Game: Genshin
⚠️ Warning: I haven't watched/read the whole thing, so sorry if it's OOC, or weird. This contains gay content, and some contain lime/lemon/smut and colorful language. Do not apply the character's actions to real life, consequences will not be my fault.
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"Wow, inviting me over after such a long cold shoulder?" (Y/n) mumbled, sarcasm showing heavily. He was invited up into the overworld...well more like dragged out but what does that matter to the two men in front of him.
Looking down at the coffee table filled with delicious cakes, tea, and...water. (Y/n) took his piece as he cut into other soft cake with his fork. The slight bounce and jiggle that came from the delicious thing showed the craftsmanship of the baker. Whipped cream decorated the top giving off a slight sweet smell, it wasn't too overpowering though as the bitter dark chocolate was sprinkled on top. Each layer of cake could be easily seen and split apart, but why would you do that when you could eat it without much worry on your mind?
The bitterness of the chocolate and the sweetness of the cream perfectly blended with the fluffy cake. It wasn't too much of anything, even people who dislike sweets should have this baker make them something, then they'll truly taste perfection.
"Taking your stalker out on a cafe date isn't exactly a normal thing you know?" (Y/n) said with sarcasm, his legs crossed before him as he leaned back on the comfortable couch, one of his hands holding the plate of cake on his lap and the other hand holding the fork and a bite at a time. Self-control is a must when it comes to these types of situations as much as he would love to just stuff the cake down his throat.
"...I guess you could call it that..." Wriothesley said as (Y/n) immediately choked. He coughed violently, throat burning and tears forming around the corner of his eyes. That answer...was very unexpected. He thought Wriothesley would say something to rebut or even just not talk but...that?
Neuvillette patted his back to soothe him but it only made things feel weirder.
"Are you serious right now?" (Y/n) mumbled after sitting back up and properly digested. "What are you, in love with me? I mean come on, you can't be that insane correct?"
(Y/n) looked around, he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, but he would have much preferred seeing the two do it as a form of payment to keep his mouth shut. It would be...quite the arrangement, but it wasn't as bad as what others thought of it.
(Y/n) looked at the two before crossing his legs. He was a grown man, he could deal with this bullshit from the other two. Although he may act childish sometimes, he was fully well in his mid-20s. Thriving on others' confusion over him and his behavior. Leaning back on the couch before he was handed a full-on contract. Picking up, (Y/n) looked over the 40-page contact information. There were depicted many situations where someone might ask (Y/n) what knowledge he knew of. It gave a lot of what he could give them as answers, and what he could not.
It was just a summary of saying, don't reveal who they are, keep them as mysteries to the outside people.
"Blah...blah...blah... this is so boring." (Y/n) threw it to the side, on the surface he might have not read it so close even though it took him a long time. 'I'll stay quiet, but on one condition."
Neuvillette looked at (Y/n), curiosity in his own blue-shaded eyes glossing over and across the table, eventually falling onto the plate that (Y/n) had previously set down. He mulled about what could be the condition. Wriothesley looked at (Y/n), gray eyes narrowing down like a wolf looking at his prey.
(Y/n) moved behind the couch on which the two were sitting before reaching out.
The sudden hint of bloodlust caused Neuvillette to look up and into (Y/n)'s eyes. It was for a little but a fraction of a second but it was enough to cause plenty of caution. Wriothesley wasn't able to detect it, his mortality prevented him from doing so, but it adds another layer to this character called (Y/n).
Simply put, (Y/n) began patting the two of them beside the head, his hands were gentle with the hair and the material in Neuvillette's head. Feeling the blue horn on Neuvillette's head (Y/n) winked at him before completely leaving the room he was in. Neuvillette and Wriothesley looked at each other, silence overcame the two of them.
(Y/n) walked freely around the city of Fontaine, the guards were already told not to capture him but the whispers among them told (Y/n) quite a lot.
"They say there are five stages of grief," (Y/n) started as he walked towards one of the Gardes, he didn't look (Y/n) in the eye, ever, not once as (Y/n) went on his little rant about the stages of grief. Of course, with those eyes, it would cause anyone to feel like a curse has been cast onto them. Talking about color, talking about depression, anxiety, denialism, being angered, and avoiding the truth.
The soldier stared at the ground, terrified to even open his eyes as the taller man loomed over him. He didn't move until one of his colleagues tapped his soldiers, even then he flinched violently.
No one was able to push him off, they were all terrified of angering Neuvillette's...guest.
"Ahh yes, being a menace to society, that's what I'm good at." (Y/n) looked at his hand, still feeling the hair that weaved through his fingers just moments before. He looked down at the ground before taking a deep breath as he turned around and walked back towards Neuvillette's office, though he did love the terrified looks of the other people, he would most prefer looking at two not-so-ugly people instead.
It's only been around 30 minutes since he left, and on the outside, it seemed quite empty. Not even the Melusines that work here are present.
His confusion was dispelled once he walked closer to Neuvillette's door, hearing some noises and books falling onto the ground. Opening a slit on the door (Y/n) peeked in and smirked. Though in his angle it was hard to see who was the receiver it was notable that Neuvillette was on top. His long hair moved to the side, no longer covering what was happening below.
He was the receiver, but it seems like he was topping Wriothesley as well.
"A power bottom eh?" (Y/n) mumbled, his eyes narrowing down on Wriothesley's face, their eyes caught on another's. Wriothesley's eyes widened as he tried to pull Neuvillette down to say something.
(Y/n) backed away from the door slightly, smiling to himself, flinching when hearing a loud thump nearby.
Hand came out the door and pulled (Y/n) in. In the heat of the moment, Neuvillette kissed (Y/n) while still being fucked. (Y/n) looked down at the expression of Neuvillette, surely he didn't expect this power bottom to be so direct to use him as a wall to do his rubbing one. Honestly, he didn't mind, having a person slowly breaking down on you, completely dependent for a few moments gives someone a complete power trip.
Neuvillette was gripping (Y/n)'s arm to keep himself straight up, it was weird to see the Judge like a beggar for pleasure, truly pitiful if (Y/n) was being honest, but he wouldn't saying anything right now at the moment. (Y/n) looked down Neuvillette's back, his water-like hair falling showing the connected parts between the Judge and the Duke. Clothes open and pants down, Neuvillette is nearly completely naked with only his dress shirt on, it didn't do much other than make everything just feel even more intense.
(Y/n)'s face was expressionless nearly looking bored but Neuvillette was busy hiding his face smushing against the soft surface. Neuvillette's muffled moans and the grunts from Wriothesley's cock was quite interesting. (Y/n) would have shoved both people onto the couch if he was not as insane as he was. (Y/n)'s hands rubbed Neuvillette's back along the spine making the dragon's grip even tighter.
Within moments the other two were able to reach climax.
Nevuillette's cum was able to leave a trail of white and clear substance on (Y/n)'s shirt and pants, dripping down and reaching his shoes.
Neuvillette collapsed onto the floor, and (Y/n) looked at Wriothesley. "Seeing me gave you a bit more courage eh?" (Y/n) mumbled as Wriothesley looked to the other side. (Y/n) picked up Neuvillette and carried them to Neuvillette's chair. Sitting down first, the Judge on his lap, (Y/n) made Neuvillette lean on his torso once again, there were saliva stains on the shirt anyway so (Y/n) wasn't too carried away on the cleanliness, he also ignored the dripping lube from Neuvillett's hole, he could feel his pants getting soaked in one spot but he didn't pay that too much attention.
"Was I the one who triggered it?" (Y/n) mumbled as Wriothesley cleaned himself up and placed a blanket over Neuvillette.
"Not even I dared to touch his hair like you did before you left," Wriothesley said, honestly looking at the table.
"Hm...bottom." (Y/n) said, loud and clear for Wriothesley to hear, turning his head to the side (Y/n) chucked once seeing a vain pop on his head. They messed around in silence until night when Neuvillette finally woke up again. (Y/n)'s legs were crossed beneath him, he tilted to one side asleep, Wriothesley was also asleep on the couch after dragging it to where he could lay his head on the armrest of the chair, on (Y/n)'s arm.
Neuvillette was already washed dressed, and slightly cleaned, there were no pants for (Y/n) to change into so the aftermath was still sticking to his pants as a permanent stain.
With slight movements Neuvillette felt the pain rush up his back, suppressing the urge to sink into the lap for comfort Neuvillette tried to stand up.
A hand sneaked up and around his abdomen, gently pulling him back down before a head of (h/c) hair filled his vision.
"If I can't move then you can't either. My arm is dead, mine move his head onto a pillow?" (Y/n) whispered. Neuvilletted turned and adjusted his body, eventually making it off of (Y/n)'s lap without too much hassle for his hurting lower back. He moved Wriothesley's head slightly up allowing (Y/n) to replace it with a pillow.
"Intricate as ever," (Y/n) mumbled looking at Wriothesley's eyes, right on the scar tissue that has darkened over time, "You two may look like tops through your status in society, tall and devouring, but none for a criminal like me." (Y/n) grazed Wriothesley's cheekbones, causing the man to stir, his accessories were on the floor and the table, too tired to put them back as it was night anyway and they were all going to sleep.
(Y/n)'s hands nearly touched Wriothesley's neck scar, before the man caught his wrist. The Duke's heavy breathing and hair moved to the side revealing his startled blue-gray eyes. A beautiful color for a man who wears nearly only black.
(Y/n) pushed his hands further towards Wriothesley's neck, grazing the other's Adam's apple with his pointer finger.
"I would slam you in by the neck if this was any other occasion right about now. But it would be extremely unfair seeing how defenseless you are, not to say the Archon is right behind me." (Y/n) mumbled, hands traveling to Wriothesley's ears, "Did you use to be a little wolf in your past life? Your hair is in tufts."
Neuvillette looked at the interaction. He went to hug (Y/n) from behind, leaning his head on (Y/n)'s shoulders, trying his best to not trigger and provoke the man he was hugging. He knew it was oddly affectionate for him to do so, but tiredness was raining over him and his eyes. (Y/n) looked back, purplish eyes staring daggers into his soul, there was no ill intention in them, just pure curiosity as if he was a cat.
(Y/n) imagined a little tail on Neuvillette, swatting back and forth looking at him in curiosity, he knew he was a mystery to the man who convicted him but he never thought that image would fit so well.
Slowly Neuvillette closed those deep and sharp eyes. His hair fell onto his face when he tilted his head to the side allowing for quite a face to look at.
"Okay, that's enough, let's at least go to my home." (Y/n) snapped, standing up and walking away.
The three eventually made their way to (Y/n)'s home near the border wall of Fontaine. (Y/n) didn't feel comfortable with being in either of their homes, the Duke probably lives in his office and Neuvillette probably just sleeps in the courtroom. These two tastes in drinks were the most interesting seeing they are together. One is obsessed with water the other is obsessed with tea. At least to his knowledge. He was just trying to figure out what to serve the two before going to bed again.
(Y/n) wasn't sure on to decipher the situation when he arrived at his home. It was raided completely, the cabinets were flipped over and torn out of their sleeves, candle wax dripping all over the place with pieces of paper scattered across the floor. There were shattered plates and bowls on the floor, mixed into an uneven mixture of porcelain.
Neuvillette and Writohesley were quite shocked to see this type of development. But (Y/n) didn't seem too bothered about it.
Wriothesley picked up a sheet of paper, reading its illegal contents and plannings. There were thoroughly thought-out plans. Some had only scribbles, like a writer with a blocked imagination, or a painter who doesn't have the skills to paint what they wish. Others had words that were written over and over again in the same position, spacing, and strokes of the pen, which truly solidified the insane status of this man.
"Robbed...again." (Y/n) said aloud, causing the other two to look at him. It was quite evident, the place was looking like a tornado ran through it over and over again. There were even drawers that were knocked over and cabinet doors being ripped off. Splintered wood on the surface of the countertops as if someone tried to see if there was anything hidden within the table.
"'Again'?" they said in sync.
"Yeah...it's not the first time. People tend to think I'm stupid. Not stupid enough to keep valuables inside this house. The bed still works, let me clean up the bedroom a little." (Y/n) closed the door in Wriothesley and Neuvillette's face and went to clean the room. There were not many furniture pieces in the bedroom so it was rather clean compared to the rest of the house. Seems like the robber treated this place a little nicer.
After cleaning up and getting the bed ready (Y/n) merely walked out of the bedroom to face the other two.
"They ripped open the bed from beneath."
Eventually, they made it to Neuvillette's home. (Y/n) was just wanting a warm place to sleep at this point, after nearly falling asleep, Wriothesley decided to give him a piggyback ride for the rest of the trip across the Court of Fontaine.
They walked straight to the bedroom when arriving. Neuvillette's home is fairly big for his status and the amount of money he brings in. (Y/n) jumped into the bed, a loud thump covering the room. It was only midnight at the moment, and surprisingly, (Y/n) just didn't want to move, he could buy another pair of pants tomorrow morning but right now sleep was more important.
"Let's sleep, is your back all right? I didn't dare to ask in front of him." Wriothesley asked Neuvillette, kissing him on the lips. Neuvillette nods his head, giving him another kiss on the cheek before sharing a passionate kiss.
"That ain't going to help either of you to go to bed." (Y/n) popped up between them shoving Wriothesley onto the bed and falling on top of him. Neuvillette slept beside Wriothesley, using his shoulder as the pillow, once again he felt (Y/n)'s hands in his hair, combing through it as if it was the only way he could sleep.
Neuvillette glanced at Wriothesley, a yawn coming across his lips before a single word would come out.
"We'll talk tomorrow. Good night." Wriotheslye kissed Neuvilette's forehead, moving (Y/n) off of his body, much to the man's dismay.
Either way, he cared not, it was a little too warm for him anyway.
Just a few hours later (Y/n) woke up, at his usual time, and went to the window, which was pointed away from the bed, (Y/n) opened one of them and sat on the window sill, his legs dangling outside on the cold wind. Seems like he'll either have to get used to this lifestyle or have a money contract where they pay for him to shut up. He's much interested in the physical relationship though, he just wishes to see Wriothesley taking it net time.
It would be pretty hot...
Neuvillette and Wriohtesley eventually dragged him back into bed. This time with (Y/n) in the middle, enjoying the back rubs being given.
End
A/n: Happy Holiday everyone! I was planning to publish this a few days ago on the day of Christmas but I missed the chance and got a little carried away. Thanks for remembering me btw.
Happy Early New Year! Thank you for reading!