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Varka…was homesick.
He had not been home to Mondstadt in over five years. The expedition was for a good cause—saving Nod-Krai ultimately saved Mondstadt in turn, restored the true moon, and he got to learn more about his predecessors…but he wanted to go home.
And it finally seemed like he was going to. As operations winded down in Nod-Krai and their base became more permanent to keep up with the Northern Intelligent Network as well as assist with the remaining Wild Hunt strongholds, his presence was needed less and less.
So he stole a few moments for himself. He never went far—usually behind a small outcropping that hid enough of his massive figure, but close enough to be there in a moment’s notice if his knights needed him.
The Windwheel Asters and brews they received in the latest care package from Mondstadt had brightened everyone’s spirits. He had called for a night of celebration for that evening, inwardly lamenting that he would be the sober knight on duty.
Any other day he didn’t mind it, but with so many of the expedition’s forces already on its way back to Mondstadt, he found himself wishing he could partake in the finest of Dandelion Wine.
But he wouldn’t. Varka was a man of his word, and he had to keep an eye out in case of any sneak attacks by Treasure Hoarders or lingering Wild Hunt.
And so he secluded himself in his ‘perch’ high above the festivities in a pine tree. It was something he was used to doing at home—it allowed him to see his knights and any approaching threat, as well as feel the wind on his face and exposed arm.
But the cold winds of Nod-Krai paled in comparison to Barbatos’ gentle, soothing winds. Always the perfect temperature and often carrying the teasing lilt of said archon’s voice upon the wind, or whispering to him things he should turn his attention to.
…he missed Barbatos.
The thought of the archon’s…parting farewell to him surfaced often–Barbatos’ salacious moans and actions existed on perpetual repeat in his mind for literal years now. Anemo Archon above, he missed Barbatos so much.
He had been so busy helping the Traveler, dealing with the Wild Hunt, and helping Nod-Krai rebuild the past several months that he hadn’t had a…‘session’ with Barbatos in literal weeks now.
His fingers itched for the Dodoco Communication device Alice had gifted him. Barbatos had indulged him in…engaging conversation in a rare off-duty night. He had found a secluded place, the tiny communication device pressed against his ear while his hand—.
He cleared his throat. Now was not the time to sport an erection in honor of that passionate night.
Varka grumbled to himself, knocking himself once on the head. “Snap out of it, Varka,” he chastised himself. “Just one more month and you’ll be home.”
And yet, the prospect of waiting another month to see his beloved homeland and his undercover archon made the Grandmaster groan in frustration. Usually he let off some excess steam in the heat of battle, but there hadn’t been any particularly difficult battles ever since the one against Dottore.
“Barbatos, give me strength,” he whispered without thinking, taking a swig of his Apple Cider.
Dodo. Dodo. Dodoco!
Varka choked on his cider, the liquid leaving an unpleasant burn in his throat as he fought to swallow the liquid and pull out the communication device. Of course, it fumbled in midair and he had to scramble to grab it before it fell and stopped ringing.
“Grandmas—” he turned away, coughing into his hand away from the mic as the cider continued to burn his throat. “G-Grandmaster Varka.”
“Aw, so formal with me, dear Grandmaster~”
Varka knew that teasing voice anywhere. “B-Barbatos?” he whispered, subconsciously moving the communication device even closer to his ear. “What’s going on, has something happened—”
“Relax, Varka. All is well in Mondstadt,” Barbatos reassured gently, allowing the Grandmaster to sigh in relief. “Though the wind tells me that you’re troubled and I can see that it’s right. You isolated yourself from your knights today, hm?”
He looked down at his shining Vision, the wind caressing his cheek as if it were his god’s hand. “Someone has to stay sober in case there’s an attack. It was merely my turn in the rotation,” he deflected gently.
“Varka, you invoked my name,” Barbatos reminded him. “You know I always listen to those that call my name. I can sense there’s more going on.”
The Grandmaster thumped his head back against the bark of the tree. He didn’t really want Barbatos to worry over him, after all, his job was done and they were in the homestretch, but hearing his voice made that feeling of homesickness bubble up inside him.
“I miss Mondstadt,” Varka confessed quietly. “And I miss you.”
Barbatos cooed into the communication device, but it wasn’t in a teasing manner—it was one of empathy, understanding. “I’ve missed you too, Varka. Mondstadt too misses its Grandmaster.” He heard Barbatos shift on the other side of the line, likely getting more comfortable. “How long until you return?”
“Hopefully another month or two at most.” Varka sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Seamus and a majority of the knights should be back any day now and relay the message to Jean, but we wanted to make sure everything was buttoned up nicely in Nod-Krai before I left.”
Barbatos likely knew all of this already due to his connection to the winds, but Varka knew he often preferred to hear things straight from the source. “The end is in sight, my dear Grandmaster. I’ve heard tales from the Traveler and the Thousand Winds of your feats, though I eagerly await to hear you recount them in person.” It was quiet for a moment, neither speaking before the archon added: “I’m so proud of you, Varka. I’m sorry it took so long…but know that I also can’t wait to have you in my arms again.”
Varka felt a blush stain his cheeks. Barbatos enjoyed teasing him on many occasions, but the genuine longing in his archon’s voice made his breath hitch. “I gave you my word as Grandmaster that we would thwart whatever threat laid in Nod-Krai, and I never break my word.”
“Neither do I, Grandmaster,” Barbatos replied equally. “I hope you remember your promise to me?”
Varka gave a nervous laugh. “Aha, you’ll have to specify which one. I already told you where the wine was—”
“About what you’ll do to me upon your return,” Barbatos cut him off swiftly, and Varka heard more rustling on the other end. “How you promised to…to…please me in other ways.”
The gentle sighed breaths coming through the orb’s mic made Varka’s dick stir. “Barbatos, are you—”
“Y-yeah,” he replied, and oh, how wanton Barbatos sounded. “I told you I missed you.”
…looks like they were having ‘phone sex’ again today.
“I-I remember my promise,” Varka answered, thinking about how he vowed to make love to his archon upon his return—said god looked at him at the time with what could only be considered a downright feral and lust-filled grin. “But something tells me you don’t want to wait until then.”
Barbatos gave an airy giggle. “Guilty.”
“Where are you?” Varka asked. “Tell me what you’re doing—what you’re wearing.”
“Your home,” Venti sighed out, the wet-sounding noises in the background becoming more pronounced. “In that plush chair of yours by the hearth with your spare cape around my shoulders.”
“Barbatos,” Varka groaned. He could imagine it perfectly, how the little god perched himself on his massive, custom ordered chair because most chairs in Mondstadt were too small for him. “What made you choose there?”
It was silent for a moment, then, a quiet reply. “It’s one of the few things that still smells like you.”
Oh, now that was just an arrow right to his heart.
“...huh,” he replied eloquently. “And my cape?”
Barbatos gave a quiet noise of frustration. “Believe it or not, even the wind likes to be grounded temporarily every now and again. If I can’t have you here with me….”
The weight of your cape is the next best thing, is what remains unsaid.
Barbatos’ voice alone is enough for Varka to shift uncomfortably on his perch, but the thought of his archon semi-undressed with his cape around him…oh, his cock was positively aching.
“Barbatos, you make me want to….”
“Make you what, Grandmaster?” came that teasing lilt again. “You know you can. Or…are you waiting for me to guide you?”
Varka made a keening noise into the mic.
“Oh, you do want me to guide you today.” Barbatos giggled. “You really do miss me~!”
“O-of course I do,” Varka grunted out, still refusing to touch himself. “And yes, maybe I am a bit…pent up.”
“Don’t worry Varka,” Barbatos whispered salaciously into the mic. “I’ll take good care of you like always. Now, let me see what I’m working with today.” There was a brief pause in the god’s words, then, Varka felt the familiar and comforting sensation of Barbatos’ wind across his cheek. “Oh, there you are. I see you so well. Did you pick a spot so high up just for me to find you easier?”
“N-not specifically. Just…want to keep an eye on everyone.”
“Such a good knight you are,” Barbatos praised, and it went straight to Varka’s dick. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out for the knights and you, my Grandmaster.”
Varka always liked it when Barbatos called him that. Perhaps it was a bit…blasphemous of him to desire it since his archon was considered the God of Freedom, but the dirty part of his mind reveled in the fact it was something reserved just for him.
“T-thanks, Barbatos.” He shifted his position slightly—spreading his legs a bit wider due to his…’third claymore’ Barbatos so eloquently called it—as his crotch became tighter.
“Of course, of course,” the god replied easily. “Though I never did tell you what exactly I was doing to myself, now did I?”
Varka swallowed. “N-no, I suppose not….”
The squelching noise grew louder and Barbatos’ gentle sighs along with it. “I took my shorts off and my cape, but I left my shirt, corset, and leggings on. I know you like how they emphasize my figure.”
Varka licked his lips. He wanted to touch himself—just a bit to take off the edge—but he had to wait for his archon’s words. He was a faithful knight of Lord Barbatos for a reason. “I-I do, but the squelching is…?”
“Oh,” Barbatos giggled. “I slipped a hand in play with myself while we were talking—under my tights, of course. I haven’t touched my cock yet if that’s what you’re wondering.” There was another sigh. “My hands are a lot smaller than yours…but I guess it’ll have to do until you return home.”
“How many fingers?” Varka pressed, resisting the urge to cant his hips up into the air.
“Mmm, three.” Barbatos gave a sharp intake of breath. “Archons, I can barely take three of my own fingers…. How will I ever take your fingers? Let alone your cock?”
“Barbatos,” Varka moaned. “Please, can I touch myself?”
“Oh, allow me, Grandmaster~”
The wind coiled around his crotch, undoing the zipper of his pants and pushing them and his underwear down enough to expose his weeping cock. Varka hissed at the sensation, and he could swear he felt the wind ghost a kiss against the crown of his dick.
“Look at you,” his god whispered. “Already so eager and ready to fuck me. Shame we have to wait a bit longer for the real thing, hm?”
“Barbatos, have mercy.” Varka didn’t know if he meant to say it toward his archon or the expression merely slipped out, but it didn’t stop the deep moan that rumbled through his frame as the wind coiled around his shaft.
“I don’t think you want me to have mercy. I think you want me to have fun with you. Isn’t that right, Sir Varka?”
Varka closed his eyes, his attention split between his archon’s soothing voice and the phantom sensations engulfing his cock. “I…I,” he babbled, unable to form a coherent thought.
“F-four fingers now,” Barbatos whispered, his voice occasionally broken up by tiny ‘ah~’ every few seconds. “Still pales in comparison to you, though.”
Varka exhaled heavily. “Y-you’re driving me c-crazy,” he grunted out, weakly thrusting his cock into the wind. “Please, Barbatos.”
“So eager today~” Barbatos teased. “It’s okay, I am too. Place your hand around your cock, Grandmaster. I know my hands are a lot smaller than yours…but imagine I’m there with you. Surely you feel my wind, no?”
“I-I do,” Varka affirmed, taking his cock in hand and slowly stroking it. “How fast?”
“This is good for now. Ooh~! It’s been so long, I feel so tight on the inside.” The wet noises from Barbatos’ side intensified. “What I’d give for you to bend me over again and have your wicked way with me. I miss you jerking me off in time with your thrusts….”
As much as Varka wanted to speed up his motions, he listened to Barbatos and maintained his slow, agonizing speed. “You make such p-pretty sounds when I push in too, but I’d want to take that pretty cock of yours in my mouth first.”
Barbatos inhaled sharply. “W-why’s that?”
“A true knight always makes sure his partner is well-prepared before sex.” Varka grunted out, closing his eyes and imagining it was the tiny god stroking him. “I want you to cum at least twice before I even think of pushing in.”
“S-such a gentleman you are,” Barbatos murmured. “But what if I don’t want that? What if I want it…rough?”
“R-rough?” Varka parroted.
“Y-yeah,” Barbatos whispered. “When you left, I begged for a pleasant ache to remember you by…now I want another to remind me you’re home.”
Varka unintentionally squeezed his cock, imagining the sight of Barbatos spread before him, lube dripping from his rear entrance and a rare, bashful expression on his face. His god didn’t want slow, passionate sex, he wanted to be ruined.
And every ounce of Varka knightly training protested the thought, but his dick gave a traitorous twitch and spewed more precum down his shaft. “Barbatos….”
“Please, Varka?” His archon begged. “Won’t you fuck me so hard I limp for days after?”
“I—”
“We’ve been apart for so long,” Barbatos continued. “I want to see my lovely Grandmaster unravel before my eyes.”
“Haaa,” Varka grunted, blush creeping down to his chest and making him so hot under all his armor. “Barbatos….”
“Faster, now.” The wind ghosted his hand, encouraging him to stroke himself more quickly. “M-my wind is an echo of my own hand on myself. I’m afraid that I too am succumbing to my desire to have you close….”
Varka felt the wind on his hand intensify, the tempo gradually accelerating. “D-do you really want that?” he asked. “For me to do that to you?”
Varka listened as Barbatos panted into the mic. “O-of course I mean it!” Barbatos cried indignantly. “While I admire that knightly charisma of yours, I do want to see you truly break free and fuck me with every ounce of strength your possess.”
For a god revered for his exquisite vocabulary, Barbatos sure had a dirty mouth on him. “T-then it’s a promise,” Varka decreed. “When I return, I’ll give you exactly what you crave, Barbatos.”
He heard the god gasp. Then, the pressure of the wind on his hand grew firmer. “Archons, yes! I’ve been trying to wear you down for years!” Varka sighed as the coil in his belly grew tighter and tighter—he was close. “It’s a promise and you have to keep it,” the archon added hastily.
“I-I never go back on my word, you know that.” He shivered. “Barbatos, I’m close.”
“M-me too,” Barbatos whispered. “Come with me Varka. Oh, oh, oh~!”
Varka threw his head back and covered his mouth with his free hand, biting on his knuckles to muffle the sound of his loud, debauched moaning. His hips jerked into the air as Barbatos’ winds continued to phantom jerk him off, his own hand frozen from the overwhelming pleasure.
After a few moments, he collapsed back against the back of the tree, breathing deeply. He heard Barbatos doing the same through the communication device.
“That was…” he huffed, searching for the right words. “Just what we both needed.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Barbatos replied breathlessly, and Varka watched as the wind swept his cum away, tucking him neatly back into his pants as if nothing had ever happened. “Though I hope you don’t mind me continuing to borrow your abode and cape for the foreseeable future.”
“What’s mine is yours, you know that.” Varka chuckled, shaking his head. “But really…thank you Barbatos. Sorry that I was a little emotional earlier….”
“Don’t apologize for that, you silly knight,” Barbatos chastised gently. “If I were away from Mondstadt for years, I’d be homesick too. Like I said earlier, both myself and all of Mondstadt miss its Grandmaster dearly.”
Varka felt a warmth in his chest at his god’s words, a small, reassured smile on his lips. “Aha, we’ll have to have a big celebration when we return! Perhaps Diluc will even donate some Dandelion Wine for the occasion—he’s been generous in sending some barrels to Nod-Krai.”
“I’ll see what I can do to convince him, though I don’t think I’ll need to.” He heard Barbatos shuffle, the crackling of the hearth growing louder. “He’s made a lot of progress in your absence—many others too.”
Varka hummed. “I’m glad to hear it.”
They basked in the silence for a moment before Barbatos spoke up again. “One of the knights is looking for you,” the god said through a yawn. “Something about cracking open another barrel?”
Varka sighed. “Ugh, that’s for tomorrow. I haven’t had a sip of Dandelion Wine in weeks! There’s more than enough to go around tonight....”
The archon hummed. “No rest for the Grandmaster, hm?”
“Evidently. Guess I better get going.” Varka wanted to do anything but that, but he didn’t want the knights to grow suspicious of what he was up to. “Thanks again, Barbatos. I’ll be seeing you before you know it.”
“I’ll see you soon, Varka,” Barbatos said. “May the winds bless your journey home.”
He made a kissing noise toward the device, pleased when he heard Barbatos return the gesture. “I’ll return to you as swiftly as I can, my archon.”
Varka could feel the god’s genuine smile through the communication device. “I know, my Grandmaster.”