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

[cynnabnnuy]

Heizou waved the apology off dismissively, shaking his head with another friendly smile. Was he trying to fight? Fuck? Prove a point? Die? Who knew, honestly? Not him, that was for damn sure. But, regardless, with everything settled, and the walk remaining quiet for longer than expected, he was almost thankful for having reached Shimura's. Almost. But, that conversation could continue later. Currently, he was just taking the moment to breathe before Bennet decided to continue.

Glancing over at him, Heizou let out a short chuckle, nodding before they moved on to Childe again. That was fucking depressing. Fucking hell, Bennett, way to butcher the mood. Still, the detective made note of it, nodding and remaining silent as he mulled everything over. There were too many variables, and while he was certain trying to stop them was the right thing to do, he was no longer sure how he was supposed to go about that. It would've been easy if Bennett didn't realize. If he didn't understand, but he did. He knew exactly how wrong the dynamic was. He also knew he was being manipulated, and that still didn't make him leave.
How am I supposed to convince him to leave if he already knows what's wrong?

"I see." With a single nod, he shifted the food carefully, placing a hand gently on the other's shoulder in... some form of comfort before continuing to walk. The tension was probably palpable, and indecision weighed heavy on the teen's mind as he debated with himself. Was it worth staying? Should he just send Bennett off with the food and go? Ditch them and hole out at home until the Fatuus left? Would that be a death wish? He was no longer sure of what to do, arguing internally that his pp getting hard was not worth a probable death sentence at the hands of the eleventh Harbinger. But, he only had so long, and there was no clear answer if he valued his life. Which- he did. He preferred not dying a whole lot. It was actually an option he'd like to maintain having, and Childe was bound to make that more difficult than it needed to be.

[DirtyDeku]

"I know a lot of what the Fatui's been up to, so it's entirely possible that I don't really have much of a choice anyways. Obviously it should be scary and horrible but it wouldn't be the first time he's-- ...Y'know. It'd just be the last time. I don't really want to, if it's permanent, and obviously I'd be scared. I trust him enough to know he wouldn't let me suffer, though."

...That's worse. That's so much worse. He definitely realizes it too, raising his hand to put it over his mouth before he says anything else without thinking. He purposefully avoids looking at Heizo, staring down at the ground and picking up his pace so that they could arrive back at the accommodation and he could be somewhere he felt more comfortable. Err, well, somewhere saying things like that wasn't necessarily fucking insane, at least. Childe would probably get an evil kick out of knowing he said that. They've probably discussed something similar-- it's not like Childe was above fondling his corpse for however long before reviving him. It felt more taboo when it was for real, though. He pushes the door open with a spaced-out sort of look in his eyes, as if he could avoid a reaction if he blurred his vision and let the static between his ears speak louder than Heizo.

And, whatever Childe had been up to since they'd left to procure dinner.

[cynnabnnuy]

Wh- Heizou looked over to the boy at the admission of... multiple deaths? Childe using his 'dead' body? Nope! Not thinking about that one right now. He looked forward instead, humming just barely enough to be heard before matching the picked-up pace. He wasn't entirely certain he should stay upon arrival, though, so while they walked, his internal debate continued. Weighing the pros and cons wasn't enough to make a solid decision, though, and by the time they arrived, both boys wound up walking through the door- zoned the fuck out for their own reasons. Today was not going well, and while he definitely didn't hate being tossed over the string bean's shoulder, he wasn't sure the momentary excitement was worth it.

But, nevertheless, he moved a bit stiffly, setting his shoes by the door before he brought the food to the table, still thoroughly stuck in his own dome. It wasn't like Childe wasn't bound to pull him out and toss him around like a wet rat, but nevertheless. His intent was to set the table, so that's what he set out to do, blank-eyed staring at the wood as he placed out the containers.

[CRYBABY]

As the boy’s left Childe’s face twisted into a grin. Fuck, he loved watching Bennett leave and not just because he got a great view of his ass in those cute shorts, but rather the intrusive predatory urge to lunge, tackle the boy, pinning him to the ground with his jaw wrapped around the adventurer’s neck, was a thrill Childe would never get over. He reframed himself this time, considering he’d rather get his little bunny full of food before fucking him stupid.. and he was rather curious to see if their guest would be around for the night’s affair. There were several times, though, where Benny wasn’t so lucky– as if he ever was– and he’d find himself face first in the dirt with Tartaglia panting in his ear.

Being alone was something Childe was used to, but that didn’t mean he had to like it… the Voice was exceptionally loud when the redhead was alone. Leaving any man alone with their demons was not the best idea, but in Childe’s case leaving a homicidal maniac with intrusive thoughts alone for too long was never a good idea. He was a diplomat, though, a weapon for the Tsaritsa herself, so he’d never do anything too bad, would never risk tarnishing Her reputation… but a little killing here and there wasn’t a problem. Especially on foreign soil… in a small village just north of Inazuma City where the locals would probably be getting ready for bed about this time... who’s going to miss one farmer?

“Shut up,” he spat, speaking only to himself in the empty house. Tartaglia was a good guy, kinda a good guy… okay he wasn’t a good guy, but he wasn’t some fucking murderer. Except he was. How many had he killed for Her? How many times had a fleeting second thought that maybe he shouldn’t annihilate an entire nation cross his mind before ultimately following through with his plan because it’s what She wanted? How many times had he bested Bennett in combat, leading to the young kid’s death? How many times had he relished in the view of his lifeless corpse only to engage in certain activities before reviving him just to do it again a few weeks later? Mmm, Bennett. The Harbinger bore his teeth, groaning low at the idea of his blade sinking into the pale skin of the boy he… loved.. Was this love? Not the time for contemplation, comrade. Visuals of a pool of the boy’s blood drowning the floor, the look of absolute horror on that arrogant Heizou’s face flooded Childe’s mind. He’d be next of course, not even the Conqueror of Demons himself was fast enough to outrun Childe’s darkness.

In an almost automatic fashion, Childe was reaching for the small knife he kept holstered beneath his pant leg, bringing it to his exposed midriff. The sting of his blade cutting into his stomach was euphoric, causing the Harbinger to let out a choked moan. After a third slice, his mind started to come back to ‘normal’ (there was nothing normal about Tartaglia anymore), allowing him to simply enjoy the adrenaline high he experienced the deeper he cut. This wasn’t the first, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, time that the Harbinger had to harm himself to keep Bennett safe from his deranged impulses.

As he slowly came back to reality, the strain in his pants was becoming harder and harder to ignore… long, skilled fingers snaked down his trousers gripping his own cock to relieve a bit of pressure. His mind circled with images of Benentt bent over, tears running down his cheeks as Tartaglia mercilessly fucked him, ignoring his pleas to stop, that it was too much… breeding his slutty holes… the Harbinger slapping a hand over his mouth so passing Mondstadters were none the wiser… what Heizou would look like with Bennett between his legs…

When it was all said and done, he decided to take a shower to clean himself of this bloody mess before the juveniles returned. Not caring one way or the other how they both would react to the fluid surrounding and atop the table they had just all conversed over. Tartaglia had just exited the shower when he heard the door open. It was a little strange that neither of them were talking, peaking his interest.

“You two have a fight on the way back?” he chuckled, “neither of you could shut up before you left.”

[DirtyDeku]

Oh my god there's penice.

Bennett doesn't actually notice the penice at first, though. Instead he discards his shoes again and looks to the table, the blood almost seeming normal-- Childe wasn't one to shy away from it after all-- but then he remembers he's been gone and he snaps out of his daze to look at the Harbinger with a clear panic in his eyes. His panic is settled pretty quickly, but then he's noticing he's naked and-- with a quick glance down he confirms exactly what he was thinking. Childe is hanging dong and he's resorted to self harm again. "Wh-- Um, ignoring the obvious... the... What were you doing while we were gone?"

He knows, but he's more concerned about the tension between he and Heizo and... Childe being nude. Surely the two of them seem out of their goddamn minds and he has no way to back up himself or Childe now. He forces himself to walk past Childe and grab another towel, wrapping it around the Harbinger's hips before he goes about examining the wounds on his torso. Childe was strong, coiled up under a skinny outwards appearance waiting for a chance to spring out, but Bennett could still span a reasonable amount of his waist with his hands flat. Stickbug. Bennett pushes the edges of one of the cuts together, debating whether he needed to patch the other up or if he could just bandage it and let it heal by itself. "We didn't have a fight, I just... I said something dumb and now I'm embarrassed, I guess. Nothing new."

"Besides that... You like eel, right? Heizo recommended it for you," He narrows his eyes in concentration, hissing as one of his fingertips accidentally slips into Childe's wound. Shit. That probably hurt. "S-Sorry, it's slippery... The dessert I bought for you should help these heal, hopefully."

[cynnabnnuy]

Oh, okay. So- maybe we don't put the food down just yet. With two very distinct fluids covering the table, Heizou sneered in disgust, moving to set the bag of items off to the side before he looked ov- Oh! Wow! Great! Okay! Dick and balls are out now, great! Face flushed out to the tips of his ears, Heizou faltered, shocked for all of a moment before he quickly turned his head aside and stared at the bag of food instead. However, at the inquisition, he scoffed and shook his head. "Well, we certainly didn't have as good a time as you seem to have had." Snide, as he remarked, the teen placed a hand over his eyes as the other settled on his hip as he huffed quietly to himself.

Then there were the incisions, something he noticed second and... wasn't entirely sure how to deal with. So! Time to ignore and deflect, instead looking for a rag or cloth to clean the mess off the table at the very least. He also primarily kept himself out of their conversation, nodding in agreement at Bennett's explanation before lying through his teeth. "He was talking about his friends in Mondstat, Fischl came up, and I was rude about her roleplaying bit. It made the atmosphere a bit tense." Still avoiding them with his eyes as the others spoke, he cleaned the table of the biohazards and moved to begin placing the containers, thankful they ate things off of cleaner surfaces, unlike the animal Childe acted like.

"Unagi chazuke, it's eel with plenty of rice, like you mentioned when we were leaving. I figured that would be a better option than the yakisoba or ramen since those tend to be far more oily and less fulfilling." Expanding on the choice in meal, he placed their dishes in their former places alongside the dango milk while his was kept in hand as he took a cautious seat. "Anyway, I should be going soon, I'd hate to disrupt you two more than I have already, so I'll leave a way to reach out to me if you still want a ride to the islands."

[CRYBABY]

Childe continued toweling his hair, noting the quick fleeting concern in Bennett’s eyes. How sweet. “Nothing too interesting,” he deflected, being completely aware that Bennett knew exactly what happened. As overbearing as Childe was, he didn’t like burdening the adventurer with this specific topic. Bennett had asked a number of times about Tartaglia’s past, how he was so good with weapons, how’d he get chosen by the Fatui, and of course about why he’d do This to himself on occasion. With well placed words the Harbinger was always able to give Bennett some sort of answer that would pacify the boy or at least frighten him enough to stop asking further. He turned his attention to Heizou, “Don’t know what you mean, my time alone was dull as always.” Wow, Tartaglia will lie about anything even if the evidence was right in front of him. He took note of the Detective’s embarrassment before deciding to antagonize him for the second time tonight, “I’d say sorry about my appearance but I’m not all that remorseful... you act like you’ve never seen a dick before, Heizou.”

The Harbinger placed a hand on Bennett’s head, letting the towel he used to dry his hair hang over his shoulders, as the boy examined his wounds. He smiled down at him before tussling his hair, “They’re not so bad,” he said, referring to the gashes on his stomach.

He looked between the two, having no reason to disbelieve their tale he nodded, “That girl is fucking annoying but she’s Bennett’s best friend so I put up with her obnoxious story telling.” In truth Childe found her role playing to be comical, though yes it could be annoying when you had to listen to her mess up her lines and start all over, and when she wanted you to play the part of the Prince of .. whatever fucking land she lived in, but as the eldest brother of three he was no stranger to imaginary play.

“Eel’s good, seems like Heizou would make a good wi–” he was cut off by the tip of Bennett’s finger slipping into one of his cuts, causing him to wince. “Fuck, Benny, be more careful,” his tone was harsh albeit not intentional as he knew Bennett didn’t mean to hurt him, not this time at least. In another scenario this would’ve been a turn on for the redhead. He nodded at the boy’s apology then placed a kiss atop his head as a show of forgiveness before moving to sit down still wearing just a towel. Interested in the dessert the boy’s chose, he picked up the dango milk to sniff it. He’d never understand why Bennett loved milk so much.

“Don’t leave so soon, Heizou,” blue eyes looked the other boy over, “you’ve made our first night in Inazuma special, we’d really like to repay you.”

[DirtyDeku]

Okay, so maybe his finger slipping into Childe's wound again wasn't really an accident. Bennett knew Fischl could get on people's nerves but she's one of his best friends and having her called annoying kind of peeves him. He pulls his hand away before it slips much further-- he doesn't want to feel anything deeper than that. It creeped him out. He sucks the blood off of his fingers though, returning to his seat at the table. At least, before he had been asked by Childe to sit in his lap. He uses the provided chopsticks to grab a piece of daikon, bringing it up to his mouth to bite into it. Crumchy. It has a reddish tint clinging to the bite mark when he lowers it from his mouth to eat what was already in his mouth.

"She's fanciful," He says before eating the rest of the radish, as if both Heizo and Childe were both talking badly about her. Really, it was only Childe, and he's not nearly as upset as he sounded. Really just-- flustered, maybe. There's a lot going on and he keeps saying things that are weird! Or... having a boyfriend(?) that keeps doing weird shit. It made sense that someone who says weird shit and someone who does weird shit would get along well, probably. "Anyways-- Heizo, you might as well stay. I mean, I bought food for you and should probably apologize for, um, you getting caught up in all of this."

Not to mention he might be getting his holes resized very soon and will probably get what he 'deserved' in retaliation for sticking his finger in Childe's open wound for a second time. Lust distributed between the two of them, rather than Bennett being the only one. His cheeks flush the more he thinks about it, not to mention he could pretty much reach over and grab Childe by the dick without having to struggle with clothing. "Don't mind him calling you a wife, he's just... Y'know..."

[cynnabnnuy]

"I've no clue what you're talking about, sir, I simply prefer not seeing the genitalia of another person's uh... intimate companion." Not calling him his boyfriend. Nope. Not happening. "Besides, what does it matter how many penises I've seen? Maybe yours is just weird or something." His head remained turned, eyes still avoiding the man until Bennett thankfully covered him up with a towel. Thank fuck. Eugh. That was Totally Not appealing At All. No way. Definitely not. He was absolutely not currently thinking about the ways- No! Not the thing he wanted to think about when he was trying to eat dinner.

Pushing his perverse thoughts aside, though, he sat down and grimaced, the comment on him being a good wife making his insides twist with a mixture of discomfort and longing. Why the fuck would he want that? Wasn't that exactly the opposite of what he was trying to do? To be? He was a man! A man of the law, no less! He shouldn't be so invested in bullshit comments on his marital status or how many men he'd seen nude! He was better than this, and no stupid comment would change that, no matter how much it tied his insides up in knots.

His brow twitched up at Childe's response to repaying him, trying to appear disinterested and... failing miserably as he shifted to maintain at least some form of comfort. Still, he pushed any lingering results down to the recesses of his mind to handle on his own later, humming instead of responding before waving Bennett off again carefully. "It's fine, we all know he's a freak. As a man, though, I must say I don't think I'd make a good wife. But, I also would never marry anyone. I'm a dutiful husband to my work and my goals, and that doesn't seem to be changing any time soon."

[CRYBABY]

Childe chuckled at Heizou’s discomfort, it was fun to watch him squirm, trying to feign disinterest when it was clear the redhead made him feel some type of way whether it be disgust or intrigue made no difference to the Fatuus. “I assure you this version of my body is less weird.” What did he mean by that Heizou wouldn’t likely find out for some time, if at all.

Bennett’s finger made yet another appearance inside Childe’s open wounds, most likely in retaliation for the Fischl comment but this time Tartaglia let out a pleasured groan, shooting the boy a look that read ‘you’ll pay for that’. “She’s something,” he retorted, continuing to antagonize the adventurer despite knowing there was little malice in his words. Sometimes the Harbinger just liked to rile Bennett up, see where the boy’s little attitude would take them.

The food smelled heavenly and he was Very Hungry– in more ways than one– so he began to eat. The eel was perfectly cooked, accompanied by the blandness of the rice Childe decided that this was indeed an excellent choice by the Detective.

Childe was rarely called a freak to his face by anyone outside of the group of Eleven Harbinger’s. It was no secret that Childe was disliked by the rest, being too outgoing, too charismatic, too showy. The only person in the Fatui that tolerated him was the Tsaritsa, whether that meant she actually liked her killing weapon or not was beyond the redhead. He’d be lying if he didn’t recognize that there was a small part of him that wanted to be accepted by the others, wanted to belong, to feel like he wasn’t so alone. Sadly it was obvious that would never be the case, lucky for him he had Bennett. “You regard yourself a man but all I see is a puberty stricken boy,” the Fatuus said nonchalantly, taking another bite of the food in front of him.