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Diluc doesn’t like being drunk. Honestly, he doesn’t. Being out of control of his own body is a rather large fear of his. But, he can’t lie. He’s drunk. It kind of feels nice, but he’s done with it. He fumbles with his phone in the bathroom, sending something to Kaeya. He’s not even sure what he’s written but his phone dings with a ‘be there soon’ response and he knows he’ll be alright at least.
Outside. Kaeya’s gonna meet him outside, he can do that. He stumbles his way through a sea of people, ignoring their idle chatter. Maybe he cared before he was drunk but he can’t really be bothered. He wants to go home and sleep.
He’s hit first by chilly night air and he crosses his arms over his chest. It’s cold. God. It’s cold. Why did Diluc agree to come to a party anyways? He’s never been a party type. He doesn’t like being surrounded by people with the expectation to get absolutely plastered.
Well, he’s halfway there. He’s already at the plastered part but that never takes long for him. Jello shots are an incredible invention. He giggles to himself and sighs, watching his breath fog through the air. Is it that cold? Huh. He doesn’t feel that cold, but he feels like a dragon so he does it again, and again. He does it until he’s laughing too hard to force his own breath out.
Kaeya’s car pulls up and Diluc stands up a little straighter. He can fake being sober, definitely. He’s not drunk (he’s very drunk). He can keep it together and act like he simply got tired of being at a party, yeah. Good plan, Diluc.
The car parks. Kaeya steps out and Diluc forgets his plan entirely. All he focuses on is Kaeya. When did he get so big? Has he always been big? No.. no he used to be a lot smaller. But, he’s not anymore.
“There you are,” Kaeya smiles at him and Diluc takes a step back.
“Whoa.”
“Oh?”
Diluc puts his hands on Kaeya’s shoulders. He’s soft. Oh, that’s quite nice, isn’t it? He’s warm and Diluc feels oh so very cold.
“You’re..” He looks at him, really looks at him. He feels like he’s looking at Kaeya for the first time in years even though they live together. The difference is just so stark...yeah. Kaeya used to be so thin. But he’s soft now, cushy, and radiating the type of warmth Diluc craves.
“I’m?” Kaeya holds Diluc’s shoulders back, which feels wrong. Diluc looks down so he doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead he looks at the roundness of Kaeya’s gut, the width of his hips and the girth of his love handles and thighs. What the fuck. How is Kaeya twice the size he used to be? When did that happen?
Diluc’s brain scrambles to fill in details he can’t recall and he reaches his hand down to hesitantly pinch at Kaeya’s belly.
“Fat,” he mutters, going back in for another pinch.
Kaeya bats his hand away, “Wow, you just noticed?”
Diluc snorts and giggles, “Nooo…. Maybe?”
“Oh my god you’re drunk,” Kaeya grabs him by the arm and Diluc stumbles forward as he’s pulled towards the car.
“I am not!”
“You’re not drunk?”
Diluc tries to yank his arm away but Kaeya’s grip is tight. He huffs and pulls again, “Let me go.”
“Tell me how you aren’t drunk, Diluc.”
“Ugh.. this is.. Not fun, let me go.”
“Hm.. I don’t think I will, actually! Get in the car.” Kaeya opens the door and Diluc stands there stubbornly.
“No.”
“Diluc.”
Diluc whines, “Why?”
“Because it’s freezing out and you’re shaking like a leaf. Get in the car.”
“Will I win?”
Kaeya hesitates for a second, his lips twisting in confusion.
“Win what?”
Diluc raises his brows, “I dunno. I just wanna win.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Wait! I know what I want,” Diluc hums, and Kaeya looks like he might blow a fuse if he doesn’t come out with it, “Can we get.. Can..we.” He sways on his feet, thankfully caught in Kaeya’s arms. He’s warm, and soft. Diluc leans into him a little more than he should just to feel his weight against him.
“Hey. Sit down, okay?”
“Mmkay.”
Kaeya guides Diluc into the car and Diluc sits as straight as he can. He’s sober, stone cold sober, yes he is. Not drunk!! Diluc is not drunk. (He’s so drunk, god he’s so fucking drunk)
“What do you want?”
Diluc grins. At this angle Kaeya has a definite double chin, and it’s kind of cute. His face is so round, and soft. He reaches up carefully and pinches his cheek between his fingers. God.. his face is so soft. So cute.
“Stop- hey,” Kaeya laughs, “Okay, I’m fat. I get it, you can stop now.”
“But, it’s so cute,” Diluc can’t help it. He pinches just a little more. “You’re sooooo soft. Like, you used to be so small! You’re big now.”
“I am. Do you have a problem with that?”
Diluc feels scandalized. “What!?”
“Whoa! Calm down drunky, it was just a question-”
“Why would I have a problem?” He pinches Kaeya’s cheeks even harder for emphasis, “I don’t care!!”
“You.. don’t care?”
Diluc nods, “Uh-huh!”
“... We can’t have this conversation right now.”
“Wait-”
“What, Diluc?”
Diluc smiles a bit more sheepishly, “I wanna feel.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Please?” Diluc bats his lashes and tries to drop his hands down to Kaeya’s plentiful midsection, and god is he soft. His fat is so squishy, pliant beneath Diluc’s fingers in a way he can only describe as comforting.
“Alright, you copped your feel. Can we go home?”
“Yeah.” Diluc sighs mournfully and pulls away, buckling his seatbelt as Kaeya shuts the door and makes it over to the driver’s side. It takes Kaeya longer to get settled and Diluc tosses his head over his shoulder to watch him.
Kaeya messes with the seatbelt, stretching it over the expanse of his belly. Diluc is mesmerized by his movements. He watches the slight jiggle around Kaeya’s biceps as he starts the car and switches gears.
He’s so soft looking now. Diluc thinks the word he’s looking for is pillowy. Kaeya simply looks like the perfect image of decadence. Diluc’s eyes trail down and he thinks that’s definitely the case. Kaeya’s thighs are so plump and perfect..
His lashes flutter and he feels a little warm as sleep pulls him in.
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Diluc awakens on the couch, which isn’t abnormal. What is abnormal is the smell in the air. Sugar and cinnamon permeate through the room and he sits up slowly. He scrubs the sleep from his eyes as he tries to ignore the painful throbbing across his temples.
“Rise and shine sleeping beauty.”
He groans, pressing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, “Stop.”
“Nah ah, ah. Someone decided to get drunk, now they have to deal with the consequences.”
Diluc sighs heavily, “Why are you like this?”
He feels the couch dip under Kaeya’s weight but he doesn’t look at him, not yet. He presses at his eyes until he starts seeing black and purple dots and that’s when he finally opens his eyes again. At least he’s back home.
Kaeya nudges his shoulder and Diluc turns slowly to look at him. A plate stands between them. Coffee cake, still warm. That’s what Diluc was smelling earlier. It looks delicious actually. Perfectly baked, crumbly on the top accompanied by a smell so rich it makes Diluc’s mouth water.
He shouldn’t..
“I’m fine.”
“Eat it.”
“I’m good, thanks..”
“Diluc,” Kaeya speaks sternly, “I’m asking you to eat the cake that I made.”
He shifts uncomfortably, “I’m just not hungry right now.”
“Bullshit.”
Diluc closes his eyes again, “I’m not doing this right now.”
“Oh, but you are. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“Noticed what, exactly?” If Kaeya wants to play this game, Diluc can play it. He crosses one leg over the other, leans against the back of the couch to keep himself grounded.
“You’ve been doing an awful lot of cooking but not a lot of eating.”
“Okay. So?”
Kaeya kisses his teeth, “So. You’re going to start eating.”
“I just told you, I’m not hungry.”
“When are you ever?”
Diluc doesn’t reply. He isn’t very hungry very often anymore. It was hard after the accident. Medications made him too nauseous to move and now he just doesn’t really crave food the same way.
But he’s angry, and his head hurts. He can’t explain that to Kaeya. No. What slips out of his mouth is,
“Well sorry I can’t be a bottomless pit like you.”
“Ouch. Anything else to say?”
Diluc’s face feels hot. He clenches his fists in his lap and tries not to grind his teeth. Why is he so angry? He shouldn’t be. He knows Kaeya is trying to help. He knows that’s what Kaeya is doing.
Kaeya puts the plate in Diluc’s lap and Diluc stares down at the menace before him.
“No, I don’t.”
“Good. I spent time on this, I want you to at least try it.”
Diluc sighs and picks up the fork, piercing through the cake with ease. The texture already looks amazing. Fluffy, soft. The streusel in the middle is perfectly done..
“Why? Albedo would like this more than me..”
Kaeya’s hand is actually warm against his back.
“You’re kinda scary, y’know?”
“I’m scary?”
Kaeya laughs, “Y’know. You wake up, you cook a frenzy, then you lay back down for the rest of the day that’s… kind of scary.”
“I make food and that’s scary?”
“Well, you never eat what you make. That’s what makes it scary.”
“Oh.”
Diluc looks at the cake again and finally takes a bite. The flavor is beautiful. The inside is fluffy, buttery, and overall so decadent it makes Diluc’s mouth water. The streusel on top is done to perfection, the brown sugar and cinnamon flavors compliment the caramelization from the oven beautifully. He forgets that food can taste good. Food can taste so wonderful…
“It’s delicious.”