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Albedo and Scaramouche had been together for 8 years, and in their third year of dating they decided to live together in a comfortable and welcoming house in Mondstadt and definitively begin a life as a married couple. Although they didn't have a ceremony, they both wear a beautiful wedding ring on their ring finger. It didn't take long for Albedo to suggest the idea of starting a family as well, since he always got along well with children and admired Alice's family, of which he was in a way a part. At first, Scara was reluctant, but he gave in after long months of indecision, and, with the knowledge that the blond had acquired through Rhinedottir, his master, the couple's son was born: a fruit of alchemy.
Upon hearing the news, all the couple's friends and family came to visit them. Alice didn't hesitate to see her adopted grandson, whom she had spoiled and sworn to protect. Klee, now a little older, was immediately thrilled to learn of the little one's birth. The knights of favonius brought gifts and visited Albedo and Scara whenever they could to see the baby, who had soft purple hair, large red eyes, and a pair of tiny horns.
Albedo spent most of his time with the child during the first few years. Scaramouche was always by his side and was a responsible father, but he couldn't handle fatherhood the way his beloved could at first.
Now their son, Durin, had just turned 4 years old on March 14th. The indigo-haired man threw a big party for his beloved child, where there was a large apple cake and the children of Mondstadt could enjoy this moment alongside the little birthday boy. Only 2 days had passed since the celebration and Durin still couldn't stop talking about and playing with his new toys.
As usual, Durin lay on the crimson red carpet in the living room, moving his legs back and forth as he ran his fingers across the pages of Albedo's science book, just to look at the illustrations, something he only did when he was tired of playing and running around the house. Scaramouche and Durin were alone today, Albedo had left for the Dragon's Spine in search of painting materials and wouldn't return until the next day.
"Aren't you hungry? It's getting a bit late for you, little boy."
Scara approaches and sits on the carpet, curious to know what was holding Durin's attention in that book. He strokes his son's hair, waiting for his answer.
"I don't want to eat... I miss daddy!"
"He'll be home soon, he'll be here early tomorrow morning, and when you open your eyes he'll be preparing your breakfast."
The man pinches the child's nose as he says, playfully teasing him, which brings a smile to Durin's face.
"Promise?"
"Of course, I don't lie."
"Then I want to eat now!"
"Of course, I'll prepare your mush."
Scaramouche effortlessly picked Durin up in his arms, he rested his head on his father's shoulder, who carried him to the kitchen.
He had always been a cold and distant man, and of course, he didn't give anyone a chance to access his heart, but after meeting Albedo, that changed a lot, and after Durin's birth, Scara changed completely. Of course, he was still distant with others, but among his family it was as if he became a different person, and if someone told that to the past self, he would certainly laugh and tell the person to shut up.
After placing Durin in the little chair that Alice had specially built for him as a gift, Scara went to the stove and collected a pot and the necessary ingredients. He wasn't the master of the kitchen, so Albedo was always in charge of making everyone's food in the house, and even when the blond man was away, he would leave a list of how to prepare each thing, just to make sure his husband wouldn't have any problems during his absence. With that, Scara picks up a somewhat worn piece of paper with the step-by-step instructions on how to prepare the mush and begins to prepare it, adding the ingredients and carefully beating them, turning it into a sweet mixture. He turns off the stove and pours the food into the baby blue bottle, wiping the rim with his thumb when a little overflows. Before closing it, he touches it to his wrist, checking the temperature.
Scara picks up his son again, heading to a rocking chair in the living room. He leans against the soft cushion, with the child on his lap, Scara cuddles him in his arm, his silky lilac hair tickling the crook of his elbow. With his other hand, he brings the bottle to Durin's lips. As he ate, his eyes closed, showing comfort in that moment. The somewhat old armchair creaked beneath them as it began to move, as if to lull the boy to sleep.
When he finished, Scara gently rocked him to open his eyes.
"Go brush your teeth and I'll put you to bed, okay?"
Durin nodded and got off his father's lap, heading to the bathroom, already half asleep, while the man headed towards the kitchen to wash the dishes.
The little boy was already ready for bed, dressed in his starry pastel blue and yellow pajamas. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet off the floor, when Scaramouche entered the room.
"You look adorable in your new pajamas! Come on, let's go to sleep."
"Okay, daddy."
Scara sat on the bed near the headboard, opening his arms so Durin could lean against him, and the little boy did.
"Daddy, tell me the story of how you and daddy Albedo met!"
"Again? But you've heard that so many times..."
The man laughed.
"I know! But I like hearing about love, I want to feel it too!"
"But love isn't just what I feel for your father, there are many kinds of love, Durin."
"And how do I know the kinds of love?"
"There are the ones we feel for our friends, like... what I feel, uhm... for Lumine, I think."
He pauses before continuing his reasoning, remembering the adventures he had alongside Lumine and the rest of his friends around Teyvat until each one found their purpose in life.
"There's also family love, like Albedo feels for Alice. And of course, there's romantic love, which is what I feel for him."
"Is that the kind of love people kiss each other with?"
"Where are you learning this stuff, Durin? Who told you this kind of nonsense?"
"I heard it around, tell me, daddy, tell me!"
Scaramouche clears his throat, trying to think of a way to explain this sort of thing to his son.
"Well... yes. But it's not just couples who kiss. Friends and family also exchange kisses, but only on the cheek."
"What's it like to kiss on the mouth?"
Durin points to his father's lips.
"You'll know someday, it's not something someone your age should be doing."
"Why? I want to kiss too, can you show me, daddy? I want to know how to do it."
The man freezes at his son's request, without reacting.
"N-no, Durin! That's not something you ask for, okay? If daddy did that to you, it would be very wrong, and if people found out, I'd be dead!"
"Please, please! Nobody will know, I swear, please, daddy."
Durin insists and throws a tantrum, his high-pitched little voice starting to irritate Scaramouche. He had learned to be patient, of course, but he couldn't stand his son's insistence when he really wanted something.
"Ok! But don't talk about it later...and it's only once. Come on, sit on daddy's lap."
Durin smiled broadly before sitting on Scaramouche's lap. He grasped the boy's slender waist, pulling him closer onto his thighs, his little legs dangling to one side.
Scara closed his eyes, rethinking all his sins and how this one would definitely lead him to hell. If for some reason he had been spared the sin of killing people, stealing, and lying during his time with the Fatuis, the act of kissing his little son had definitely condemned his soul to suffer for eternity. He moved closer to the child's face and placed a kiss on his soft, rosy lips. Durin put his slender arms around his father's neck in the process, he had probably seen this in some movie, or was trying to replicate his parents' actions when they kissed.
Scaramouche finally interrupts the kiss, seeking his son's reaction, who only tilts his head upwards, searching for another, resting his hands on the indigo-haired man's chest.
If nobody finds out, it won't be a problem, right? I'm not a bad father, right? I'm not like my mother, am I? Many thoughts invaded his head, but he was already doomed, wasn't he? He had already crossed a line he shouldn't have, it wouldn't hurt to go just a little further, right? It had been a long time since he had had relations with Albedo, and he wasn't the masochistic type, and Scaramouche missed seeing someone cry, begging him to stop. Oh, archons, he wouldn't be terrible for hurting his little boy, would he?
Scaramouche gives in with a serious expression on his face, pressing his lips against Durin's once more, who emits some sounds and a distorted whisper trying to say "daddy".
The man gropes the boy's back and one of his hands goes under his shirt. Durin was smaller than the other boys his age, making Scaramouche seem bigger than he actually is, which awakens a sudden desire in the man, who had always been self-conscious about his height, now he could dominate and corrupt something much smaller than himself.
He squeezes his son's soft thigh, which makes cute little noises that Scaramouche feels terribly good hearing.
"That's enough, let's stop here, I don't want you to get hurt."
"But already? I want more kisses..."
Durin pouts and Scaramouche tucks him back into bed under the covers, giving him only a goodnight kiss before getting out of bed.
"No, no, Durin, that's enough. Go to sleep, goodnight. And don't tell your father about this tomorrow, or you'll be in trouble with me."
Scaramouche turns off the light and leaves quickly, closing the door behind him and leaving Durin alone in the dark, unable to even protest.
The man goes to his own room, locking it.
He throws himself onto the bed and puts his hands to his face, thinking about what he had just done, his morals were completely questionable now.
Scaramouche sits leaning against the headboard and, after a few minutes deciding whether it would be worth it or not, he lowers his pants and underwear, revealing his hard member, the result of his impulsive and sinful actions. He masturbates until the white liquid emerges from his penis, which he looks at with bittersweet feelings.
It was around 7 a.m. when Albedo arrived home, leaving his heavy coat on the coat rack near the front door, with some bags in his hands full of painting supplies he had bought and also ingredients to make new paints that he had gathered from the Dragon's Spine. He leaves the bags on a small table near the coat rack.
He heads to his room where Scaramouche was sleeping, but the door was locked, a habit Scaramouche didn't have when he was alone at home without him.
"Honey? Are you awake? I'm home."
The blond man knocks politely on the door.
The other man wakes up with a start, startled, forgetting for a moment that Albedo would be returning today. His wicked actions had disturbed his mind all night, barely managing to sleep.
He opens the door, revealing a tired appearance.
"Oh, love, are you alright? You don't seem to have slept well last night, did something happen?"
Albedo puts his hand on his husband's cheek, worried.
"I'm fine, don't worry. How was your walk on the Dragon's spine? Did you get what you needed?"
He moved away from the blond, yawning. Albedo answered something he couldn't hear, or perhaps he just didn't care enough to pay attention at the moment.
"Well, if you're able, could you wake Durin and take him for a bath? I'll make our breakfast, I'm sure you're hungry."
He gave a sweet little laugh, and Scaramouche continued with the same apathetic expression and didn't answer anything.
Noticing his husband's reaction, Albedo just awkwardly went to the kitchen, leaving Scaramouche alone, who sighed deeply until finally going to his son's room.
The dark wooden door was in front of him, the purple sign with Durin's name engraved on it made him even more nervous.
He hesitantly opened the door.
"D-Durin...darling...Albedo's back, wake up."
Scaramouche enters the room, locking the door behind him and approaching the child's bed. Durin was already awake, but still sleepy and sitting amidst the plush toys and blankets on his bed.
"Good morning, daddy."
He smiles innocently, making Scaramouche's heart soften in a...different way.
"Good morning, Durin. Come on, your father asked me to give you a bath..."
Scara bends down to the bed's level, extending his hand to help the boy get off it.
The father helps the child remove his pajamas, letting them fall onto the bedroom carpet, exposing his pale body to the cold morning wind. Durin was now only wearing plain white patterned panties, with just a small bow at the top. Scaramouche couldn't help but glance at the little boy's small, pink nipples, making his face blush.
Scaramouche squeezes his son's face in a reckless act.
"Durin, did you like what we did last night?"
"Are you asking about the kisses?"
"Yes, about them."
Durin nods, indicating yes.
"So...if I show you other things better than kissing, you promise not to tell anyone?"
"I promise! I swear on everything."
Durin extends his little finger, which Scaramouche intertwines, swearing a promise in the most childish way possible.
"Alright...come here."
Scaramouche returned to the bed.
"Lie on your stomach."
The boy obeyed, lying on the bed, leaving his bottom visible.
"Good boy."
Scaramouche positioned himself over him, his weight pressing against the little boy's body. Scaramouche was already hard and his erection was visible. He would hold back from penetrating him, he didn't want to hurt his little baby, nor did he want to alarm Albedo. Just lascivious touches were enough to contain his new desires, at least that's what he's trying to convince himself of.
The man unbuttoned his pants and lowered his underwear, letting both pieces fall to the floor along with Durin's pajamas.
"It won't hurt, okay? I'll be gentle."
He rubbed his penis, already wet with pre-ejaculate, against his son's delicate panties, careful not to scare him.
"H-hmm...daddy...what is this?"
"Silence, Durin...be quiet, okay? No questions, not now, alright?"
Scaramouche hugged the child's small body, who was digging his nails into the bed blanket. It was like hugging a teddy bear. He had never noticed that Durin was so fragile and tiny until that moment. He increased the rhythm of his hips, rubbing faster against the child's vagina, which formed a small dark spot due to the wetness of the lubrication.
Durin tried to contain himself and not let out any moans, but he couldn't hold back when his father's member touched the clitoris of his childish intimacy.
Scaramouche delighted in Durin's moans, he moved his son's panties aside, revealing the entrance to his pink and untouched pussy.
"Durin, my love, be good and don't scream, okay? Daddy needs to have fun, you're the best son I could ever have."
Scaramouche kisses his son's neck and moves away to get the lilac pacifier that was on the nightstand next to the bed.
"Open your little mouth, Durin."
The child obeys, and Scaramouche puts the pacifier in roughly, unlike how he usually does it.
Scara positions his penis at his son's entrance, making some back-and-forth movements to pleasure himself before thrusting inside, making Durin tear up and tremble beneath him.
"Everything will be alright, daddy will finish soon, okay?"
The man places his hands on the bed, beginning to penetrate at a slow pace.
"U-uhm...Durin...Durin! My baby..."
Durin cries between sobs and moans, feeling pain and pleasure.
"Durin...ahmm...at least you're not a teenager yet, that would be a problem...c-cumming inside you...that would be a problem, hmm."
Scaramouche increases the pace of his thrusts, feeling the blood of his son's virginity running down his soft vagina onto the sheets. He penetrates him a few more times before ejaculating inside the child's intimacy, which is now a mixture of tears, despair, an inexplicable pleasure, and an innocent curiosity about the whole situation.
Scara withdraws from inside Durin, his semen running down his vagina and mixing with the crimson red.
He sits on the bed, tired, and pulls his son to lie on his chest, Durin's small, tearful face making his heart beat faster.
"You made daddy very happy, Durin."
He removes the pacifier from his mouth and places a long kiss on his little angel's lips.