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Bennett is not good at making new friends. It’s gotten to the point where even Razor and Fischl feel a bit overwhelming… Not that he’s overwhelmed by them, moreso he’s the overwhelming one.
When the opportunity arises for him to go on a new adventure with someone who’s actively sought him out, all Bennett can think about is Fischl’s scorched silhouette against the backdrop of a Hilichurl camp-turned inferno; he thinks about Razor getting caught in the (literal) crossfire of his hectic charged attack. All Bennett is good for is screwing things up and getting people hurt, so for someone to actually want to go on an adventure with him… it’s…. Well…
The person waiting for Bennett at the Adventurer's Guild— couldn’t be waiting for him the more he thinks about it. The person in question is talking to Cyrus at the front of the building, with a Fatui agent at his side standing balefully like some sort of bodyguard.
The sunlight pools from around the building, shining bright from behind and making it cast a large shadow in the entryway where the three are talking. In the afternoon shade Bennett can see the calm, unsmiling expression of the unnamed man.
“Oh, there he is,” Cyrus says with a grim lilt to his voice.
Bennett vacuously thinks nothing of it, opting to approach upon being acknowledged. “Hi, I’m Bennett!” He says cheerfully, looking up to both Cyrus and the man and holding his hand out enthusiastically to the stranger.
“Ah!” The man gapes at him, his face alight with something Bennett hasn’t seen upon meeting anyone… frankly ever,”I’m Childe! I’ve heard so many great things about you!”
The man— Childe, shakes Bennett’s hand in earnest, and for a breath he’s actually taken aback by what that might be. Bennett can list off a lot of things he might’ve been known for. Triggering a wildfire in a Hilichurl camp near Whispering Woods that lightly torched the self proclaimed foreign princess Fischl. Accidentally falling on Amber’s arrows and snapping a third of them in the middle of a planned clearing. Letting a vision-imbued sneeze set a row of books on fire in the Favonius library… Walking into a display of little miss Flora’s potted plants and crashing down into a spill of moist dirt, leaves and petals… In short, nothing good.
He takes the handshake in silent gratitude, anxiety suddenly flaring and knocking at the back of his stomach… Or maybe he just ate something weird this morning… “Is that so?!” Bennett smiles, and Childe smiles back, squinting in a manner that seems almost challenging.
“Of course, I hear all sorts of interesting things happen here in Mondstat because of you. I’m usually in Liyue, but I had some business here and I had to see about you myself.”
Bennett perks up, his anxiousness assuaged instantly by the affirmation; if it’s interesting Childe wants, Bennett can most definitely provide. They unlock hands and from beside them, Cyrus hums,”There are a few Hilichurl camps and slimes around Stormbearer’s point. You two can take care of that if you’re up to it.”
Bennett looks around a bit, before locking eyes with Cyrus,”Us... two..?”
Childe makes it a point to wrap an arm around his shoulder, leaning down to press their cheeks together effusively,”Juust us, Bunny!”
Whispering Woods had been something out of a nightmare, the only highlight being the two fighting back to back (or rather back to lower back with their size difference) at one point. Things took a turn when (like his time with Razor) his charged attack sent him flying back into Childe with a clumsy thud that threw both of them off balance.
Their time on the ground tangled in each other was like food for the weak hilichurls who packed some pretty not weak hits in close combat... with clubs.
When they finally made work of the camp near Mondstat, they were back on their feet, albeit a bit more banged up than before.
Bennett really wanted to apologize, but after Childe had shot the last hilichurl right into the center of it’s mask and paralyzed it, he was already turning to Bennett for reassurance. “That was interesting,” He said, re-equipping his weapon and dusting himself off,”I haven’t gotten tossed around like that in a while.”
And then he laughed.
Bennett swore he melted over with how carefree and genuine it sounded, something unlike those mendacious smiles and overt displays of affection. He felt himself twiddling with his own gloved fingers self consciously,”I’m sorry, the group wasn’t even that strong this time around and yet…”
Ah man, he wanted to cry. The first stop outside of Mondstat to their destination and Bennett was already ruining things. He felt like digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and breathing deep to quell the malaise swirling in his brain, but knowing him, he’d probably get dirt into his eyes or something. He lifted his gaze from where he realized he was staring dejectedly at his feet to see Childe gazing at him patiently.
“C’mon, I’ve got you.” And with a strange sort of fluttering in his stomach, Bennett slapped both of his cheeks and pressed on with Childe, a mix of determination and unease temporarily sedated by the man’s calming positivity.
Though… Bennett’s misgivings about the adventure tasks had festered into a coal sized lump of dread the second that they went past Starfell Lake into the Stormbearer Mountains. Rain clouds rolled over the warm afternoon sun, and Bennett knew that his attacks would make for some boiling damage, but he absolutely hated fighting in weather like this...
Not to mention, unlike being with Fischl or Razor, who had the upperhand in climate like this, he was with Childe, who, from the look of his vision, was a hydro user.
“Getting cold feet, hot stuff?” Childe cooed, peeking back at him from the wet thicket they were crouched in. Bennett started, flushing a little at the nickname,”U-Uhh.. Huh?”
Childe raised his eyebrow, still smirking,”It just seems like you were thinking that these are pretty unfortunate circumstances for the both of us, right?”
“I— OOF—-! ”
Just as Bennett opens his mouth to speak, he’s shot square in the forehead with a dull spear.
He’s knocked back into a whirlwind of falling water and swirling clouds as he hits the grass with a thud that sends him into blunt darkness.
“CHILDE!” Bennett awoke with a start, head throbbing when he jolted forward. His newfound consciousness sent pain zipping from behind his eyes, to the back of his head, like the spear was hitting him all over again. He groaned, vision blurring as he closed his eyes for a few good seconds and flopped back down. “Ow!” He shot back up almost comically, opening his eyes again to actually survey his surroundings.
A cave.
Well that explains the ground, Bennett thought, rubbing the back of his head penitently. At this he notices his gloves are gone, and he checks his lower half to realize that he’s nearly been stripped of everything except his shorts.
The late afternoon sun filters in through the mouth of the cave, and it’s with almost perfect timing that Childe comes walking in… also half naked. He beams a little at Bennett’s woken stupor, surprisingly empty-handed,”Hey,” he says.
“Hi.” Bennett responds dumbly.
Childe casts a long shadow from where his figue blocks the light at the opening,“I was hoping to start a fire, but it just rained and well, you can’t burn wet wood.”
Bennett’s unironically finding it hard to find words when Childe’s pink nipples are looking back at him, but Childe doesn’t notice or care, and fills the silence for the both of them,”Speaking of the rain, I let our clothes out to dry.”
So that’s what this is. “Thank you.”
Bennett can see the fine lines of Childe’s face as he approaches, the cave wide and accommodating to his height and the broad span of his shoulders. He has.. an elegant nose… Elegant? Is that the word Fischl taught him? Regardless, Childe’s profile as he crouches to rest his weapons is breathtaking.
In the darkness, the contours of his chiseled cheekbones and jawline seem to deepen his face in a display of mature masculinity. Bennett gapes improvidently, suddenly feeling a little small.
“ Bunnny ,” Childe sing-songs, lifting his eyes to leer at the boy,”You’ve been staring at me for a while now.”
Bennett opens his mouth, closes it, and repeats before clearing his throat,”Ummm.”
“This is the quietest I’ve seen you today. You know…”
Childe stands to saunter towards Bennett, long legs closing the distance between them with just a few strides. He crouches, and his expression becomes soft,”I have a bunch of younger siblings.”
That… isn’t what Bennett was expecting to hear. Beration for ruining their outing, austere confirmation that his head injury had finally knocked all the already loose screws in his head clean out, maybe even scolding for the weird staring; but certainly not a heart to heart. He stayed silent, keeping his head down and waiting for some kind of explanation or inevitable retribution.
“You remind me a lot of my youngest brother Teucer, he’s fearless, and he’s always getting into… compromising situations.”
Childe puts a large palm on the crown of Bennett’s head, and the boy looks up at him silently. He looked like some sort of kicked puppy, verdant green peering up at Childe through a fan of light lashes.
He sighed, smiling gently, and Bennett could see faint smile lines where the man had undoubtedly lived a life of smirks and grins and outright mirth. Not only that but they were so close he could make out the dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks.
Childe was everywhere, all at once, at the same time. The hand on Bennett’s head moved down to cup the side of his face, his gloveless thumb stroking a spot of dirt from Bennett’s heated cheek. Oh man, was he blushing?
“Thank you for letting me play hero today.”
Bennett opened his mouth to say something, but Childe was there, pressing their mouths together in a heated kiss.
The surprise of it all sent his lips colliding with Bennett’s teeth, and the boy jolted back, turning his face away with a disgruntled Ack—! “H-Hold on!”
Didn’t he just say I reminded him of his br— Woah!
Childe seemed to be ignoring him, or moreover forcing Bennett closer from where he held his face,”C’mon Bunny,” it’s only now that Bennett realizes Childe wasn’t smiling, or rather, his harrowing flatlined expression was only just now turning into an even more frightening grin.
Had Bennett thought about kissing Childe? He couldn’t say that he didn’t look at his face and body and feel a bit warm beneath the belt; but to say that he thought about such an intimate scenario as this would also be a lie. He was caught off guard, and felt helplessly trapped. Scary..!
“I…. I….” Bennett finally found a place for his hands on Childe’s chest, pushing him away gently,”I’m sorry?”
He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut to try to still the spinning world around him. Ugh this headache.
“It’s not hard to tell what you’re thinking, you know? You’re just like me.” Childe intones with too much amusement to be appropriate. Bennett supposes Childe’s going to tell him what he’s thinking, so he sits in nonplussed silence,”You’ve been feeling anxious. Anxious that I sought you out. And then you felt bad that you were causing problems, isn’t that right?”
Bennett pressed his lips together in a tight line of quiet affirmation.
“And just now, from the moment I walked in, you were thinking about how to pay me back for taking care of you, right?” He asks, but it’s not really a question, they both knew this.
“So you want…?”
Childe’s dark blue eyes gleam without shining, empty and foreboding like the glittering surface of the deep sea,“You know what I want.”
“H-Hold on—! Childe,” Bennett almost cries when Childe unbuttons his shorts, a large sigh coming from his nose in a huff of hot air when the man sticks his hands inside and wraps his large fingers easily around his half-hard cock.
This is entirely too much too fast, and Childe is smothering him with the mass of his body. The hand on his head is shoving Bennett into his strong shoulder and holding him there while he rubs him. “Ah, no, no—” He can’t breathe. The sensation of Childe’s calloused hands are too much on his raw skin. Maybe if he’d worn underwear he could’ve prolonged the grace period between before Childe had been touching him up until now. Now all he could do was moan weakly against Childe’s shoulder, his breath coming to him in heated gasps of distressed pleasure.
Childe— the bastard— kissed the crown of Bennett’s head gently, chuckling something low and dark that Bennett felt in the base of his chest. ‘You can’t get away, just be good.’ The impotence of it all shot heat straight to his dick, his body betraying him in a vile display of arousal.
No wonder he picked me, Bennett thought, head lolling uselessly when Childe pulled him back by the hair, I probably look so stupid right now.
His vision swims, blood rushing to his already throbbing head and rupturing something that makes his nose drip with blood. “Ah, Childe, Childe…” Bennett breathes, clawing at Childe’s naked chest and coming with a drawn out silence.
When Bennett’s eyes are done trying to roll to the back of his head, he blinks the man before him into focus. And there Childe is, smiling as gently as ever.
Bennett is mortified, his body tensing up almost immediately.
Childe is alight with a gaiety he’s not felt for awhile. A part of him wants to feel bad for what he’s done, honestly! But to say claiming Bennett in this way would’ve been pyrrhic would be a bold faced lie. He’d get clobbered by low-grade hilichurls, fight another hilichurl camp and a hydro abyss mage in the rain again if it meant he could tattoo Bennett’s current disposition on the back of his eyelids to look at forever.
“Come back to me, Bunny,” Childe coos, cradling the boy’s head lovingly. He gives a few more vindictive strokes to Bennett’s spent cock, watching the electricity of overstimulation wrack through him.
“Please no--!” Bennett jolts, digging his nails into Childe’s skin.
Bennett is so cute it’s almost a crime. He’s got such round, wide green eyes framed by pretty blond lashes, and a slender nose that rounds out like a button. His nostrils flare as he tries to breathe around the blood dripping from his nose; and Bennett’s jerking only makes it drip onto Childe’s hand. Blood and cum coalesce on the webbing of his fingers and with a self assured air of finality, Childe withdraws his hand, shaking off the excess onto the cave floor.
“Sorry,” Childe says, and does not mean it, guiding Bennett’s head forward with the hand still nestled in his hair,”Breathe through your mouth.”
“Ugh.” Bennett moans, leaning forward and closing his eyes.
The hand in his hair moves down to caress his back, both of them repositioning themselves to better handle the issue of his bloody nose.
Bennett starts when Childe pinches his nose, eyes going wide with panic. He knows he told him to breathe through his mouth, but… it still catches him off guard, and for a good 3 seconds he's floundering for air.
Bennet lets out a nasally “Um.”
The position they’re in isn’t short of compromising. Bennett realizes, with his eyes open, that he’s within close range of Childe’s lap. With that being said, there’s a… pointed erection pressing at the front of the man’s damp pants.
Unlike Bennett, Childe wears underwear. He can see an outline of form fitting black boyshorts, along with the outline of something else…
“I think it’s stopped,” Bennett says funnily, sitting up when Childe lets go of his nose and pats his back.
A palpable silence beats between them.
“Do you hate me?”
Bennett flinches for the nth time today, and wipes at the wet blood trail on his face gracelessly,”I… Er… I don’t hate you.” And he closes his mouth again, eyes downcast.
I just find it a bit weird you said I reminded you of your brother… and you did such weird things to me?!
“That’s good.” Childe sighs, smiling. When Bennett subconsciously peeks, he notices Childe’s still at full-mast. This whole encounter is just…
Bennett scratches the back of his head, suddenly hyper aware of the large palm still on his back. “I was just,” he grits out, almost pained to say it, but suddenly lacking the preservation not to,”I was just expecting something a lot different!”
And with that, Bennett laughs, scratching his head earnestly now in a fit of nervousness.
Childe gawks at him, open ambiguity on his face,”What were you expecting?”
It seems like… Bennett thinks, flushing from the tips of his ears down to the base of his neck, I’ve gotten involved with a really troublesome person.
“Oh you know!” And Childe quirks his eyebrow because of course he doesn’t. He’s smiling, and Bennett’s not doing it back.
“I-I thought you’d be the one…” the boy gestures wildly with his sun-spotted hands,”........not me.”
Childe’s got thin blue eyes that narrow wolfishly and crinkle with smile lines when he squints. All of a sudden, Bennett feels this sort of dread like he’s going to be swallowed whole again.
Childe raises both of his brows,“Are you feeling guilty?”
Bennett’s mouth feels like he’s choking on cotton, and he licks his lips, opening and closing his mouth around words that won’t seem to come out. “.....ay…”
“Hm?”
“I…. I would’ve preferred if it went that way.”
Again, the silence beats.
This time Childe is the one taken aback.
“H-Huh?” He gapes, the predatory glint in his eyes dissipating at the sudden shift in mood.
“Well!” Bennett puts his hands up and out in front of himself defensively,”It’s just that you’ve taken care of me all day and haven’t gotten mad at me once! I… I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to.. touch me … but— it felt really nice! I’ve never felt like that before! But now I… I feel so guilty, all I’ve done was be selfish…”
Childe’s officially stunned mute at the gall of it all.
Bennett’s digging the heels of his palms into his eyes, his tomato flush dusted down to his boyish, tan-lined shoulders.
“Oh Bunny,” Childe is about to burst, a train of lust hitting him almost instantaneously at the admission. He’s pulling Bennett in for a hug, kissing the boy’s head over and over. Never in his life has he met such a perfect, selfless younger brother. Someone like Bennett— he’s perfect, he’s everything.
“I’m sorry,” Bennett whines meekly, not crying but slumped in dejection like he's seconds away from it.
Just his apologies are delicious. Childe feels positively adulated, and he’s glowing from it.
“Don’t apologize, no…” Childe is trying his best to comfort the poor-spirited boy, but his erection is a pressing need at the forefront of all of his senses. Just having Bennett’s hand brush it makes him spasm a bit uncontrollably. “Ah…”
Bennett pushes himself away, looking up at Childe with glossy green eyes. “I… touched it.”
Childe is stricken by the honesty, even more so by the brazen way the boy leans back into him. He wasn’t expecting to come out of this still pitching a tent, rather, Childe was having pretty good daydreams about spilling all over Bennett’s face after physically knocking him unconscious; but this… is also an interesting development.
“I-I’m not sure what I can do,” Bennett looks down, seemingly overwhelmed by the eye contact,”but I do want to help…”
Childe’s dick jumps involuntarily, his body full-on caving into his own wanton. “Then…” Childe starts, and It’s almost natural the way he guides Bennett down into his crotch.
Bennett accommodates submissively, and just the way his body arches naturally is so aesthetically pleasing. Childe one handedly unzips his pants, his other hand rubbing small circles into the boy’s back. “Have you done this before…?”
Obviously the answer is no, and Childe isn’t particularly shocked when Bennett answers as such, but it’s still nice to hear. “Open your mouth.”
Bennett does so obediently, the transferral of Childe’s dick from his pants to the boy’s mouth giving Bennett little time to register the actual look and size of it.
The taste of him... Bennett thinks, letting his eyes flutter shut. It’s the equivalent to sucking your unwashed hand to see if you can put a hickey into it. Childe tastes like skin, warm, salty, soft and filling his mouth just past the tip.
Childe sighs out, smiling wickedly down at him. It feels good, albeit a bit clumsy. Bennett’s not doing much with his mouth aside from holding his dick in it, but just the thought of fucking into his pliant throat makes his hips twitch in earnest.
“Use your tongue, Bunny...” Childe breathes, stroking the base of his cock where he’s holding it as if he can coax more of it into Bennett’s mouth. “Like a popsicle.”
Oh duh, Bennett thinks lamely, and Childe can see his flush against the nape of his neck.
It’s as though that’s all the instruction Bennett needs. Childe can feel the flat flexibility of the boy’s tongue lapping with purpose this time. His mouth is so warm, so good.
Childe is a relatively silent lover, so much so that it makes Bennett a little anxious if he’s doing well. He crooks his neck to turn his face to the side, gazing up at Childe with his dick stuffed wetly in his mouth.
Childe is… well, unnaturally focused. The deadpanned stare and silence would’ve shot straight through Bennett’s confidence had it not been for the heavy rise and fall of his chest and his bright, flushed cheeks.
Their eye contact seems to break some spell on him, and Bennett gets one low timbre groan of shock before he feels Childe throb viscerally in his mouth.
This has to be uncomfortable for him, Childe muses, and does not care. Bennett can lay on his bare stomach in damp, still opened shorts, arched to get his head in Childe’s lap all day and night if it means he’ll keep looking up at him like that.
Bennett’s not shy with his teeth (at all), but Childe would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate the sensation. “Fuck,” he breathes, unable to look away,”so sexy…”
The praise propels straight through Bennett, making him flush deeper in the face, Cute, seriously, so cute.
“Aren’t you such a good younger brother for me?” Just saying it aloud is enough to make him beet red too, but his dick throbs again traitorously,”You’re so beautiful Bunny, I seriously couldn’t stop thinking about doing this to you.”
He breathes, and once the words start, they can’t stop,”Your older brother’s the worst.”
Bennett has… Never really had family (or friends or lovers for that matter), so he’s not really sure how this encounter is supposed to go. He supposes this is supposed to be some kind of taboo fantasy…. Or maybe Childe actually thinks of him as family? Wahh so confusing! Bennett thinks, shutting his eyes to refocus on sucking his dick.
It comes to Bennett’s attention that Childe will play his role as the terrible older brother enough for the both of them, as he shoves the boy down greedily by his hair.
He can’t help it, he chokes. Bennett chokes and coughs with no air so he chokes again. The extra inch of his heated mouth and the vibrations from where the head of his cock grazes the back of Bennett’s throat is so worth it. It sends Childe straight into an abrupt climax.
“Oh Fuck— ” is just about all the warning Bennett gets for the cum that inundates the back of his tongue.
Bennett swallows, just because spitting would’ve felt rude… besides, he’s cooked things that have tasted worse.
Childe is surprisingly very nice and affectionate afterwards. Bennett doesn’t know why, maybe it’s because Childe looks the same during sex as he does while fighting. A cold, focused deepness in his eyes with a flush of heated excitement that made his whole expression… ambiguous.
Bennett expected Childe to shove him away, or maybe even beat him up? He’s not sure.
Childe is a pretty confusing person, he thinks, rubbing at his strained jaw in rumination.
“Do you really think I’m like a younger brother?” Bennett asks suddenly, looking up at Childe from where they’re standing in the middle of the cave.
Childe flinches a little, smiling at the boy a bit awkwardly,”Hm… Yeah.” But in a fuckable way, he doesn’t say,”But in a way that has more to do with us being older and younger over us being familial— If that makes sense.”
It does… but Bennett doesn’t really care. He’s just happy someone likes him,”Oh, of course, thanks then...b-big bro.”
Childe’s expression goes dark for a fraction of a second before he catches himself. He shoots Bennett a close-eyed smile.
“You’re welcome, now let’s get back.”
“Mhm!” Bennett fist pumps at the air, picking up his sword and trekking out the cave,”Benny’s Adventure team go!!”
Childe follows behind, bow and arrow in hand, Definitely interesting...