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Natlan was without a doubt an extremely hot nation. And of course, Capitano made the mistake of wearing all black and a winter coat on top of that heat. While his Cryo powers make it so that he can cool off a bit, he definitely still feels it.
Huffing, he peeled off his coat and tied up his hair, then sat back against the cave wall of their camp out for now. His men were guarding the place outside, no one will come in, and if they do, they will be killed.
A few days ago, they had just arrived in Natlan on boat. The journey was a bit tough, but nothing that the Fatui’s fleet can’t handle. It has pretty much been going smoothly so far, until a day ago, when the captain was taking a stroll to his and his men’s training spot, it was pretty much just a patch of dirt surrounded by trees so he could have a little privacy.
At the moment, nobody should’ve been there except maybe a Fatui agent. However, the only other person he saw there was a young man with curly ginger hair and a grey Fatui uniform, with a red scarf that flowed in the wind while he attacked at a training dummy.
Tartaglia.
The Captain immediately frowned. He was the only harbinger assigned to be in Natlan this early, and this boy was clearly still injured from his time in Fontaine.
He was clearly not in peak condition, huffing and grunting more than he should, his attacks wobbling and his teeth gritting. All on a training dummy. Just how hard is he pushing himself? And when did he even get here.
Crossing his arms, Capitano watched the eleventh harbinger push himself for no reason at all, running out of breath extremely fast.
After a minute of standing and watching, Tartaglia let go of his hydro constructed blades and nearly drop down to his kneels gasping for air. Then, his eyes shifted from the ground to his right, where Capitano stood. His deep, dull blue eyes widened as he continued to pant while he dripped with sweat.
“…sir?” His voice let out, weak, and barely there.
“Why are you here, Tartaglia? I can’t recall putting you on this mission.” Capitano looked down at the ginger boy, and tilted his head. He could feel some bit of fear in him despite his constant presence begging for him for a fight.
Tartaglia stood up, straightening his back in an attempt to appear strong, and confident. “Um…” he laughed awkwardly, and put his hands on his hips. “I felt like I would be really useful in the fight to get the pyro gnosis. Hell, maybe I could even go toe to toe with the archon!”
The boy said this, and yet, he did not sound confident at all.
“I doubt you could even properly fight an abyss lector in the state you’re in, boy. It’s simply foolish to go up against an archon right now, you’ll die.”
At his words, Tartaglia’s brow furrowed and he frowned. “Who are you to decide what I can and can’t do? I have free will now don’t I?” Arrogance dripped into his voice easily, and it reminded Capitano of a young new recruit who hadn’t finished boot camp yet.
“Who am I to decide? You should know what an arrogant and a stupid question that is.”
Tartaglia seized up at that and his breath hitched. “I-” he started, but Capitano cut him off.
“Save it for later. This place is not a vacation zone, and you will not treat it as such. Until we can get you back to the motherland, you will stay in this camp and rest. No further questions, leave, I must train alone.” The Captain’s stance changed, and he walked past him, his coat flowing behind him.
“But, could I-” he heard behind him.
“No further questions.” Footsteps slowly sounded after that, and Capitano pulled out his sword.
Currently, Tartaglia should be resting in his sleeping bag. And yet, here he was sitting across from him nursing his bottle of fire water. At least it was the evening, so he couldn’t even judge him.
He looked up at the captain and set down the bottle, tilting his head while his hooded eyes gazed at some aspect of Capitano’s clothing.
The light from the fire in between them hit Tartaglia’s skin and shaded his face in a way that would seem seductive to most and his voice was definitely sultry when he spoke, “You want some, Captain?” He smiled.
“No, incase of any circumstances where I need to fight, I must not indulge and stay vigilant.”
Tartaglia tilted his head, “There’s vanguards outside. And this area is so remote. C’mon Captain, you can indulge once in awhile, The Tsaritsa won’t smite you for it, she understands.” He pushed the bottle towards Capitano. “The light and warmth of the fire along with a handy bottle of fire water reminds me of home, what does it remind you of?”
Instead of responding to him, Capitano grabbed the bottle in front of him, thankful that the boy in front of him only seemed tipsy, not drunk, and then tilted the bottle fully and poured it all out into the fire.
Tartaglia yelped, backing up as the flame enlarged and got bigger. “Woah man, what the hell?!” He shrieked.
Capitano simply stared at him as the alcohol continued to flow out, the flame encircled his hand, nipping at his flame resistant armor. “I told you I must stay vigilant. This is a foreign nation, and I’d rather not deal with a drunk twenty year old.”
Once the bottle was entirely poured out, Capitano tossed the bottle gently and it hit the ground with a thud.
“I’m twenty-three… and that was the only bottle of liquor I brought with me…”
“Well, since you were planning to fight the pyro archon, that’s a good thing.”
“Hmph…” Tartaglia leaned back, stretched his legs and crossed his arms. “To be honest with you that wasn’t even what I was really here for.”
“Hm?”
“Ah- well, actually that was part of it. But, I really just wanted to um… see you in action.” His voice got quieter on the last part of his sentence as he became less and less confident.
A silence ringed over the cave and Tartaglia’s face flushed with embarrassment while The Captain mulled over his words. That wasn’t even that surprising to him. Every time he has seen the boy, he had stars in his eyes just by looking at him. But stowing himself on a ship all the way to Natlan with a heavy injury? That’s just insane.
“The way you look up to me has made you a bit naive, Tartaglia. It is making you foolish, and clouding your judgement.”
In response, the boy bit his lip and looked down. “Yeah, but can you blame me?”
“I… don’t think I’ve ever ran after an Idol to a foreign nation in the middle of a war.”
Tartaglia laughed loudly, and his cheeks turned a rosy red. “Oh wow, I guess you have a point there!” He scratched the back of his head and his gaze locked with Capitano’s again.“Would you ever want to fight me?”
“I think you misunderstand me, Tartaglia. While I enjoy battle, I do not do it for thrill like you do. I do it for honor, for righteousness.”
The ginger boy waved his hand dismissively with a small smirk, “I mean I know that, but you don’t get any thrill from fighting? None at all?”
Capitano look to the fire in front of him, burning bright. “My heart races, but I wouldn’t say it’s so pleasant. I don’t get much thrill in my life anymore. I’ve devoted it to the Fatui, and her majesty.”
“You don’t get much thrill, huh? So, do you not like thrill? Adrenaline?”
The Captain looked back up at Tartaglia, who was eyeing him as usual. “Why are you asking these questions?”
Oddly enough, Tartaglia spread his legs slightly, looked over him with hooded eyes once more, and moving his head closer to him, nearly hitting the fire with his tussled orange hair. “I respect you a lot sir.”
Obviously. Capitano nodded, wanting him to continue. “And… every since I saw you for the first time at fifteen, I swear all I wanted was to fight by your side, or feel the thrill of fighting you. However, I also realized that I want a bit more than that.”
“Hm.” Capitano looked the boy up and down, noting once more how he has himself stretched out, vulnerable and offering himself. “And what do you want, boy?”
While the fire flickered, he could swear he saw a small flicker of doubt and anxiety in Tartaglia’s eyes, but it quickly went away, replaced with his usual confidence. “If I can’t fight you anytime soon,” he started slowly, his voice smooth, yet quiet. “Perhaps you could maybe indulge tonight? And i could show you how good adrenaline feels?”
Quiet fell over the camp once again, and Capitano stood up, walking over to Tartaglia and looking down at him. He laid an armored hand in the boy’s ginger locks. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more specific with me, eleventh.”
Tartaglia looked up at him with those deep blue eyes, his head moving forward slightly and his back straightening. “Please, fuck me sir.”
The Captain moved his hand down to Tartaglia’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “Good soldier.” He removed his hand, his gaze never leaving Tartaglia’s as he reached down to unzip his pants and pull them down slightly until they revealed his boxers and the outline of his growing cock. “Go on, a good soldier should know what to do.”
Tartaglia seemed to swallow slightly and then nodded up at him, “Yes, sir.” Then, he reached up and pulled down Capitano’s underwear, showing his cock. The boy moaned slightly at the sight, grabbing it and feeling heavier than normal weight in his hand, then bringing it into his mouth.
The moment Capitano’s cock entered Tartaglia’s mouth he groaned in delight, reaching towards the boy and threading his fingers through his soft hair again.
Tartaglia’s unfocused eyes looked up at him, watering because of the stretch of his mouth, and looking for affirmation. Slowly but surely, Tartaglia sunk lower on his thick cock, gagging on it slightly when his nose hit pubic hair.
His hand went to Capitano’s thigh for grip, and Capitano slowly started thrusting into his wet mouth. “Good boy, of course you know how to please your superior.”
If Tartaglia’s head was free, he would’ve nodded vigorously, and Capitano knew that. Instead, the boy simply drooled on his cock and looked up at him with big, blue teary eyes. He looked quite cute like this, so compliant and willing to listen to him.
Tartaglia moved his other hand to Capitano’s other thigh and accepted that he was going to be merely a pretty face and hole for a moment, and fluttered his eyes shut.
Of course, The Captain took this as permission to fuck him properly now. Instead of rocking back in forth in his mouth, his other free hand that was not in the boy’s hair moved down to his throat. He pulled Tartaglia to the tip of his cock and shoved him back down on it, hearing him gag once down.
Capitano groaned again, “Fuck… you pretty thing.” He said lowly before roughly thrusting into him again, and again and again, until his breath was quick and Tartaglia was crying, his tears running down his face mixing in with the drool on his chin.
Suddenly, he pulled Tartaglia off with a wet pop, taking away the hand on his throat. The boy early gasped for hair, looking like a mess after such little time. Hair ruined, tear stains, drool and red rosy cheeks. He looked like a painting.
“Are you alright to continue?”
Tartaglia nodded, “Yes, please.”
“Hm. Good, stand up, strip then back up against the wall.”
The boy nodded again, extremely eager to please as he was already ripping off his clothing then throwing them to the ground into some unknown direction, leaving him bare naked and lining up two hydro covered fingers to his hole.
“I gotta be honest,” he panted out right as he pushed them in way too fast, “Mm… fucking by the fire is kind of hot, feels kind of primal, y’know.”
Capitano didn't dignify that with a response. All he did was grab at his cock and pump it to the sight of the eleventh harbinger squirming on two fingers and a hand on his dick.
Tartaglia gasped and moaned while The Captain watched him close his eyes in pleasure while he prepped himself. After a while, Capitano, the ever patient man grew inpatient and walked up to the boy, grabbed his waist with both of his hands and pulled him into a devouring kiss, which Tartaglia moaned into.
His tongue went deep into him, just as his cock did, and he licked along the insides, tasting him, and feeling him. When he pulled away, there was a string of saliva connecting them Tartaglia gasped, “I didn’t know you had lips.”
“How else would I talk?”
Tartaglia removed his hands from his ass spread his legs properly and tilted his head, offering himself up to The Captain once again. Capitano leaned in, taking up all of the boys personal space and angling his head towards the other, feeling his hot breath on his face. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he spoke lowly, “and please, make sure to keep it down. My men are outside.”
He seemed to pause at that, only now remembering they weren’t technically alone. “Don’t worry, If they see, they won’t say anything. They respect me.” His near whispers seemed to send shivers down Tartaglia’s spine and he nodded before wrapping his legs around The Captain’s waist and his arms around his neck.
Capitano angled himself so that the tip of his cock was at the puckered hole of the boy and used the grip he had on his waist to push him down while thrusted up slowly. While he did so, he heard Tartaglia let out a moan that sounded muffled, most likely from a bit lip.
His ass was even more heavenly than his mouth, wet, tight and utterly perfect. He groaned lowly and thrusted all the way up, and nearly slammed Tartaglia down on his cock.
“Ah… sir,” the boy gasped into his ear quietly, clutching onto the fabric of Capitano’s shirt.
“While it was foolish of you to come here injured, I must say…” his right armored covered hand slowly moved down to his ass, grabbing a fist full of the right cheek. “You have a perfect form, little soldier.”
He was being honest. Tartaglia was in peak condition on most occasions, a lithe body with muscles made him perfect for assassinations and stealth missions, and he had scars all over, wearing them proudly as an award of war.
“Thank you, sir.”
Capitano started to slowly grind and thrust into him, earning muffled groans and pants from the boy he had under his grasp. He could only assume he was enjoying this immensely, getting fucked by his idol while he had complete control over him. Perhaps Tartaglia simply got off on powerful figures.
“Sir-” Tartaglia moaned.
Probably.
“I never knew that the little eleventh was such a whore,” he said deeply, enjoying the way Tartaglia’s body arched into him every thrust, and every tiny, attempted-muffled sound he let out that went right into his ear.
At the sound of his words, Capitano felt the boy clench his hole around him, and his grasp on Capitano’s clothes digging into his skin a bit harder. “Of course you enjoyed that,” he ended the sentence with slamming Tartaglia’s body back down on his cock, and groping his ass.
This time, Tartaglia couldn’t hold back the noise he made, groaning loudly and grinding his ass down back on Capitano. “Did I hit the right spot, little soldier?” He thrusted up again.
The boy bit his lip and nodded before digging his head into The Captain’s neck. “Yes,” he said breathily and quietly.
Capitano felt his cock twitch at this, and decided maybe he should stop procrastinating and teasing. He started fucking into him properly, hard and fast, feeling the way Tartaglia’s grip on him continued to tighten.
“Ah- ah, sir, sir please-” he moaned, scrambling to balance himself of the large man who held him.
“Mm…” he groaned, using Tartaglia’s hole as if it were a toy, roughly manhandling him and shoving him down. “Hush now, soldier.”
Tartaglia’s cock was probably leaking all over his clothes with how much it seemed to bounce up and down with every thrust. It would be a pain to wash out, but this is still very much worth it.
With a particularly hard thrust to the boy’s prostate, that mess became even more on Capitano’s clothes when Tartaglia seemed to make a keening noise and arched into him, coming all over him.
“Hah- ah…” Capitano moved his head back a bit while he started moving inside the boy faster, chasing his release with no abandon. “Good boy, very good…” before he quickly pulled out of him and came all over the boys stomach and peeled away from him.
Tartaglia leaned up against the wall a bit weakly, cum and sweat sticking on him as he panted. “That was fucking awesome,” he said, his head hitting the wall gently.
Capitano looked at his clothes with disgust and started fixing himself up again, putting away his now limp cock and unpinning his hair. “You should probably get at least somewhat dressed before everyone in the team goes to bed.”
“Will I get to sleep with you in your tent?” He said, smiling lightly and tilting his head.
“If you wish so, yes.”
“Cool.”
Capitano made his way to his tent, wear his sleepwear was and made a motion for Tartaglia to follow. At least the boy brought clothes with him.
“We will wash these tomorrow morning in a river,” The Captain said after he got dressed, his back hitting his sleeping bag, which was now right next to Tartaglia’s.
Tartaglia stared at him. “Are you… seriously wearing that?”
Capitano looked down at himself to wear he saw his sleepwear, a proper nightgown, and then looked at Tartaglia, who wore nothing but a black tank top and different boxers. “Yes.”
“Wow, are you like, old?”
“I am in proper and peak condition for combat I am not old.”
“Okay…” Tartaglia blinked at him, and then a flush went to his face. “Um… did I do well?”
Capitano raised an eyebrow, “Yes? Why else would I have orgasmed?”
The boy laughed, a little embarrassed, “Uh.. yeah I guess I get what you mean. But I do have another question.” He said nervously, scratching the back of his head.
“Yes?”
“Can you sign this recruitment poster of you that I have in my bag?”
“Good night Tartaglia.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Good night.”
An Electrohammer Vangaurd stood outside the cave of the Fatui camp with a flushed face. His comrade beside him was sleeping, and he was the only one who had heard those echoes of moaning and skin slapping against each other.
The only people inside the cave at the moment were the eleventh harbinger and the first harbinger.
No one will ever believe him. He stared at the ground before him, he must not tell a soul about this, because surely, Tartaglia or Capitano will kill him.
However, he must say that he is a bit disappointed that the eleventh got to be intimate with The Captain before him.
The Vangaurd sighed. At least he now knew that The Captain liked men.