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It was officially Illuga’s favorite time of the month. That being? To go and visit Sir Flins with his monthly delivery of supplies.
No Illuga wasn’t being ‘overly giddy’. He was just happy to help his colleague stay stocked up on valuable supplies. That’s all.
He trotted along the pink sand of Paha isle, making sure to avoid the Fatui. Last time the Soldiers spotted Illuga, they gave him an ear full for ‘imposing on Fatui territory’ before some alarmingly tall man trudged over, whacked them all upside the head and sent Illuga on his way to Final Night Cemetery. However the man—who Illuga assumed was a Fatui squad leader—gave off the impression he didn’t want to see Illuga too close to the Fatui-owned facility again.
He side-eyed the facility, making sure he stayed on the narrow path between Fatui territory and the ice-bitten waters.
From this distance, he can just barely make out the ever-bright beacon of light attached to the light house, fog completely swallowing up its hulking frame and the rest of the island.
Illuga had to quiet his thrumming heartbeat. He was acting like a lovesick teenager— how shameful of him. But he couldn’t not feel overwhelmed by the idea of seeing Sir Flins again.
Beautiful, tall, handsome Sir Flins… with those citrine-colored eyes that cut through the fog of the abyss, that waterfall of silky hair that flared out like angry fire, and fuck. Those sexy eye bags underneath his eyes. Flins’ deep voice always ruined him, that cool tone—funnily enough—causing searing heat to jolt through his stomach. He could rest in peace happily if Flins told him to die in that low voice.
No! Bad Illuga! He shook his head, shuddering. He quickly perished the thought, promptly ignoring the wet feeling between his thighs.
He readjusted his backpack, continuing his trek. The readjustment jostled his beacon lantern, awakening an already pissed off Aedon.
Why was Aedon mad? Well- Illuga had tried fixing his lantern with ‘percussive maintenance’, in lack of a better term. He absolutely refused to go to Aino for this, knowing he wouldn’t be able to escape her wrath (and her absolutely nightmarish classes that put the wild hunt’s terror to shame).
In turn, Aedon had emerged from the light, fervently pecking at his head. Illuga had swatted at the bird, begging for forgiveness, offering Mandragora seeds as a peace offering, but it appears his tiny friend was still very… VERY upset with him.
As the lantern rattled, Aedon shot out, pecking Illuga and flying around his head, making him pay for waking the bird.
“Agh— Aedon! I thought we talked about this!“ Illuga ducked, scurrying out of the way at the nightingale’s angry swooping. Aedon gave an indigent squawk before ultimately soaring off towards the Kuuvahki Experimental Design Bureau.
Illuga stumbled up in alarm. “Aedon?” He called out, watching with growing dread as the speckling bird got tinier and tinier.
“Aedon!” Illuga called, whistling to him. Dammit. Aedon wasn’t coming back, only getting farther and farther away.
Illuga’s chest tightened. He jogged towards where Aedon flew off to, his body growing hot with anxiety. He knew Aedon was competent, but this was the Fatui. If they caught a magical bird soaring over their territory, they might shoot it down! And if they didn’t outright kill it, they might experiment on it.
Illuga didn’t take anymore time, quickly breaking out into a sprint. “Shit- Aedon! Aedon, come back!” He pleaded. But to no avail, the Kuuvahki creature did not return.
Illuga cursed under his breath, skidding to a halt as a fatuus stopped him, a heavy gun in her hands. “Stop right there!” She commanded, her tall form imposing.
Illuga mentally kicked himself. He straightened his back, readying himself for the confrontation. “Hello, madame- I lost my companion around your facility—“ he started, only for her to hold up a gloved hand.
“Now stop right there, kid.” She snapped, adjusting her gun. “I’m not falling for that again. You can get on and get!” Her tone was firm. Final.
“Ah— again?” Illuga cautiously asked, shoulders scrunching up a bit. The Fatuus scoffed, “You stupid or somethin’? No trespassing. I’ve heard the ‘lost companion’ bit enough times already to know it’s just a hunk of slothsheep shit. I’ll give you one last chance before I bust your nose.”
Oh. That wasn’t a threat but a promise. Illuga quickly ducked away, tail tucked between his legs.
Illuga was a much capable man, an expert fighter and strategist, however he knew when to back down. And he’d rather not get chewed out by the old man and a Fatui Captain for him engaging in a brawl with Fatui soldiers.
He would need to step back and think.
Illuga walked over to a rock on the shore, sitting. The salty sea air blew on his face, brushing his silvery bangs back as it howled. He had to think of a way to get into the building and up to the highest point. That’s where he watched Aedon fly off to.
He certainly couldn’t just waltz in. Disguises were risky… besides, where would he get a Fatuus uniform? The Fatui was full of unapologetically huge soldiers, and Illuga was anything but that.
While pondering, his thoughts drifted to what the Traveler told him.
‘Last time I was there, I simply snuck into one of the crates. Works like a charm!’
The crates? He could only assume she had meant the conveyors leading into the facility. Illuga wasn’t too big, certainly he’d be able to comfortably cram himself into one of the steel crates.
Deciding it’s his best chance at finding Aedon, Illuga was brought back from his deep thinking, only to find a pair of suspiciously familiar boots down by his feet. He slowly trailed his gaze up… and up. Meeting the eyes of the man in his deepest fantasies.
Flins loomed over him, a serene grin on his face. “Welcome back to Teyvat, Young Master.” Flins greeted, his smile widening as he watched Illuga’s expression grow embarrassed. Just how long had Flins been standing there?!
“Sir Flins!” Illuga yelped, quickly standing. “Please forgive me! I was just on my way to your lighthouse when I ran into a bit of a conundrum,” Illuga clasped his hands together apologetically. Flins breathed out a laugh, raising his hand.
“At ease, Young Master.” He soothed. “Whatever has gotten you so frazzled?” He asked, calmly awaiting Illuga to regain his composure and explain.
Oh curse Flins and his way of easing his nerves.
“I-it’s Aedon, he got mad at me and flew off.” He admitted weakly. “I tried going after him but the Fatui won’t allow me entry— I’m scared he’s gonna get hurt, or worse.” Illuga’s tight panic was back, the dread washing back over his expression. A cold hand on his shoulder grounded him, deft fingers coming to tilt his chin up.
“My dear Illuga, Sir Aedon won’t fall so easily, please do not fret.” He said in a low, relaxing tone. “Why don’t I escort you to Nasha town, you could perhaps garner an audience with Lady Nefer and she can aid you accordingly.” He suggested. It was true to Flins’ nature to remain level-headed and sure. But Illuga didn’t have time. (His patience and anxiety wouldn’t grant it).
Illuga quickly shook his head. “No time, Sir Flins. I already have a plan and a trip to Nasha town will take at least a day considering the distance and the port wait time.” Illuga informed him, his determination shining through.
Flins gave a playful head tilt. “Oh? Leave it to the Young Master to remain vigilant and already form a plan.” Flins praised.
“Quit the flattery, Sir Flins…” Illuga groaned. If Flins kept praising him he would surely combust. His belly already felt warm just by Flins’ proximity.
“And what is your flawless execution?” Flins questioned, leaning in a little. Don’t get closer don’t get closer—
“Lumine told me about the conveyor belts that lead up into the facility, so I’ll have to get into one and—“ Flins covered his mouth, giving him a questioning look. “Don’t give me that look! It’s the fastest and most accessible way right now.” Illuga huffed, arms crossing over his chest.
Flins straightened his back, thinking it over. “..Allow me to accompany you then, Young Master.” Flins said finally. He extended his gloved hand, expecting Illuga to take it.
“Sir Flins… you really don’t need to get dragged into my affairs.” Illuga responded sheepishly. Before he could overthink anymore, a strong arm wrapped around his, tugging him into a tall frame. “Nonesense, Young Master. It would bring me great joy if you would allow me to join you.” He practically purred. Illuga’s form fitting perfectly against Flins’.
Illuga’s mind blanked for a second before he let out a long sigh. “Very well, Sir Flins. Let us be on our way.” He said firmly, tugging Flins along. Flins willingly went, strides falling in pace with Illuga’s. He looked so pleased with himself as he accompanied Illuga.
Illuga would have to ignore that.
They rounded the corner, Illuga tugging Flins down by the straps of his capelet to whisper. “ The crates are just over there, it seems like they’re still operating so we’ll have to be fast.” Illuga instructed, lips dangerously close to the shell of Flins’ ear.
Flins nodded, arm curling around Illuga’s waist and darting forward in a flash of lightning. Once he let go of Illuga, he looked down to find his frazzled and wide eyed.
“What was that?” He hissed quietly. Flins shrugged, lips curling up. “Just a byproduct of having an electro Moonwheel.” Not technically a lie.
Before Illuga could conjure up a response, heavy boots approached in a pair of three. Three Soldiers were idly chatting while on patrol, nearing their position.
Illuga’s breath caught in his throat and he quickly dragged Flins into the crate.
Once safely in the crate, they faced one problem. It was impossibly cramped. Flins’ back was arched against the roof, legs splayed out and bracketing Illuga’s body.
Illuga was cramped up against the older Lightkeeper’s chest, their breaths mingling, feet braced against the wall.
“Ah— Young Master, it seems to be a little.. tight.” Flins laughed quietly, a small jest to lighten the embarrassing atmosphere. But Illuga was mortified.
He already hated tight spaces, the tunnels of Kipumaki cliff already pushed him enough, but this was three times worse than those tunnels. Illuga’s breath was shallow, puffing rapidly against Flins’ chin. Flins’ glanced down, a frown forming. “Young Master?” Flins gently called.
Illuga scrambled a bit, pushing his body against the wall opposite of Flins. “Get me out oh gosh get me out—“ he croaked, heart thrumming in his chest. Flins made a move to the door, pushing. Only, it did not budge, tightly locked and readying for ascension up the conveyor.
This did nothing to calm Illuga. He pushed, bracing his back against the wall with his feet by Flins’ thighs. He writhed and pushed futilely. “Young Master” Flins reached out, stroking his cheek. “You’re okay, the lift will be up soon and we’ll get you out. Just breathe.” He commanded soothingly.
“I can’t breathe Flins—“ he wheezed. “Oh gosh. Oxygen. We’re going to die.” He breathed out. Flins shook his head, pointing to a small vent on the ceiling. A precaution ever since one Fatuus got trapped in a crate and unfortunately asphyxiated.
Flins reached out, larger hands encompassing Illuga’s shaking hands. Long fingers removed one glove, soothingly rubbing over his knuckles. “At ease… the crate will be up so—“ Flins’ words were cut off by the unmistakable sound of the conveyor screeching to a halt. Illuga stared, wide eyed.
“Alright Young Master—“ Illuga shook his head. He squirmed, forcing Flins to reach out and drag his smaller body up between his legs and drape his body over his chest. “There, just relax.” Flins murmured into his ear, resting his chin over the mop of silver hair.
Illuga’s erratic breathing slowed, arms wrapping around Flins’ waist tightly. Just let your Senior ground you.
His cheek rested against Flins’ pectorals, a hand settling on his upper back and stroking downwards, and repeating that motion.
Soon after, Illuga’s panic-muddled brain started to lift from the fog after a bit. Glossy periwinkle eyes drifting up. Oh how inappropriate this was.
Illuga was now highly aware of their position. He was practically snuggled over Flins! He shifted, only for an arm to keep him in place. “Ah, welcome back, Young Master…” Flins greeted softly, his voice kept low as if to avoid frightening a small animal.
Illuga made an unintelligible sound. “Thank you, Sir Flins.” He mumbled, mortified by the position. He tried shifting, only to be straddling Flins. Heat spiked up his spine. “Shit- sorry!” Illuga groaned, trying to find a position that wasn’t touching Flins.
He shifted, dragging his hips across Flins’. Heat immediately pooled in his stomach, heart rate speeding up just after finally settling down. Illuga couldn’t stop apologizing, Flins trying to reassure Illuga.
Illuga could feel the heat on his face, and promptly hid his face against Flins’ chest. His thighs twitched as Flins’ arm banded around his waist, hoisting Illuga up more onto his lap.
“Sir Flins—“ Illuga scolded him, only to be shushed. “I’m trying to get comfortable, I’m a lot— taller” Flins huffed out. Illuga decided to give it to him. But it didn’t stop the warm feeling in Illuga’s groin. Their crotches flush against each other.
Oh Archons. This was terrible. The man of his affections was stuck in a very tight space with him, and Illuga was literally on his lap straddling him! Please just let the Abyss open and swallow him whole—
Illuga was jolted out of his thoughts as he felt… something.
He could barely make out what it was until… Oh. Oh. Flins was hard.
Illuga quickly covered his mouth with a hand, feeling Flins’ fingers slightly tighten around him.
Stop thinking like that! He’s probably just embarrassed and worked up about having to be in such an enclosed space, it’s a natural bodily reaction. Flins doesn’t think of you like that.
Illuga could feel Flins’ arms tighten around him, a frown on his face, eyes distant. “S-Sir Flins?” Illuga croaked out, dragging Flins’ out of his thoughts.
He felt Flins’ jolt, citrine eyes trailing down to meet Illuga’s. “Sir Flins, are you okay?” Illuga immediately began fretting over him, worried about his comfort and— was Flins blushing?
Something deep in those eyes, staring down at him. Hunger. A securely guarded hunger lingered deep in that gaze. It made Illuga’s breath hitch and his cunt moisten.
“Sir… Flins…?” Illuga squeaked out, brows furrowing. Flins snapped out of it. “Forgive me, Young Master. I’m not well accustomed to such small spaces and such… positions.” He admitted with a dry laugh. Illuga immediately moved. “Let me give you space—-“ he started, only for hands to tighten on his waist.
“Don’t.” Not a request. Not a suggestion. But an order.
“Oh—“ Illuga was taken aback by the tone, that predatory look flashing in bright eyes.
Flins seemed to catch it too, but before Flins could coax him off his lap, Illuga boldly locked his legs around his waist.
“Young Master—“ Flins warned, Illuga ignoring that warning. “You’re hard.” Illuga boldly stated, encouraged by the subtle hunger in Flins’ eyes.
He felt Flins’ stiffen underneath him, and he almost thought he made the wrong move before Flins let out a soft scoff. “And you’re wet.”
Illuga felt a gush of slick leave him as Flins stated in retaliation.
“S-so I am.” Illuga admitted, his nerves palpable. Flins could tell. He could always tell.
“Do not play with fire, Young Master.” Flins warned, voice low. That tone only emboldened Illuga despite his already frayed nerves. “Can I play with you then?” Jahoda had taught him that line, and he felt pretty proud of himself for being able to use i—
He was swiftly moved, back hitting the floor of the crate as Flins’ pinned his wrists in one hand. He was heaving, staring down at him with those citrine eyes now filled with unconcealed hunger. Flins let out a heavy breath, his hair falling down his shoulders, tickling Illuga’s cheeks.
“And truly, what did you think I was referring to when I said ‘fire’?” He asked smoothly. Illuga weakly squirmed, only to find his wrists were in a death grip.
Flins seemed to slowly reign in his composure, but retained his grip on Illuga’s delicate wrists. “Of course you of all people wouldn’t listen to your Seniors.” A slow, sly smile trailed up his lips, his knee nudging between Illuga’s thighs.
“Tell me, Young Master. Do you often get wet like this for me? Or is this a first?” He crooned, his elbow bracing right beside his head. Illuga opened his mouth to retort, but quickly snapped his teeth shut.
“So shy…” Flins hummed, nudging his thigh against Illuga’s clothed crotch, punching a gasp out of him. “My my, where’d all that confidence go?” He teased, leaning in closer.
Their breaths mingled, Illuga’s breaths coming out as short, quick pants. He involuntarily moved his hips, eyes squeezing shut.
“Attaboy.” Flins praised gently. “Sir Flins—“ Illuga begged, his voice breathy and embarrassingly whiny. “We shouldn’t—“ he started to protest.
“And not finish what you started? I don’t hear any movement of the conveyor, I’m sure we have time.” He hummed, hand reaching out to stroke Illuga’s cheek.
Oh Abyss please just kill him.
Flins was looming over him, keeping him impossibly trapped under his form, encouraging Illuga to hump his thigh like a damn dog, all while smiling!
Illuga whined as he grinded down, desperately wanting to muffle his whimper.
“Such a pretty song.” Flins sighed. Illuga shook his head. “Sir Flins— not here…” he begged quietly, face red with embarrassment, his ears hot. “I don’t want it to be in a crate—“ he whined.
Flins gave him an amused expression, stroking his cheek to soothe him. “Don’t want what to be here? Use your words Young Master.” Flins cooed, eyes half lidded and patient.
“My first time.” Illuga mumbled, eyes flicking up to meet Flins’, only to find wide eyes staring back.
“Your… oh.” He concluded. “You're inexperienced?” He asked, fishing for clarification.
Fuck. Now Flins knew he was a virgin. This was a nightmare. Of course Flins wouldn’t want some inexperienced idiot to mingle with. He probably wanted some guy who knew what he was doing, and probably well— a real guy.
“Luckily for you, I didn’t plan on it. Nay. When I take you, I want it to be in my bed.” He punctuated his point by grinding his thigh up, causing Illuga to gasp and scramble to grasp onto Flins’ shoulders, Flins graciously letting them go.
“I will be gentle, and I will break you in with care.” He whispered hotly into his ear. Illuga’s fingers tightened on Flins’ shoulders as he buried his face into his shoulder.
Flins took that as a victory, and trailed his hands down to Illuga’s hips, rocking up.
Illuga’s back jolted upright, fingers clawing slightly. “Fuck— Flins—“ Illuga whimpered, biting his lip.
He let out a soft moan as Flins repeated the motion, quickly coming onto him. Illuga’s moans were swallowed by Flins’ lips on his, tongue licking over the seam of his lips, begging for entry. Illuga wanted to tease a little bit, but when Flins bucked up, he gasped, Flins tongue pushing into his mouth.
Flins groaned into the kiss, keeping a tight grip on Illuga’s hips and a steady rhythm as he continued to rock his thigh up into Illuga.
Flins swirled his tongue with Illuga’s, a hand coming up to thread through short hair. Illuga’s hands tracing up and down Flins’s back and shoulder blades. Illuga tried tugging back for air, but Flins smushed their faces back together. He dominated the kiss, devouring him, dragging Illuga into his embrace. Illuga sputtered and gasped for breath through the kiss, biting down on Flins’ lip to urge him to let go, only spurring Flins on.
Eventually he tugged at his long hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers and pulling. Flins gritted his teeth in a groan, lashes fluttering.
Oh. He’d have to tuck this knowledge away and save it for later.
Flins removed his capelet, tossing the offending garment over his shoulder. He nosed along Illuga’s jaw, coaxing Illuga to tilt his chin up.
“You’re breathing quite erratically, Young Master.” Flins observed, lips closing in on his throat, sucking. Illuga yelped, hands flying up to cradle Flins’ head. “Q-quiet.” Illuga snapped, breath wavering. Flins smirked slyly, dragging his teeth over the junction of his throat.
“You’d taste most divine, wouldn’t you, my dearest Illuga?” Flins purred, licking a stripe up his neck, trailing up his chin and gently biting the meat of his cheek. Illuga sputtered, fingers digging into Flins’ scalp, only urging him to bite harder.
“Sir Flins! Nothing above the collar—“ he squawked, trying to pull the leech from his cheek.
Flins graced him with pulling away, thumbing the redness on Illuga’s cheek. Right where he bit.
“Oh? That implies I’m allowed to undress you.” Flins hummed thoughtfully. Before Illuga could protest or take it back, Flins was on him again. Peeling off his coat and roughly pushing up his turtleneck. He dove down, nuzzling into the flesh of his stomach, fingers crawling up and squeezing at his sides and abdominal muscles. Flins immediately suctioned onto him like a lamprey, nibbling and sucking.
Illuga gritted his teeth, slick gushing from his cunt, staining his pants. Flins other hand slid under him, pawing at Illuga’s crotch.
Illuga gasped, hips arching into the touch. “Flins— touch me—“ he mewled, desperate.
“Shh, I will touch you, but no penetration, not even with my fingers. Not until I can properly have you.” Flins continued pawing at his crotch, painfully dragging a finger down where his clit was.
Flins’ motions were slow, gentle yet dominating. Teasing him slowly, dragging out Illuga’s pleasure.
“My, you sing so beautifully.” Flins curled his body over Illuga’s. Flins was tall. Very tall. His large body overwhelming Illuga’s with ease. He curled his fingers under Illuga’s waist, lifting him a bit, forcing him into an arch.
He could feel the quickly wettening patch on Illuga’s crotch, encouraging him to continue stroking his clit. His hand smoothed out over his clothed cunt, squeezing, earning a soft whine. Encouraged, Flins slipped a hand into Illuga’s pants. Illuga startled, looking up at Flins. He let out a cry, thighs clamping around Flins’ hand as Flins started stroking him faster.
Illuga writhed, thighs tight around Flins’ hand, legs kicking. “Sir Flins— faster!” Illuga begged, hips bucking into his hand.
“Oh? Does this please my Young Master?” Flins crooned, rubbing faster, pinching and stroking his sensitive nub. Illuga gasped, eyes squinting in pleasure. “Yes! Yesyesyesyes” he moaned wantonly. He squeezed his eyes shut, hips stuttering as he climaxed. A sticky gush of slick pooled in his panties, ruining them.
“There we go, just let go.” He praised. “I didn’t take you for one to be loud while in the throes of pleasure. What if someone were to hear us?” Flins teased, using his free hand to push Illuga’s turtle neck over his head. “Oh? Now what's this?” Flins tilted his head curiously, eyeing Illuga’s binder. He removed his hand from Illuga’s clit, opting to trail his knuckles over Illuga’s chest, earning a delicious shudder.
Illuga averted his eyes, earning a sympathetic look from Flins. “Hush now, my darling, You’re very handsome.” He reassured, pecking Illuga on the lips, silencing those nasty thoughts plaguing his head and swiftly pulling off the binder.
Illuga’s hands flew up to his chest, covering his breasts. Flins clicked his tongue, gathering his hands in one and nudging them away. “Now now, no hiding from me.” Flins hands were immediately on his chest, fingers groping and digging into the supple flesh of Illuga’s breast. Illuga arched up, mouth opening in a silent groan. His legs kicked a little, his sensitive buds being pinched by leathered fingers.
“Flins, gloves off.” Illuga begged, desperately wanting skin on skin. Flins pulled back, pulling his glove off with his teeth, then the other. Cold fingers refound his breasts, he leaned down, burying his face in Illuga’s shallow cleavage. He wrapped his arms around Illuga tightly, not letting him go.
Illuga tugged at his hair, only to earn a bite on his chest.
“Ow! Sir Flins!” Illuga glowered, feeling Flins smirk. “Don’t disturb me. I’m exactly where I wish to be.” He muffled into his cleavage.
Illuga’s face reddened, looking down at the man buried in his chest.
“Sir Flins.. you’re still hard.” He murmured, absently stroking Flins’ hair. Flins peaked out. “I am. But I am content here.”
Illuga paused his petting, thinking. Flins didn’t mind, only basking in Illuga’s presence and cushy chest.
Illuga shifted underneath him. “Here, get up.” He instructed, pushing Flins up. He settled between Flins’ legs. Flins watched him curiously, Illuga pulling off his other glove and reaching for Flins’ belt.
“Gods, why do you wear so many buckles?” Illuga muttered to himself, unzipping his pants. “Young Master, there’s truly no need to—“ Flins jolted as Illuga pulled out his cock, exposing it to the cool air. Illuga stopped, hands hovering over Flins’ generous length.
This thing was definitely going to kill him. Oh well, it was nice knowing everyone. Just don’t tell his old man how he died.
It dawned on him that he really didn’t know what he was doing. He looked up to Flins for guidance. Flins proceeded to huff out a fond laugh, the sharp hunger in his eyes melting into something different.
“What is it you plan on doing exactly?” Flins hummed, reaching out to stroke his hair. “You look lost.”
Illuga let out a heavy sigh, leaning into the fingers carding through his hair. It was a simple gesture of affection, one that calmed his hot nerves. “I was um… Iwasgonnaputitinmymouth,” Illuga spit out quickly, way too worked up to say it in a steady manner.
He felt the fingers in his hair tighten ever so slightly. He met Flins’ eyes, faced with that same hunger burning 10x brighter, staring down at him like a predator looking at a particularly pleasing prey animal.
“Do you know how?” Flins asked carefully, gauging his reaction. Illuga sheepishly shook his head. Flins let out a low whistle.
“Alright, let’s start small—“ Flins began, but before he could start, the conveyor groaned, restarting back up. They were moving again. Illuga startled, pulling back and hitting his head on the wall.
They both proceeded to rush to pull on their clothes and fix themselves. Flins tucked himself back into his pants and helped Illuga pull his clothes back on.
“Shit— Aedon!” Illuga cursed. But instead, the lift was going down. Why were they going down?!
“We seem to be descending.” Flins observed, tugging Illuga closer. Illuga’s face was pressed under his chin. Illuga wrapped his arms around Flins’ torso. “Oh Abyss just kill me…” Illuga muttered into his chest.
The conveyor came to a halt on the ground, and as the little door swung open, they were met with Fatui Soldiers.
…
That day, Illuga still managed to get chewed out by his old man and a Fatui captain, but the only difference was Flins was actively being scolded with him. All he could do was take it while repeating ‘Yes, my Starshyna’ and ‘No, my Starshyna’.
Luckily for them, Nikita managed to get them out of trouble with the Fatui after explaining his son simply wanted to find his bird, and that was that… until they had to face the Starshyna’s wrath alone.
Illuga walked out of the mead hall red faced and embarrassed, Flins trailing out behind him.
“You didn’t have to volunteer to do extra paperwork for me, Sir Flins.” Illuga mumbled, Flins waved him off, pulling him into his side. “For you Young Master, I’d do all the paperwork there is. Besides… I still believe you owe me a little something.” Flins teased. Illuga flushed, pushing off him. “Sir Flins— we’re in public.” He chided, keeping a safe distance.
“Oh young master, how you wound me.” Flins lamented dramatically, bringing a hand up to his forehead. Illuga huffed lightly.
“Say- Sir Flins? Why don’t- “ Illuga started, fidgeting with the dangling strap on his harness. “Why don’t you come to my house tonight? It’s a lot closer.” Flins hummed thoughtfully, then smiled. “Alas, young master, I said it would be on my bed, didn’t I? Besides, we both know you don’t have the proper supplies necessary.” Flins pinched his cheek, earning a swat from Illuga.
“It’s also a lot more secluded, and then I can hear you sing as loud as I want.” He said, leaning in to press his lips to his ear. Illuga twitched, face growing hot as he ran forward, groaning into his hands. “Sir Flins!”
-end-