eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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[Ah... it's so perfect. A hand pulls his tail taut and up, and Zhongli practically buries his face in turn. He couldn't resist this if he wanted to now.]

Mnh... haah... ah-♡ s-so good... you'll split me open like this...♡

[Every squelch and slap of hips is addictive, his hole seemingly designed to swallow every inch in pure greed. Maybe it is, he thinks. He's certainly not inclined to think otherwise as the Renan fucks into him so enthusiastically, menacing his tail at his own request. The words are a little unlike him normally, but instinct is a hell of a thing.]

Fuck... [pressed into the bed like this, he can't even get a hand down to grasp his own cock, dripping as it is. In turn, his voice is slurred, all the eloquence and strength filtered out of he tone.] Haah... your cock is so— thick—♡ fill me up... please... Dohalim...

[He's absolutely forgotten everything about where they are and why they should be even a little quiet. As his orgasm draws near and the need to be filled up becomes impossible to ignore, his rumbling growls become plaintive and trembling. Hips shift and squirm to take as much of the redhead's cock as deeply as he can, muscles squeezing as if to coax him into orgasm.]

[it should be a little concerning, hearing Zhongli like this, but if Dohalim were to be honest with himself, it's a tone he's quite enjoying hearing. the sheer desperation in his voice with the pleas for more... even he can't keep himself quiet anymore. Zhongli's name slips from his lips, mingled with moans every time he pushes into that tight heat. to think that he's able to satisfy a god in such a way...]

If... If only you could see y-yourself...

[the deity is a sight to behold, back arched and hips pulled up as his tail is pulled taut, ass presented to him as he continues to thrust into him. maybe, if he pulls his tail, he can get a certain angle to reach his prostate...

he's not sure how close Zhongli is, but he himself can feel himself inching close to his own climax. his pace is hard, but even for now, but Dohalim is sure he'll lose that soon. he can already feel his own lust taking over completely, wanting to covet all of the deity under him, wanting to see him brought to ruin. this phenomenal god, reduced to such a mess.

Dohalim isn't sure exactly what comes over him as he leans down to run his tongue up the underside of it before giving it a sharp nip. he knows now how much of an erogenous area it is, but he wonders... it's a little bit of an awkward angle now, but he wants to see that reaction]

[It's not improbable that he's managed to find the deity's prostate at least once or twice; he's honestly so reactive in his need right now that it's hard to tell one jolt from the next. He has no complaints about that, enduring every second and enjoying it just the same. Dohalim's voice is addictive to hear, too.]

Haah... ah... do you... like it...?

[He barely manages the words between the litany of moans and begging, fingers curled tight in the sheets. Ah, he's so close, but he's still trying to hold back. Zhongli can't help it - it's selfish but he wants to cum with the Renan and not a second before.

There's only so much concentration left though. And as the redhead leans down and runs his tongue along the underside of his tail, sickly gives an alarmed noise, cheeks lighting up even more.]

Wait— not—

[Dohalim nips there and the sound Zhongli makes is disgustingly lewd. It's almost as good as those moments when Dohalim does nail his prostate; his whole body practically seizes up, clenching around the other man's cock and trembling in his need. Burying his face, the deity exhales a whining moan.]

That's not— fair— D-Dohalim, please—

[Ah, if he keeps that up for very long, there's no way he's going to hold back. The tugs are bad enough, but the heat of his tongue and the scrape of teeth along smooth scales...]

I-I love it... almost as much as I love you...

[Dohalim pauses for a moment as the words register in his mind for a second slightly surprised that he let them slip; not outright speaking on his feelings in such a way does catch him off guard when he does say it, but he doesn't dwell on it. he'll tuck it away, along with other things he'll ponder on later, when he's in a clear enough mind to think on them.

however, what's even more surprising is seeing how strong of a reaction that has gotten him, before grinning softly against Zhongli's tail. there's something in him, perhaps a little impulsive, but he digs his thumb into the spot he'd just nipped on, as he slows his thrusts down to a roll of his hips]

Would you rather I slowed down like this, then...?

[it might be a little mean, but Dohalim can't help but tease the deity a little. he's just so... cute, being so desperate like this. sure, they should finish up soon, judging by how much more sunlight is starting to filter through the windows, but he wants to watch Zhongli squirm just a little bit]

[He makes a soft noise when Dohalim speaks those words; it's something they've spoken of in fewer words before, but to hear them now is... he can't put words to how wonderful it is. Of course, he also just struggling to put his thoughts together in the first place.]

Ah...! I didn't— n-no—

[His moans absolutely don't soften with the slowed pace, but they do deepen. Muscles shift and flex in his spine as Dohalim digs his thumb into that spot, and as the redhead grinds into him, Zhongli presses back into it.]

Dohalim... [Oh, that's such an indignant whine.] I want... to cum when you're done, not—

[but it's clear that he could be made to cum like this. There's a small pool of precum between his legs, too, something that should be a little embarrassing really. Nothing is, though. Not when he's lost in the throes of passion and want, let alone when he's been driven to this state.]

Haah... mmn... please... I can't take much more...

Mm... I suppose I can be a little merciful...

[leaning forward, Dohalim slides his free hand up Zhongli's back to thread through the deity's hair before letting his hand continue past his shoulder and up his arm. as he presses himself flush against the other's back, his hand grasps for Zhongli's, fingers intertwining with each other and giving his hand a squeeze. only then, does Dohalim pick up the pace again, skin slapping skin sharply as he fucks the deity hard.

his hand grasping the tail shifts upward, still tugging at it sharply. but he brings the more tapered end to his lips as he presses a kiss to it, before nipping at it lightly. who knew that it would elicit such a reaction...

he can feel himself getting close now, the tautness in his own belly being pulled like a rubber band. he wonders how much longer Zhongli could last, considering that he'd been waiting a lot longer than he has. Dohalim's actually quite surprised he hasn't cum as soon as he started moving, if he were honest]

I... Almost... Are you ready...

[it's probably only that he's Zhongli that he lasted at all. admittedly, it wasn't easy - particularly when Dohalim really got going before. the weight of him shifting over the deity almost does it again now, fingers trembling as they lace with Dohalim's. then, as Dohalim's pace picks up again, he's left whining and gasping, groaning into the bed as hips slap together again.

there's an attempt to say something when that hand shifts, still tugging at his tail as it is, but he can't consistently form words in that moment. the tapered end is a little less sensitive than the thicker base, but the nip still makes him shiver. if Dohalim thinks on it later, he might recognise other times when its sensitivity might have been notable, but... well, it doesn't really matter.

he's already just hoping Dohalim is close; surely he has to be, right? even if he's not as tight as the renan had been for him, it's been a good few moments, after all...]

Nnh... haah... please, hurry... I can't-

[is he ready? surely, that's not a question he really needs to ask--]

[he just wants to make sure! but also give hint that he's close too, that Zhongli won't have to wait too much longer. finally letting go of his tail, Dohalim wraps his other arm around Zhongli's shoulder and collar as he presses himself close, burying his face in the deity's neck. his movements are more erratic, now, as he fucks his lover harder and deeper, trying to reach into that heat as much as he can. he still feels so good around his cock, so hot, that he can't get enough of it. for all that he'd laid in bed with others in the past, no one had ever felt this good.

his orgasm comes to him like a crashing wave. his back stiffens as he presses in deep, moaning out Zhongli's name in his ear as he cums hard, leaving him lightheaded and trembling; it's almost as good as when Zhongli fucked him. the hand still gripping onto the other's tightens its hold even more as he lets out another moan when Zhongli eventually cums himself, feeling the tight walls spasm against his sensitive cock.

Dohalim hadn't expected to wake up like this, and while they should have been a little quieter, and perhaps done a less strenuous activity so early in the morning, he doesn't regret it one bit. in fact, if they were to do this, wake up like this again, he finds he doesn't mind too much. just as long as Zhongli's okay with it...

as the waves of his orgasm finally ebb, he slumps down against Zhongli, too drowsy to move just yet. his breathing is heavy against the deity's neck, and his grip on his hand loosens just a little bit. he'll move... eventually. but he's comfortable here, right now]

[despite everything that's happened, there's something terribly alluring about the way Dohalim holds him. from the pressure of his weight over top of him to the curve of an arm around shoulder and clavicle... ah, it's so good. and while he does thoroughly enjoy fucking the redhead in just this way, this is definitely just as nice.

Zhongli doesn't last a second past the first burst of heat pouring inside him; he can do little more than keen the redhead's name as he's pressed in deep, body squeezing down on his cock. their fingers twine and squeeze tightly enough that it almost aches, but it's fine. it's fine...

perhaps interestingly to Dohalim, his orgasm isn't nearly as much a mess as their previous intimacy would suggest; it seems that's something, somehow, that's reserved for the renan only. it's still a lot though, building into a pool at his hips and waist. that... will bother him later, but for right now, it's fine. pleasant, even.

the other slumps and Zhongli follows somewhat. he may not need as much rest as the other, but everything is hypersensitive in the wake of their orgasms. it's much easier just to lie here and enjoy the afterglow, listening to the other breathe. his tail shifts a little, partly to test the sensitivity of it (very, he finds) and partly to just rest it more comfortably against the redhead.]

Nnh... haah... fuck.

[it's inelegant as anything, but Zhongli thinks it suits the situation right now. he even exhales an almost giddy little laugh as his eyes close.]

[Dohalim hums softly, gently nuzzling at Zhongli's neck. in the back of his mind, he knows they should get cleaned up lest someone come knocking at the door, but honestly, he couldn't give a damn at this moment. at least it's not as much of a mess like before (Dohalim has to wonder if Zhongli has a way of controlling that). everything is so warm and wonderful, and for a beat, it's as if none of his worries exist. there's a comfortable silence that settles over them as his breathing starts to level]

Mm... Was it good...

[in the back of his mind, Dohalim is sure it was. but, he supposes, there's a part of him that seeks that validation, to know what exactly Zhongli thought about it. or maybe he just wants to hear the praise, to be told he did good...

the Renan shifts his arm a little, sliding it back enough so he can brush his hand through the silky tresses of Zhongli's hair. it's incredible how soft it is, even after sleep and a romp, and it's just one more thing he adores about this god]

Good... might be a significant understatement.

[Zhongli chuckles again, shifting slightly now that they've come down a little bit. when he considers, he does feel almost "tired," a sensation he likens to contentment really.]

It's good to feel what you wanted, too. [instead of just Umbra, or even himself. sighing softly as fingers brush through his hair, the deity shifts to slowly free his arms, at least enough to rest his head on them comfortably.] I hope it wasn't... too exhausting.

[Dohalim shakes his head slightly, before resting his chin on Zhongli's shoulder. sure, he's a little tired, but it comes with the territory of doing something... strenuous. and it's a good sort of tired, mixed in with contentment and warmth. honestly, mess and responsibilities aside, if Dohalim were allowed it, he would lay like this with the deity for as long as the other is comfortable.

but now that his head is clearer and not in a lusty haze, he does think back on the thoughts that were put on the backburner. mainly, how did they get in this position in the first place? he certainly doesn't remember instigating it at all, nor does he remember waking up in the middle of the night. so how...]

A question... How did I... How did we...

[Dohalim realises now that asking such a question is a little embarrassing. how can he eloquently ask Zhongli "how did my cock end up in your ass"?]

Ah. I'm not... entirely sure what caused it, but after you finished your tea and we settled into bed, you were... quite insistent on being as close as possible.

[now, he does shift to see Dohalim a little better, his other hand reaching to brush the backs of his fingers along his jaw.]

Apparently, I am... ah... very weak to having my tail tugged. [he doesn't elaborate to just how badly it works him up when he's not already being fucked, so that's up to Dohalim's imagination.] At some point, you did, and I found myself following your lead to whatever you wanted. I didn't want to wake you, and well... I can hardly claim to have minded, particularly after you pinned me to the bed and settled.

It was interesting to see you so mobile in your sleep, considering our norm.

[if Zhongli can see it, he'll notice in the dim light just how red Dohalim's cheeks are, as he hides his face in his shoulder. ah, he had noticed how sensitive Zhongli's tail is at times, but he must have been pulling particularly hard if it lead to other things.

but for him to have been moving around that much in his sleep, to the point where he was basically performing indecent acts fully unconscious, Dohalim has to wonder what exactly was in that tea. sure, it worked incredibly at giving him a decent night's rest (he hadn't had a single nightmare or distressing dream all night from what he can remember), and he'd managed to sleep the rest of the night, which is practically unheard of. however, if the side effect is... this...

and what would he say to Rukkhadevata about it? she's the one who provided the tea, after all; did she know this would happen? he's sure she wouldn't give him something akin to an aphrodisiac, but still... should they even mention it to her?

Dohalim sighs against Zhongli's shoulder]

I feel like apologies should be in order. I can't imagine you've gotten any sleep last night, what with everything that happened...

[the thing with Umbra is a whole other side of the coin, something he definitely doesn't want to think about among the afterglow. but that's a pressing issue that should be addressed as well at some point... ah, this is all so complicated...]

Ah- no, I slept quite well, actually. It took some time to calm down enough, but once there, I was quite content.

[he doesn't even hesitate to admit it, perhaps to assuage any concerns Dohalim has over what really happened. all of it was enjoyable despite the oddity of it, after all... but it does beg the question: how do they bring this up to Rukkhadevata?]

That said... she did say you should have the tea each day. I suppose we will have to monitor what happens tonight, and perhaps the next few nights beyond it. She did intend for you to rest, so I doubt that was precisely the reaction she expected.

I was also talking about... Ah, never mind.

[he'll bring it up later, as it is a worry of his. for the corruption to have a name attached to it, that concerns him. perhaps that's what drew the gaze of the gods, despite both Zhongli and Rukkhadevata saying different. he squeezes Zhongli's hand for a moment, before letting his hold relax again]

If this were to happen again, I would hate for you to lose any sleep over it because I apparently can't keep my hands off you while I sleep.

[lifting his head up again, Dohalim wills the redness in his cheeks to go away, as he lets out a soft sigh]

At least the tea worked... I don't remember waking up and moving at all, and I didn't have any nightmares. Though, I can't say it will continue as it's only been one night, but... It was nice not waking up so suddenly in a panic.

[his hips shift a little; Dohalim takes in a sharp breath. ah, still sensitive...]

I suppose we should clean ourselves up, but... I quite like it here, like this...

You needn't worry. I am lucky enough to need a bit less rest than you; the commotion did little to affect me.

[he does know what Dohalim is worried about, it's just... well, it doesn't bother him at all. Umbra is just... something to deal with as they go. the squeeze is met with another in kind, and his lips curl up slightly at the comment.]

I'm glad that it worked, at least this time. But - I'll be fine. When it comes to you, I'm quite content to follow your lead; it doesn't tax me. And if this position helps you rest comfortably? Well, far be it from me to complain.

[his breath hitches slightly when Dohalim shifts; they're both still pretty sensitive. not enough to stop them from moving if they did it quickly, but...]

We can stay here a little longer. The ah... mess I made will likely start bothering me soon, but for now it's fine. Admittedly, I'm... not in a hurry to not have you inside me anymore. It's... comforting. Pleasant.

Hm... Just as long as you're comfortable... It's still early enough that we can lay here...

[Dohalim relaxes fully on top of Zhongli, tilting his head to rest his cheek on the other's shoulder. there really is something comforting about being nestled inside of the deity, it's a different kind of intimacy Dohalim hadn't realised existed, or that he would be partial to.

but with the warmth comes the drowsiness again; Dohalim's eyes struggle to stay open the longer he's with Zhongli like this. maybe if he closed his eyes for a little bit, it wouldn't be so terrible. but there are other things he wants to talk about with the deity before he fades off into sleep again, words that were said in the midst of passion that he would for sure be thinking about all day if he doesn't get it out in the open.

he huffs out a soft breath as his eyes slip half closed]

About... About what I said earlier...

Mm. It's pleasant to have this extra time, isn't it?

[and he quite likes it, he finds, just having Dohalim like this. either way would be good, really. as such, Zhongli is quite happy to lie here for a while... especially with the other actively wanting to.

but when he speaks again, Zhongli glances back over his shoulder, hoping the pause he gives isn't too obvious. there isn't much he said, after all, that could need talking about...]

... do you... regret saying it?

[his voice is a little overly soft, even though he's trying to sound somewhat unconcerned. after all, just because he'd been somewhat clear about his feelings before...]

[there's the smallest of pauses as Dohalim thinks on that. does he regret expressing his love? he doesn't think so. maybe it's just in the moment of when he said it that he's giving it a thought. but regret... no, there's no regret. not when he's so emotionally attached to the deity, and would give almost, if not everything to stay with him. admittedly, he's never actually fallen in love before, but he imagines this is how it feels.

so he shakes his head, inching his face just a little closer to Zhongli's]

No... I don't. I just... Perhaps I could have said it in a more eloquent way, and not when my physical needs were guiding me.

[Dohalim forces his eyes open to look into that lovely amber, letting himself be drawn in like so many times before]

I will admit... I do find myself wondering if I can allow myself to... What with Umbra... With everything. Do I deserve to feel like this... I want it. I want it so much, to be with you, to love you, but... There is a fear there. A fear of being selfish, a fear of falling so fast and so hard, a fear of it being ripped away from me.

But I do love you, Zhongli. At least... I think that's what it is.

[the angle is awkward, but at least Zhongli is pretty flexible. and quiet as he listens, letting Dohalim get through all of his thoughts before responding. he does think it a little silly, perhaps, to worry about what guided him to the words, but... well, mortal thoughts are simply a little different, he supposes.]

... of course you deserve it, Dohalim. [he can't reach to cradle his face properly, but one hand draws fondly over his jaw and cheek again.] Circumstances be damned, there are few people as deserving of kindness and love than you, I think. If anything, it is perhaps a little selfish of me, having spent this time with you enough that you could feel this way.

[the pause there is brief, his expression quietly uncertain for a moment.]

After all, you are a mortal, and by choosing me, there are... many wonderful things you will miss out on. I have no intention of leaving, and I... selfishly, I am relieved to hear it. I do not... [a pause, before he squeezes Dohalim's hand.] ... I have never had the chance to fall in love, before now. We will both be navigating this together. Perhaps that's a good thing.

In any case, it won't be so easy to rip us apart, no matter what happens.

Can you truly make that promise?

[Dohalim's eyes fall closed, the fingers grazing his face lulling him to drowsiness. there's that small fear again, stirring in the back of his mind, but he refuses to let the corruption, to let Umbra touch it and spiral it into something more. he can't, not when they're like this right now, not when he'd just confessed his feelings. this is supposed to be a happy, peaceful moment, and questioning it is already marring it enough.

but even still, what if something drives a wedge between them? what if they are ripped apart...]

Can you truly promise we'll stay together? Even with... Even with Umbra, with the corruption... Would you stay with me, if it gets to be unbearable?

[he knows Zhongli and Rukkhadevata are doing whatever they can to keep it from getting to a point of no return in regards to the corruption, but if it does... it might be selfish of him to ask Zhongli to stay with him even through the worst of it]

As far as Umbra and the corruption are concerned, I can promise that without a doubt.

[his smile is soft and warm, for him. still small, but definitely there.]

As painful as it is to be unable to help you sometimes, I don't think anything could become unbearable. If it did... I don't have any reason to believe I would leave.

[he also knows that there's a definitive guarantee, of sorts, in dealing with Umbra... but it's better not to bring that up, especially since he himself doesn't know the circumstances.

that said, there is... one thing he supposes he should mention.]

There is... one thing that could potentially affect our time, but it should be nothing that happens in a single mortal lifetime.

[Dohalim cracks his eyes open again to look at Zhongli, concern swirling in his gaze. he's aware of their dynamic, right now, that the confines of mortal life in the eyes of an immortal god would shorten their life together, but what else could it be?]

What is it...?

[he can feel the nervousness creep up on him, heart starting to pound in his chest as he waits for Zhongli to explain. the hand still holding onto the other's tightens slightly, perhaps as a way to desperately calm himself down. Zhongli said it himself, whatever it is shouldn't happen within his lifetime, but it's not a guarantee that it won't. what if, by some act of fate, it does? he doesn't even know what it is yet, and he can feel himself getting worked up about it already, but if it weren't so serious, would Zhongli have brought it up in the first place?]

Mm... it is... something of the nature of Gods. I said before that we are immortal - but that we are not unkillable, and that most of us have gone that way by now. Normally, it becomes a... necessity, of sorts.

[he squeezes Dohalim's hand in reassurance, taking a moment to consider how to explain.]

Although we immortals cannot "die" in the sense of old age, we are subject to something we call "erosion." Over time, we will eventually begin to... well, forget. What we've experienced, our morals, eventually even who we are. We stagnate, and revert to our primal natures.

[it isn't exactly an adequate explanation, but it'll start to illuminate the potential problems. especially with someone like Zhongli, who was self-admittedly a war god and whose violence spanned so long.]

... I do not know if I mentioned it, but I am... to my knowledge, the oldest God who remains conscious here.

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