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“Ororon,” Mavuika says, her firm, authoritative voice echoing through the walls of the Speaker’s Chamber. “I am very proud of what Natlan has accomplished, and it was in no small part thanks to what you heroes did to help our plan, but I must still remind you—you broke the rules and disrespected my command. You will need to be punished accordingly nonetheless.”
Next to her, The Captain makes a sound under his breath that Ororon isn’t sure how to interpret. Truthfully, he doesn’t know why the Harbinger is here. The Fatui have been helping here and there with relief efforts and supplies, some soldiers even shedding their uniforms as to not scare children and elders who hadn’t gotten the memo yet—still, despite their tentative collaboration, this hardly seems like a situation where they’d have a say. It’s the Pyro Archon that he betrayed, after all.
“I’m aware, Archon,” he says, infusing all his leftover confidence into his voice and leaving none behind for his legs not to tremble. “I will humbly accept that punishment when the time comes.”
Mavuika hums to herself, perhaps in approval of his words.
“Good,” she says, then takes a step forward into his personal space. His first thought is that she naturally radiates warmth, not unlike a miniature sun—even with the greater part of her power trapped in the Sacred Flame. “In light of your contribution to saving our nation, however, that can wait until we’re all back on our feet—I will think of something when we’re not all running around like headless chickens. You do have… extenuating circumstances to fall back on, too, so don’t worry too much.”
“I see.” He nods, relief washing over him. Granny always says that hiding from what scares you is for fools, and that everything catches up to you in the end no matter what you try to do. Just this time, though, he might allow himself that luxury. “Thank you, Archon. You have my endless gratitude.”
“Good,” she repeats, though the word comes out softer this time. Taken aback, Ororon watches her reach out and gently touch his cheek with her fingertips, her body’s warmth slowly spreading through his own skin. It feels a bit like a lullaby in sensory form, comforting, almost like a heavy blanket—and suddenly, he has to focus to keep his eyes open. “That’s settled, then. Now… Ororon, how are you feeling?”
“Sleepy,” he murmurs, mind wobbly enough not to veto the word before it leaves his mouth.
“Hmph. Aren’t you overdoing it?”
The Captain’s sharp voice immediately cuts through his brain fog, and he finds himself blinking it away.
“Perhaps.” Mavuika lets her arm fall to her side again. Ororon irrationally ends up wishing she hadn’t. “We’ve been a little worried about you. You’ve gone through a lot these past few days.”
“As did everyone,” Ororon says, stumped at her use of we. “I only lost a few vegetables from my garden. I hardly got the worst of it.”
Mavuika shakes her head, though there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
“Loss isn’t the only form of suffering, Ororon,” she says. “You do look like you’re in good spirits, though, so that’s reassuring.”
“I’m…” he trails off, unsure if good spirits is an apt description for the chaos in his head. When he straightens his back, he inadvertently ends up staring back at The Captain instead—or at least, that’s what it feels like. He can never tell what the Harbinger is looking at, with the mask and all. “Doing fine.”
“That’s good to hear,” he says, strangely soft-spoken, and then turns to Mavuika.
She nods, though in response to what is anyone’s guess.
“Come closer,” she says, and so he does, not bothered enough to care about the reasons why. That warmth—he wants to feel it on his skin again. She reaches out to his face and takes hold of it, cradling his cheek in the palm of her hand. “We thought that perhaps there was a way for us both to relieve all your pent-up stress. You can say no, if you don’t want to. We won’t take it to heart.”
“Archon—” he tries, only to startle and halt the rest of his sentence when a heavy, imposing presence presses up against his back from behind, and a pair of large hands settle on his hips in a frigid cold grasp that still isn’t enough to offset the heat radiating from Mavuika’s skin. The Captain—there’s no mistaking those clawed gloves. “I… don’t understand.”
“You’re really as innocent as your Granny says you are,” Mavuika murmurs, her thumb brushing against his jawline until it reaches his mouth. She dips into his lower lip with it, coaxing his mouth a bit more open. Behind him, The Captain presses further into him, and something rock solid grinds against his ass, drawing a confused whimper out of him. “She always says you are a good, sweet boy, too. Can you be that for us, Ororon?”
“I—I can try,” he stutters, his heartbeat running laps in his ribcage.
“That’s what I like to hear,” she purrs, her free hand enveloping his and bringing it to her chest. Ororon gasps, her hand guiding him into unzipping her bodysuit down to her lower stomach, letting her breasts free. “It’s not every day you get to be courted by the First of the Fatui Harbingers, and an Archon—is it?”
Encouraged by her touch, Ororon circles one of her breasts with the palm of his hand, his gaze transfixed. He’s never thought of his own hands as small, yet one still isn’t enough to reach where he wants to.
“I—” he tries to say, his legs shaking just enough for both of them to notice. “Probably not.”
“No need to be nervous,” she says, quiet kindness in her voice mixed with traces of amusement. “Is Capitano’s brooding presence too intimidating for you? I thought you’d be acquainted enough with each other, by now.”
The Captain grunts at her words, just as his breath ghosts Ororon’s neck. He’d been too distracted to notice that the Harbinger’s head was resting on his shoulder. The feeling sends a shiver down his spine.
“This was your idea, Mavuika,” he says under his breath. “I am simply following your instructions.”
“You make it sound like I’m the only one who wanted this,” she says, Ororon’s hand still cupping her breast. “I thought lying was beneath you.”
“You’re not going to argue again, are you?” Ororon blurts out before he can think it over.
The body against his shakes just enough to make him think The Captain is laughing.
“No,” Mavuika confirms, a second later. “We just want to make you feel good. Will you let us?”
“I—yes,” he says before he can find himself stuttering again. “Of course.”
“You’re so cute.” Mavuika lets go of his hand and moves it to the waistband of his pants, where she stops and palms his dick through the layers of clothing. Ororon groans, inadvertently slumping against The Captain’s body. “Like an obedient little puppy.”
“He’s already hard,” the Harbinger murmurs, sending another shiver through his back.
“Mhm,” Mavuika hums under her breath, her hand working his pants open. “It’s quite adorable, don’t you think? Seems he enjoys the sweet talking.”
Ororon’s breath catches in his throat the moment Mavuika’s fingers wrap around his cock.
“Do you, Ororon?” The Captain’s deep voice whispers right into his ear, sending his brain into a frenzy.
“I don’t know,” is all he can find it in himself to say.
“Mavuika,” he continues, the rasp of his voice sending all the blood in Ororon’s veins rushing to his lower stomach. His cock throbs in her hand, already so hard it’s making his head spin. “Make him come like this.”
“Bossy.” She chuckles, her thumb rubbing on the head. “Will you be a good boy for your Archon, Ororon?”
“Yes,” he gasps, The Captain’s breath sending chills down his neck, and then—
Then—
“Ororon, you dimwit!”
He startles so hard he goes crashing into the headboard with his head with the force of a thousand suns.
“Wha—” he mumbles, eyes screwed shut. Wasn’t—the Pyro Archon— “Hurts—”
“Oh, so you are awake! What was that noise? Why are you letting your Granny stand in front of your door like I’m a deliveryman? How were you still sleeping at half past noon? Open the damn door, Ororon! I will make you regret the day—”
Ororon blinks, so disoriented that he still hasn’t quite figured out where he is yet, until he looks down at his lap and realizes he has much bigger problems to deal with.
“Ororon!”
“I need to go to the bathroom!” he exclaims, sprinting out of bed like never before.
It’s the most shameful orgasm of his life.
He is not going to think about any of it as soon as he’s out of the room, and most importantly, he is never talking to his Archon or The Captain ever again.