wanna be able to fight me for it, and you wanna fucking lose."

Your back arches as he drags you closer and closer to release, fingers pumping in and out of you viciously, higher and higher until...

He pulls them out without warning.

"Lohen!" you whimper out pitifully, gasping for breath. The way he laughs in your face nearly gets you there anyway, but not quite.

Before you can protest any more, he drags your sweats and your panties down in one smooth motion, taking them off completely this time. Heat blooms across your face even worse now, feeling more vulnerable than during past incidents. Lohen pushes your thighs apart, openly taking in the view as the dim light catches on your glistening folds. He sees you turn your head away to avoid seeing him stare.

"What, feeling shy?" he teases, but his hands reach up for the neck of his sleep shirt, pulling it off. "There, we're even." A nervous giggle bubbles out of you through the intense emotions. He scrunches his nose, and you vaguely wonder if you'd be able to see a flush on his cheeks if there was any more light. "Ugh, fuck, you're cute."

"Wha-?" You're cut off with a surprised noise as he leans forward and kisses you deeply, tongue licking into your mouth affectionately. The way he licks and bites and sucks makes your head spin, and you barely register it when you feel something press against your entrance. Barely register the way your knees get forced to your shoulders. And you don't realize that you're getting folded into a mean mating press until it's too late.

You pull away from the kiss, gasping, "Wait, fuck-"

"I caught you, I'm fucking breeding you." And Lohen slides home in one long thrust.

It steals the wind from you, and a choked whine escapes instead. The drag of his cock against your walls like this, as he presses his weight down onto you, is almost too much to bear. Your eyes roll back as he starts moving in earnest, and your hands scramble to find purchase on Lohen's naked back. You can faintly feel the raise and texture of the scars tearing across it, but you have a rather difficult time focusing on that with the way he's dissolving your thoughts.

"You're so— so fucking wet, oh my god," he gasps, already sounding fucked out. His head rests in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, still finding plenty of inspiration to spew filth right next your ear. "Can't believe all this is from me chasing you, fuck. You're such a freak."

Lohen moans brokenly at the way you clench around him at the degradation. You put up a weak fight, even through the little whimpers he fucks out of you. "You g-got off on chasing me, who's the- the real freak?"

He grabs you by the jaw and lifts his head, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours, messy hair brushing against your face with every thrust. "I did. Matter of fact, I got off on every fucking thing I did to you. You know that?"

Your eyes widen a little and the way your cunt squeezes tightly gives you away.

Lohen's panting as he grins at you. "Every. Fucking. Thing." He punctuates each word with a brutal thrust that sends your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. "I got off on chasing you. Scaring you, hunting you like a f-fucking deer. Pissing on you, don't forget that one," he says, laughing meanly, breathlessly. "I got off on spitting in your mouth. Remember that? I beat my dick for days thinking about that." The high pitched moan that forces out of you makes his cock twitch inside of you as he slows his pace just enough to get your attention.

"But first I got off on fighting you." Lohen grinds deep as he says it. "Remember the first time I ever made you fight me for real? Hand to hand?"

Your eyes roll back at the way his dick drags against your sweet spot, and it takes you a moment to process his words. "I do, that was wh- when you got me in a h... headlock for the first t... Wait, that was m-"

"Months ago, it sure was." He slowly starts picking up the pace. "I thought I was imagining it back then. Thought I was just projecting." Lohen's voice drops to a whisper. "Do you know how fucking hard I was? How bad I wanted to take it straight to hell, fix your attitude, make you cry, fuck you into the dirt?"

You can't even think straight between the cruel fuck of his hips, the grip on your jaw, and the fucked out edge in his voice. You want to reply to his— his fucked up version of a confession, that's what it is, you realize with wide eyes— but words won't come out.

"I want to devour you," Lohen breathes out.

"Then fucking do it already," you whimper out, and you slide both hands into his messy, sweaty hair, getting good handfuls, before harshly yanking him into another filthy excuse of a kiss. The noise he makes at the sharp pain is nothing short of sinful, high, drawn out moan pouring into your mouth. His own hand slides to your throat, tightening at the sides and making you go light headed as he licks messily into your mouth again, fucking into you at a vicious pace again.

Lohen's other hand snakes around your thigh and to your lower tummy, right over your bladder. And before you can get your thoughts together, he presses. All at once, the orgasm he ripped from you earlier is teetering more closely than ever as a sharp pleasure rips through your poor dripping core. The noise you make into his mouth is absolutely pathetic, loud and startled and entirely wrecked.

He pulls back from the kiss and presses your foreheads together again, looking you in the eye with a mischievous grin as he releases your throat. "You're only g-gonna be able to cum thinking about me now. You know that, right?"

Lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back as it creeps up, the last coherent thing you manage is a shaky confession of, "I already do."

"Oh, we're so fucked," he laughs out, strained, and you feel his cock twitch before he gasps out "You're mine, fucking cum for me."

And you're gone, liquid gushing out of you as he keeps fucking pressing down and forces you into the most intense orgasm of your life. Pleasure tears through you as you incoherently whine, one hand tangled in his hair gripping tightly and the other on his back, nails digging in so hard it almost bleeds. The added pain only serves to send Lohen over the edge with you with a broken groan, making good on his threat to breed you as you feel his cum splurting into you, gush after gush, as deep as he can get in this position.

You both go limp, breathing heavily as sweat starts to cool on your bodies, but neither of you speak for several minutes.

You break the silence, a funny little smile trying to split your face. "Six months?"

"I am not too tired to kick your ass," he pants out. You swear you can feel his cheek get warmer where it's pressed into the side of your neck, and you snicker, a hint of giddy nervousness coloring it. Without thinking, you run your fingers over the scars on his back and through his hair. He first tenses up, before slowly melting into the touch.

Exhaustion begins to truly seep into your bones now, the exertion of the chase and the sex now setting in. "We should... we should get back. Ah, fuck..."

"What?"

"We're both on duty tomorrow," you say with a tired groan.

"Oh, no we're not."

"Huh? Yes we-"

"I left a note before I went to the training grounds."

You roll your eyes. "Sure, but what about m-"

"You're sick tomorrow."

"I'm sick tomorrow," you repeat, flabbergasted.

"I'll approve it when I'm back in a couple days," he yawns, finally starting to get off of you and find his shirt. "They're not gonna question me."

Scrambling for your own clothes, you reply, "They're gonna question us, you idiot-"

"That's what you're worried about??" Lohen cackles as he pulls his shirt back over his head. "Those rules really aren't enforced nowadays, no one gives a shit about romantic involvement between knights anymore, even superior and subordinate." He pauses and shoots you a grin. "Unless you're just embarrassed that they'll know you like how I treat you. Good, I like fucking with you anyway."

Your face burns, and you weakly scowl at him. "You suck, do you know that?"

you know lohen. you just know that he's itching for a fight with him, to test his strength, see exactly what albedo's working with. so he baits him! maybe it's the three of you out in the woods for whatever reason (lohen wanting to get some sparring in in a more secluded area, albedo wanting to enjoy the scenery and paint, etc). lohen poking and prodding and dragging albedo into agreeing to spar with him. really, lohen's also wanting to see more of what makes albedo tick. lohen's got a few things he's weak to on hand, but he wants to see him flustered properly, get a good reaction. maybe even fuck him, depending.

...and albedo knows his game well; he can practically smell the brat on him. he agrees to the spar, of course, hiding any indication that he's planning something. you simply sit back in the grass, basking in the sunlight and enjoying the show, and your jaw drops when albedo actually pulls out some underhanded tricks! maybe using alchemy or his mastery over geo to get lohen restrained. how the tables have turned, hm??

and albedo ends up fucking him instead. gives him plenty of leeway to back out, of course, to say he doesn't want it; lohen is stubborn, but eventually admits that, yes, he really, really does, so if albedo could please just get it over with already-

naturally lohen is trying to fight for dominance the entire time, trying to find an opportunity to flip the situation on albedo again, to take control. but the restraints don't allow for any slack, and albedo is no idiot.

and albedo isn't mean, exactly, no. but the fascinated, slightly condescending tone he uses as he picks lohen apart contrasts sharply with the way he's so careful when he speaks to you. he doesn't degrade lohen, he isn't cruel, but he pinpoints just how to get to him. teases him, even, in ways you wouldn't dare. "this spar was your idea, was it not?", "oh, right there? you glare at me, but i'm right, aren't i?", "mm, i suppose you should have tried a bit harder then. i'm only... how did you put it before? 'claiming my prize?'"

it isn't long before albedo's got him on the verge of cumming. working lohen up, dragging him closer and closer to the edge, watching him shake and his eyes start to roll back-

and tightly wrapping a gloved hand around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming.

as lohen thrashes beneath the chief alchemist, broken, angry moans cutting through the slew of cursing he directs above him, you can't help but bring your hand up to cover your mouth in disbelief. both because it's really hot, but also... it's so fucking funny to see lohen get a taste of his own medicine, getting knocked down a peg. you don't even realize you're grinning until it's too late.

...albedo's eyes are half lidded with a soft, wicked smile as he grabs lohen's face, tilting it to make sure he sees your expression, sees you laughing. he waits until lohen fully processes it, and you stare like a deer in headlights as albedo pulls out.

By the time you and Lohen make it down to the water, you're back to bickering, and you've already cursed him out twice. The first time was for being snarky with the water, and the second time was when you'd stood up and realized just how soaked your clothes were. ("What? I keep up on my water intake." You'd almost strangled him.)

By now, it's an hour or two past noon and the sun warming you is becoming just a bit much, so you're quite excited at the prospect of washing off and cooling down. Looking around at the sandy shores around you at the bottom of the cliff, you call out to Lohen who's already started wading into the water, clothes and all. "You're sure no one is going to come this way?"

"Yes, chicken shit, I'm positive. This should be less embarrassing for you anyway. Would you rather a random knight see you bathing in the ocean, or covered in your superior's piss?"

You open your mouth to retort, but he has a point, so you close it and begin to wade into the water as well. Being seen by a random knight isn't your only issue, exactly. Despite the shameful predicaments he keeps putting you in (that you keep letting him put you in, rather), you... find yourself a bit shy at the idea of stripping down and bathing in front of him. ('Getting knocked on my ass and fingered and berated? Sure. Being fucked within an inch of my life after being hunted like an animal? Yeah, why not. Even getting pissed on? Sure! But undressing myself in front of him is the issue? Get a grip,' you mentally slap yourself.)

Before you can try to voice your inner debate, you make the mistake of looking back up at Lohen and nearly choke on your own spit. Standing in thigh-deep water, you glance at him just as he pulls the black training top over his head, revealing his back to you. You're staring before you can even begin to mentally chide yourself. Sure, you'd felt his body in hand to hand training (and when he'd pressed himself against you— fuck, focus—), but it was different than seeing it. You take in the sight of old scars streaking white across his back, of varying sizes and shapes. One particularly nasty looking one tears down his shoulder blade, about the width of your hand and nearly twice as long. Scars aside, you can see the lean muscle working under his skin, an intense strength compacted into his lithe form from his years and years of fighting. Even outside of the fact that yeah he's really fucking hot, you find yourself a bit flustered (and impressed) just at the visual reminder of how much experience he really has, at how much work he's put in.

He either feels your gaze on him or he hears you stop moving, because he looks over his shoulder curiously, meeting your eye. You blink quickly and turn away, fully expecting him to make fun of you, or make a flirty little quip. Instead, there's a moment of nothing but the sound of the water before he says, "There's a lot, I know."

A little surprised and a little confused, you meet his gaze again. "There's... huh?"

"The scars, there's a lot of them." He sounds... almost annoyed, but that's... not quite right. You can't see his face fully from this angle, but he looks a little... embarrassed? (No. No, definitely not. You immediately reject the possibility that Lohen is getting shy or embarrassed while undressing, because you do not want to inspect the way the idea squeezes your heart painfully.)

"I wasn't... looking at them like it's something bad," you say, surprising yourself. You can feel the heat rising on your cheeks, but there's no pit of dread in your stomach, no predatory stare locked in on you.

Just Lohen, moving a bit closer to shore and huffing a bit before saying "well, there's more where that came from," breaking eye contact as he carefully slides down his (now very soaked) pants. His boxers go with it, and instead of feeling flustered and combative, there's a little swell of something nervous and warm in your chest. He wasn't lying; more scars litter his legs underneath the muted blue hair dusting them. One leaves a thin line on his bared hip. Another nasty looking one streaks across his thigh. Luckily, despite the sheer volume of scars adorning his body, they all seem to be years old by now, red and pink flesh faded to white.

As your gaze trails over his past triumphs curiously, he scrunches his nose in displeasure. "Unless you really do want to walk around in that, you better wash up, before I take it off for you."

The heat spreads across your whole face now, and you quickly turn your head. "Right. Right." Before you can chicken out, you grab your shirt at the bottom, pulling it off. You don't give yourself time to psyche yourself out, pulling down your sweats and panties in turn, and making your way a bit further into the water to wash up. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't dare look until you're positive you've well and truly washed away the lingering filth.

Sure enough, when you do let yourself look, his gaze is locked onto you as he finished up cleaning himself. He hums a bit, seeming more at ease, and you hope he doesn't notice as your breath catches at seeing him bare from the front. The soft trail of that same muted blue hair leading down the center of his stomach is enough to make your thoughts melt a bit, and he huffs out a laugh through his nose as he notices your staring.

You both settle into a comfortable quiet as you finish up, and prepare to continue travelling north along the shoreline.

----

It's just after sunset when Lohen motions you to get close, eyes locked on something across the water. Obeying, you're quickly at his heel, matching his pace closely. "Look," he says, voice low. "Our targets."

Sure enough, if you squint, you can make out the unsettling shapes of 8 or 9 rifthounds on higher land. "We're already here?" you whisper.

"Exactly why I wanted you with me," he murmurs, glancing at you. "C'mon, let's make camp for the night." You ignore the flutter in your heart and follow him further inland, and he makes short work of the handful of anemo slimes nearby before you both get to work setting up camp.

---

Sleep had come quickly for you both, bodies worn out from the travel and the heat of the sun. When you wake to birdsong in the morning, you notice that Lohen had awoke before you. Though seemingly not for long; his hair is still mussed, eyes still half lidded from slumber. You drag yourself up halfway, blinking blearily, and see that he's heating up a couple of moon pies.

"Stealing my fuckin' rations?" you mumble out, ghost of a smile on your lips.

"You got me," he chuckles, low sleepy rasp still coloring his voice as he hands over the food he'd heated up for you. "Hurry and eat, I wanna get at those fuckers before noon."

"Yes sir," you reply, without any of the professionalism.

"You're less of a brat when you're sleepy," he grins.

"I can punch you in the face, if you want."

---

True to his word, Lohen's up and prepping for the hunt within half an hour, supplies and sleeping mats all packed away neatly. While scouring to make sure you packed everything, you do a double take as he starts pulling off his clean training shirt, and then spot his uniform set out behind him.

"We're wearing uniforms??"

He pops his head out of the bottom of the shirt, looking at you curiously with his messy hair again. "You didn't bring yours?"

"No, I did, I brought it just in case-"

"See? So diligent!" he praises, a sprinkle of condescension within it.

Your uniform is easy enough to get on, and you're less psyched out changing in front of him while he's busy with his own. By the time you're fully dressed and ready, he's got everything on except for his boots, and... watching as he pulls them on, fastening metal bits and tightening straps, something clicks in your brain. 'No, please, Barbatos, I have enough going on without a weird thing for his fucking boots,' you pray.

Barbatos is clearly on his lunch hour. Lohen glances up at you for a moment, takes in the look on your face and the guilty expression that immediately takes it over, and a sly grin starts to creep across his mouth. (Fuck. You hadn't seen that since yesterday afternoon. You'd almost forgotten the fear this fucker could strike in your heart.) "Whatcha looking at, my sweet knight?"

"Nothing! Just. Waiting on you to... to hurry up."

He hums thoughtfully, wrapping the final strap around his thigh and tightening it as he looks you in the eye knowingly. "Right. I believe you."

---

You were initially a bit worried about the amount of rifthounds, but as usual, Lohen's expertise and thirst for blood made it feel like child's play.

You only got the chance to finish three of them off, and that was only after Lohen had torn through them on contact. You don't have time to feel useless, though; you'd feel a bit bad taking his enrichment from him. He's clearly been having the time of his life, swinging his polearm viciously, sinking poisoned daggers into the abyssal creatures' hides. One of the bigger hounds swung a tail into his stomach, knocking the wind from him, and all he'd done was laugh, high and breathless and excited. (It was a good thing the battle was nearly over by that point, because you'd had to take a second to compose yourself.)

It's a little cooler out today. Cloudy, and still just as pleasantly windy, but you don't find yourself miserably hot as the final hound warps into abyssal nothingness.

You're a bit out of breath yourself, but you look up to see Lohen a few yards away, panting, and your mind goes blank at the sight. His head is thrown back as his chest heaves with every pant, and you can see he's sweaty from the workout of it, glistening on his neck. His polearm is stabbed into the ground, and he's gripping it firmly, keeping him upright as he catches his breath. You can see the blood spilled from the hounds splattered on his uniform, on his hands, on his face, on his boots...

When he looks over at you from the corner of his eye and sees you staring, looking awestruck, he laughs loudly, breathlessly. And then he makes his way over to you, pushing himself off with his polearm. You feel a nervous flip in your stomach as you see the look in his eye.

Still frenzied from the battle.

Still hungry.

You realize the implications just a moment too late, your breath hitching as he gets in close, dismissing his weapon in a sparkle of cryo. You really don't know how you aren't expecting the leg sweep, but it pulls a yelp from you as your knees hit the ground. You look up at him, ready to protest, but a gloved hand is grabbing you by the jaw before you can even begin.

Lohen tilts your face to look at you properly, sneering down at you with a hint of fondness.

You stumble over your words. "What— what are you-"

"We finished the bounty," he interrupts you, "and now I have you until we get back to the port. You remember what I said, don't you?" he coos.

In your mind you hear the same thing that's been haunting you over and over since yesterday. 'You didn't really think I wasn't planning to fuck you?' Your face goes redder than it was, and you try to stammer out a stubborn response, but he's moving his hand to grab you by the hair instead.

...And using his grip to press your face right against his clothed cock. Your hands come up to find purchase on his thighs, resting on the tops of his boots. (A fresh pang of arousal hits because did you really need the reminder of the boots thing?? Did you really??) Lohen giggles softly as he looks down at you, and your glare is significantly less effective while he's essentially grinding on your face. It's painfully embarrassing, being in this position, and unfortunately it's also painfully hot.

Just as you start to break and lean into it, you feel his leg shift. And then you feel something press at your cunt through layers of clothing, and the whimper you let out when you realize it's the steel toe of his fucking boot is nothing short of pitiful.

"That's not fair," you whine quietly, as he moves it back and forth, just a bit, just enough to start making you insane.

"'That's not fair,'" Lohen mocks you, mimicking the desperate shake in your voice before laughing down at you. "I saw your face earlier. What is it, you want to grind your pretty little cunt on my boot til you cum? You want me to step on you? Hm?" He cocks his head a bit as you try (again) to glare up at him, the hard press of his bulge still firmly against your cheek. "Grind on it, then."

Your face ablaze, you want to argue, or protest, or do literally anything aside from listen to him, but if you don't find some relief you truly think you might die. So, whining high in your throat, you obey. Lohen's breath catches and his eyes widen excitedly as you start to grind your cunt down against his boot, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment so you don't have to look at him. (It doesn't matter; you can feel his cock fucking twitch under the fabric at you humiliating yourself so willingly for him.) The layers of clothing you wear barely dull your pleasure, though you're quite positive you're seeping through some fabric by now. It feels good. Far better than it has any right to. You're holding onto one of his thighs now for purchase, fingers digging in hard enough you think it might bruise him. ('Right, like he wouldn't be into that,' you think.)

Lohen lets you keep going like this for a minute or two, taking in the desperate fuck of your hips, the way you willingly debase yourself for him, the way you listen. He makes an amused little noise, and it's all the warning you get before he's pulling away; you don't even get the chance to whine at his absence before he's got his boot on your fucking chest, shoving you to the ground.

The sight of Lohen looming over you, staring down at you with as much gleeful sadism as you see in battle, his boot keeping you pressed to the earth... all of it combined leaves you aching with want. You let out a quiet whimper and try to press your thighs together... and he moves his foot, kicking your legs apart and pressing the patterned bottom of his boot firmly against your poor dripping cunt.

"This what you wanted?" he asks, faux-disgust coloring his tone and sending an almost painful throb of arousal through you. (The light flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are locked onto you, the feral curl of his grin... it gives him away.) "Fuck, it really never fails to impress me just how pathetic you are. I bet I could make you cum like this." 'I bet you'd let me' hangs unspoken in the air like a collar around your throat.

"N- no, please," you whimper out quietly.

"No?" Lohen tilts his head, eyeing you curiously.

You figure you've already hit rock bottom; what's a little more humiliation on top of everything you've already let him do? "...It... felt better when you were... inside of me."

The way his eyes light up and a mean sneer curls his lips sends arousal pooling in your lower tummy, and nearly has tears welling in your eyes. "No fucking way, I really did train you like a pet." At your spluttering and trying to squirm away, he removes his boot, walking a circle around you like a predator honing in, and then gets close to you again, lightly pressing the steel toe into your cheek. He gently nudges your face to the side, though you're still looking up at him, your brows furrowed and eyes wide and teary. "Lucky I don't make you lick it," he murmurs to himself, a hint of a lovesick smile on his face as he removes his boot again.

Lohen walks back around and settles heavily on his knees before his hands slide up your thighs, fingers deftly unfastening your uniform pants before tugging them down harshly, just to your knees. At the sight of your soaked panties, he huffs out a laugh, and moves his hand to rub tight circles into your clit with his thumb. "This wet from being stepped on, huh?"

You try to lunge up at him, but you're shoved back to the ground harshly with a cold gloved hand on your throat. You still glare weakly at him. "Shut up. Are you gonna do something about it, or are..."

You trail off as he removes his hands, unfastening the front of his pants and tilting his head with an expression that screams "you poor thing". You realize you haven't actually seen his cock, at least not hard, and you feel a little surge of shyness as he slowly pulls it out. It's pretty. 5 or 6 inches, flushed a pretty red at the tip, a thick vein running underneath that makes you salivate. You don't even realize you're staring at first. He hums, amused, and gives it a few slow strokes, running his thumb over the tip and watching your eyes follow.

"You really do have it bad, huh?" Lohen murmurs, and your gaze flits back up to his face. You're thoroughly surprised to see a... little bit of a blush, contrasting with the harsh treatment he's been giving you. ('Is he... a little bit flustered by your staring? No. No, absolutely not. Moving on.') He folds you in half, knees to your chest, as he looms over you so closely you can feel his breath on your lips. You look into his eyes, and feel a tug at your heart at the intimacy of it. You realize, a bit startled, that you're about to fuck face to face in the warm sunlight, no cover of darkness to hide under. Neither of you say anything for quite a few moments; neither of you move. You... think you can see Lohen having a similar internal struggle, eyes flitting over your face nervously, looking wild in an unfamiliar way. (You hope he doesn't run. You hope you never have to admit that.)

He swallows, closes his eyes and sighing shakily, and presses his forehead to yours for a moment. Then, you feel him shift, and feel the thick head of his cock pressing gently against your entrance, and he pulls back just enough to look at you again. "Ask me nicely."

You blink a couple times, looking betrayed as your cheeks start to burn again. You try to look away, but a hand comes up to hold you firmly by your face, forcing you to keep your eyes locked with his. "Th... that's not fair, you said—"

You gasp as the bastard starts to slip in, head popping in shamefully easily with how wet you are, before pulling right back out. "Yeah? What'd I say?"

You try shooting him a mean look, but you feel quite positive you couldn't be intimidating no matter what in your current position. "You said you'd. You'd fuck me."

The head of his cock slips in, and out, again. You squeeze around it without meaning too, and a lazy grin spreads across his face. "Did I? I don't seem to recall." There's an amused lilt in his voice that makes you want to punch him. Or fuck him. The two really do seem to blur together these days.

At the possibility of him not following through on his promise, you swallow a bit of your pride. "P... Please."

"Please?" In, and out.

You inhale shakily. "Please fuck me?"

His wicked grin doesn't waver, but you catch it for sure this time, the nervous way his gaze dances over your face before he speaks. "Please who?" In, and out.

Your eyes threaten to roll back at the feeling, face properly hot now. "Please, vice cap-"

"Lohen." In—

"Please fuck me, Lohen."

His cock slides home in one deep thrust, filling you snugly as he watches you throw your head back in pleasure. The shaky gasp you let out has his cock twitching, deep inside of you, and it's impossible to keep yourself from squeezing around him at the feeling.

Lohen's voice wavers as he speaks, overwhelmed with the feeling himself. "See? Trained like a good pet." Just as you open your mouth to retort, he starts to fuck into you, increasing to an even pace. He laughs, breath mingling with yours as you moan, eyes fluttering and struggling to hold eye contact. He slaps your cheek a couple times, gently. "Ah, ah. Eyes on me. Unless you don't wanna cum?"

Your eyes flutter open again in a slight panic as he fucks you, whining out, "No, I do, please, I do!"

Another breathless laugh against your lips, and then he's rubbing a thumb messily over your lips, eyes alight with an idea. "Yeah? What else do you want? You want me to make you cum on my boot sometime? Wanna— ah, fuck— wanna spar me and get beat into the ground again before I fuck you? Want me to call you pathetic??"

You moan high in your throat, cunt squeezing around him like a vice, and you nod desperately.

His eyes narrow and his grin gets nasty; you can feel yourself dripping because of it and your heart drops. "Tell me, then." You whimper and weakly try to squirm out of his grasp. "Struggle all you want, you're not getting out of this. Tell me all the gross shit you want me to do to you."

"But it's... it's embarrassing," you sniffle.

"Aw..." he coos. "That's the fucking point." The sudden mockery in his tone does you no favors in pleading your case. His hips slow down. "Do it or you're not cumming."

"No no no, fuck, please! More, I-"

"Last chance."

"Please, I want it, I want you to p... put me in my place, I want to fight you and lose, I want you to make me cum on your boot and fuck my throat while I do...!" As you speak, his pace starts picking back up, faster, harder than before, and he curses under his breath. "Want you to chase me down again and scare me, want your knife at my- at my throat again, want your hands in my hair, want you to be mean, want to kiss you, please, Lohen, fuck-"

You hear him laugh, panting and ecstatic, as he quickly snakes his hand into your hair, gripping tightly as he pulls you in for a vicious, deep kiss. Your walls flutter around him as your climax quickly approaches, and your hands reach up to grab his hair in turn, tugging harshly on the soft blue locks. The desperate, high, filthy noise he makes into the kiss is what sends you straight over the edge. As searing pleasure tears through your body, dragging choked noises from you into the kiss, you register Lohen's hips going still, and the warmth as he pumps his entire load as deep into you as he can.

As your climaxes wear off, Lohen pulls away from the kiss, burying his face in your neck with a very out of breath noise. You're no better, panting and trying to catch your breath. (Easier said than done with the full weight of the vice captain currently bearing down on you.)

After staying like that for a few minutes, he starts to move to get up, stopping with his face in front of yours again. 'There's that nervous look again,' you note with a tired smile. He furrows his brows at your smile, slides his hand to your face again, and squeezes your cheeks as he kisses you again, lighter this time.

Lohen pulls out, and as you feel the absolute mess he left behind, your face goes red all over again. "Oh my god, my uniform."

He glances down at his own, seeing where cum and slick are already drying at the front of his pants. "Oops," he says, cheerily. "If only we knew a place to wash up."

You shoot him a proper glare (finally). "That's like a half hour of walking away!"

Lohen realizes fully your situation, and grins. "Holy shit, you're gonna have to go that whole way with my cum inside you."

You swat at his arm, which he doesn't even bother to block as he cackles and fastens his pants. "You suck so fucking bad," you hiss, face burning as you pull your panties and uniform pants back on, feeling your own slick and his cum ('There's so much. Why is there so much? I can't be horny again holy fuck move on.') pressed against your poor abused cunt. "Lohen—"

"Vice captain Lohen."

"Go fuck yourself. Lohen, you're carrying our bags just for that."

The second Lohen called your squadron together to delegate their tasks while he was away, you really should've known something was up.

He informed you all that the mini expedition should only last 2 or 3 days, that he'd be back before they had time to miss him (you heard someone stifle a snort, and they promptly got volunteered by Lohen for special training upon his return).

"...And last but not least, miss Ursula, I'd like you to remain stationed near the north wall. You're one of our best, after all."

He'd gone through each member individually to dole out orders, except for you. "Lo- vice captain Lohen," you stammer out. "You didn't give me any orders."

His gaze flicks to you, and a smile creeps across his face. "Oh, I didn't, did I?" He begins gathering his belongings, stowing them in his bag for the trip. "You're the one accompanying me, cadet. How very exciting!"

Your heart drops. "What-?!"

Slinging the bag over his shoulder and dismissing the rest of the knights, he comes right over to you. "We're leaving tomorrow morning, around sunrise. Meet me at the northern exit, I'll debrief you while we travel."

"Lohen, I have-"

"Vice captain Lohen."

"Vice captain Lohen," you correct yourself, trying to hide your annoyance, lest you get him riled up. "I have paperwork I still need to finish from the camp we wiped out last week. I really can't-"

"Oh, I already talked to Varka about that! You're cleared to go."

You look at him, dumbfounded, and he just grins back.

"So. Sunrise, don't be late!"

---

The son of a bitch hadn't even told you what to pack.

Grumbling in annoyance, you make your way to the northernmost part of the port, your bag weighing you down. You'd figured it'd be easiest to travel in loose clothes, so you kept your uniform packed neatly in your bag. For the trip itself, just to be safe, you'd packed quite a few bottles full of spring water, a decent first aid kit, a rolled up sleeping mat, and an extra change of training clothes. You figure since it's meant to be a several day trip, you don't really want to be stuck traveling in dirty, potentially blood-soaked clothing. (You even considered bringing a jacket, but tossed that idea out the second you stepped foot outside and felt the warm breeze.)

You take in the gorgeous weather as you walk, the gentle morning glow cast upon Dornman Port putting you at ease, mood a little lighter now. Between the comfort of the summer air and the serene skies above you, you're prime for targeting as you step past the port's north entrance.

"Boo."

You shriek, nearly tripping over your own feet as you whip your head around, looking for the origin of your fright. Your eyes quickly narrow in frustration as they find the culprit; Lohen sits high on a crumbling wall to your left, obscured just enough by the trees that you hadn't seen him amongst the flickering sunrise shadows. "Stop fucking doing that!" you hiss out, composing yourself.

And boy is he laughing, leaning back far enough that you're shocked he doesn't go toppling straight off the wall. ('Something about all the king's horses, and all the king's men...' You smirk, and have to quickly wipe it off your face.)

Once he finally catches his breath, he tosses his bag down next to you before pushing himself off the wall to join it. You'd made the right call, not wearing your uniform or any jacket; he's done the same. (You avert your eyes for a moment; now is not the time to be remembering the last time you'd seen him in training clothes. 'Just a week ago, in the woods...' You mentally slap yourself.)

He slings the bag over his shoulder, nodding at the knights stationed nearby that'd seen the whole thing and are clearly fighting back smiles. His gaze flicks to you. "Ready, then?"

You scrunch your nose in displeasure. "I don't have much choice, but yes."

Snickering, he turns, lithe form walking off into the rapidly lightening morning.

Rolling your eyes and repressing a smile you'll never admit to, you follow, complaining under your breath. "You're the one who wanted me on this mission, you should at least be carrying my bag, too."

He hears you just fine, and doesn't even bother turning around, cackling. "It sounds like I've spoiled you too much! Matter of fact, you want to carry mine, too?"

"Shit, no— no, sorry."

"Aww, see, we'll teach you some manners yet."

And with that, you're off.

---

The first 20 minutes of your trek is mostly Lohen hollering over his shoulder to you, double checking that you've brought adequate supplies.

"Sleeping mat?"

"Yep."

"Water?"

"6 bottles."

"Good, today's gonna be warm, stay hydrated. You already said you brought rations, let's see... first aid?"

"Yes sir, antidotes and healing potions as well."

"'Yes sir,' hahaha. But good. Oh! You pack your wind glider?" He glances over his shoulder. "You do have a license, yeah?"

"Yes and yes."

He hums happily. "So diligent, good."

"Stop that."

Once you've settled into the rhythm of travel with Lohen, a few paces behind him, you furrow your brows. "L... ah, vice captain, you still haven't-"

"Oh, Lohen's fine." He sounds much cheerier, more at ease out here as the sounds of the port grow more distant.

"Lohen," you correct yourself, hesitantly. "You still haven't told me... you know, where the hell we're going. Or the details of the mission. A crumb of context, please?"

He laughs loudly, throwing his head back as he walks. "Right, right. So! Rifthounds. You're familiar, I trust?"

"Yeah?"

"There's been reports that some are lurking north. You know that place northwest of the old sanitarium? Way down on the ground."

"Yeah, but... there isn't any civilization or anything over there, right?"

"Nah, civilians saw a pack of 'em across the water. But it still poses a problem."

You think for a moment, eyes on the wooden planks passing underneath you as you walk. "...Because if they tore open a rift, they'll just keep coming if we leave them be... and probably be attracted to inhabited areas."

"That's right, good."

The small praise makes heat rise high on your cheeks, and you're grateful to be walking behind him. He's been well behaved today. He hasn't really gone out of his way to bully you, or make a cruel reference to your past incidents, or even really looked you in the eye. And while you should be grateful for that too, you find yourself a bit disappointed.

---

You take a lunch break a little after noon. You've made it all the way up the winding wooden bridge path from the port, high up enough that it looks miniscule. You look down in awe, at the hustle and bustle, all the people, all the windmills and banners in motion from the summer wind. Lohen calls you back over to him, where he's setting his bag down heavily near a lone windmill. "Enjoying the view?"

You nod, glancing back one more time as you join up with him. "I've never seen it from high up before."

"That's part of why I wanted to go this way. We could have gone along the shore the whole way, but... I did miss Mondstadt." He sighs wistfully, closing his eyes as a gust of wind runs through his hair, tousling it.

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "Then why didn't we stay at that little station above us? We could've had our lunch there."

He snorts. "I said I missed Mondstadt, not being important at work."

Lohen has you gather some suitable sticks and dry grass for a fire, and you repress the swell of pride you feel at his approving nod. It's not long before he has a decent fire up and going, and your lunch is underway.

You furrow your brows, glancing at him as you start to eat, speaking between bites. "I still don't know why you brought me along."

He hums as he chews, not looking over at you. "Well," he starts, swallowing. "Here's my thinking. I leave at sunrise, make it most of the way there, then camp for the night. Keep moving the next morning, be right on the rifthounds' asses before it even hits mid day. Slaughter them. And maybe spend a little time enjoying the view up there." He takes another bite of his moon pie, continuing around the mouthful of traditional Mondstadt cuisine. "I'm in no rush to get back, and they certainly don't need my expertise as much here."

"Uh huh..." you say, slowly, not following. "But... that doesn't answer-"

"And if I'd brought a squadron with me," Lohen interrupts you, swallowing, "this would probably take a week. I'm faster on my own." You stay quiet, eyes on him. He looks up to meet your gaze, and he sounds loathe to admit, "You keep up with me. You're quick enough to be at my heel in travel and in a fight. Your combat has room for improvement, but I don't generally need to worry about you when you take on an opponent."

You blink a few times, processing the closest thing to real praise he's given you, before looking back into the fire as he takes a long drink from his water. "You, ah. You trained me well."

He snorts a bit. "See? I terrorize you for good reason." He pauses, before furrowing his own brows at you. "Also, I meant it, drink your fuckin' water, cadet. I don't need you passing out on me when we glide in a little bit." You make an annoyed face at him, but you obey.

You both finish the rest of your meal in an oddly comfortable quiet, the crackle of the fire and rustle of leaves in the wind keeping you company until it's time to get moving again.

---

A few paces ahead, Lohen huffs, coming to a stop. "Hang on, here, hold my bag."

"What-?!"

He slides it off his shoulder, handing it off to you as you meet him. "I need to piss, I'll be back."

He turns and starts to make his way toward some trees a little ways away. You, a little flustered by the light vulgarity (as though he hasn't spewed pure filth in your ear just weeks ago— fuck, focus), make a horrible decision instead of simply taking the order; you poke the hornet's nest. "See, this is why you shouldn't have nagged me to hydrate. Karma."

He barely pauses, looking back at you momentarily; you're sure he's joking, but he says "yeah yeah, talking back again, you're lucky I don't piss on you."

You aren't nearly as good at suppressing your expressions as you'd like to be. And put in front of Lohen, it very well may not have mattered anyway if you tried. He catches the look on your face just before he's turned away, and his gaze sharpens, locking onto you as he stops moving.

Your heart drops into your stomach. "No."

"Are you fucking serious?" That look in his eye is back, and so is the nervous arousal it sends straight to your lower tummy.

"Just go," you hiss, cheeks starting to heat up as you do your best to feign normalcy.

Lohen closes his eyes and hums for a few seconds, thinking to himself. And then a slow grin creeps across his stupid face, and he's turning toward you again. His pace is leisurely, but it makes you want to fucking bolt in the opposite direction. "C'mere."

You let both bags slide to the ground, tensing up. "...You're not actually going to... do that."

His head tilts a little, and he looks at you almost pitifully, grin growing wider. "No?" You take a step back. "You can gamble, if you want. Have I bluffed before?"

Your head spins with arousal and fear and embarrassment and you do not have time to be sorting it out right now because he's about to be on you. You register how close he is, and you start to take off, leaving the bags behind. (No one's going to touch them, after all; knights don't patrol down this way, thank god.)

Behind you, you hear a crazed, excited laugh. You make it to another little patch of trees, close to one of those ancient waypoint things; it's less than half a minute before he catches up to you. (God, so he was just fucking with you when he hunted you last time? He could've caught you without any issue.) A cold hand wraps around your throat from behind; your world spins and then you hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of you. When you get your bearings, Lohen is looking down at you, barely out of breath from the brief chase.

"You barely even tried." He's not even pinning you, just sitting on your hips, straddling you.

"You fucker-" you gasp out, still a bit dazed. "You didn't let me!"

He snickers. "Aw, you could've tried harder, considering what I'm gonna do to you."

Your focus sharpens in a panic, and you start to squirm, trying to get out from under him. "We're too close to that knights' outpost, they're gonna fucking see!"

"No they're not, we're hidden by the trees here, dummy." Lohen tilts his head again, grin fading into something a bit more serious as you struggle; he raises an eyebrow, and pauses. "You get one opportunity." You freeze, looking up at him (and his stupid pretty eyes), seeing him stare intently back down at you. "I'll let you go. Say the word now."

"Le..." you start to blurt out, before trailing off. Your gaze quickly flits away, then back to him... and then away again as you come to some incredibly shameful conclusions.

...And a delighted sneer replaces the grin he wore, as a thumb hooks in the waistband of his pants. "Oh, that's how it is. We can play." Face burning, you go back to thrashing as he moves to pull them down; his hands quickly change course to pin you to the ground, legs tightly caging in your hips. He has a funny smile on his face that makes you even more nervous. "Trust me, you don't want to do it this way. Make it easy for yourself."

"Go fuck yourself," you spit out, struggling against him.

He cackles, looking at you curiously. "You have a change of clothes in your bag, don't you?"

Another pang of arousal at the threat that leaves you aching with want. Which is, of course, none of his business. "Let me go, I'm not giving you the fucking chance."

Lohen leans down close, body nearly flush with yours as he keeps you pinned, and laughs in your face. "Aren't you, though?" Alarmed, you go still, trying to assess what you could have possibly missed. "I don't know why you have such faith that I won't just soak us both, you know. I brought a change of clothes, too."

You inhale sharply in a panic as you process, but his grip on you tightens to keep you in place, and then it's too late for the pathetic little "don't" you whimper out to matter. You hear a quiet hissing sound, feeling warmth suddenly bloom, spreading from where your hips meet, down to your cunt. His head drops onto your shoulder, face in the crook of your neck as he sighs out a noise of relief.

Your entire face fucking burns as you feel his piss completely soaking you through his clothes and yours, and the fight leaves your body because, well... frankly, you lost. Thoroughly. "Lohen, oh my fucking god," you whine out, voice shaking in humiliation, tears beading up in your eyes from the overwhelm and desperation as your cunt squeezes down on nothing.

He laughs lazily, remarking, "I've never heard you sound like that before." He releases your wrists, bringing your face to his, and pressing a kiss to your lips (distantly, you note that this is the first time he's done it). Regretfully, you whine into it, and your hips move upward into his before you can consciously decide against it. He makes a soft, pitying noise into the kiss, grinding against you, and... there's something about the feeling of the wet fabric against your folds, combined with feeling his hard length pressed to your core. It sends a wave of pure want through you, straight to your poor, aching cunt.

You start to whine as he pulls away, until his hand slides underneath your clothes again, entirely unbothered by the soaked fabric. He drags his fingers along your slit curiously, and his laugh is breathless with arousal as he feels a distinct slickness absolutely dripping out of you. "Oh my god, you really were into that." You feel his cock twitch where it's now pressed against your thigh.

You sniffle out a weak "shut up", and his syrupy sweet faux-sympathy voice does nothing to ease the desperate ache you feel. "Poor baby, you just can't help it, can you? You'll take anything I give you." Three of his fingers slip deep into you without any resistance, and you choke out a moan. "Even if that means I'm pissing on you. You're so gross," he says, genuine affection dripping from the degrading words.

You shudder a bit as you inhale. "Fuck, please just— please," you beg incoherently, hips bucking to meet his hand desperately.

"Please what?"

"Fuck, I, ah-"

"Please make you cum after pissing on you? That it?"

"Yes," you hiss, face burning hot as you meet his eye. "Please. Please, it feels good, it's so fucking hot, I, just-"

Lohen's laugh is feral, and he picks up the pace, palm slapping your clit with every thrust of his fingers. "See," he coos. "I told you I'd teach you some manners. Good girl, cum all over yourself for me, that's it." You're too high strung to even try to fight it as your orgasm crashes into you, pleasure tearing through your body. Your back arches and Lohen is kind enough to use his free hand to cover your mouth, lest the high pitched moan he drags from you drift over to the nearby outpost. (Or, maybe he just wants to keep your noises all to himself. Who's to say, really?)

Once you've gone limp and begun to catch your breath, he releases you, wiping his hand on the front of his shirt (nice of him to not wipe it on you, at least. You distantly remember he did the same thing during your first incident, too; a small show of consideration after degrading you and making you cum so hard you almost passed out).

"You okay??" Lohen asks, patting your cheek gently. You nod, slowly regaining full control over your legs. "Good. I'm gonna give it like 15 minutes, and then we're gonna glide, alright?" You look up at him, distressed, and he chuckles a little. "There's water down there, dummy. We can get cleaned up and changed. Do you really wanna do the rest of this trek covered in my piss? Oh, wait."

You slap his arm and he doesn't even try to block it, laughing more openly. Even so, you frown. "But... you didn't..."

"Huh?" He tilts his head before it hits him. "Oh, I'm really not worried cumming right this second." Your eyebrows furrow upward, looking even more upset, though he doesn't give you the chance to voice your thoughts. "And no, it has nothing to do with you. If I had it my way, I'd just fuck you stupid now. Ooh, maybe make you suck me off after what just happened."

You inhale, embarrassment flaring back to life, and slap him again, looking away as you sit up. "Shut up don't be gross again so fucking soon."

"Or what, you'll cum again?" he cackles. "But no. I'd rather get our bounties out of the way, so we aren't both dead tired by the time we get to 'em. And besides..." He leans in close, breath ghosting over your lips. "It's awfully secluded where we're headed. You didn't really think I wasn't planning to fuck you?" He presses another kiss to your lips before you can stammer out a reply, and rises, going to retrieve your bags where they lie forgotten on the trail.