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Scaramouche stared intensely at the glowing object in his possession. The golden metal was barely visible under the intense, electro-purple glow. In the middle, a bright Electro symbol glowed. He was surprised just how easy it was to obtain. That pink-haired lady was happy to give up the gnosis in exchange for that traveller's life. And sure, as a Harbringer, he was supposed to give the gnosis to the Tsarita. But Scaramouche had his own reasons for wanting this. The gnosis that once belonged to... his mother.
He bit his lip. It'd be best for him to make his way out of Inazuma. As much as the thought of defeating the Raiden Shogun was tempting, he knew that her own people were already revolting against her. They didn't need his help at all.
But it would be nice to watch from the sidelines. He didn't need to leave Inazuma just yet. His plan could wait, right?
Kujou Sara. That was the name of one of the Shogun's generals. She was running towards a building, followed by the same traveller whose life he had spared not too long ago. He waited outside out of curiosity. After all, inside that building was none other than the Raiden Shogun herself, and Signora... Scaramouche wasn't very fond of that lady. Then again, he wasn't very fond of any of the other Harbringers.
He knew why Signora was there. To retrieve the gnosis. Of course, Scaramouche had never told her that he already took it. Scaramouche found himself hoping that she found a way to irritate the Raiden Shogun, and end up killed. If that happened... maybe Scaramouche would hate Baal a little less than he does now.
Some time passed. He heard sounds of fighting coming from the area. Then it quieted down. And then...
There was no mistaking it. Even from outside the building, Scaramouche could tell. The Musou no Hitotachi.
Signora.
Scaramouche suppressed a laugh. Of course, it could've been that someone else died, maybe the Traveller. But he had already witnessed the traveller withstand the Shogun's attack once. And with the way Signora acts, it wouldn't be a surprise if the Raiden Shogun killed her.
Sure enough, the traveller emerged safely. Signora was nowhere to be seen. Scaramouche watched as the traveller slowly walked closer, accompanied by that odd, flying creature. Something seemed off. Scaramouche heard footsteps approaching, and quickly backed up to hide. If someone saw a Harbringer hanging around here, it certainly wouldn't be ignored.
Scaramouche recognized the people running up as members of the resistance against the Raiden Shogun. He pitied their efforts. Very few of the resistance members had Visions—mostly due to the Vision Hunt Decree. Of course, Scaramouche had helped with the distribution of Delusions, but the resistance had caught on about the negative effects of Delusions. So now, of all the people running up to the traveller, only two had a Vision. One odd, dog-looking person with a geo vision, and...
And...
Scaramouche's eyes gazed upon a man around his own height, an anemo vision shining brightly behind his shoulder. His beautiful, creamy-white hair with a red streak dampened by the rain. His autumn-colored outfit that matched him so perfectly. His beautiful, gentle red eyes that matched the color in his hair. This alluring, beautiful man... also shared a dislike for the Raiden Shogun.
Scaramouche shook his head. What am I thinking? I should just go—
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw out of the corner of his eye: the Raiden Shogun appearing behind the traveller. About to strike. His eyes quickly turned to the man he was staring at before, as everything seemed to play out in slow motion. A masterless Vision that Scaramouche hadn't noticed before... it crackled and started to glow a bright, electro-purple.
Scaramouche would've thought it was a Delusion. He had witnessed Childe use a Vision and Delusion at the same time before, so he knew it was possible. But this electro Vision didn't look like a Delusion: it bore the symbol of Electro. It was a real Vision. As real as the anemo Vision glowing right beside it.
But... but there's no way...
At a speed faster than the stormy wind itself, he closed the distance between himself and the Raiden Shogun. Between the traveller and the Shogun. Completely negating the attack. Blocking the famed Musou no Hitotachi.
The only way Scaramouche could feel more utter bliss in this moment, is if he himself were the one being saved.
He wasn't sure what else happened after that. He collapsed onto the ground, pulling his hands over his mouth to prevent his laughs from reaching those people's ears. He started shaking and writhing on the ground, feeling like he had just experienced the greatest pleasure in the world. His mouth was twisted into a wide grin, his eyes wide and twitching. He almost felt drool fall from his mouth.
Most of all, he felt a strong burning sensation on his face, one he had never experienced before. He was actually blushing.
He's... he's so perfect.
Everything...
He used two Visions at the same time...
He used that power to fight that stupid Shogun.
He used that power to protect that traveller... who should've been me, but whatever...
If he were mine, he could protect me all the time...
I could protect him.
And oh...
Oh...
Oh, he's so pretty...
I need him.
The only other time he had ever seen someone withstand that attack was the traveller. But that traveller isn't as pretty as him. That traveller didn't make Scaramouche want to leave everything else behind and marry—
What... what is wrong with me?
Why am I so obsessed?
He casted aside his doubtful thoughts. There was no reason why he shouldn't be obsessed. He's so perfect... if anything, everyone else should also be obsessed with him.
What if they are?
What if other people also want him all to themselves?
What if he's already dating someone else?
That just won't do.
Scaramouche got up from the ground. That pretty boy and his friends were gone now. Scaramouche searched the island, eventually finding the boy in Ritou Island, close to the harbor.
He isn't leaving, is he? It doesn't matter. I don't want to stick around Inazuma for very long either. Maybe he can go with me.
Scaramouche watched him from afar, and when he started to walk away, Scaramouche walked with him. He was in a busy area, so Scaramouche knew he couldn't talk to him yet. Soon, the people surrounding him left, leaving him alone, giving Scaramouche the perfect opportunity to walk up and introduce himself. The boy noticed Scaramouche's footsteps, turning to face him, his beautiful eyes finally looking right at him.
Scaramouche smiled, bringing himself to talk in a happy, friendly tone rather than the irritated one he usually bore, "Hello! My name is Scara—" He stopped himself, suddenly remembering he couldn't exactly go around introducing himself as the Sixth Fatui Harbringer.
But the angel standing before him didn't seem to recognize him or his name.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Scara. My name is Kaedehara Kazuha. Do you need my assistance?"
Kaedehara... something about that surname seemed familiar. Scaramouche didn't pay it any mind. All he could focus on was his beautiful angel's eyes that looked right at him, his soft lips that Scaramouche could finally see up close...
Kazuha. So that's the name of my love.
"Your... your assistance?" Scaramouche's bottom lip quivered. His love was asking if he needed help. How thoughtful of him... so, so thoughtful...
"Yes. Unless, you just wanted to talk?"
"Mmm... yeah, just... I just want to talk," Scaramouche's words slurred, becoming dizzy from all the emotions he felt. "You're really pretty."
"Oh, thank you! I think that you're pretty as well."
He... he called me pretty... heh...
He must love me, too.
Perfect.
Kazuha's pretty hair was tossed about by the wind. Scaramouche noticed that his love had a ponytail, too.
I just want to pull on it while he's moaning my name and I'm pounding into his—
No, no... I have to control myself. I have to be patient. Thinking these things will only make me more impatient.
"Kazuha... I want to show you something. Could you follow me?"
"Oh, sure. What is it?"
"It's... a surprise."
Kazuha seemed a bit skeptical, but followed Scaramouche nonetheless. But there was nothing for Kazuha to be afraid of. It was only natural for him to feel that way when a stranger approaches him like this, but Scaramouche didn't have any bad intentions. He only wanted to be alone with his lover, away from any prying eyes. Away from anyone that might stare at them, wanting to rip Kazuha away from Scaramouche.
But he won't let that happen.
Scaramouche stopped, and Kazuha did as well. This location was good enough. Not a single person in sight to notice them. Scaramouche wanted to hold Kazuha's hand, but he knew he couldn't do that yet. Kazuha didn't know that he was Scaramouche's boyfriend yet.
"Kazuha... I have a question to ask you."
"What is it?"
Scaramouche felt his face heat up again. He couldn't help blushing when his beautiful lover stood right in front of him. All alone. Scaramouche was free to stare at him, touch him... however he pleased, and no one else could.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
Scaramouche knew that they would date. He wanted Kazuha, and he always got what he wanted. He just wanted to hear Kazuha say how much he wants to be his boyfriend.
"Yes! Of course I do, I love you so much. I want to be with you forever. I promise to never abandon or betray you."
"I knew that you would say that. I knew you loved me as much as I love you. Of course... of course you do, because you're mine. Who else would you love? Come here, kiss me."
Kazuha didn't move, staring at Scaramouche. He seemed confused... but why would he be confused? We both love each other, so why won't he just kiss me already?
"You're shy, aren't you? That's alright. I can make the first move, I don't mind. Anything for my sweet angel."
Scaramouche moved to kiss him, but his poor love seemed disoriented, taking steps away from him. Maybe he was still in shock from meeting the love of his life. Scaramouche understood, he himself had been stunned when he first saw Kazuha. Scaramouche gripped onto Kazuha's wrist to keep him still and prevent him from falling or accidentally walking away.
He gently pressed Kazuha against the rock, kissing his soft lips and pushing their bodies close together. He felt Kazuha's hot breath, urging him to keep going. He slipped his tongue inside his lover's mouth, intertwining their tongues. Scaramouche felt Kazuha's hands pushing him, almost pushing Scaramouche off of him.
What is he doing? He must be trying to touch me... aww, he's so needy... wanting so desperately to touch more of me... but he's so strong, he doesn't realize that he's accidentally pushing me away.
Scaramouche pushed harder against Kazuha to prevent him from being pushed away. Since Kazuha clearly was eager for more, Scaramouche started removing his shirt. He noticed Kazuha squirming, and he pressed down on him harder.
"I know you're excited, but just let me take my clothes off, okay? I know you probably want to rip them off of me but you have to be patient."
Kazuha started whimpering, and Scaramouche felt bad for making him wait so long. But now, Scaramouche was fully naked—he just needed to remove Kazuha's clothing, too. His clothes beautifully accentuated his body, but they also hid so many parts of it. Parts that Scaramouche wanted access to. Kazuha was getting even more squirmy now that his clothes were being taken off. He kept shoving and kicking Scaramouche, no doubt wanting to just throw himself onto Scaramouche and kiss every part of his body.
Finally, both were completely naked. Scaramouche gripped onto his angel's limp cock, stroking it to get him even more aroused than he already undoubtedly is. Sure enough, his dick soon sprang to life, hardening in Scaramouche's hand. Kazuha was still squirming, desperate to touch his lover's body. To Scaramouche's confusion, Kazuha seemed to be trying to suppress his moans.
Is he embarrassed? He shouldn't be, his moaning only makes me want him even more.
Scaramouche didn't even need to jerk his own, he was already hard the moment he laid eyes upon his beautiful lover. He stopped rubbing Kazuha's dick when he noticed that his lover was starting to cry. Had he done something wrong? Did he accidentally hurt him?
No, no... he's just crying because I'm teasing him too much. He just wants me to fuck him already.
Wishing to soothe his lover, he laid Kazuha down on his back on the ground. He struggled to hold Kazuha down as he was still kicking and shoving. Scaramouche loved how desperate his lover was for more of his touch, so much that he kept trying to get up when Scaramouche held him down. Suddenly, he felt a burst of anemo hit him in the face. He was knocked to the ground, and Kazuha stood up. Scaramouche quickly stood back up, watching Kazuha stumble and try to run away.
No, he's not running... he's just disoriented and going the wrong direction... he's so overwhelmed by his love for me... he's so cute.
He ran after Kazuha, quickly catching up and shoving him back to the ground. He felt bad for being so rough to his angel, but if he didn't, he would accidentally run away again. Besides, maybe Kazuha liked him being rough. Scaramouche pried open his lover's legs that he was holding shut for some reason, then moved a finger into his hole. He massaged his insides gently. His hole was tight, and Scaramouche adored that he might just be Kazuha's first. Of course, holes tighten back up over time after sex, but Scaramouche preferred to go with the thought that his lover had never loved anyone else before him.
Scaramouche stuck a second finger in, loosening his hole. Kazuha moaned at the second insertion, turning Scaramouche on even more. Kazuha kept whining, tears streaming down his face.
"Shh, don't worry, love. I'll put it in soon, okay? I just need to open your hole up more."
Kazuha seemed to only get more anxious at his words, squirming around and trying to get free from Scaramouche's grip. Scaramouche's moved his fingers around until he was finally satisfied. He used his fingers to hold it open and shoved his dick in, knowing how desperate Kazuha was for it. Scaramouche held Kazuha's legs up and apart, holding his wrists at the same time. He thrusted hard and fast, enjoying every loud moan that Kazuha made when his dick hit his prostate.
Still, despite the pleasure he now felt, Kazuha wouldn't stop crying. Scaramouche assumed that it was probably painful because he wasn't used to it. But that's okay. He'll get more used to it over time. Kazuha's pre-come soaked dick spurted out cum, covering his own body with it. Scaramouche picked up his pace, Kazuha's orgasm exciting him. He finished inside of Kazuha, filling him up with cum. After a few more thrusts, Scaramouche pulled his cock out. He let go of Kazuha, letting his pretty angel collapse onto the ground.
"That was so much fun, my love," Scaramouche said, leaning in to kiss Kazuha on the cheek. "I love you."
Kazuha curled up in the fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably. Scaramouche rubbed his back soothingly, and for the first time, Kazuha didn't try to fight him. Scaramouche put both of their clothes back on, but Kazuha refused to even look at him.
Why is he still crying? Hmm... maybe his hole still hurts. He probably can't even walk. How adorable... I'll just have to carry him.
Scaramouche pried Kazuha's hands from the ground, picking him up and lifting him over his shoulder. They were around the same size, so he was difficult to carry. Luckily, there should be a place where they can stay nearby.
"Don't worry, Kazuha, I'll bring us somewhere so that you can go to sleep. Then, we can... live together," Scaramouche kept rambling on as he carried Kazuha away. "Eventually, we'll get married, and maybe we could adopt kids or pets."
Scaramouche imagined their perfect future together, explaining it all out loud to Kazuha. His sweet, pretty boyfriend. Kazuha's crying had stopped, but it also seemed that he had fallen asleep. Scaramouche laid him down in bed, wiping his tears from his beautiful face. Scaramouche laid down next to him, holding him close and cuddling him. He buried his face into Kazuha's nape, taking in his lovely scent.
Mine.