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Another year, another Weinlesefest, a festival celebrating the return of the anemo archon. It’s the busiest time of the year for Diluc and the Dawn Winery, but also the most rewarding. Seeing the kegs all full, brewing wine, and the casks in the cellar aging it to perfection, it fills Diluc with satisfaction.
An important aspect of Weinlesefest is Windcoming Day, where the wine is removed from its cask to invite the anemo archon for a drink. If he approves of the wine, a gentle breeze is sent their way. Realistically, everyone always receives that blessing, Venti is far too much of a drunk to turn down any wine offered to him.
Just like every other year, Diluc holds a dinner party at the Dawn Winery, not to celebrate their drunkard of an archon, more so for the wine and successful harvests of the year. Adeline and the other maids work diligently to make the mansion spotless and prepare a magnificent dinner for their guests.
“It’s looking very nice,” Diluc says to Adeline, who gives him a cheery smile. The table is donned with a rich wine red runner with a candelabra in the middle. Similarly colored placemats sit in front of every chair, above it is their finest Liyuean plates, along with beautiful and ornate silverware crafted locally by Wagner’s apprentice using locally sourced materials. There is, of course, also a wine glass next to each placemat, freshly polished and sparkling.
Diluc opens the door to the cellar and walks down the creaky wooden stairs. The cellar is cold and lined with gray bricks, sconces attached to them to illuminate the room, though it’s still dim. Nearly a hundred casks stand full of wine, but there is one special one he brewed just for this occasion in a smaller spare cask. He lifts it with ease and slowly walks up the stairs with it.
When back upstairs, Diluc gently sets it on the floor at the head of the table. Behind him he hears the doors to the winery open, and chatter coming with it. The tycoon turns around and sees his guests: Kaeya, Jean, Lisa, Albedo, Amber, Eula, and of course, Venti.
“Welcome, you’re just in time,” Diluc says with a polite smile. “Please, take a seat. Dinner should be ready any minute now.”
“Woah,” Amber says, looking around the room as she takes a seat. “Everything looks so nice!”
“Yeah, you really went all out this year,” adds Jean as she and Lisa take a seat next to each other.
“It wasn’t really me, I owe it to my employees, especially Adeline and Elzer.” Diluc then walks into the kitchen to check on dinner, and as expected it’s just finished. He grabs one silver platter and brings it out to the table as the other maids follow. In unison, they each set them down, spanning from one side of the table to the next. A sweet madame, sticky honey roast, cold cut platter, and more simple sides such as corn and mashed potatoes. So many delicious smells waft through the room, and as Diluc scans his guests, each of them practically drooling over the food.
As he looks at his guests, they each are sitting with their respective partners, per se. Jean and Lisa, Eula and Amber, Albedo and Kaeya. But Venti sits happily next to an empty seat. Diluc sighs,
“Before we eat, let us open this year's special cask of wine,” Diluc says, placing it on the table. “It is a mix of dandelion’s and cecilia’s to add an additional floral note.” He takes off the top and fills a pitcher with it, then goes around to fill everyone’s glass with a generous portion, as any good barkeep would.
“Cecilia’s too?” Venti says, perking up in excitement. Cecilia’s are his favorite flower, but he can’t say he had ever had it in wine. This surely granted a light breeze for all in the Dawn Winery. Diluc’s eyes shoot to Venti as it passes through the dining room, who gives him a cheeky smile back.
“Very interesting,” Kaeya says, examining it as Diluc pours him a glass.
“It smells wonderful,” Lisa adds, taking a sip. “And tastes wonderful too. Well done, cutie!”
“Yes, I can certainly taste the cecilia,” Albedo says after a sip.
“I think this is one of your best,” Eula says with a smile. “Well done, Diluc.”
“Thank you,” he says as he sits down next to the bard. “But please, let’s eat before the food gets cold.” His guests didn’t have to be told twice, as they instantly dug in and took their fair share. Diluc smiles, satisfied with the work of his maids as he grabs his own portion. Perhaps a raise is in order, he thinks.
“Psst, master Diluc,” Venti whispers, poking the tycoon's arm and bringing him out of his own head. He holds up his empty wine glass, handing it to the tycoon. “Can I get another glass?”
“You already finished yours?” Diluc scoffs. “There’s only enough for you each to have two large glasses, so savor it.” Hesitantly, he grabs the pitcher and refills it, then refills Venti’s glass.
“How about I have yours then? You’re not much of a drinker.”
“I’ll give you my second glass, but I’d like to have at least some of my creation, bard. And unlike you I have some restraint.”
Venti pouts, taking the glass and returning to his food.
The night continues without incident. They all chatter amongst each other, Lisa being a flirt, Eula declaring vengeance, Albedo discussing new alchemy projects with Jean, Kaeya making snide remarks to his brother, and Amber just jumps in wherever she deems fit. It seems that everyone is getting along and having a good time, but someone is missing.
“That damn bard,” Diluc says to himself, his hands forming into tight fists under the table. He looks behind him and sees the cellar door slightly ajar, not at all how he had left it hours prior.
“Please excuse me everyone,” he says begrudgingly, standing up slowly with a deep breath. He is trying desperately to maintain his composure, but that bard pushes him over the edge. “I have to check on something in the cellar.”
His guests hum and nod in approval, so he turns around to the cellar door. He closes it and slowly walks down the stairs, trying to be quiet, but these stairs are far too noisy.
As he steps off the stairs into the dim cold cellar, he slowly strolls around looking for the bard. He notices one cask’s lid wasn’t put on properly, so he heads towards it. Sure enough, Venti is sitting there, sipping from his glass of wine.
“Uh-oh,” he says after seeing Diluc. The bard scrambles to get up but Diluc grabs him by his cape, pulling him backwards. Diluc pushes him against one of the casks and traps him with his arms.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“You ran out of wine upstairs.”
“And? Did those three glasses not satisfy you enough?”
“Master Diluc, it’s Weinlesefest! There’s never enough wine.”
Diluc stares daggers into the bard. He takes a fistfu of his shirt and lifts him up. “You are the sorriest, saddest excuse for an archon I've ever heard of. You ungrateful, selfish, pathetic bard.”
“I never knew you thought of me so highly, Master Diluc,” Venti chides. Diluc then throws him to the ground, but Venti lightens his fall with a small breeze and stands up.
“You wish,” he spat. “I can’t stand you.”
“Then why do you keep me around, hm? Why do you invite me to dinners? Why did you fuck me last week- ngh!“
Venti is cut off by Diluc’s large hand around his thin neck. “Listen here bard, I just wanted to relax and have a nice dinner with friends without any of your bullshit. But you once again take advantage of my kindness and of this winery.”
“And what are you going to do about that?” Venti chokes out with a smile.
That smile alone completely shattered Diluc’s composure into a million pieces. He smashes their lips together, their tongues exploring each other's mouth. Diluc makes quick work of Venti’s cape and corset, throwing them to the ground with force. He then rips off his undershirt, popping off more than a few buttons. Diluc’s mouth moves downwards to the bards neck, nipping and sucking at it to leave blotches of red and purple.
“Oh, master Diluc,” Venti sighs. “You truly know how to treat a man-“
“Quiet,” Diluc snaps, cutting the bard off. “No more of your snarky comments, bard, or I’ll leave you here and go back to dinner.”
“Could you call me Barbatos?”
“Why would I do that?”
“You did last week-“ Diluc once again smashes their lips together, desperate to get the bard to be quiet. He hoists him up to sit in one of the casks, where the focus switches to Diluc’s clothing. Venti slides off Diluc’s coat and undoes his tie, letting them both fall to the floor. He then unbuttons the tycoons shirt, his fingers much more nimble and patient. Venti then begins to take off the rest of his clothes, slipping his shorts off, revealing his small leaking cock, then moving to his tights.
“No, leave those,” Diluc says breathlessly, grabbing the bard's wrist. “I like them.” The tights, white with a diamond pattern on its side, stop mid thigh. There, the soft skin and fat of Venti’s thighs reveal themselves. Diluc is particularly mesmerized by how the tights squish his thighs, something he enjoys all too much.
Suddenly realizing how tight his pants feel, Diluc turns his attention to his own pants. He quickly undoes his buckle and slips off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, exposing his hard, leaking cock. Venti can’t help but moan at the sight of it. It was thick, long, and veiny, all things Venti craved.
Diluc grabs Venti’s arm and forces him to his knees, and the bard puts up no fight. The tycoon grabs his chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open. He holds this pose for a moment, admiring how malleable and willing the man below him is.
“You really would let me do anything to you, huh?” Venti nods, eyes glassy and yearning. Diluc smiles, his eyes narrowed. Venti lets out a little whine, desperate for more, so Diluc obliges. After collecting a pool of saliva in his mouth, he spits it downwards and directly into the mouth of the bard.
“Swallow.” Diluc quickly forces his mouth shut. Venti hesitates, shocked at what had just happened. Diluc’s grip tightens. “I said fucking swallow, whore.”
Venti does as he says, the tycoon watching closely as his throat bobs up and down. Diluc then lets go, but he’s not quite finished. He slaps Venti’s face, causing him to fall to the side with a cry, but he is quickly brought back up by his hair.
“Open your mouth,” Diluc demands, tightening his grip on the bard's hair. Venti obliges, desperately wanting to be good for him. The tycoon pulls Venti closer, letting his cock meet his red and plump lips. Diluc pushes in instantly, giving the bard no time to adjust or prepare. Venti gags as his cock hits the back of his throat, producing a gush of spit. But Diluc hadn’t even bottomed out yet, so he pushed forward down the bard's throat before pulling back out with a groan.
Venti coughed and sputtered, holding on to the back of the tycoon's thighs. He was allowed a few deep breaths, but it wasn’t long before Diluc shoved himself back in completely, causing him to gag again and for tears to gather in his eyes. But instead of pulling out completely, he only does so partially before slamming back in. Diluc’s hand returns to Venti’s hair, gripping it tightly as he starts fucking into the bards mouth at a moderate pace.
“You love this, don’t you? Being used like the pathetic slut you are,” Diluc groans, admiring the spit and tears that cover Venti's face. “It’s only fair, right? With how you use me? So I guess this is our new dynamic, bard.” He emphasizes the last word by slamming in quickly. Venti moans around it, sending vibrations to Diluc’s tip.
Diluc picks up the pace, thrusting himself in harder and faster as he keeps Venti’s head still. The bard's eyes have never left his, not once. Those gorgeous eyes, glassy, half lidded, and desperate.
“Ngh… fuck…” Diluc moans, his grip on Venti’s hair tightening. “I know you want me to cum down your throat, right? Ah… but really it doesn’t matter what you want. Ngh… this is for me.”
The tycoon’s thrusts turn frantic, desperately chasing his climax. The sight below him is too perfect, plump abused lips wrapped around his cock, tears rolling down the bard's cheeks, spit dangling from his mouth - he looked like the picture perfect definition of debauched. Diluc couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a few more pumps, Diluc cums down the bard's throat with an animalistic groan. A few more thrusts help lead him through his climax, but then he pulls his now softened cock out of the bard's mouth. Venti’s mouth hangs open, cum and saliva dripping out, but Diluc is quick to catch it in his hand.
“Don’t let any of it go to waste,” he says, and Venti blindly follows, desperately lapping up and swallowing what Diluc had to offer. The tycoon can already feel his cock hardening again.
“Now stand up.” Diluc grabs the bard by his arm and hoists him onto his wobbly legs. The tycoon also turns him around, so his back touches his chest.
“We’re not finished yet, bard,” Diluc whispers in his ear. His hot breath tickles the back of Venti’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Diluc places his hands tightly on the bards hips and once again latches on to the side of his neck — biting, sucking, kissing. Biting, sucking, kissing. Venti can’t help but moan.
“D-Diluc-“
“Master Diluc,” the tycoon hisses, his grip tightening. “Right now, I am your master. Refer to me properly.”
“Master… M-Master Diluc,” Venti sighs, melting into Diluc’s touch. “Please…”
“Please what, bard?”
“Fuck me,” he says breathlessly. “Please fuck me.”
“Hm, I’m not sure,” Diluc hums, pretending to think. Of course he was already going to fuck him, but he had an idea. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” Venti gasped, reaching back to hold the tycoons face. “Please, I'll do anything. Please Master Diluc please, please. I need your cock in me. Please.”
“So desperate, so pathetic,” Diluc says, shoving his fingers in the bard’s mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me.”
Venti wastes no time and begins to eagerly suck on his fingers, twirling his tongue around them and covering them with his saliva. After some time, Diluc pulls them out to see them sufficiently wet. He then bends the bard over a cask and rubs his wet fingers on his rim. He also can’t resist but to give his ass a harsh slap, which makes Venti yelp.
Before long, Diluc inserts the two fingers inside of the bard, slowly fucking and scissoring him open.
“More,” Venti sighs, pushing his hips backwards, which results in an even harder slap to his ass.
“I’ll decide when you deserve more. Now stay still.”
Diluc continues working him open by adding a third finger and upping the pace. As much as he loved seeing Venti choke on his dick, he loved the sounds of his soft moans and whimpers even more.
Suddenly, the tycoon removes his fingers and forces Venti to stand up again and presses his back to his chest.
“I’m going to pick you up. Stay still or I’ll drop you.” Diluc takes one arm and hooks it under Venti’s knee. Before moving to pick up his other leg, he first aims his newly hard cock at the bard’s hole and slowly pushes in. Venti sighs, finally getting what he’s truly been craving.
Diluc then does as he did with the bard's leg but to the other, hooking his arm under it. Gravity does its job and forces Venti down farther, Diluc’s cock almost completely engulfed. But almost is not enough, so Diluc thrusts upwards, meeting him the rest of the way.
“Ah! Master Diluc,” Venti moans, his hands going to the man’s strong arms. “You fill me so well.”
“I know,” Diluc says, nipping at his ear from behind. “Because you were made for me to use.” The tycoon lifts Venti before letting him drop back down, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside of him just right.
“Mngh… right there Master Diluc,” the bard moans, basking in the pleasure. “Faster, please.”
Diluc nearly snapped at him in retaliation, but he was feeling generous, so he did as asked. After all, Venti had been behaving and following directions quite well, rewarding him may help train this stubborn bard.
He lifts Venti up again and lets gravity bring him back down, and repeats this at a quick pace. With each movement the bard's own cock bounces, dripping precum onto the floor, which Diluc finds oddly hypnotic.
“You’re such a whore,” Diluc says breathlessly, continuing to lift and drop Venti. “If only the entirety of Mondstadt could see you like this, pathetic. They’d never see you the same. Their beloved bard, a whore. Imagine if they knew who you truly were.”
Venti couldn’t help but let a particularly loud moan slip past his lips. The idea of being watched, combined with Diluc’s masterful degradation. He throws his head back, resting it on the tycoon's shoulder, giving him perfect access to the bard’s neck. He sucks, bites, and kisses his skin even more, deeply so no one could mistake what they are. So everyone knows that he is owned.
After a few more rounds of lifting and dropping, Diluc pulls out and puts the bard down, Venti looks confused, but his worries are erased as Diluc once again bends him over a cask. He pushes back in without hesitation, continuing at the same pace, slamming directly into the bard's sweet spot. The tycoon's hands grip the bard's waist tight, leaving red marks behind.
“F-Fuck! Oh gods,” Venti exclaimed, desperately clutching on to the cask below him. His legs wobble, barely holding him up. “So good, don’t stop master Diluc! Yes! Don’t stop!”
“If only you could see yourself,” Diluc says, leaning over the smaller man. He grabs a fistful of his hair, tugging him up so he can see the bard’s face. His tongue is lolled out of his mouth, panting like an excited puppy, eyes rolled back as far as they could go. Venti has become completely unraveled, and Diluc loved it.
“M-Master Diluc! I… I’m gonna-“ Venti barely squeaks out. Mere seconds later, the bard cums, ropes of white shooting out of his cock and onto the floor.
“Untouched,” Diluc scowls. “Pathetic.” His lets go of Venti’s hair, his head dropping onto the cask. Diluc’s thrusts once again turn frantic, desperately chasing his own release. Every once and a while he graces the bard’s reddened and abused ass with a brutal slap. Venti just lies there and takes it, his head resting on the cask, drooling with his tongue hanging lazily out of his mouth.
With a few more pumps, Diluc cums deep inside the bard below him with a loud groan. His nails dig into the bard's soft hips, nearly drawing blood. A few more slow and deep thrusts lead him through the orgasm. As he pulls out, cum dribbles out of Venti’s hole, a view so obscene but equally as beautiful.
Diluc takes a seat on the floor, but not before giving Venti’s ass another hard smack. Venti joins him moments after, leaning onto Diluc’s well defined chest which rises up and down at a slow pace.
“How long were we at it,” Diluc asks after catching his breath.
“Over an hour for sure,” Venti replies with a sigh.
“They’re going to kill me.” Diluc places his head in his hands. “So much for this being a secret affair.”
“Not my fault you got so worked up over wine.”
Diluc shoots him a glare through narrowed eyes, standing up and gathering his clothes. He begins to redress, sliding on his boxers and pants first. “I suppose as the host I should check on my guests.”
“I can’t wait to see their reaction-“
“No, you’re staying down here. If I can preserve even a sliver of my dignity by not letting them see you I would prefer that.”
“So you’re leaving me down here? In the dark, cold cellar?” Venti dramatically wraps his arms around himself, pouting at Diluc.
“You’ll be fine. I’ll be back, I just need them to leave first.” Diluc finally slips back on his jacket and his shoes. “How do I look?”
“Like you just had hot sweaty hate sex in a cellar.”
Diluc groans, furrowing his brows. He turns on his heels towards the stairs and walks up them, the loud creaking surely alerting his guests to his return.
We need to fix these damn stairs.
After taking a deep breath, Diluc opens the cellar door to the dining area. His guests, all still there, stare at him. Jean shakes her head at him, Lisa can barely hold back her laughter, Amber smiles nervously, Eula chuckles, Albedo studies him, and Kaeya can’t help but give him a cheeky smile.
“Apologies for taking so long,” Diluc says, fixing his tie and trying to sound casual. “A cask broke and it needed to be cleaned before it attracted bugs.”
“Sure,” Eula says. “Whatever you say, Master Diluc.”
“Seems as though the wine hit you harder than usual, Eula. Anyways, did you all finish your dinner?”
“We did, it was delicious,” Kaeya says with a smirk, tapping his finger on the wooden table. “But how about you, dear brother?”
“Sure sounded like it,” Lisa chuckled, unable to hold it back any longer. “At least twice.”
“It’s getting late, I think it’s about time for you all to head home. Thank you for coming.”
“I could say the same thing to you,” Lisa chides as she strolls past the tycoon, Jean following close behind.
The rest head out, giving their thanks and trying to remain casual. However, Kaeya hangs back.
“Don’t worry dear brother, we’ve all had sex where we shouldn’t have,” the knight jokes. “Trust me, I’ve heard some interesting noises coming from Jean’s office late at night. And don’t get me started on me and Albedo-“
“Have a good night, Kaeya,” Diluc says plainly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You as well,” he replies with a smirk, then strolls away. Diluc watches him go, making sure he and everyone else have left and the door is closed.
“Are they gone?” a voice behind him whispers. It’s Venti, peeking through a crack in the door.
“Yes,” Diluc says, slipping off his jacket and wrapping it around him to cover his nudity. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“Oh but Master Diluc, I can hardly walk.” Venti’s legs wobble as he clutches the jacket. “Won’t you carry me?”
“Then how in Celestia did you make it up the stairs?” Venti doesn’t say anything, only using his hand to send a breeze right to Diluc’s face.
Diluc sighs, but obliges and picks him up bridal style, carrying him all the way upstairs to the master bathroom. The tycoon sets him down on his feet and slips off his coat before drawing a warm bath. Venti climbs in, sinking into the water and letting the warmth overtake him. Diluc grabs a damp rag and begins to delicately wipe off the remnants of cum, sweat, spit, and tears from the bard’s face.
“Seems as though you care for me more than you’d like to admit,” Venti teases, closing his eyes and sinking into the bath further.
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“Only when your cock is in my mouth.”
“Hm. I suppose I will have to do that more often then.”
“I’d love that.”