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]
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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There's a sharp hitch of breath as his arms are pulled back, muscles flexing with the effort. It's a pretty view really, hair framing his curves and body trembling, stretched around Dohalim's cock. And despite himself... absent the ache he'll feel later, it's... good.
He's more than a little sizeable, and it's an effort not to moan when hips slap against his own. His cock twitches beneath him, despite all the aches.]
Nnh... haah...
[how long has he needed this? It's almost too bad he can't wrap his tail around the man, or it would be under normal circumstances. This is... not those, though. He shouldn't let them be known. Not now.]
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He lets out a low groan, hands gripping Zhongli's wrists tightly; he'd be surprised if he didn't leave bruises later. Not that it really matters. In fact, he thinks he'd like to see them on him. They'd be pretty, and complimentary to the debauchery of everything else]
Isn't... isn't this better? N-not fighting it, and just taking it? You're so pretty like this, you know...
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Nngh... ah... I... wouldn't have... refused...
[His voice wavers with each thrust inward, body jolting prettily as Dohalim pulls him back into each movement. Pretty, he says, and the deity baffles at that less because he doesn't understand and more because he hadn't taken Dohalim for the type to enjoy it. Corruption was one thing, but as far as he understood it, it took from one's hidden interests and feelings first...]
Hah... ah... Dohalim...
[He could get used to this, honestly. If it were a little less... ignorant of his consent, even more so. His cock twitches between his legs dripping precum as his mind sinks into the pleasure of it.]
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though, if this were any other time, if this wasn't so tainted with corruption... it isn't to say that Dohalim hasn't developed some sort of feelings for Zhongli. for someone who had not been in his inner circle... perhaps, if time and fate had a different path laid out for them, things may have been different. Zhongli had been shrouded in mystery ever since entering Dohalim's court, but he always treated him with warmth and kindness, had lent him an ear if he needed it. if things had been different, then perhaps he would have had Zhongli be a right hand man. if things had been different, then...
it's that guilt that the corruption clings onto, twisting and distorting it, driving his cruelty as he continues to pound into the deity. nails dig into his wrists as he yanks his arms back even more, arching Zhongli's back as he angles himself to push in deeper]
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Still, it's a certain angle, a singular pressure that rakes along his walls, that sends him over the edge. A pulse of pleasure and his weight pitches forward a bit, body squeezing down on the Renan's cock. It's not a test of his hold - indeed, cruel hands yank at his arms, nails digging into flesh and pulling him back, upright.]
Haah... ah--! Doh.... nngh!
[What would it be like, he wonders? If the circumstances were different, if their paths had changed. He suspects this roughness would be rare at best, but it could be a sweet little secret. Zhongli has always been warm and kind to those who deserve it, but he's no fool - he's noticed his draw to the redhead by now. Perhaps they would have a mirrored lifestyle, a leader and his advisor by day, morphing into this by night...
Well, maybe not exactly this. Zhongli is cognizant enough to realise it would be different, that Dohalim would likely be more... shy, more gentle, at least for a time. He can't be mad about it, in the end. Bent back with Dohalim's cock reaching aches he didn't know he had...]
Haaah... mmn... plea... se...
[It's abrupt, his voice almost dreamy as his resolve crumbles. Too good... he feels too good, the other man's cock carving out a space and digging in deep, hands pulling him back and leaving his hard chest and twitching cock on display. If he pulled a little more, Zhongli wonders if he might feel the tip against his belly. That would be pleasant...]
Doha... lim...
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which is why, as he presses in again and pulls Zhongli back even more, he stops for a moment, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. hair sticks to his forehead as his bangs fall over his eyes; he tosses his head to the side to shake the locks from view, albeit with futility]
Please what...? Tell me... What you want, Zhongli. Go on...
[he won't move until the deity tells him. he can't just give him what he wants without asking, first, after all. but ah... hearing that desperation in Zhongli's voice... like music to his ears. it's so much nicer to hear that tone from someone who is usually so proper and decorous]
Put that vernacular to good use.
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Dohalim... nngh... [if he tilted his head, he thinks he could probably see the man. could lean back a little and ease the ache on his muscles, if he really wanted to. and yet... yet he allows this, almost basking in the cruel ache of it.] I want... haaah... I want release...
[not nearly as vulgar as he could be, but it's easy to shy back from it a little for now. letting go, for someone like him, isn't at all a simple task, and this probably isn't the right way to reach it. but really, he's so close and his body aches so much, what else can he do? and if it pleases Dohalim, then... ah...]
I want... to feel you filling me up. [his hips shift, a little squirming to try desperately to get some of the sensation he needs so badly.] Don't-- don't stop. Please.
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Since you've asked so nicely...
[straightening back up, Dohalim pulls out almost completely, hissing out a breath at the sudden cold air on his cock, before thrusting back in, swift and hard. just once, to feel the now easier glide of his cock against hot walls squeezing around him. it feels so nice, especially now that the corruption has taken its hold completely, for the time being. but it's a brief moment of pause before Dohalim sets a pace again, as unrelentless as before. heavy breaths break the sound of skin slapping against skin, with interjected groans from Dohalim himself. he's close, and really, he shouldn't care of Zhongli does cum or not, but he supposes that he's taken his punishment so well that he could give him this reprieve]
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Ah... haah...
[Dohalim nearly pulls out and the deity trembles beneath him, aching for the feeling of fullness in a way he hadn't expected. such a small thing, and yet it has such a profound effect... if not half as profound as the way he thrusts back in. deep, hard, and it pulls a sharp cry from Zhongli. ah, ah, that's... wonderful, isn't it? unrelated to their bond, unrelated to the circumstances, and if he just ignores that it's so very easy to fall into the pleasure.
his body trembles as his orgasm approaches, drawn ever closer by the relentless pace and the sound of Dohalim above him. behind him. he's starting to lose track of positioning altogether, really, hands curling and uncurling, curling again to dig nails into his palms for lack of anywhere else to put them. it's a little bit thrilling to be held fast like this, too... as the final bit of resistance and concentration break, Zhongli devolves into moans and gasps of the other's name, filled with that same hopeless desperation until his orgasm finally hits. and when that does, cum splattering the sheets as his whole body tightens, trembling and squeezing down on the invading cock like it means to coax him to his own end.
ah, this is going to be such a confusing mess later, isn't it?]
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but that doesn't last long at all as clarity soon comes to him, and without the influence of corruption, what dawns on Dohalim almost makes him sick. he pulls himself away from Zhongli as he recoils, as everything catches up to him. everything he'd done here. how could he have done this, how could he have let this happen? a tremble makes its way up his spine as he tries to push away the images, the memory of imposing himself onto Zhongli, forcing his way into him--]
I-I'm sorry--
[he needs to leave. he's a monster. he... how could he have done this? Zhongli had shown him nothing but kindness and warmth and this is... this is how he repays him...]
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between the bruises and the ache of strained muscle, he'll be in a fair bit of pain, even. still... in some way, was it not worth it? if it had been slightly different circumstances, if they had gotten to this point naturally, maybe that would be best, but...]
Ah... it's alright-
[it's a concerted effort to sit up, inhaling a sharp breath as he works to turn toward Dohalim. with the corruption at rest, it's easy to wrap his own astral energy around their bond, to share warmth with him.]
Are you alright? [as far as he understands it, there's a real risk of injury when... well, jamming it in the way he had. his body is fine, and it will heal quickly, but Dohalim... and beyond that, the amount of guilt for being unable to stop it from happening could be doing anything to the young man, really.]
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so engrossed in his own mind, Dohalim barely notices Zhongli moving, and the question asked gets him to look up at him. whatever pain he's in, if any, his body hasn't registered it yet; the emotional shock of what he'd done still gripping him tightly. breathing is hard, all of a sudden, as his chest heaves, as he tries to gulp in air. there's real fear in his eyes, true terror for what he'd done, not unlike when Zhongli found him just days prior.
he doesn't answer the question. he's not alright, this he knows. he hasn't been alright, not since the corruption had made itself known. even if nothing sexual had transpired between them, Dohalim could have... he nearly strangled the deity, he wanted to see him struggle until he couldn't anymore. to watch as life slowly faded from those golden eyes. he'd taken a back seat to his own body, autonomy lost as the corruption took over. and he knows it's going to keep doing this, too... how much more will Zhongli endure... how much more is he willing to endure...
Dohalim notices the bruises forming against Zhongli's pale skin; with an indigo glow of his eyes, he raises his hands to cast a healing arte, focused on taking away the pain. on fixing him. on fixing this, somehow.. he's panicking on the inside, as Zhongli could probably feel as it vibrates against their bond, like faint tremors as Dohalim threatens to crumble]
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... Dohalim...
[voice quiet, he shifts to pull the young man to him directly. it's not really a request, nor does he intend to allow himself to be stopped. he's not good at this, and yet... maybe more than ever, he wants to.]
Just breathe. I'm alright. You wouldn't have done anything to truly hurt me. And what happened... that wasn't your fault. Not to me.
[his voice is warm and soothing, and he knows it's not ideal. being in this room alone must be a problem, but he doesn't want to rush anything. as for the corruption... he suspects, after that maneuver, that there's something to it. a balance that can be stricken between them. and if he can do that, can share in it... then maybe that, too, will help to postpone any rash decisions on stopping the redhead.]
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eyes squeeze closed as he brings his hands up to the other's shoulders, holding onto them with a shaky grip. he casts another healing arte, as if to try to fix the root of the problem; maybe if he heals Zhongli completely, then it'll take one thing off his guilty conscious. he can't fix death, but at least this... physically... he can]
Please... Please, just let me go. I... I am beyond help... I can't...
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[Zhongli's words aren't forceful, but they're certainly definitive. He can understand, of course. Wise he did must feel completely irrevocable, given moral standpoints and their general relationship, but still.]
I'm not asking you to accept this as fact while you're not ready to... but I say it so that you can hear it. You're not beyond help. The fact that you care now tells me that - and it tells me that you aren't so far gone that you've lost it all.
It isn't easy, learning to coexist with whatever your past is. It isn't easy to live with a circumstance like yours. Don't carry that weight alone.
[He doesn't hold Dohalim tightly - if the man wants freedom, he'll give it after that moment. Even as hands grip his shoulders, working to heal Zhongli's injuries, his expression doesn't change. It isn't pity, nor fear or disgust. It's sympathy and understanding, in more ways than his words could ever convey.]
But... moving forward, if you need something of me, you need only ask. If those whispers take you again, don't keep that fact silent.
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[but how much longer does he have? how much longer can he keep his own mind before the corruption takes over completely? the near loss of his own mind and control is enough to fuel more of that panic, which only makes him tremble more. he tries to focus on healing Zhongli, but even then, that starts to waver.
but as the deity keeps talking, his deep, smooth voice starts to soothe him. he doesn't understand why Zhongli wants to help him so much. he doesn't understand how the deity, who should be angry at him than anything, who should shun him away from doing something so unspeakable, can be so kind to him, still. it hurts his heart knowing that he'll keep hurting Zhongli if this keeps going, if they let this keep going.
and yet, as he tentatively reaches out to their bond, he searches for that warmth, to let it engulf him. it's selfish... selfish to want it, especially after... but...
he keeps casting healing artes, to give himself something to focus on. even once Zhongli's injuries are completely healed, Dohalim keeps casting, not knowing what else to do. he feels so lost right now; he's spiraling, and he isn't sure how to pull himself out of it. at least with healing Zhongli, that's something he can control. the uncertainty of when the corruption will take hold again shakes him so deeply, it terrifies him, and even with their contract, Dohalim is scared that he'll break it and hurt someone else. but that contract, that bond, he clings to it as soon as he takes hold, letting the warmth surround him]
Please... Please don't let it claim me...
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As his body mends and those spells continue, he reaches for Dohalim's hands to pull them away. His own hands cover them, drawn together to warm.]
I will not allow it. [lifting his hands, he places them to his chest, to give him something to focus on. Zhongli's heartbeat is steady, as resonant as their bond.] I promised, didn't I? You will not lose me. There are many things it appears I missed, but... you needn't worry about that. I believe I understand a little more, now.
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he casts another healing arte. he's not sure if Zhongli's wounds are completely healed or not, but he wants to make sure. is he expending more energy than he should? probably. but this is the least he could do. whatever physical injuries Zhongli had sustained were by his hand, so he has to fix it. at least he has the ability to do so. though... using so much of it in such a small span of time, with high emotions running rampant in his mind, Dohalim does get a little lightheaded, but he presses on]
What do you understand?
[the question is a genuinely curious one, with no condescending malice behind it]
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Ah... just... more of what you require. [one arm rises to cradle Dohalim's body against his own.] I regret to say I hadn't realised how much of an effect it was having on you, in the times when I was gone. After all, I promised not to leave you alone, didn't I?
[even for the sake of chasing a lead, he shouldn't have been gone so long. he should have realised sooner that Dohalim was fighting so hard against his own mind, against the part of him that wanted cruelty and violence. as he leans in, the deity allows himself to press his lips faintly to the crown of the other man's head.]
I doubt my understanding is perfect by any means, but... I do hope to offer you more, moving forward.
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[and yet, he continues to take more of it. he continues to demand of it. Zhongli had only been away for a handful of hours; if he can't stand being away from him for a period of time, then he may as well take away all autonomy the deity has. and that isn't fair. none of this is fair. but he can't help but want to keep him close, no matter what... the idea of being separated from Zhongli makes his heart pound in his chest as coldness spreads from the pit of his stomach throughout his body. he can feel the corruption want to pick at that anxiety; despite his exhaustion, he tries to push it down. he's already put Zhongli through enough to last him a lifetime, probably, he doesn't need to again.
so he concentrates on putting out another arte, despite the squeeze of his shoulders. the kiss at the top of his head does give him pause for just a moment, confused at the gentle gesture. he can feel a slight flush on his face, but he perishes the thought quickly. he continues on, healing Zhongli. to maybe put at ease some of this guilt...]
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[there's a soft sigh there, and Zhongli shifts to lean back. the expression he levels on the Renan is full of concern.]
I'm fine. I don't hurt anymore. You're going to harm yourself... I don't want to see you hurt. [it's... slow. agonisingly slow, as something chips away at the veil of earth always covering his emotions. even now, Zhongli can barely grasp the finer details of his own thoughts regarding the other man.] ... Look at me... if you would. Just for a moment.
[he doesn't know if it will help. he doesn't know if he's misread something, either, or if it won't cause more problems than it solves. still, within his own tumultuous heart, maybe it's worth it. for once, maybe if he relaxes just a little of his stern distance...]
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but he does will himself to look up, the indigo of the so called bright eyes fading back into amber, truly revealing more raw feelings. eyes are half lidded, slightly unfocused from heavy emotions and exhaustion, tired eyelids fluttering closed as he lets himself sink into it. perhaps he'd just noticed now, but he's just so tired, but then again, hasn't he always been?]
I just... Want to make sure...
[there's a slight tremble in his voice as he falls into that exhaustion, slumping in Zhongli's arm. perhaps... he'd pushed himself too much, but still... that tremble makes its way to his very bones, burrowing deep into them, and soon, he's shaking like a quivering leaf threatening to fall from a tree branch]
I've hurt you... I wanted to make sure I fixed it...
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[murmuring those words, he presses his lips to Dohalim's, nothing at all like anything earlier. Warm and soft, full of emotion.]
You would give up all of yourself to help others, and I... selfishly, I don't want to see that. [His words ghost across the Renan's lips, mouth barely pulled far enough to speak them. They're just the surface, scraped clean off the covering of earth and debris, but they're a start.] I don't want to watch, helplessly, while you fall into despair you don't deserve. I'll stay close, as long as you need. Even when you have to give in for a time, nothing that happens will change that.
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Why...
[fingers slip between their lips as Dohalim brushes them against his own, as if to feel the lingering warmth on them, before letting his hand drop. if and when he gives into the corruption... he doesn't want Zhongli around for that. he doesn't want the deity to have to go through that again, over and over. Dohalim doesn't want to sit in the back seat as he tries to claw his way back up to the surface. he doesn't want to sit and watch and feel himself hurting this person. Zhongli may have accepted it as something that may happen again in the future, but Dohalim...
perhaps he'd misinterpreted, when they forged their contract. he thought he was the one who would be held close on a leash, but it turns out, he's the one holding it. he's not sure he likes it. to be the one in control of Zhongli's freedom, or lack thereof... and yet, he wants to tighten his hold on it, to pull the deity close to him, to make sure he doesn't leave his sights. he doesn't want to be, but he can't help but... want to keep him close, with possessive need]
I don't... Want to hurt you again.
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[He does this simply because it's how he feels, after all. Because he could never stand idly by while the world wore Dohalim down... it should have dawned on him earlier, truthfully. When he'd created that contract so easily, signing himself away to his man's side...
The Renan speaks of not wanting to hurt him, and the deity smiles faintly. His to explain... well, it'll make sense or it won't.]
You haven't hurt me, Dohalim. Not truly. [another kiss, and he urges the man to sprawl onto the bed with him. The mess has largely settled, and there's a faintly unpleasant feeling clinging to his thigh, but he can bathe later.] Rather... if it was something I truly didn't want, I would have stopped it. I didn't... dislike the pain, not really.
[is that true? In retrospect, he thinks so. He'd been overwhelmed by it all, and it certainly hadn't been painless, but... hadn't he enjoyed it? The stain on the edge of the blanket speaks to that, and the fact that he's so close now, wanting to feel the Renan nearby even more is... well, undeniable.]
It's alright if you're afraid of it still. I accept it, as it's still a part of you. Is that amenable?
[He'll have to work slowly, true, but... he doesn't think the corruption is so deeply intwined in Dohalim after all. He thinks... just maybe, the man is a little selfish, a little possessive, and he can't yet separate the difference between feelings that make him feel guilty and the slow twist of something sinister. Eventually, that will shift a little more, and he already knows this isn't healthy, but Zhongli... can't bring himself to care.
It doesn't help matters that it seems the poor man hasn't been shown much in the way of true kindness.]
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