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You told me about that one. For me torture isn't a big deal. But for you ... I can imagine it was distressing.

I can stand certain things... but shit that reminds me of the abyss in any fashion just... [ shakes his head. ]

Is that what the abyss felt like...?

[ doesn't look comfortable talking about this... but... ] It's influence feels like it's splitting you apart, so it can reshape and reform you. Twisting the person you used to be into something... something new...

I think that's why that kind of thing messes with me so badly. Just dredges up all that crap.

Do you feel like you're no longer you, after your time spent there and here?

I'm definitely not the same person I was before I fell into the abyss. And here... this place annoys me more than anything. It's like a test of patience.

But do you regret it? Falling into the abyss, arriving here ... things are different than they were in Teyvat, no?

No. I don't regret the person I've become because of the abyss. As for here... there are definitely things I'm thankful for here. It hasn't been all bad.

We wouldn't have gotten intimate like this anywhere else. Even with your stupid way of courting me by asking me to fight you.

How do you know a fight wouldn't have lead to a fuck?

I would have killed you for suggesting I'd fuck you.

I wouldn't have suggested it so much as let it happen, because it would have happened.

And what would you have done to make it happen? After I kicked your ass no less. Though I'll give you that you look sexy bruised and beaten.

[ grabs a hold of scara's shirt and lifts him up, shoving him straight into the wall beside the upgrade he bought him. ] Are you itching to find out, Kuniku?

Yes.

[ he wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him close ]

Show me how you'd fuck me.

[ captures his lips in a heated kiss as he makes short work of scara’s clothes. ] I’m going to fuck you right up against this wall, Kuniku, so you’re on full display for me.

[ fuck, that's hot, and he's following suit pretty much instantly, kissing him back as he tries to get rid of his clothes immediately ]

If we were back home - I'd be the one pounding into you after beating you.

Real funny that you think you'd win.

[ swats at his hand and grabs it ( and the other ) to pin above his head. ]

You couldn't beat me.

[ he's clearly enjoying this and well, isn't this a wonderful distraction from thinking about the state Childe was in. he doesn't need feelings! ]

I should beat you into a pulp right now just for doubting it.

But right now I want you to rail me.

...should, but won't. [ sinks his fangs into his neck, murmuring against the skin. ] And can't. [ a muffled laugh follows as he drinks some of his blood.

How do you want it, hm? Just a fast, hard fuck?

[ there's a moan at the bite, and he brings his hand to the back of Childe's head, tugging at his hair roughly just so he can kiss him and taste his blood on his lips ]

Yes. We don't have time for something more elaborate.

-ack! [ a choked out noise as his head is tugged back, though it's swiftly muffled ( and forgotten ) as they share a bloody kiss. ] Wrap your legs around my waist then. [ he presses scaramouche just a little bit harder into the wall, using his body to pin him there as he drops a hand to start fumbling with his pants, shoving them down, so they don't have to waist anymore time. ]

Just think, Scaramouche, we... we could have fucked in one of the cramped corners of the Zapolyarny Palace. [ as soon as he's freed himself he gives his dick a few quick strokes. ] The thrill of being caught always lingering...

[ he does as told, immediately wrapping his legs around Childe's waist, letting out a little breathless laugh at the comment ]

Your fault. If you'd made a move I would have let you.

[ didn't he say he would have killed him earlier? nevermind that. He's holding onto Childe and looking more than a little eager, leaning in to kiss at his jaw ]

I always thought you were as annoying as you are hot.

[ childe is about to bring that up, but the kisses to his jaw combined with the look scaramouche is giving him swiftly make him forget anything and everything he planned on saying. ] So pretty fucken hot then, huh?

Pretty fucking hot, yes.

[ he will keep with those kisses, trailing them down to his neck ]

Come on, I'm ready for you big boy.

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