#diggianini

This already feels different than usual, there is no proper rush, they’re already just in boxers, leathers long forgotten on the floor, the adrenaline does not come from the fast pace of the race still running through their veins. No, it comes from within, like there’s a caged animal inside that needs to get out, that’s how Diggia feels when Enea glues him to the wall, sharp teeth on his jugular and the smell of fuel and track trapped between their bodies.

Even in his arousal Enea seems caring now, probably because of the shoulder, he barely touches his arm, hands placed on both his hips, squeezing them tightly.

“Gonna miss this once you’re away you know?” “Yeah me too, we’ve got next year thought” “Will be more difficult, different constructor and shit” “Let’s think about now, it’s my last race, no? Let me enjoy this” “yes yes you’re right”

They don’t kiss, never, too intimate they both said a while back, like holding hands or god forbid staying over.

Everything except rough adrenaline fuelled sex is off limits for the two of them.

But when Enea grabs him by the wrist to drag him to his bedroom Diggia wants to pull him back, kiss those lips he sometimes dreams of at night, feel them against his own, and not just around his dick.

He desperately wants to pull Enea back and hug him, let himself be hugged back, lose himself in the warmth he knows Enea radiates.

Instead he just follows him to the bed, and makes no kind of complaint when he’s thrown onto it and finds himself with Enea sat on his lap, one leg on each side of his body.

“Since it’s your last race this year and you did amazing I think I can reward you a bit”

Diggia is very close to moaning Enea’s name already, their cocks brushing through layers of clothes, but they both can feel just how much the other wants this, craves this almost. Enea moves from his lap just to get both their boxers off, then grabs the bottle of lube he keeps on his nightstand, coating Diggia’s cock with it.

“Wait wait Bestia I have to stretch you before” “Stretch me while I ride you, I want to feel you”

Diggia wants to tell him it’s a stupid idea, that it’s going to hurt, that he doesn’t have to do it just for him, but Enea is quicker to answer.

“I enjoy it Fabio, really, I can feel you getting harder inside of me” “Fuck”

Enea positions himself back on Diggia’s lap, he’s not fully hard yet, they both know, and Enea slowly lifts his hips to align himself with Diggia’s cock, slowly sinking down on it, feeling every centimeter entering him, stretching him widely.

“You’re big God you feel so good”

Diggia is completely overwhelmed by the sensation of Enea being tighter than ever around him, it makes his head spin and his body seems to increase his sensitivity by a hundred percent.

Enea on the other hand is going crazy at the stretch, it hurts a bit, yeah, but it’s also so damn good, he can feel Diggia getting harder and bigger inside him, and it gets him mad.

As soon as he starts riding him properly the younger throws his head back, hand flying to grip at his hips and guide his movements as he prefers them to be.

None of them realizes, but the hold he has on Enea is so hard he’ll surely leave marks, marks he usually doesn’t allow himself to leave, just the occasional bite or bruise on one pec or the lower hidden part of the collarbone.

Enea tries to hold composure putting his hands on Diggia’s chest, not the shoulders, too scared to hurt the man under him, and moaning loudly every time he sinks down completely.

“Ah fuck Bestia you are - fuuck”

None of the two has ever felt this good, sure they both had lots of sex with other people, girls to be precise, but for Diggia nothing has felt this heavenly and neither has for Enea, despite them having had rougher sex in the past this is a whole new level.

It’s not even rough, yeah it’s unprepped but they’re both so connected to the other it almost seems romantic. 

And for their standards it could actually be.

The only thing running around Diggia’s mind right now is he wants to kiss Eena, kiss that man until they’re both drained of breath, until they get dizzy from the lack of oxygen and are forced to break away. He wants to hold him closer, tighter, to run his fingers along the perfect line of Enea’s honestly insane abs.

And Enea is no better. He’s riding Diggia as if it’s the only thing keeping him alive, he feels so full he’s afraid he won’t be able to ever come again after this, if not with this. God he wants to grab Diggia’s stupidly handsome face and kiss him for hours as they fuck and laugh and fuck again.

Diggia moves his hands to cup Enea’s ass, that perfect curve that makes Diggia water at the mouth even if he briefly thinks of it, the other hand moves on Enea’s back, slowly, caressing every square of skin, feeling the muscles tensing underneath his fingertips.

Enea is getting louder, he feels high, he’s not sure if it’s for the sex or the smell of the track still present on both of them, but he feels like he’s being pulled away from reality and dragged into a state where everything he can feel is pleasure, rising and increasing every second that passes.

He can also feel Diggia moaning, that half grunt he makes that gets Enea weak in the legs every time he hears it.

“Enea” “Fuck fuck I’m close” “Please let me come inside please”

He shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. It’s too much, it’s too intimate.

It’s not that they've never done it without a condom, but whoever topped that time came outside, Enea distinctly remembers coming on Diggia’s chest, and has a faint memory of Diggia doing the same on his. This is new, unexplored territory. It’s scary, because what if Diggia likes it? What if Enea likes it?

But diggia has that fucking irresistible pleading doe eyes, and Enea is really really close, and if it feels good now, it can only feel better if he’s properly full…right?

Enea nods, and Diggia changes expression completely, he was aroused before now he looks possessed, hungry, and Enea would gladly become a main course for his dinner.

Diggia bites at Enea’s neck, harder than before, he sucks on the flesh that slowly becomes purple, he’s never done a hickey so high up the neck, but none of the two gives a fuck, it’s the single hottest moment in their lives, Enea keeps riding Diggia with the small strength he has left, Diggia is helping him a bit, but he’s mostly kissing and biting wherever he lands his lips on, no matter if it’s Enea’s collarbone or nipple or jaw.

Enea is on cloud nine when Diggia wraps his hand around his cock, jerking him off fast and mean, just how he likes it, as Enea has to rest his forehead on Diggia’s good shoulder not to die. He doesn’t last long after that, barely a minute and he’s painting Diggia’s hand white, panting hard and quick, still moaning because he’s now completely drained of strength, but Diggia isn’t, he’s pounding Enea as he’s still on his lap, moaning in each other's face. Close. Maybe too close.

“Fuck it”

Enea wraps his arms around Diggia’s head and kisses him. Harsh, demanding, teeth and tongues clashing, it’s a fairly terrible kiss, too much saliva, too much confusion, but none of them cares, hands are roaming everywhere, saliva dripping from their mouths, deep guttural sounds coming from both of them, and Diggia has never been so close. He breaks away from the kiss and thrusts another few times, his orgasm hitting like a punch in the gut, filling Enea up, who moans again at the sensation, hands gripping Diggia’s hair as the other finishes. When Diggia pulls out, Enea can feel the cum oozing out of his hole, dripping on the sheets.

“That was - intense” “Yeah” They look at anything but each other, they broke rules, rules that weren’t supposed to be broken.

“Bestia I -” “I gotta go, I have a uhm a meeting in like half an hour, debrief, yeah can’t miss it I was shit today” “You already had the debrief” “Then I have other shit to do” “You don’t wanna talk about what happened, it's fine we forget. We just forget and move on, but you need a shower and I do too, so get in there and you can leave once you’re fine”

Enea wants to protest, but Diggia is right, they both need a shower and he has nothing to do, so he just goes into the shower and tries to wash away the sensation he felt when they kissed. That fucking accelerated heartbeat and the stomach flipping inside his body, the need to stay like that forever.

“Fucking idiot”

He shouldn’t have given in, he should’ve followed their rules, but no, he had to kiss that punchable face cause he’s so goddamn in love with Diggia it’s embarrassing. And now Diggia wants to forget it happened because he’s not as pathetic as him and he doesn’t like Enea the way enea likes him.

He basically ruined everything, just because he wanted to kiss the man he’s been in love with for three years.

He wants to punch the wall, but then Diggia would ask why his knuckles are bleeding and he’d have to say something and the less they speak the faster Enea will be able to go away.

Once he’s out of the shower he goes back into the bedroom, he’s limping a bit and his ass fucking hurts, but it ws worth it. Diggia is on the phone, legs spread and still completely naked, honestly unfair towards Enea who knows he won’t be granted that meal.

“You got a pair of boxers I can use? I’m not putting on those ones after a shower” “Yeah just grab them, you need clothes too grab whatever you like except the team ones” “I’m not trying to be seen from space wearing a piss yellow shirt”

Diggia snorts and Enea is conflicted about whether he should punch or kiss the man. He’s pathetic.

When Diggia gets up and stretches Enea fixates on each mole on his back, he counted them once, they’re 31 on the back alone, and they’re so perfect and adorable. Diggia told him one he wished to get them removed, and Enea couldn’t live with that so he told him it’s dangerous to remove moles, and somehow convinced Diggia not to get rid of his amazing skin constellations.

“Gonna have a shower, care to eat something?” “No thanks I’m going back” “Mh, ok, we’ll see each other in Valencia then, I’ll come by to see the GP25” “Won’t you be in a sling?” “I’ll be fine by then, I want to feel the bike under me at least once before the season beginning tests”

Enea nods again and walks out, and Diggia can finally break, throwing the first thing he finds to the ground. He feels so fucking stupid, he for sure freaked Enea out with his selfish request, they have rules and he managed to break them, he always ruins everythings because he can’t keep his mouth shut.

Then they fucking kissed, and on top of that he marked Enea like livestock, he won’t be surprised if this was the last of their encounters, Enea would have every reason not to ever contact him again after tonight.

He misses him already, God he feels stupid, he wants him back, he wants him in his stupidly huge bed curled up against him, he wants to cuddle him and hug him, kiss him softly and not in that animalistic way they did before. not that he didn’t like it, he fucking loved it, and it’s very…them, but he wasnt something softer, gentler, something that doesn’t make him feel empty and cold.

He gets in the shower, he has it burning hot, once he’s done he wraps his towel around his waist, trying to calm down and actually make space in his head for some sleep.

Then comes a knock at the door, Uccio probably will tell me for the hundredth time today they have an early tomorrow and that he’ll have to be up and ready by 6. Uccio forgets things much too frequently, and everybody knows it’s due to his scary cocaine addiction, but no one says anything, and just acts like it’s the first time they hear whatever the guy has to say.

There’s another knock and Diggia huffs, he hopes Uccio won’t come wake him up the following day too because he might seriously think about killing him.

“Yeah coming!”

He closes the distance that separates him from the door and before he can fully realize who’s standing in front of it a pair of hands grab him by the cheeks and he feels a pair of lips he knows much too well against his.

The door gets closed in a frenzy, none of the two men is opening an eye, they’re both too scared, but also too taken by the kiss.

Once it’s over, Diggia opens his eyes, watching and staring at the guy he’s been waiting for for years.

“Bestia what - why?” “I can’t anymore, ok? I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to kiss your stupid punchable face everytime I see you, I’m tired of acting like I don’t wanna stay over for the night or cuddle you or give you some aftercare or receive it, I’m tired of always having to run away as if we did something illegal, and I am really, really not ok anymore with treating you like I don’t love you, because I do”

They both stay still for a bunch of seconds, Enea doesn’t care if he fucked up, he had to take it off his chest, he had to say it, to come clean, because the following year they would be even further away, because maybe next year they’d have seen each other less and Enea couldn’t do it.

“Kiss me again” “What?” “Kiss me again or I’ll explode Enea please just kiss me again and keep doing it until I pass out because I swear I can’t find the words to answer you now, but I love you too and I need to kiss you again or I’ll die”

there’s no many words said after that, just the sound of kissing and bodies hitting furniture on their way to the bad, where there’s more kissing sound and moans, where Enea jerks off the both of them while Diggia paints his chest with hickeys and bites, where they moan in each other’s mouth as they call out the other, where Diggia says “I love you” 6 times more, and where Enea can finally feel good without the fear of having to leave.

It’s the same bedroom where they lay in each other’s arms, completely naked and pressed together, kissing lazily and caressing each other’s arms.

“You smell good” “Thanks”

There’s a bit of silence, not the uncomfortable one, the good one, broken once again by Enea

So basically there are two major empires, Cervera and Tavullia, and when the story opens Tavullia has basically captured the capital of Cervera.

So background of the two empires. Cervera is a very religiously conservative (vague traditional Christianity vibes), quite misogynistic country but it’s had a lot of peace and prosperity for the past few rules (also Byzantine empire aesthetic). Tavullia is basically a fight and fuck society that is very expansionist, very hedonistic (Ancient Rome vibes with some Ancient Greek levels of fucking).

So right before Alex’s father dies, Tavullia declares war on Cervera over a very valuable, somewhat culturally ambiguous region and 15 year old Alex, who has had very little training in the art of war, is thrust into leadership. Now lucky for him he has an older sister, Marcila, who is very knowledgeable in the art of war but unluckily for him, she is always dismissed by the other advisors and her advice is set aside.

Now for Tavullia, they are led by Emperor Alessio and Empress Valentina who are like Alexander the Great level conquerors and just absolute powerhouses. The core citizens of Tavullia worship them as gods on earth, because, for Uccio, when he was a child he survived a very deadly plague (he’s a chronic pain warrior who smokes opium and pain now amen) and for Vale basically because Luca is the High Pontiff and says so. Now behind the scenes Vale is a bisexual queen and Uccio very much enjoys cucking and just making erotic art of his wife so things work out perfectly, and women from all over the empire want to be part of the harem. Also part of the Tavullian power squad is Franky who is Vale’s personal guard (also secretly a woman Joan of Arc style), Bez who is the sort of general of the imperial legions, Pecco who is the chamberlain, Mig who is a sort of spymaster/harem keeper/brothel madame figure (think little finger if he weren’t a little bitch), and Cele who is master of the hunt/groundskeeper guy but also an on-call assassin. Also in amongst their allies are Diggia and Enea because Enea is Vale’s distant cousin who decided to forsake her titles to marry Diggia who is a non-noble luxury and exotic goods merchant. And the fact that they are a) THE way you get fancy goods and B) technically apolitical figures means that they are kind of the perfect recon people. Also they’ve got their concubine Fabio who stays at the palace.

So anyway we are back to the start, Tavullia are about to capture the castle and Alex knows they do not have the power to fight back so he gives his surrender conditions — basically that Tavullia gets the land they are fighting over (yeah this war doesn’t make sense, so what?) but then Uccio and Vale are like “cool, cool. We’re also going to be taking your sister though 🙂”

And of course Alex is like, no, but his advisors are like, it’s one life for hundreds of thousands and also that Marc isn’t particularly liked throughout the nation. She’s seen as a rebel for being learned (people believe she’s a whore too cause she shows too much of that ankle 👀) so Alex caves and does it. Marc is paraded out in golden chains, Alex can’t bear to look at her.

(These vibes but Marc has more of an ottoman dressing style, very modest, yashmak, etc)

So Marc goes to the palace and it’s major culture shock of course, everyone is wearing barely any clothes, she’s trying to calculate how she survives this, going through the motions as the other concubines bathe her, braid her hair, lead her up to Vale and Uccio’s room.

Vale is lounging in bed eating grapes or some shit, Uccio in a cuck chair with an easel and a hookah. White sheets on the bed, and vale tells her to sit, starts gently playing with her hair like, “don’t be scared” “no one’s gonna hurt you” etc etc

cue like hours of slow foreplay and then hours of insane lesbian fucking. Uccio and Vale send the blood stained sheet at the sketch of Vale taking Marc’s virginity back to Cervera.

So pretty quickly Marc is becoming more than just another member of the harem she’s both of their favorites. Marc misses her brother but doesn’t miss home, falling in love with Vale despite herself. Becoming friends with Uccio. But not everyone in the kingdom loves Marc’s presence and power and one day while she’s hunting someone fells her horse and they end up falling so that Marc’s arm is pinned under it. Then some figure comes out and throws a poison in her face. She’s lucky to be wearing her veils but one of her eyes is completely blinded in the attack and her face is scarred (cele subdues the assassin and Mig finds out the culprit, they get public executed by Uccio). Marc is worried that it’s kind of the end for her, she’s lame in that arm and in chronic pain and her face is scarred, she’s technically a prisoner why keep her around. Instead Uccio just offers his pipe to her and Vale applies medicinal herbs to her head and that’s when it really sinks in that like, she is a member of the household now

Ok big ol warning this is going to get fucked:

So Marc has settled in, she’s having a grand ol time, things are great. And one of the things Marc does is sort of Margaery Tyrell style community outreach so she’s very popular for that. It’s a bit unsafe even with the guards and Cele with her but Tavullia proper is very monolithic, wouldn’t dare lay a finger on a member of the imperial family. Unfortunately not everyone in Tavullia proper is a Tavullian and Marc gets kidnapped by Cerveran agents.

The whole thing is purely Alex’s idea because no one wants her back in Cervera. They are chanting that she’s the prodigal whore, a traitor, a demon. But Alex wants her nearby and wants her safe (doesn’t realize she’s far safer in Tavullia) but because of her lack of popularity and the fact that, demonstrably, she is no longer a virgin, Alex’s advisors are like, we must send her to a nunnery.

Unfortunately they send her to the most sadistic, extremist nunnery known to man. For her “confession” they carve a list of her sins into her back with a hot knife then sterilize her, carve a cross into her navel and Seriously Big Warning cut one of her boobs off. They clean her wounds with salt water and ash to make sure they scar hypertrophically and then put her to work on the worst jobs possible.

As soon as she’s recovered the slightest bit of strength she escapes, steals a donkey and rides until it can’t anymore, runs to another stable and rides and repeats until she’s in Tavullia where she just collapses in the street.

Mig’s people find her, they think she’s dead, and process her back to the palace in a palanquin. Vale is watching them carry what is practically a coffin back to her and she just breaks down sobbing, very rare display of emotion from the Empress as she watches from the balcony.

But then Marc is alive, and things are pandemonium and Luca is spinning things that Marc has been resurrected by the gods and the people are rallying to go to war.

So yeah. That’s it so far. (Not really but if I included all my thoughts this would have no structure at all lol) Enjoy some vibey paintings:

Marc’s Cerveran clothes vibes

Vale vibes

Enea and Fabio Vibes

Marc collapsed in the street vibes