I Keep my Special Boys in the Cave [Genshin Childe/Bennett/Heizou]

[DirtyDeku]

Errr. Yeah, Childe was right, this version of him was pretty normal in appearance. Bennett didn't get to see his Foul Legacy form too often, mostly because it exhausted the Harbinger much quicker than an ordinary battle would. Plus, it took a lot of time to build up to another transformation so it couldn't be used in succession unless Childe had a death wish. ...That he actually planned on chasing after. Bennett knew all too well that he wished somebody would strike him dead where he stood, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded, not to mention Childe didn't deem a lot of people worthy of it. The one person Bennett knew of was Il Capitano, but... the man with a maid kink probably wasn't going to even bother fighting Childe in the first place. Why would he?

"That's mean, Childe," He huffs. Was it? He was... technically right, Bennett thinks, but still. He also said it like it wasn't exactly the type of thing he was into. Bennett doesn't know how he survived the first time he had his period around Childe, to be honest. So much sex. It was the one time where he was pretty much guaranteed to not get pregnant but, like, it's still impressive that he hasn't from all the other times. He would've sworn his bad luck would fuck him over like that. "Umm, I did a lot of requests and bounties while I was by myself though. Got a recipe for something called... K... Konda Cuisine?"

"Chased some Bake-Danuki, fought Hilichurls and Abyss Mages. Something like a Seelie, I think, moved really fast and was hard to chase... That sorta thing," He shrugs, failing to mention the Cicin Mages and Mirror Maidens. Instead he tucks into his seafood, humming contentedly. Seafood wasn't really that popular in Mondstadt, so it was a pleasant change. "Oh-- it looked like nighttime in, uh, Ch-... Chinju Forest? Even though it was daytime when I got to the Kamisato Estate. That was super weird."

[cynnabnnuy]

“This version of my body is less weird.”
What the fuck did that mean? What other form did he fucking have?! Heizou shooed the thoughts out of his head, alongside any piqued interests he didn't want to think about the meaning of, and huffed quietly as he ate in relative silence. However, he nearly snarled at the insult, barely containing himself with a sneer laced with acrid distaste. "Better that than a grown man who can't get ass from anyone his own age, I suppose." Snarky, he took a slow, deep breath before he pushed another bite of eel into his mouth, forcing his own silence as he let Bennett talk about his day. It was interesting listening to someone foreign talk about things he'd known his entire life, describing things he saw every day.

"That'd be an Electro Seelie. They're not volatile, but they do give those who approach a little shock when someone draws near. Nothing dangerous in terms of reactions, but you'll certainly need to watch your step if you chase them." Putting the information out, he took another bite, sulking in his seat as he kept his legs tucked carefully together, not wanting either of the two to accidentally knock into him. In the case of non-accidents... he was wary, but the appeal wasn't not there. Still, he was only remaining because he assumed Childe intended to make him. Or, at the very least, make him regret leaving if he had.

Regardless, he hummed at the mention of the eternally dark forest, nodding as he swallowed the bite in his mouth. "The sun neither rises nor sets there, although no one's quite sure why. Perhaps you'll stumble upon the spirits of old if you decide to explore it further. That area is rife with plenty of stories of ghosts and ghouls, as well as quite a few youkai..." Teasing the younger boy with a short chuckle, he forced himself to just... ignore Childe more, since it worked oh-so-well the first time. But, for the sake of his own sanity, he figured it'd be fine to shove down any thoughts he didn't want to deal with at the moment.

[CRYBABY]

For a brief moment Childe considered what Bennett had said, yes it was mean, but the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger wasn’t well known for being nice, and if he ever was that impression never lasts long; just ask the traveler. But this wasn’t to say the man wasn’t interested in a puberty stricken boy, it was evident with how uncontrollable he became every time Bennett got his period that Childe was very much attracted to the essence of puberty. Interest in Heizou was piqued, the boy was cute, aggressive, and opinionated, but getting right down to it Tartaglia wasn’t picky with the holes he used, if there was a hole he could put his dick in, Childe was going to. It didn’t matter if that hole belonged to a 14 year old bad luck stricken adventurer or a 6,000 year old retired archon. Now when it came to companions that the Fatuus wanted to keep around, he became a lot more selective.

Regarding Heizou’s snarky comment, the man chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he took a sip of water, “Considering the amount of times I had Morax in my bed you might be right, Heizou. Truly a great detective, excellent observation skills, nothing gets past you.” So maybe he shouldn’t be boasting about fucking around with a supposed dead archon, but it’s not like Heizou was even going to believe him. Childe told such outlandish stories and lies without so much as a bat of the eye that it would be easy to regard this as such.

Tartaglia continued to eat, listening to Bennett talk about his day. It was entertaining to hear how excited the other got at exploring new lands, lands that Childe frequented often. At some point his hand found its way to Benny’s knee, slender fingers going just barely beneath the boy’s shorts. “Sounds like you had a lot of fun, Benny. I wish I could have tagged along,” he sighed, “but you know how business is. Seems like your luck wasn't so bad today, unless you're failing to tell me about something? A slip off a cliff, or a brush with death, perhaps?” While focusing his attention on the adventurer, his blue eyes seeming a bit softer than normal as he watched his boy eat, he stretched one leg out to bump Heizou’s carefully tucked legs.

[DirtyDeku]

Bennett opens his mouth to say something about Childe bluffing, but closes it when he realizes that he really wasn't. There's... very few people and objects that Childe has never put his dick in. To be fair Bennett was also there, so... He can't really pretend to be not as insane as Childe. He probably wasn't as insane as him, at least not in the same way, but he'd have to explain away a lot to convince anybody of that. Plus he'd have to swear off climbing into bed with whoever Childe asked him to. He had good taste, at least. Zhongli wouldn't have been Bennett's first choice but he was damn good at fucking. Plus, dragon cock? How Bennett has any use remaining in any of his holes was a very big mystery. A miracle, even. He takes it like a champ though, which sometimes involves crying because it's not baseball.

"Wh-- Ghosts and ghouls? Yokai? You're pulling my leg!" He gapes at Heizo. Avoiding the question wasn't technically lying about the Cicin Mages and Mirror Maidens picking on him... He's just trying to avoid more trouble coming up since they're already in Inazuma on business. "Well-- actually, I guess it did seem sorta like that... Oh!! Where was that place we stumbled upon in Liyue? It was with Hu Tao, and the place was like-- super creepy!"

Wuwang Hill? The sun rose and set there, so it wasn't exactly like Chinju Forest, but it was definitely creepy. All sorts of spirits lingering, or just like... spooky fireflies, maybe. A lot of things Hu Tao did were kind of creepy in general, which made sense considering she was a funeral director, but still. He pushes her pranks to the back of his mind when he feels Childe's fingers sliding under his pant leg. Teehee, tickles. "Mmm, I should take pictures if we end up going there again. Or maybe she already knows? Wouldn't surprise me if she popped up outta nowhere any second now..."

But she doesn't, which is good. Bennett would hate to be frightened into farting or something embarrassing like that.

[cynnabnnuy]

"You'll take any chance to brag about your exploits, true or not, won't you? I suppose you truly do live up to your alias, Childe," Voice bordering on bitter, Heizou rolled his eyes before his attention turned to the boy as he ate, humming at the disbelief. "There are far more ghosts on Tsurumi Island, but I wouldn't be surprised if some spirits were lingering in the darkened woods. Enough people have spoken of them, although I prefer taking word of mouth with a grain of salt." Shrugging it off, he continued, chewing and swallowing another bite of eel before his brow raised. The ginger was uncomfortably sweet with the boy for a man with eyes as dead as his.

But, he pushed it off, disregarding any unwanted thoughts as he noted the mention of Liyue's current (and most infamous) funeral director. Interesting. His eyes narrowed slightly at the shifting movements from Childe, though, his breath catching in his throat with a mixture of things at the contact. He wasn't close enough to the lanky fuck for it to be unintentional, but he pulled his legs closer to himself just in case. No need to assume, even if he knew damn well the nudge wasn't an accident.

"Pictures are certainly not a bad idea. I'm certain your friends back in Mondstadt would be eager to check them out as well." Putting it politely, he moved to carefully take one of his final few bites, eyes closed for a moment before looking back up at the two. "However, considering one of you seems far more interested in eating something else at the moment, I believe that my cue to leave has nearly arrived." As he spoke, the teen moved carefully, packing one last bite into his mouth before packing the chopsticks in the container and setting that in the bag to toss easier. "I'm sure you two will be able to get on just fine without me since my presence clearly has no effect on what Childe will do with you." Speaking solely to Bennett as he gathered his things to make the cleanup easier, he kept his expression a... civil smile as his hands moved.

[DirtyDeku]

Suddenly there's a sense of danger in the air and Bennett knows it all too well. He eyes Childe from the corner of his eye, finishing his food off as quickly as he could without choking or seeming too eager. It wouldn't be the first time he's sat by and let Childe take what he wanted from somebody even if they didn't want him to, but it was usually without knowing a single thing about that person. It... was still awful, and he felt like shit under the bizarre arousal, but he didn't actively participate in the... forcing... part, at least. He didn't know if he even could. He's been forceful with Childe before but it didn't really count when he wanted so badly to be torn limb from limb and never felt satisfied in that aspect. Knowing so much about Heizo makes this situation a lot more guilt-ridden, and he really doesn't want to let him be forced if he could at all help it.

There were subtle signs that he was intrigued, sure, but being interested doesn't equal consent. He keeps his gaze on Childe as he considers what exactly he should do in this situation. Heizo seemed keen on leaving, Childe didn't seem keen on him leaving, he himself wasn't opposed either way-- but between he and Heizo there wasn't much of a chance against Childe if he wasn't in the mood. Especially if he used his Foul Legacy transformation-- shit. At least Pyro worked well against Childe's Electro Delusion, but he's a damn healer for a reason. "Th-This is kinda mean, and presumptuous, but if you're interested at all it should be fun... but you and I might have to fend for ourselves if you're not."

Straightforward, quick, not sugar-coated. He didn't particularly mind fighting-- pretty much every time he and Childe fuck there's some sort of combat involved-- but it might drag on for a while. Not to mention his sashimi platter boosted his attack but Childe's unagi boosted his healing bonus. And Hydro and Electro have a reaction. Ugh. They're gonna get banned from ever coming to Inazuma ever again if this goes badly. When was the last time he even used Foul Legacy? Bennett might as well be grinding his molars into dust right now thinking about it. He should know what Anemo reacts with but it's escaping his mind.

"We're here on business. Behave yourself." Like that'll help. He's never been good at using a stern tone like his dads back in Mondstadt...

[CRYBABY]

Childe turned his attention to Heizou at the announcement of his departure. It was cute, Heizou thinking he had a choice in this matter, as if the Harbinger would just let him leave after the blatant teasing the teen put him through. It was very clear to a blind man that the detective was interested in what he and Bennett had going on, though interest did not equal consent, Childe didn’t much care for consent. There’s an excitement to taking by force, to knowing the disgust in one’s heart as your body is riddled with pleasure that you couldn’t satisfy in battle. He’d be lying if he denied that fucking Bennett as he weeped and begged for the man to stop wasn’t Childe’s favorite flavor.

Hadn’t Tartaglia made it clear people like him got what they wanted? A shame the young detective would have to learn this lesson the hard way. He sighed, crossing his arms over his bare chest, cold eyes fixated on the teen. “Don’t be so hasty. It’s clear you’re interested in finding out just what I do to Bennett, you haven’t been able to stop talking about it since we met. How about you stay and find out first hand.” This wasn’t a question, there was no need for a question mark. This was a clear demand that would bear consequences if Heizou refused. The Harbinger stood, clearly towering over both of them and it was made clear earlier that day that he could easily handle the detective despite the man’s thin frame. Childe was the farthest from the door but he was also the strongest, fastest, and the one with more tricks up his sleeve– he could guarantee it. There was no doubt in the Fatuus mind that if Heizou tried to run he wouldn’t get so far as touching the door knob.

Then there was Bennett. Sweet, precious, good-hearted Bennett, trying to what? Protect the guy? ’but you and I might have to fend for ourselves if you’re not’... was this to say that Childe’s little baby boy was about to turn on him? To protect this nobody? Almost all of their encounters began or ended up in a brawl but this would be the first time the child decided to go against him to openly protect someone else. Tartaglia didn’t like that. Without even looking at Bennett he spoke, “I am behaving or I would have slit his throat already, have you forgotten what happened the last time someone denied my advances?” Childe was most definitely referring to the first time he coaxed Bennett into delivering the finishing blow to a poor, pathetic merchant that dared to go against the Harbinger’s wishes… ’Look at him, Benny, he’s suffering… by the time you stumble into Sumeru City to purchase some eggs his body would be food to the worms. You have to kill him, it would be the merciful thing to do… the right thing to do.’ An inhuman smile crossed his face as he remembered putting the knife in Bennett’s hands, watching as the boy lost some of his sanity in real time.

Cold blue eyes as deep and dark as the sea bore into Heizou as he (im)patiently waited for a response. “Listen to your little friend, Heizou, spending the night with us would be a lot of fun. A story for the ages.”

[DirtyDeku]

Bennett is extremely uncomfortable with the energy they have created in the studio today!

Not that his discomfort mattered. It never really did. Even when he and the Harbinger were being affectionate to one another, he could tell that it would be dropped in an instant if the Tsaritsa ordered Childe to cease their relationship. It kept things interesting in most aspects, sure, but Bennett would be lying if he said he didn't take advantage of their push-and-pull. Paying attention to other people more than Childe, making the Harbinger go out of his way to make himself more important, to wordlessly beg for Bennett's attention. He was narcissistic and Bennett knew that well. It worked against him just the same, though. His self esteem was low, and any attention or acts of devotion Childe pulled would go straight to his head. Their Visions being the opposites of eachother was one of a million signs of that.

"Mannnn... Oh, well," He complains, forcing his voice not to waver as he pushes himself to his feet as well. His sword appears in his hand in a flash of light, and he widens his stance slightly to cover the way he's fighting the fact that he's trembling all the way down to his bones. Drawing his weapon first should be a threat, but again, he's not in the position to win this fight at all. Really, it's so he could quickly block Childe if he chose to also summon his double swords. Fuckin' Keyblade holding ass--

"Ch-- Tartaglia." He scolds again. His heart is pounding out of his chest and he feels like he's going to pass out, but that's not new. Even if he did, he kind of doubts Tartaglia would go about tearing into Heizo while he was unconscious. What fun would it be if his little Benny boy wasn't watching him? He wills himself to not pass out, though. The thought of Heizo waiting around like a fox stuck in a trap until he came to again makes him want to vomit. He's... unbelievably horny, too. Yikes.

"Am I not enough? You'd rather force him than have me?" He's breathing faster. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's not as good as guilting the Harbinger as the Harbinger is at guilting him. At least his gloves keep him from having his sword slip out of his hand, because his palms are sweating like crazy. "I'm so wet for you, Tar... An' you'd still pick to go after him?"

[cynnabnnuy]

What in the actual fuck was going on right now? Heizou grimaced as the two spoke, also extremely uncomfortable with the energy created. Man, for someone supposedly incredibly intelligent, he sure was acting like a fucking idiot. Attention divided between the two, though, he took a slow, calming breath before faltering at the demand. He knew that one pause likely sealed his fate, but gods, the offer was far too appealing. Staying should not be that appealing. Especially so when two out of three parties were in possession of weaponry. Sure, he could catch an arrow on occasion, but that didn't mean he wanted a brawl between the two.

Not that his discomfort mattered much either, but with the fabric between his legs damper than it should be, he didn't know how well either option would play out. Fuck. His eyes flit between Childe and Bennett as the two moved, narrowed as he observed before he stopped at the second scolding. It made him want to laugh when Bennett tried to be stern, but the following words made him pause.
He was wet? He was wet too??

Heizou hesitated, eyes widened as he looked between the two before taking a sharp breath, padding over to Bennett, and debating for a moment. It was a horrible idea. He knew this was a bad idea, and he was certain his hands might be removed for it, but morbid curiosity won out and he moved to put a hand on Bennett's shoulder. "Can you take off a glove for me, Bennett?" Voice curt and quiet, he glanced briefly at Childe before pressing his lips together and trying to find a better way but- "I... if you don't mind confirming something, there might not be a need for any combat, well-" He paused again, glancing at the sword the blonde held before forcing a strained smile. "At least not any unwanted combat, I mean."

Mumbling a bit, he waited until Bennett's hand was clear before he turned his face away from Childe as his features tinged. Not that it helped with how the tips of his ears reddened in turn, but still. At least he didn't have to look at the other. Regardless, though, he pulled the other boy's hand under his waistband, leading his fingers to similarly slick folds before biting his lip as he debated. "Am I correct in assuming that this means your previous statement is... mutual...?"

[CRYBABY]

Childe laughed, turning his attention to look at Bennett who stood in full battle stance, sword drawn, ready to parry any of the Harbinger’s advances. His heart rate quickened, adrenaline beginning to take over as victory already swelled in his chest. There was no way he’d lose. He licked his lips as he readied his own stance, summoning his dual blades. Fighting Bennett had easily become Childe’s favorite pastime, it was thrilling despite the odds being in his favor and not because he knew he’d win, but because he rather liked watching the boy get stronger, better with his weapon and his vision. It reminded Tartaglia of the months he spent in the Abyss training under his Master.

A hydro vortex began to form beneath the Harbinger’s feet, a wicked smile engulfed his face showing off fanged teeth. He could feel the darkness growing with every passing second. The voice inside him begging, yearning for bloodshed, for victory, for Bennett’s head…but just before he launched himself at the adventurer he heard it. Tartaglia. To Heizou this may have appeared to be an attempt at being stern, but to the Harbinger it was the sweetest sound. His name called from Bennett’s lips shot like an arrow through his chest.
The vortex beneath him stopped, disappearing as quickly as it came, but he remained in a position to fight, waiting for what else Benny had to say.

There it was, a stroke to Childe’s ego that only the adventurer could manage. Fuck. Fuck, Childe was weak to that. The boy may not be good at manipulating the Harbinger, but any time Benny spoke of being wet for him, ready for him had Childe in a symbolic choke hold. “Fuck,” he growled, his dick hardening beneath the thin towel around his waist. His double swords disappeared in thin air as he took a step closer, “Is that right, pretty boy?” Reaching his hand out to caress Bennett’s flushed cheek. “You know well that I’d choose no one over you, I simply want to have some fun with the detective… you seem to like him a lot." His voice was accusatory, a tinge of jealousy. Was Tartaglia so adamant on humiliating Heizou, so determined to have him only because he could see how well the two got along? Had his previous notions of jealousy, fear of losing his Bennett to this nobody been authentic?

That didn’t matter right now because his pause gave Heizou time to act and before Childe could react, Bennett’s hand was down the other’s pants. Fuck. That’s hot. The Harbinger stood eyes darting between them trying to get a sense of what he was… oh, OH? He smirked at Heizou, being fairly certain he knew what this was about.