deathbed

by wolfhooks

Category: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Genre: (though there isn't actually any), Alpha Kaeya (Genshin Impact),
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Fatui
Harbinger Kaeya, M/M, Omega Diluc (Genshin Impact), Rape/Non-con Elements, Risk of
Pregnancy, Self-Harm
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2021-02-10
Updated: 2021-02-10
Packaged: 2021-03-16 01:08:26
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,498
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29323731
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/wolfhooks/pseuds/wolfhooks
Summary: “Tell me your name,” Kaeya murmurs again, exerting further pressure. The
omega’s jaw tightens at that but he stays silent for several moments. It’s too much
for him to resist this time and he swallows, irritated.“Diluc,” he finally says
with so much bitterness, Kaeya can taste it. There’s something impressive about the
sheer amount of loathing he’s able to convey through his voice alone.“A pretty name
for a pretty face,” Kaeya breathes, sliding a knuckle down Diluc’s jawline. “And
you being an omega makes my job infinitely easier though, doesn’t it?”Or: As a
Fatui Harbinger, Kaeya Alberich simply exists to ruin. Perhaps it was only a matter
of time until he met someone a bit too difficult to tear apart.
Relationships: Diluc/Kaeya (Genshin Impact)
Comments: 56
Kudos: 605

deathbed

Kaeya never truly escaped Khaenri’ah.

As much as he’s tried, the past clings to him like a shadow. There are memories he
would rather forget and thoughts that haunt him, a living nightmare that he can’t
yet abandon. But he knows that he is too dark to be touched by light, always
ruthless but never gentle or kind. Those from Khaenri’ah don’t have the liberty to
choose what kind of person they wish to be. Choice is a privilege he could never
dream to experience.

Kaeya doesn’t know how old he was when he was abandoned in the Fatui’s stead. He
doesn’t know how old he is now, as the years of his childhood are fuzzy and
difficult to remember, but he was never able to find a home in Snezhnaya
regardless. The sword he carried was more of a brother to him than the hands of the
Fatui, and the scent of cold steel became more familiar than the warmth of love.
There is no doubt in Kaeya’s mind that he is incapable of feeling it, at least at
this point. His mouth worships the sweetness of blood and he’s long since cast away
any wishes to be soft or good. As jagged and vicious as he’s become, there’s
nowhere to go from here.

Nowhere but up.

Kaeya kills enough people to wonder if he is a person. He kills so many and so

often, it feels strange when his hands aren’t slick with red. Yet some part of him
wants more, to chase that darkness as far as it will lead him. It tempts him,
beckons him closer and he can’t help but reach towards it.

This comes so easily to him, he wonders if he was created to sin. A natural born
killer, a full fledged horror with hundreds of eyes, wings, feathers. He is the
only one who understands himself and the extent of this loneliness. But it isn’t
painful, no, it just leaves him with a resounding emptiness that seeks to be filled
with something.

Whatever this feeling is must be the antithesis of godhood: to be so human, so

mortal and so monstrous, every fiber of Kaeya’s being aches with vice. With greed,
with lust. He exists to corrupt and destroy.

Perhaps it was inevitable for him to climb to the rank of Harbinger, then. It earns
him more freedom to do as he wishes, which only drives the thirst to indulge
himself. There is nothing left besides finding the highest degree of pleasure he
can reach all while pushing further. Maybe it’s a form of challenge that he just
can’t resist, something bound in alpha genes, but he always wants more.

Ever empty but never full, Kaeya simply exists to ruin.

* * *

Every now and then, someone becomes a thorn in the Fatui’s side.

It’s rare, however: many problems are dealt with before they even have the
potential to worsen. The Fatui is an organization so large and so powerful, there
are few who can even come close to posing a threat. Their wealth and influence make
it very difficult for those who seek to interfere.

Yet despite that, there seems to be a young man who slices his way through their
strongholds with too much ease. He leaves no one alive and any agents sent to
retrieve intel have never returned. There is too little information on whoever has
wreaked this much havoc and it makes the other Harbingers annoyed at best, furious
at worst.

But Kaeya?

Kaeya is thrilled.

This is something new to experience, and despite being a Harbinger, always finds
himself cleaning the messes of his associates. He enjoys dirtying his hands with
the sorts of things that someone of his reputation wouldn’t normally concern
themselves with. The Tsaritsa knows this quite well, which is likely why she
personally assigned this task to him.

All he needs to do is capture and kill him, which should be easy enough.

It doesn’t take him too long to get a lead. It’s not much as this man is very good
at covering his tracks, but Kaeya is simply better at finding them. While the
purged strongholds all exist in varying distances from one another, he believes
there’s a pattern to the way they’re targeted. The killings may be indiscriminate,
but the process of choosing which one to attack next clearly isn’t.

The man targets strongholds with more agents than not, though the reason for it is
unknown. Skirmishers and mages must not interest him for whatever reason. But if
Kaeya is correct about this, then there are about four camps that the man could
ambush before the week is over: a one in four chance.

Luck has always been on Kaeya’s side, so he doubts he’ll choose wrong.

After all, he was lucky enough to stay alive this long, wasn’t he?

* * *

Kaeya is sure to don a Fatui agent uniform when he enters the premises.

The key is to not stand out or rouse suspicion in any way, though if he’s being
honest, he finds the outfit quite comfortable regardless. It’s warm enough to brave
the icy winds of Snezhnaya and the gloves fit tight and snug, a satisfying feeling.
The mask is unnecessary since he deems the hood to be enough to conceal his
identity, especially since he won’t be out and about too often.

As night falls, Kaeya stays in one of the rooms on the second floor of the
stronghold. It’s empty besides the dim candlelight that shines from the corner,
flickering whenever shadows creep close. He keeps his gaze fixed outside to watch
for even the slightest movement. So far it’s been quiet enough, though not too
quiet either.

Kaeya leans back against the wall, his head tilted
He did pick a rather large stronghold, so maybe it
rat would actually try to challenge this place. It
Kaeya still isn’t sure just how much that man has.
anything about him at all.
against the frame of the window.
was a stretch to assume that the
would take a lot of nerve and
In fact, he doesn’t know

Maybe Kaeya should have waited longer. Until he had more information instead of
gambling away one of his chances, though he just has a feeling that this was the
right decision to make.

Though before he can finish the thought, there’s a thin creak.

It’s soft enough to be barely audible, but Kaeya hears it regardless. His gaze
flicks towards the doorway though he sees nothing but darkness. There must be
something there, as Fatui agents themselves are trained to move in silence. Kaeya
shifts away from the wall he was leaning against as he slowly approaches the
hallway.

It’s entirely empty, which isn’t a surprise. At least there’s no dead bodies, but
at this point, Kaeya thinks he might prefer them. Some sort of trail to follow
would be nice.

Right at that moment, he senses something behind him. Kaeya whips around and
catches someone’s wrist, twisting it and pinching the nerve hard enough to earn him
a groan. Before the blade clatters to the ground, Kaeya catches it with his free
hand and shoves the man to the floor.

“You could’ve hurt someone with that knife.” Kaeya kicks the door closed with ease,
cutting off the only exit left. “Not me, though.”
The man shoots him a glare as he backs up against the wall. He dons a Fatui agent
uniform as well, likely stripped from one of his victims. His red eyes are framed
by a black mask that covers the top half of his face, coupled with red hair that
spills over one shoulder through the hood. He looks… young. About the same age as
Kaeya, even, which is unexpected, though he doesn’t carry any particular scent
either.

Still, it’s obvious he’s an alpha just from the way he moves. It’s with purpose and
confidence, two traits that assert pride in a way that proves his worth. He must
not know that Kaeya is a Harbinger, under the clear assumption that he’s just
another agent.

How wrong he is.

Quicker than Kaeya can blink, the man throws yet another knife. Kaeya barely dodges
it that time as it spins past his ear and pierces the door behind him. However, the
distraction is enough for the man to yank down his sleeve to reveal a glove and a
flash of red. Kaeya can’t even get a good look before chains fly in his direction,
coiling around his arm and dragging him forward.

_ That _ catches him off guard. His breath catches in his throat as he’s yanked
towards the floor, but he reacts just fast enough to slam his knee straight into
the alpha’s stomach on his way down. He chokes and the chains loosen slightly,
allowing Kaeya to freeze them with ease. They crack beneath the weight of the cold
and shatter as soon as Kaeya jerks away.

The man’s eyes harden and he reaches for another knife, but Kaeya is already
flipping him over to press his chest against the floor. Kaeya pins that man’s wrist
behind his back, forcing it so far up that it drags a hiss of pain from his lips.
It’s then when Kaeya can get a much better look at the glove: there seems to be a
vision—no, _ delusion _ —that’s locked in the center. But it doesn’t have the
Fatui symbol on it, which means it wasn’t stolen off an agent.

And those chains…

Kaeya leans down, pressing his full weight into the alpha’s back. The pressure
makes him wince and try to squirm from his grip, though of course to no avail. Even
with that strange delusion, a Harbinger is much stronger than he could ever be.

“Where did you get this?” Kaeya asks, his lips brushing against the man’s ear. “Not
from the Tsaritsa, I presume.”

He scoffs beneath him, clearly disgusted by their proximity. Still, he says nothing
and it looks like he has no intention of answering the question.

Kaeya will have to change that.

“You don’t want to talk?” Kaeya murmurs, softer this time. “Maybe you just need a
little push.”

He grips two of the man’s fingers tightly enough to bruise. There isn’t a moment
for him to react before Kaeya twists them hard, an audible crack splitting the air.

It should have been enough to make him scream but it instead comes out as a pained
cry through grit teeth. He instinctively jerks away from Kaeya, or at least he
tries to, but he’s being held far too tightly to move. A familiar heat pools in
Kaeya’s guts and he hums softly, pleased with the view.
“I’ll break all of them if I have to,” Kaeya says coolly. “And a few other limbs,
if you want to test me.”

The man shoots him an angry stare but still doesn’t budge. How stubborn, or maybe
just smart. But right as Kaeya readies himself to snap another finger, he catches
the faintest scent.

He wouldn’t have noticed it if he weren’t this close, and even then, it’s hardly
detectable. As he lowers himself further, the man tenses and tries to shrink back
against the floor. To no avail, however, as Kaeya slackens his jaw to taste the
air. It leads beneath the alpha’s clothing and Kaeya wastes no time gripping his
collar, tearing it in one swift movement.

And just like that, it reveals the last thing Kaeya had ever expected.

There’s bandages wrapped across the area right between the neck and shoulder, bound
so tightly that Kaeya already knows what’s beneath. It doesn’t take even a bit of
force to rip them off, though it’s painful enough to make the man beneath him hiss.
That sweet scent suddenly hits Kaeya at full force, thick and enveloping as it
wraps around his brain.

_ Omega. _

Just as he thought, there was a scent gland underneath. It’s pink and raised, but
there are dozens of pale scars etched into the edges, obviously self inflicted.
Nevertheless, an omega’s body will always seek to breed, healing the glands rather
quickly no matter how much abuse they endure.

For possibly the first time in Kaeya’s life, he feels genuine surprise.

Omegas are the most inferior in the world’s hierarchy, a fact so normalized that
it’s rarely challenged. They aren’t taught to read or write, as it would be
pointless when they mostly exist to be married off or bred in whorehouses. It begs
the question of how an omega like this came to be.

(An omega who can kill trained members of the Fatui.)

(An omega who can defeat agents, mages, and skirmishers alike, with so much ease
that he even caught a Harbinger off guard.)

Kaeya would doubt it but the delusion confirms the fact, as well as the skill that
man used it with. But maybe it does make sense: beneath the agent uniform, he does
seem a bit smaller in stature compared to Kaeya. It all just feels unexpected, so
much so that he can’t help but wonder what else might be in store.

After a few moments of silence, he gently hooks a finger in the omega’s hair to
pull it over the other shoulder. It allows him to get a better look, and while the
man doesn’t outright flinch, he does tense beneath Kaeya’s touch. He’s apprehensive
and clearly cautious, but if he feels any amount of fear, he must be controlling it
well.

“Tell me your name.”

It comes out dark and heavy, an alpha command used to force a reply. As an
extension of dominance, it should be enough to make him talk. But the omega’s
restraint is strong enough to push back against it: he keeps his eyes averted,
still refusing to budge.

_ So much pride. _
Kaeya cocks his head with interest, leaning forward as he catches the omega’s chin
between two fingers. He pulls his eyes towards him, coaxing them to meet his own.
The omega hardens his glare even as he’s forced to look up at Kaeya.

“Tell me,” Kaeya murmurs again, exerting further pressure. The omega’s jaw tightens
at that but he stays silent for several moments. It’s too much for him to resist
this time and he swallows, irritated.

“Diluc,” he finally says with so much bitterness, Kaeya can taste it. There’s
something impressive about the sheer amount of loathing he’s able to convey through
his voice alone.

“A pretty name for a pretty face,” Kaeya breathes, sliding a knuckle down Diluc’s
jawline. “And you being an omega makes my job infinitely easier though, doesn’t
it?”

Diluc doesn’t respond but he doesn’t avert his eyes either, meeting Kaeya’s head
on. It seems he has no intention of speaking, though it shouldn’t really matter.
Kaeya can make him talk through other means.

“Now tell me about that delusion,” Kaeya continues, channeling the command once
more. “Where did you get it and how can you use it?”

There’s a resounding silence as Diluc presses his lips into a thin, firm line. His
jaw is set and he continues to keep Kaeya’s gaze, making no move to look away. It
must be quite the struggle, but somehow, he withstands it. No omega should be able
to, especially from an alpha like Kaeya.

“Your self control is incredible,” Kaeya muses, and Diluc flashes him a disgusted
look.

“Eat shit.”

_ He has a mouth on him. _ But his voice came tight and restrained, betraying any
sense of control. There’s something special about that strength that only piques
Kaeya’s interest further. For the sake of self indulgence, Kaeya gives Diluc a look
over: under normal circumstances, the Fatui could sell him for a high price. He has
the sort of beauty that seems so… pure.

Unmarked and untouched, perfect in a way that Kaeya wants to pull apart.

Diluc seems to know what Kaeya is thinking. Perhaps it’s omega instinct, but his
demeanor shifts beneath Kaeya’s gaze. There’s a certain apprehension that comes
from an animal once it realizes it’s trapped and Kaeya can see it in Diluc’s eyes.
It’s the way they watch him with such hesitance, something careful.

Maybe Kaeya is weak. Maybe it’s that wanting, that longing, that greed. Maybe it’s
the way Diluc smells, so sweet that he just can’t resist. But Kaeya finds himself
leaning forward, pinning his entire weight against Diluc’s back as he presses his
lips to the scent gland.

Diluc shivers beneath him and flinches away, or at least tries to, but his muscles
forcibly relax as Kaeya teeths the gland. It tastes warm and smooth like honey,
swollen enough for Kaeya to roll his tongue against it. That draws a thin noise
from Diluc’s lips, one that sounds of protest.

An omega body is meant to be handled by an alpha. It’s the sort of urge that pumps
through Kaeya’s blood, one that grows with each passing moment. He has just enough
thought to pull his cock from his pants and slide Diluc’s halfway down his thighs,
hooking an arm under Diluc’s waist to pull his hips up.

It’s enough to make Diluc shudder, his pulse drumming quicker than ever. He squirms
in Kaeya’s grip but he’s held in place, forced harder against the floor.

“You’re so pretty,” Kaeya murmurs against the shell of his ear. “Just waiting to
get bred, like a good omega.”

“Get off me,” Diluc whispers, a noticeable strain to his voice. It comes out softer
than Kaeya expects. “I’m not on suppressants, so don’t.”

“You think I care if I knock you up?” Kaeya asks, amused.

Something shifts in Diluc’s eyes: as skilled as he is at keeping composure, Kaeya

can taste a growing sense of fear. It’s subtle but it’s there, lingering beneath
that cold exterior. How vulnerable.

“I can fuck you if I want to,” Kaeya continues, darker this time. His words make
Diluc tense further. “And if you’re too weak to stop me, then it’s your fault for
not being strong enough.”

He sinks his teeth into the scent gland, harder than before, and Diluc gasps as his
body slackens at once. That pulse quickens, pounding hard enough for Kaeya to feel
it under Diluc’s flesh. But whether he likes it or not, the tip of Kaeya’s cock
begins to press inside, the rim of Diluc’s hole forcibly stretching around it.

And fuck, it’s _ tight. _

So tight that it meets resistance, squeezing Kaeya’s length like a vice. Impatient,
Kaeya bites hard enough on the gland to break flesh. That draws a pained noise from
Diluc and Kaeya tastes blood, though Diluc relaxes enough for Kaeya to force
himself further. Diluc’s hole twitches around him, sucking his cock in as slick
begins to drip between Diluc’s thighs. Not in excess, but enough to keep the walls
from tearing.

Any other omega would be soaked, even against their will. He’s so tight that Kaeya
would have guessed he’s never taken cock in his life.

Unless…

“You’re a virgin,” Kaeya purrs at the realization, his brain wrapped in thick fog.
“You’re going to go into heat.”

“I won’t,” Diluc says with a tremble to his voice. But Kaeya grips the base of his
ponytail and yanks his head back, forcibly offering his neck for Kaeya to scent.
It’s so soft, so chaste that it nearly makes him dizzy.

There is no way.

An omega like this is rare. Any whore can be picked off the streets but purity is
far too difficult to come by. Yet with every passing second, Diluc’s body easily
adjusts to its newfound position: slick drips between his thighs, allowing Kaeya’s
cock to slide even deeper. By the time he fills Diluc up to the top of the knot,
the tip drags against a spot that makes the omega gasp.

It’s something soft and tender, a tight bundle of nerves that only an alpha’s cock
can reach. Diluc’s walls tighten a bit when Kaeya prods against it, though they
relax enough for him to slide back out. Kaeya growls softly as he teeths the gland,
keeping Diluc as pliant as possible as he begins to thrust.

And of course, Diluc refuses to look at him. Kaeya expects glassy eyes, maybe even
ones filled with panic or dread. But they’re hard and resilient, a bright red
chiseled with precision and a relentless drive to survive. Even with his legs
spread and his body forcibly bred, his pride has terrifying strength.

It’s astonishing.

“Wow,” Kaeya breathes, and he hears himself grinning. “You’re beautiful.”

That draws Diluc’s attention, and as those eyes slide up towards him, Kaeya feels
his heart fill with giddiness. That look is so cold and so filled with loathing,
the sight makes blood rush to Kaeya’s cock. Diluc doesn’t even have to say a word
for Kaeya to know just how much he hates him.

But every time he takes Kaeya to the hilt, his breath hitches in a way he tries to
swallow down. The knot catches on the rim and kisses his hole, slick drooling
around Kaeya’s cock with each thrust. It’s so warm and so tight, his walls cling to
every inch to pull him deeper. Any omega wouldn’t have been able to last this long,
yet Diluc stays intact.

Sweat rolls down Diluc’s neck, flaring the scent gland and making it pulse with
heat and need. He’s likely too weak to fight back now—not with his body slack like
this, his hole open and ready for Kaeya to fuck—but he still holds on and refuses
to break.

Beneath it all, Kaeya knows that the scent of heat creeps closer.

It’s that sickly sweet smell that makes his head feel light, driving the pace of
his hips. The pheromones are much stronger than he expected but fuck, he wants to
knot him. He wants to cum inside, to fill him up over and over again. It collides
with that tactless urge to destroy and Kaeya feels the near-desperate instinct to
possess Diluc entirely.

Fuck.

Fuck, he needs it.

An omega who has never been touched, never spoiled. An omega with a heart of iron
and a tongue as sharp as his eyes. An omega that presents such a challenge that
he’s able to resist a heat through willpower alone, despite how close he is to
breaking.

It’s the most breathtaking thing Kaeya has ever seen in his life. Saying he’s
enamored would be an understatement, no, but he’s far too intrigued to be purely
obsessed.

Kaeya’s knot catches on the rim and he growls with need, thrusting forward
violently. It drags a sharp cry from Diluc, muffled only through grit teeth as the
sour scent of panic fills the air. The sort of omega anxiety that makes Kaeya’s
heart beat quicker, hungry as he begins to sink the knot inside.

This time Diluc pushes back against Kaeya with a surprising amount of strength,
though Kaeya presses his entire weight into Diluc to keep him pinned against the
floor. Even as Diluc squirms, he can do nothing as the knot is forced deeper.

“You bastard,” Diluc gasps, shaky as he writhes in Kaeya’s grip. “Don’t you fucking
dare.”
Kaeya purrs softly at that. “Making demands now, are we?”

Diluc’s eyes harden as his nostrils flare, ever furious and fearful. But
something’s changed in him now and Kaeya recognizes it as the type of dread that
comes fresh and raw. The kind that makes people swallow their pride.

“I’ll tell you,” Diluc whispers so softly that Kaeya wonders if he heard him. “If
you don’t do it, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Kaeya tilts his head with interest, stilling his hips. Diluc meets his gaze with as
much civility as the situation will allow, though it seems to be a last resort more
than anything.

“The delusion then,” Kaeya says coolly. “Where did you get it?”

There’s silence for a moment as Diluc struggles to pull himself back from the edge
of heat. He tightens slightly around Kaeya’s cock and slick continues to drip
between his legs.

“Get off me first,” Diluc murmurs, and Kaeya nearly finds it amusing.

“Answer the question and I just might,” he replies.

Diluc isn’t in a position to refuse and he must know it. His strength has limits,
and while he has succeeded in keeping himself together, there is no doubt in
Kaeya’s mind that those walls will crumble. This illusion of control only exists to
keep him intact for the time being.

(It’s actually quite endearing.)

“My father,” Diluc finally says, strained. “It belonged to him.”

“He used it?” Kaeya asks.

“He did.”

The answer is short, just as Kaeya expected. The information doesn’t narrow down
much. It would make sense if his father was Fatui, but then why hold this much
rage? And how would he have hidden an omega son for so long?

A knock comes at the door and Diluc stiffens beneath him. Kaeya straightens a bit
though he keeps Diluc pinned, glancing towards the sound’s direction.

“Master Kaeya,” the voice comes, likely from an agent of theirs. “There is a
message for you from the Tsaritsa. It was delivered this evening.”

Ah, damn.

His cover is blown, and in that moment, every ounce of color drains from Diluc’s
face.

The fact that Kaeya is a Harbinger must come as a shock. That cold exterior
dissipates into thin air and is replaced by something Kaeya has never seen before:
a sense, a feeling that is too mixed for him to determine at first glance. He
doubts Diluc knows either, his brain likely lagging and processing what he just
heard. Kaeya has to act before he comes to his senses, and in one swift movement,
he snaps his hips forward and slams the knot inside.
Diluc’s back arches and he opens his mouth to cry out, but Kaeya claps a hand over
his mouth to muffle the noise. He tries to writhe from Kaeya’s grip but to no
avail, not with the knot inside him like this. Kaeya moans softly as Diluc’s hole
pulses around him, squeezing him tightly enough to lock the knot in place. It’s
enough to finally make him cum, his cock twitching as it fills Diluc with alpha
seed.

Not a single drop escapes with Diluc as tight as he is, squeezing every inch of
him. He never went into heat, which is rather surprising as Kaeya fully expected
it, but if Diluc gets knocked up anyways then it really isn’t his concern.

“Thank you,” Kaeya finally calls out once he’s caught his breath. “I’ll be sure to
take a look at those orders soon enough, as I am a bit busy at the moment.”

“Yes sir.”

The sound of steps leaves them, and when Kaeya is sure the agent has left, his grip
slides to the back of Diluc’s neck to keep him pinned in place. Diluc instinctively
tries to pull away, though the knot ties them together and prevents him from doing
so.

“Get it out of me,” he whispers, panic creeping into his voice. “I did what you
asked so why—”

“I wanted to,” Kaeya says simply. He rubs slow, gentle circles into the nape of his
neck and Diluc jerks away with disgust.

“You’ve already touched me enough,” he hisses, more violent this time. “Keep your
damn hands off me.”

“Is that any way to speak to a Harbinger?”

Diluc’s eyes flash. What a spitfire this one is, with a knife for a tongue and a
deathly sharpness to him that Kaeya wouldn’t dare underestimate. He holds so much
anger and disgust towards himself, he must be turning it outwards.

“You’re going to burn in hell,” Diluc replies, ice cold. “And I promise that I will
be the one to put you there.”

Kaeya tsks softly at that. “That’s quite the threat—”

Before he can even finish his words, Diluc’s swings his elbow back to strikes.
Kaeya dodges on instinct but not quick enough to avoid Diluc’s grip on his collar:
in one swift movement, Diluc yanks him forward and slams his head into the
floorboards next to him. There’s a sharp crack and Kaeya snarls with rage, a
stabbing ache shooting through his temple as his vision blurs for a moment.

Kaeya is reeling, trying to come to his senses when he feels Diluc’s hand yanking
the delusion from his pocket. He acts quickly to grip Diluc’s wrist and pin it
down, but it’s already clutched in his palm. Those chains shoot from it and coil
around his neck, choking him of air and forcing him against the floor. His fingers
curl around them to put room between his throat and the chains themselves, but he
refuses to let go of Diluc’s arm.

There’s a pressure on Kaeya’s cock, one he can hardly register, but it’s followed
by a pained hiss from Diluc. The scent of blood as well, mixed with alpha cum and
Kaeya already knows Diluc is trying to force himself off the knot. Kaeya doesn’t
think, he only reacts: he grips Diluc’s wrist tightly, his hold on him growing
colder as he channels his Vision. It’s a blast of frigid ice that burns Diluc’s
flesh and it drags a sharp cry from his lips, muffled only through grit teeth.

The delusion falls to the floor with a clatter and the chains on Kaeya’s throat
finally release. Diluc reaches for his delusion again but Kaeya knocks it across
the floorboards and away from the two of them. It seems he succeeded in pulling out
the knot—not that it matters, since Kaeya came so deep inside that there is bound
to be some left.

But right then, a flash of metal catches his eye. By the time Kaeya spots it, it’s
already too late: the knife from before is back in Diluc’s hand and it’s aiming
straight for his throat.

Kaeya reacts faster than he thinks.

He catches the blade with his raw hand and it slices along his palm, gripping it
tighter to stop it before it reaches his neck. It cuts deeper than expected and
Kaeya gasps as it hits bone. Which one he isn’t sure, but it’s dangerously close to
the joint of his thumb and he doesn’t feel like losing a finger. Diluc pushes
harder against him and the point of the knife nearly touches Kaeya’s pulse.

It hurts like a bitch, but it’s actually a little thrilling. His lips turn upwards
into a sly smile, leaving him to cock his head as he slowly turns the trembling
knife away with one hand. Even with both hands on the blade’s handle, Diluc is
unable to overpower Kaeya.

“You’re slippery,” Kaeya admits, unable to help the giddiness in his voice. His
heart is pounding in his chest, alive for what feels like the first time in his
life. “I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on you, won’t I?”

Diluc only watches him with the same degree of loathing, though his disgust somehow
seems stronger. But Kaeya doesn’t make the same mistake twice, and before Diluc can
act again, he slams the sharp edge of his hand against the back of his neck in one
swift chop.

It’s enough force to knock Diluc unconscious, the knife falling from his grip with
a thud. He crumples against the floor with ease and Kaeya finally relaxes, sighing
softly. It isn’t until now when he can take a good look at his hand: the wound is
so wide, it bleeds in excess with red rolling down his forearm. Some drips from his
elbow and Kaeya can’t resist licking a clean stripe from his wrist.

In the corner of his eye, he spots fresh blood and cum smeared between Diluc’s pale
thighs. There’s still a bit oozing from his hole, pink and abused. Kaeya is often
addicted to the havoc he wreaks and the pain he causes, a longing that seeks more
to satisfy the craving.

But right now, he feels satisfied. Wholeheartedly, with his heart full and his
greed satiated. He isn’t sure why but he feels whole, though there’s no way to tell
just how long it will last.

As filthy as he is, it feels like he was able to take a piece of Diluc’s purity
from him. Something sweet and tender and untouched, only to use it as a vessel to
channel the extent of his sin. Kaeya wonders if this is what confession is like, to
show all flaws on full display and to be judged by something far more beautiful
than he is.

It may prove to be his most fatal mistake, but Kaeya couldn’t possibly kill Diluc
here. Defying the orders of the Tsaritsa is something he’s done very few times
before, though he doubts he could regret it this time.
No, he could never regret something like this.

Never the pursuit of something that makes him feel so alive.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> i wrote a fic with a similar premise a long time ago and i realized i just like
certain tropes so much that i'll carry them through all my fandoms. one of those is
alpha-finds-out-another-alpha-is-an-omega-and-fucks-them. also i'm obsessed with
fatui harbinger kaeya, as well as any fucked up version of him honestly, so yeah.
lots of brainrot in that department and i will definitely try to write more, haha.
>
> i want to make this a multi chap but i'm not entirely sure yet. it works well on
its own but i do have ideas for a second chapter anyways. so if you liked the fic
or are interested in a continuation, kudos and comments are a great way to let me
know (as well as very appreciated)! then i can kind of gauge a response and figure
out what to do next. it would help me out a lot!
>
> anyways, i made a twitter for this account as well, so you can follow me at
[@woIfhooks](https://twitter.com/woIfhooks). that’s where i’ll be posting snippets,
links, and ideas sometimes. i would also love to interact with you all more
extensively, so yeah!
>
> thank you for reading and have a really wonderful day!

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