i'd sell my own bones for jade stones, cause green is your favorite color

Red was filling his vision. Where was he? What had passed? He could remember screams. He could remember tears. Neither his own, but still he remembered them. Slowly the field came into view, the landscape had been clawed up it seemed by a demon. Was that the demon he was fighting or was that him? 

The pole arm fell from the Adeptus’ hand as his mind reeled trying to make sense of what was going on. It felt as though his own mind had betrayed him. Where would he go from here? Perhaps death. That might be best. If he had caused all of this pain then he deserved death, it would only help others. So the Adeptus bent, bringing the polearm back into his hand. 

Could he impale himself? Would that kill him? Would that finally bring peace to his mind? And then, there was music.

The bard sensed dread, the overwhelming pain from a thousand years all manifesting at once; he could sense anguish and agony, and he longed to soothe the one it came from. The figure was unapproachable, but he doubted words or affection could be of use in that situation. He tried to clear his mind as panic filled him. 

Sitting near the water away from the other he did the only thing he could think to do. He looked to the moon, taking a deep breath before bringing a flute to his lips, no tune in mind as he played what he felt, a melody that he had never heard or played before. He let his thoughts drift as he tried to express what he felt through his instrument, relaxing as his sense of panic subsided. He allowed himself to glance at the other, hope in his heart as he turned back, continuing to play with no desire to finish his song anytime soon.

Music had always seemed frivolous before, a human pleasure that wasn’t available to those who had to fight for their very existence. Yet here was music unlike any the Adeptus had ever heard, music that seemed to call out to him particularly. That was a slightly ridiculous thought. Nobody, nobody would call out to him, unless it was for violence and bloodshed. What else was he good for? 

And yet he allowed himself the luxury of a pause. The music would stop and then he could return considering his suicide, but he might as well hear this music out while it lasted. As the tune continued, the Adeptus lifted his head from the bloodied ground to meet the gaze of a stranger. A kind figure, that acknowledged the Adeptus’ existence, acknowledged his pain. 

The music no longer was happenstance, but a purposeful act aimed only for him. If the Adeptus thought he could cry, he likely would have. Someone had reached out for the sole purpose of comfort….perhaps life was not a waste after all.

Venti only smiled at the other for a moment, his eyes kind and caring before he turned away, not wanting him to feel as though he was invading his moment of vulnerability. He continued playing, it came natural to him and was mindless at that point as he allowed himself to close his eyes, feeling comfort from the other's presence and the fact that he was still there, still breathing.

He sent a light breeze their way, a breeze that ruffled his hair and clothes and lifted the scent of blood and death from around them. It was in this way that he could hope to embrace the other and make him feel as if he weren't suffering alone on a battlefield, but surrounded by love and care.

It was not just music, but the scent of flowers too that were washing peace over him. Who....who was this boy? The Adeptus wanted to take a step forward, to interact, to thank him. Yet this gift of peace and love was momentary, but the karmic debt he was incurring would be with a lifetime burden. This stranger, this kind, loving stranger, did not deserve to be burdened. And so the Adeptus did not move, he sat, and closed his eyes, letting his senses give into the will of this musician for the time being. If he could find peace now, perhaps he could find peace in the future.

As he approached the familiar marsh Venti felt his heart rate quicken, taking in the scenery around him. Memories flashed in his mind, memories of that night, of the one he met there. Not a day passed where he didn't think about him, or worry about him; he felt an attachment to him, as if there were an invisible string tying them together.

On his visits to Liyue he hoped to see him again, but the other hadn't made an appearance and he wouldn't go out of his way to summon him, at least not until now. He knew the chances of them both being in the same place at the same time were slim, but it was worth trying to Venti. 

He sat down in the same place he once did, looking at the calm scenery that had once been covered in blood and death. Turning to face sky as he once had, he began to play something cheerful and sweet to pass the time.

The marsh had, since the day of their encounter, been a part of the Adeptus' patrol through Liyue. He justified it to himself in some ways, arguing that it perhaps would be the perfect resting place for ne'er-do-wells. In reality, however, the Adeptus was hoping to catch some sign of the bard who saved him once before. His existence was indebted to that song, to that wind. 

Years passed, however, and the Adeptus realized that the bard was likely dead at that point, memories of that day forgotten to all but him. And yet he continued on his path, hoping that maybe he might run into a different bard, one who could tell him more about his kind friend.

It was a warm, sunny Liyue day when the Adeptus spotted the bard next. He was there. He was still alive and he was there, playing that same song. Slowly, the Adeptus came into the other's view, at a loss on what to say.

He could sense the presence of another, looking up slowly to find that it was him, the one he had been long yearning for. Just being in the other's presence and seeing him brought Venti a bit of peace. He tried to calm his nerves as he continued to play, hoping that if his appearance was lost to memory, the song would be remembered. 

He finished the song after a while and, realizing this wasn't an opportunity to waste, he pulled the flute from his lips to smile at the other, gesturing for him to come closer. "You're here...it's been quite some time," he rested his instrument on the rock and slid off of it so he was level with the other, approaching him slowly, "I’m glad you're here."

His throat caught as the bard approached. Who was this boy? How had he not died yet? Xiao stared as the bard walked towards him, how was he not afraid? Xiao was not necessarily known for being a welcoming presence, protective, yes, but not kind. And yet the bard was now almost within arm’s length. 

"How are you alive?" the words fell from Xiao's lips before he had thought what to say. Mentally, he chided himself, what a stupid first sentence. And yet Xiao still had to know, know how he was still here, still playing that song. Did he remember Xiao? Did he care?

The other smiled, giggling softly, "How are you alive?" he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow playfully and avoiding the question; he knew if Xiao knew he was the Anemo Archon it would be hard to get close to him, and he couldn't let that happen, not after he'd just found him again. 

Venti looked Xiao over once quickly, as if to make sure he was real and not a figment of his imagination. He smiled once again, "Trivial things such as that don't matter, I’m just glad to see you again after so much time. I’m really happy you're still here."

Xiao could tell this bard was avoiding his questions, that much was clear. While he wasn't sure the reason as to why, yet, he would figure it out. For now though, his mind had stuck on the fact that the bard was happy to see him, that he remembered. It made Xiao's heart beat a bit faster, that fact coupled with the smiling face. 

"I live, that's my duty, to live for Liyue's sake," he responded a bit coldly, knowing that it been anyone else he likely wouldn't have even given an answer to begin with. "Who are you?" he dared the bard to evade him once more.

He looked away from the man in front of him, looking out at the scenery around them, "Your duty? Is to live not for yourself, but for a place?" he brought a hand to his chin in thought, "Well, at the very least I’m glad you have something to live for, even if it's an obligation." His gaze returned to the other, his eyes now serious though he smiled still. 

He decided to give the Adeptus in front of him some idea of who he was so he answered simply, "My name is Venti, I’m a bard from Mondstadt, and there isn't really much else to say about me," he stepped closer to the other, "Now tell me about yourself."

"Venti," Xiao repeated, feeling the way the it sounded in his mouth. At least he had a name now to associate with the person who brought him out of darkness. He still did not know much else, anything new. The clothes clearly distinguished him from Mondstadt and no amateur could have played the flute as beautifully as he did. But he had asked a question, asked about Xiao. 

The Adeptus fell silent, before speaking softly, "I am not interesting," Xiao no longer wanted to look Venti in the eye, averting his gaze downward instead, "Thank you for your kindness that day but please do not bother yourself with me any longer."

The stranger’s expression immediately turned solemn, "It's not a bother, and I want to know more about you," he stepped even closer, almost reaching out to the other but hesitating, “I find you interesting." he felt like his words carried little meaning so he decided to skip the awkward small talk and took a deep breath, "I played for you because you are worth saving. Your life has value and meaning. You're still here because you're supposed to be-because the universe wants you here, not because of some contract." he tried to read the other's expression, "I’m glad you're still here, and I hope you stay here until you learn to live for yourself, not for others."

Xiao was taken aback slightly the bard's change in tone, how solemn he became all of a sudden, "You didn't know me," Xiao corrected, feeling at that moment as though Venti had hit on a sensitive nerve, one Xiao had spent years covering up, "Why would you save someone you didn't know?" Xiao felt the urge to run, to don his mask and hide away from the world once more. But Venti's clear eyes and earnest gaze kept the Adeptus' feet in place. "And I live to pay back my debt, I do not have the luxury humans to do live for other reasons."

His eyes remained sad, a heavy feeling weighing on his heart, "I...I didn't know you personally, but I didn't need to. I heard a soul suffering and I couldn't let you die. I don't care what kind of person you think you are or what you've done. It's clear to me that you feel undeserving of being saved but I’m telling you that you deserve to live, and you deserve to be free from the debts you're suffering from." the fact that the other looked as if he would run any second didn't go unnoticed, and Venti wanted to make sure he said what he needed to while he had the chance.

"Who are you?" Xiao repeated once more, meeting Venti's eyes with a fierce threat. This bard, it seemed, had looked into his soul and found a part of the Adeptus that had long since been hidden. No ordinary bard of Mondstadt could do this. Xiao decided then that he did not want to see Venti again, that it was easier to run away, but before he did he needed to know, "Tell me who you really are.”

He blinked in surprise, getting slightly nervous as he looked to the ground, "I told you, I’m just a bard from Mondstadt..." He knew the other wouldn't accept that answer but he wasn't going to reveal everything right away, "That's all you need to know, really, there's nothing else to know about me.." he met his eyes once again, although he had already accepted defeat, his gaze was unwavering, almost challenging.

Xiao narrowed his eyes, "I see you are holding to your lie. I can't force you to tell me and you can't make me stay," he turned and made a move to go before the memory of years passed washed over him once more, not just the violence but the peace he felt too. 

Venti so far was intrusive and annoying, but he was also the only one that had ever given Xiao a sense of calm. So the Adeptus stopped, back still turned and asked quietly, "Play it again?"

Venti's heart dropped when he watched the other turn away, silently accepting the fact that he most likely wouldn't be able to talk to him again, but once he heard the words the other mumbled a smile came to his face, "Of course," he walked past him to a patch of land that was dry and sat down, motioning for the other to join him, "Come, sit with me...I'll play for you if you tell me your name."

He turned back around to walk towards Venti once more. Though Xiao felt the impulse to run, the innate need to hear the song once more, and feel the love in it. So he sat stiffly, a few feet away from the bard before looking at him once more and nodding, "I go by Xiao." he let his head rest against the jade of his spear and closed his eyes, hoping Venti would stop asking questions and simply play the music.

He smiled softly, already noticing the other relax, "'Xiao is a lovely and honorable name," he began to play without another word, once again becoming lost in the music, his mind going back to the day he first played it. 

His thoughts drifted and it was as if time was standing still. All he was conscious of was the soothing presence next to him and the gentle breeze he was sending their way. He felt content in that moment, playing for Xiao, knowing that it would soothe him and, like that night, he had no desire to stop playing any time soon.

Xiao couldn’t help but flush a bit at the compliment. His name was a gift from Morax, a reprieve from the burden of Alatus. It was another debt to repay in Xiao's eyes, but perhaps it was better than that as well. 

As Venti played, Xiao found himself lost in a trance-like state. Unlike previous bouts of this sort of feeling, that were usually soaked in blood and pain, images and noises that kept him up at night, Venti reminded him of a soft wind and a gentle touch. The music coaxed a feeling out of Xiao that the Adeptus had not let himself feel since that fateful day. It could have been minutes or eons that Xiao sat there, letting himself be swept away.

Venti wasn't sure how long it had been when his eyes blinked open, pausing the music momentarily to take in his surroundings once again, as if he had woken up from a long nap. His gaze drifted to Xiao, noting how he leaned against his spear and he took a minute to think about how many times he had done so before, how many times he couldn't afford to rest peacefully, not thinking about fighting. Though the bard still held the flute to his lips, there was no music playing as he became lost staring at the other, feeling serene in Xiao's company despite the coldness he gave him.

Xiao could hear the song come to an end, or at least a pause. It took him a moment or two, though, to pull his mind back to reality, back to the moment. He felt lighter, the tension and weight in his shoulder momentarily eased. Xiao knew it would return, as pain often did, but this reprieve was a gift. He let his eyes flutter open as he stood up straight once more, allowing a moment to look at Venti. This was no mortal bard, not with his music or his presence. 

If Xiao had been in his right mind he would have pressed the question once more, but at the moment he was too at peace to begin an argument. Instead a soft smile, barely there, but more of a smile than Xiao had felt in centuries, came to his lips, "Thank you for that."

After snapping out of his small trance, Venti pulled the flute away, resting it in his lap as he averted his gaze, slightly embarrassed. He remained where he was, and after a minute he smiled up at Xiao warmly, "There's no need to thank me...it was a pleasure. I would play for you anytime," he looked out to the horizon, thinking about the other's soft smile made him feel warm, "If you are ever in need of a moment of peace, just call out for me." he looked over the flute in his hands for a moment, trying to hide the light blush that settled on his cheeks, "I would be there in an instant, no matter when or where, and I mean that sincerely and wholeheartedly."

Xiao nodded. He wanted desperately to ask more, to ask Venti why he was offering himself, and his music, without asking anything in return. Everything carried a debt alongside it, that was a fact Xiao knew well, one that he could not escape no matter how much he tried. It didn't really make sense to the Adeptus. And yet at this point in their conversation, Xiao accepted it as a part of who Venti was. That did not stop him from turning pink as he offered himself, "And to you as well. I want to repay you for your kindness. If you ask the darkness for Xiao, I will come."

Venti grabbed onto the cloth hanging from Xiao's clothes lightly. "No." his expression was serious, almost stern, "I am not another debt for you to repay, neither is my music." he looked up at the other, "if you want to offer yourself to me then do it of your own free will, out of the kindness of your own heart, not because you think you owe it to me." he stood up, eyes level with the other's as he still held on to his clothes, "You owe me nothing-absolutely nothing. I play for you because it soothes you and if you think you give me nothing in return that's wrong because your presence soothes me. You owe me nothing and I won't let you think that you do, not even for a minute." Once he realized he was still holding onto the Adeptus' clothes he let go, "Please, just let me give you some peace, I don't want to add to your suffering."

The bard caught Xiao off guard, the sudden sternness and commanding tone. Nobody had quite talked to Xiao that way before, at least not to those ends. Sure, he had been commanded by Morax and others, but it was to accomplish something. This, this had no end. It was existence in a pure form, freedom in a pure form. It was Venti. 

Xiao nodded once more, "You have not added to my suffering," he assured, meeting the bard's eyes, "And I offer this..." he paused, "I offer this not as repayment. I know I will rarely seek you out, that is my nature, but I..." Xiao trailed off and let his head fall against his polearm once more. It felt selfish to outright tell Venti that he wished to see him again. It was true though, and it was also true that when the yaksha found himself once again steeped in violence and blood, that he would not reach out, would not want to taint the pure goodness of the bard.

Venti smiled sadly, "I know that you will rarely seek me out...so I will make sure to visit you at times." he hoped it wasn't obvious that he was more than excited to see Xiao again, because even still, the reality of their situation was never out of Venti's mind, the fragility of Xiao's life was something he couldn't forget. 

He stepped back, as if telling Xiao it was okay for him to leave, "But Xiao," for the first time he looked weary, scared even, "don't let it get to that point again, please, call for me before that happens, or if it happens, just-" he tried to find the right words but for once, words were lost to him, "Don't be afraid to call out to me. I will come to you every time." he touched the other's face softly, "And I will always be here to catch you when you fall."

Xiao had no words left, really. He had never been one for words ever, and yet Venti had brought that out, and now in the face of Venti's seemingly worried face, the words left him once more. Instead, he let his hand reach up, to hold over Venti's for a moment, taking one last drink from the bard's clear eyes. And with that Xiao had vanished once more, not sure when he would call out next for Venti's help, but wanting more than ever to see the bard again.

It had been years, how many Xiao had lost count, since he saw Venti last. Yet not a day passed where he had not thought of him, his music, his kind smile, his bright eyes, and more importantly his words. The Adeptus had not changed, not really, but there was now a more ever present question nagging his mind as he took orders from Morax and lived his life in sacrifice to Liyue: what would it look like to live his life according to himself? 

Unfortunately that question was never long-lived, and Xiao found himself again in the throes of despair, of violence. No matter much good he tried to do in the world, it would never wash away his sins, it would never make him clean. So he sat, sat on the roof of the newly established Wangshu Inn, a largely barren human abode, but one that Xiao had found to be a good spot to see the harbor from afar. 

His polearm once again was in his hands as his mind reeled with the pain, the horror. The dark mist clouded around the Adeptus, no thoughts coming to mind except, I’m sorry and forgive me , a silent plea to the world. Yet in the midst, one word escaped his lips and out into the wind, "Venti."

As soon as he heard his name whispered in the wind, he was at Xiao's side, putting his hand over his as he gripped his spear, "I’m here," he whispered against his ear, wrapping himself around the other from behind and resting his head against his shoulder where he stayed for a moment to make sure Xiao realized he was really there despite the deafening voices Venti knew were in his head, drowning out everything else. 

He ran his fingers up and down his arm comfortingly before pulling away and moving so they were face to face, "You're not alone. I’m here, Xiao." he tried to search his expression but it was clouded by darkness, "You're going to be okay," he took the Adeptus' face into his hands, "Look at me, listen to my voice. You're safe, you're not going to hurt anyone and no one is going to hurt you. You're safe, Xiao."

It was too much again. The pain was too much. And then a hand was on his own. Was it a demon? No. It was a gentle touch, it wasn't an enemy. Now a hand was at his face and oh, there was a voice now. It said his name. It's still talking. Xiao's eyes were betraying him, he could not see the friend holding him at this moment, could barely hear them, he could only relive the deaths of innocents. Then he heard, "You're safe, Xiao" clear as day, a bright light to drag him up from the pool of blood. It was Venti. The bard from years ago was here, he was holding Xiao. Peace washed over the Adeptus once more.

He held his face still, calling him out of his trance, hoping to bring him back to the surface. He pulled Xiao close so that his face rested against his chest as he ran his fingers through his hair softly. Cradling the other in his arms, he began to hum the tune he'd once played softly for him, hoping that it would bring him some of the same comfort and love it once had. 

Venti tried to calm his own panicking heart so that Xiao would feel it and hopefully calm down himself but his mind was racing and worry filled him as he watched his friend break down. His hands didn't leave Xiao's body, even pulling him closer at one point so that he could hear him better. 

After a while, he took Xiao's hand into his own, intertwining their fingers and brushing his thumb over the back of Xiao's hand soothingly, hoping to give him as much physical affection as possible, doing everything he could to bring him back from the trance he was in, to bring him back to reality.

Xiao felt warmth all around and inside him as Venti wrapped him in his arms. It set off alarm bells in the Adeptus' mind, to be so close to the bard, but he was so far beyond reality at this moment that all he could do was wrap an arm around Venti's chest and clutch. Then came the song, back once more as if it had never left, and it hadn't really left had it. Venti, with all of his insistence had always been there, or at the very least would have been there had Xiao called out. 

Xiao stayed like that, wrapped around the other man, hands intertwined. He could feel himself coming in and out of the moment, each time he disappeared into his mind, he returned at full force, holding tighter to Venti and squeezing his hand. It wasn't until morning, as the sun rose over Wangshu Inn, that Xiao could feel his heart rate steadying, could feel Venti's doing the same. He was here in the now. Finally.

He didn't let go of Xiao, not yet, not until he knew Xiao was ready. He didn't relax his hold on the other man and held him as close as he had been through the whole night, still humming quietly. He wanted Xiao to know that he could find sanctuary in him and that he wouldn't leave until Xiao told him to, that he never had to be alone again. 

He sighed softly before speaking quietly, "Welcome back, Xiao," he brought their hands up so that he could brush over Xiao's cheek softly, "I’m right here, don't worry I’m not going anywhere." he moved his free hand from Xiao's hair to rub his back softly, occasionally pulling him closer comfortingly. It was only after a few moments that he decided to speak again, "Xiao...I...I had hoped things wouldn't get this bad again, and I’m sorry."

Xiao let himself melt into Venti's touch, his head leaning into the other's hand. His eyes had still barely re-focused, but he could make out now the outline of Venti, his smile, his eyes. Xiao brought himself closer to the bard, staggeringly getting out, "I’m.... Sorry. I...shouldn't need...you," it was hard to say these things, not just because Xiao was still somewhat mentally gone, but because it was Venti. It was unconditionally caring Venti, and yet, "I’m not....your....responsibility." he clutched onto Venti even closer.

Venti giggled softly, "I don't see you as my responsibility, Xiao." he kissed his head gently, "I see you as a friend, someone who I care for deeply. There's no shame in needing help." he thought about his next words for a moment, wanting Xiao to know that he understood the kind of pain he went through, even if he couldn't understand the feeling, "You suffer from guilt of your own as well as the wrath of gods from thousands of years ago, there's no way one soul can handle that alone," he brought his hand back to his hair, running his fingers through the strands soothingly, "Don't apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for. You have a pure soul, and though your heart may be tainted and your past may be grim, I know what kind of person you are within. The gods recognize your sacrifice for your people, and I know you're a kind, gentle soul who deserves to be free from your pain, even if only for a moment."

Xiao hummed at the kiss. When was the last time he had been kissed like that? It must have been his family, though at this point Xiao did not remember their names, their faces. But he could remember Venti and that was truly all that mattered in that moment. As Venti continued to speak, Xiao felt himself tensing. Was he that easy to read? It seemed so. And yet then why did Xiao not care as much as he thought he should? The way he could cut deeply into Xiao's mind without the Adeptus noticing, was unlike anyone else. He wanted to prove Venti right in some way, to show him that he could move beyond his past and into a brighter future. 

When he closed his eyes, though, the memories still haunted. So Xiao let himself look up at Venti once more, whose gaze was so full of forgiveness and care that Xiao found himself lost for a moment as to what to say. It took him a moment before his rasped voice came to, "I don't know if I will be able to believe that for a long time."

He smiled down at Xiao genuinely, "I’m not a hopeless optimistic...I know it won't come easy, but I will be here until you do believe that, and I will do everything I can to help you throughout the years to come." he knew that the sentence revealed more than he had once intended for Xiao to know, but at this point he felt it would be unfair of him to conceal all of himself to Xiao, "And I will help you because I want you to be happy, I want you to feel peace, and comfort...and...to be free." 

Venti squeezed the hand that was intertwined with Xiao's gently, "You deserve to be lifted of the weight of your sins and all of those for whom you carry, you deserve to feel as if you can breathe once again," he looked into his eyes earnestly, "I know you're drowning, so will you take my hand, Xiao? Will you let me help you find your wings?"

The feeling of Venti's hand in his felt right, right in a way that Xiao had not felt in quite some time. He let his thumb skate across the other's smooth hand as he listened to the bard speak. "I cannot promise that," he admitted. As much as he wanted to agree, to allow Venti to sweep him away from his life, to bring him to somewhere better, more peaceful and serene, that simply could not happen. He did not want to make such promises to Venti, only to have them inevitably broken. 

He could see in the bard's eyes the pain he had already wrought. He could not add to that. "I don't know what I can promise you at this moment Venti," Xiao sighed and indulged in his impulse to fall closer to Venti and squeeze the other's hand, "I really don’t."

He let Xiao fall against him, wrapping his arm around him, "Xiao...you're so set in your ways," he pulled him closer, rubbing his arm lightly, "I don't want you to promise me anything, that would be like adding another contract to your conscience," he sighed as he moved the arm that held Xiao behind him, supporting their weight as he leaned back, looking to the morning sky, "I don't want a promise, I want...to know that my words reached you, it's more about their implications rather than you promising yourself to me...I know you're quite accustomed to contracts, but I’ve never been a fan of them." 

He looked down at Xiao, appreciating the fact that he gave in to his touch and allowed himself to be vulnerable in Venti's presence, "You feeling indebted to me would go against everything I want for you, that's why I offered it as a question. With me, you're free to do as you wish, you can say no or go against me, you have every right to, that's how it should always be, and I’m sorry your life has forced you into believing everything comes with a price, that everything needs to be paid off, that's not how life works."

"You have not lived my life," Xiao bit back, harsher than he had intended. He did not want to hurt Venti or push the bard away. But all this talk of freedom and living for oneself, to Xiao those were the ideas of a naive fool. It was a pleasure Xiao would never get to experience. And while it may soothe him in Venti's songs, it was no more than an unachievable fantasy. 

And yet still, as he looked up at Venti's eyes, he longed to believe it could be reality. Xiao wanted a world in which he was no longer burdened by his debt, held by contract. But pretending as though those did not exist was a foolish waste of time. He should just face his reality and persist--it had gotten him this far hadn't it? 

"Your freedom sounds," the brutality of his words slipped away as he melted into Venti once more, "It sounds beautiful. But I will never have that. I can strive for it, work to heal the pain that I caused in this world, but true freedom? This?" Xiao's hand fell to the Anemo vision at his hip, knowing the bard had the same, "This is not within my reach."

Venti flinched slightly at Xiao's harsh words as they caught him off guard but he quickly relaxed once again. He fell silent, trying to think of what to say next but falling short. He pulled Xiao closer, lying on his back to stare at the sky before his hand found its way into Xiao's hair again, "I know I haven't lived your life, and I cannot even begin to imagine the amount of pain you must be in constantly, and I will never pretend as though I can understand it," he brought his hand from the other's hair to rest against his cheek, as he had many years ago, "I think...when the Anemo Archon gave you your vision he was trying to give you hope, a bit of freedom you could always carry with you." he moved his fingers to brush Xiao's hair out of his face, pushing it back in a soothing motion, as if he were petting a cat. 

"Perhaps...you're thinking of freedom in the wrong way...it is not something that is obtainable. Freedom is something that you find in small ounces. Every breath you take in between battles is freedom. Every time you let your thoughts drift and clear your mind is freedom. You being here with me right now instead of fighting is freedom. It's important not to put the concept of freedom on a pedestal and take these things for granted, as you will fall further and further into despair." he let his eyes drift shut as he sent a gentle breeze their way, hoping it would emphasize his point, "The biggest obstacle holding you back from being free is yourself. Let yourself indulge in precious moments that can prove to be meaningful. Take the time to appreciate little things. You aren't going against any contract in doing so. You can seek out small comforts while also paying off the debt you owe." 

He brought their intertwined hands to his lips and kissed the back of Xiao's hand softly, "You are good at what you do, and I can tell you work tirelessly, constantly thinking about battle, even a bit ago, you held your spear as if it comforts you. You can afford to set your blade down for a minute, Liyue isn't going to crumble if you rest for a moment."

Xiao let Venti’s words wash over him, the lilting tone of the bard’s voice contrasting the forceful words. Yet Xiao did not let it pass the way that Venti talked about the Anemo Archon’s intentions, the way he spoke about freedom. Most vision-bearers accepted their visions as gifts, it sacrosanct to deign to try to understand their Archons. 

Xiao could feel a pit forming at his stomach that he desperately tried to ignore. If he acknowledged it, acknowledged Venti in that way, this moment would have to end. And with nimble fingers threading through his hair, and a soft voice assuring him of his freedom and humanity, Xiao did not want to disrupt it. 

So he let his face fall into Venti’s chest as he curled beside the bard, flushing at the kiss the other pressed to their hands. “What you say may be true,” Xiao said barely above a whisper, “But if freedom is such a gift, are there not those who do not deserve it? I know I am one of those people.” These were what Xiao could not say out loud had he accepted who Venti is, or at least who he thought the bard was, “After all I have done, the lives I have taken, how could I warrant freedom?” He let his hand squeeze Venti’s, as he could feel the darkness threatening to overtake him once more, finding the bard as his anchor to the moment.

He squeezed Xiao's hand back comfortingly, "Everyone—and I mean everyone is deserving of freedom. It is what one chooses to do with the freedom that they have that shows whether they are good or bad, and even then-nothing is black and white," he looked down from the sky to the man resting against his chest, wrapping his arm around him comfortingly. 

"Have you ever felt true freedom, Xiao? Have you ever been able to do something of your own free will?" he once again took the opportunity to speak to Xiao's soul, "Now imagine, you are free from everything that weighs you down: no more debt, no more obligation...now what is the first thing that comes to mind? What is your dream?" he brushed his fingers up and down Xiao's back comfortingly, giving him time to think for a moment but not expecting a verbal answer, "I doubt it had anything to do with violence, or death, or pain. I think you're scared, scared of 'true freedom' because you've never experienced it. You're scared of feeling lost, and of falling, so you cling to your debt because it offers security, the same way you clung to your spear last night."

"The debt won't disappear," he countered softly, still letting himself be drawn into the bard's touch, his words, "Even if I found true freedom, since you insist that exists, that does not mean that suddenly all the pain I have caused will disappear. It is still there, and giving into freedom would be abandoning it.” It was becoming increasingly hard to sit there and hear Venti wax poetic about freedom, to listen to him bring Xiao out of a darkness, one that had now just become one and the same with Xiao's identity. He let a small sigh escape his lips as he tucked his head further into Venti, "Not all of us are freedom itself, Lord Barbatos."

He was rather surprised that the Adeptus had figured out his identity so soon, feeling himself flush at the title though he wasn't quite sure why. He spoke quietly, his tone solemn, "Freedom does not save you from pain; guilt and grief follow you until you're able to make peace with your past. But wanting to feel better is not abandoning those feelings or what caused them. Grief has its own process, it has nothing to do with anything else, and it is a process I know too much yet very little about. Even as 'freedom itself' there are many things I feel trapped by..." he paused, lost in thought for a moment before changing the course of their conversation. 

"You can't give up before you've even started. You overthink everything and find a way to talk yourself out of having anything good, and why do you punish yourself so? Hasn't life already put you through enough?" his fingers returned to his hair, brushing through it gently, "You deserve to cope and find comfort at this point, you've been punished enough. Your duty to protect Liyue is your way of paying back your debts, denying yourself happiness is simply harming yourself.”

Xiao had expected the bard to deny his identity, as Xiao himself had only been somewhat sure. He had thought that with this confirmation, Xiao would feel differently towards Venti. And he did, somewhat, feeling now as though his vision was another gift left to be repaid. And yet unlike his relationship to Morax, Xiao did not feel an urge to obey or worship. It still felt as though it was the same bard who had called out to him years ago. And it was, truly. 

He should be worshipping the man that held him, praying to and praising the god. But Xiao stayed in place and kept himself entangled with the other. "I believe I felt true freedom once, but I don't remember," he admitted. It was a time before the violence, before the pain, it was a time that Xiao knew existed but could not recall. He supposed it had to be a positive memory, though, as his mind had now only been filled with darkness, having excised any good. 

Xiao let the silence hang between them, hearing Venti's heartbeat under him, strong, steady, and safe. "When do you know that you have been punished enough?" Xiao asked. Because Xiao did not feel he had. He was not sure he would ever feel whole and forgiven. Though the way Venti was holding onto him now, the way a god was assuring him and caring for him, it gave him hope that he might have a kinder future.

Venti let his eyes drift shut again, enjoying the serenity of this moment with Xiao, silently celebrating the fact that he hadn't run away yet. He smiled at the other's confession, some part of him soothed knowing that Xiao hadn't always been plunged in darkness. Xiao's next words, however, carried a much darker feeling, he moved so that he was sitting up, pulling the other's face closer so he could hold it in his hands, gently “You know the answer isn't that simple." 

He smiled at him warmly, rubbing his thumb over his cheek softly, "You've suffered thousands of years of pain, but you're also harder on yourself than anyone else I’ve met. You hold yourself to an impossible standard and punish yourself for things that you did against your will, if you had no malicious intent in the first place how are you going to forgive yourself?" he cupped his chin with one hand and brushed his hair back from his face with the other, looking into his eyes earnestly, "You're not a vicious person, even if you've done vicious things...I have many sins that weigh on me...there's a lot of blood on my hands, but I did what I had to do, even when it wasn't what I wanted. I have to learn how to cope with that, and I try to but...I’m still learning. I stopped punishing myself because I realized it was meaningless. Does it really make you feel better? Do you truly believe it does any good? I don't think the souls who have been hurt by you unwillingly get any gratification from seeing you suffer. If you can't forgive yourself yet, at least stop torturing yourself...you have a good, kind soul, Alatus. If you can't believe that yourself then believe me."

“Was it against my will?” Xiao asked, as much to himself as to the god that held him. Over the centuries, it felt as though his will was so enwrapped with the decisions of others that it became seemingly impossible to disentangle. The Adeptus let his head drop into Venti’s touch, a touch so unlike anyone else’s. It was not malicious, or threatening, but a calm soft wind that blew through Xiao’s soul. How had he not realized sooner that this was Barbatos? That fact, though, helped their past interactions cohere together more reasonably. Barbatos, like every Archon, had a sordid and painful past. Every word that Venti spoke to Xiao was not coming from the place of the hopelessly naive bard, but from someone who knew the pain and sadness. 

And then Venti spoke it, the name he had not heard in centuries, a name that Xiao had willed from his memory, in hopes of pushing the violence out with it. In Barbatos’ voice, though, it sounded hopeful, it sounded like a blessing instead of a curse. “Barbatos,” he whispered, closing his eyes and reaching to clutch onto the bard’s cape, “I cannot believe that, I want to but I do not think I can yet but,” the Adeptus paused to take a deep breath and steady himself once more, “I know I can believe in you.”

Hearing the other call him by a name no one else did in person caught Venti off guard but it felt special coming from Xiao, it didn't hold quite the same feeling as it did coming from others. Instead of feeling like a name that wasn't his own, one for the sake of giving people something to worship, it felt intimate, like it was a part of him only Xiao knew.

He leaned back, letting the other fall into him due to how he clung to his cape, the action was noticed by Venti with adoration, "If I am your anchor then I am honored to be so. Xiao, I am always with you. Please, please don't be afraid to call for me." he wrapped his arms around Xiao's back so that the other's head rested against his shoulder, the feeling of Xiao's soft breathing against his neck felt oddly comforting. Venti drew invisible shapes and patterns onto the other's back for a moment before speaking very softly, as if he were telling him a secret, "It was against your will. All of the guilt ridden acts you were forced to commit were not of your own choosing. I know this because I have always sensed the feeling of panic, of suffering, of being trapped coming from you. It was almost as if your soul was calling out to me. That's why..." he let his voice drift off, not wanting to finish what he had begun to say out of fear. So instead, he began to run his fingers through Xiao's hair once again, the action becoming like second nature at this point, beginning to become an act of comfort for Venti as much as it was for Xiao.

Xiao let himself once more be drawn in by Venti. His heart settled as felt the Archon’s pulse under his cheek. He shouldn’t be this comfortable, the god should be slightly terrifying, slightly awe inducing. But Barbatos was not, he was entirely different. Xiao listened quietly as Venti spoke, feeling as though he was being given a gift, a secret made just for him. 

And then the bard trailed off, though Xiao knew what had been left unsaid. He closed his eyes tightly, repeating over in his head, this is not another debt and you do not need to repay him . It was many mental repetitions later that Xiao realized that Venti was silent as well, no music, no humming. Just silence. Xiao wanted to say something, to do something instead of simply clutch to Venti and remind himself of the bard’s pure kindness. 

Silence was something the Adeptus was quite used to, but not one like this. He, for perhaps one of the first times in his life, wanted to speak, he wanted to talk to Venti and wanted to hear the bard sing, or prattle on. Yet, there was clearly something wrong, and Xiao was going to fix it. Not for repayment, but because he longed to hear the music, and most importantly, to see Venti smile once more. “I want you to be my anchor, not my Archon,” he whispered, “And let me be your anchor as well, not a devotee.”

As the words were spoken to Venti he was left speechless, mouth slightly agape as he tried to process Xiao's words. "My...anchor?" he thought to himself out loud, as if he had misunderstood the other, “You want…to be my anchor?" a slight panic filled him, he could feel his heartbeat quicken as his body tensed slightly. No one had ever said anything like that to him before, and his first reaction was panic. He clung to Xiao tightly without realizing his actions portrayed the feelings he had not adjusted to internally. He had never had anyone to rely on, to believe in. All of the people he had formed real bonds with were dead aside from Morax, who was too busy fulfilling his own duties to be reliable though that was by no means his fault. 

He felt an overwhelmingly wholesome feeling wash over him, the last time he had ever found security in someone was in his friend from many many years ago; ever since then he had learned to rely on no one but himself, secretly using the concept of 'freedom' as an excuse to run from the feelings he'd had buried for so long. The few words whispered by Xiao gave Venti an epiphany and he couldn't help but just cling to him, his breath shaky as if he was in a daze. 

After a few moments, he spoke, voice barely above a whisper, "You don't owe me anything, I don't want you to think you're obligated to offering me the same..." his voice faded to silence as he realized Xiao's words weren't spoken from obligation. He blinked slowly before burying his face into Xiao's shoulder, "Thank you..." he nuzzled into Xiao, pulling him as close as he could, "Thank you."

Of course I want to be your anchor was the only thought that came to Xiao’s mind as he felt Barbatos tense beneath him. Oh. Nobody had said that before to him. The god of freedom was adrift as much as the rest of the world, longing to find a person to ground them. And Xiao, stubborn and determined Xiao, decided then and there that he would be that person for Venti. It was clear in that moment, though, that the god was panicking, feeling anxious. Xiao had never been great at feelings, never known what to do. But he wanted to comfort Venti, wanted to take away his nervousness. 

So he began to mimic what the bard had done earlier for him, letting a hand meet the others before bringing it up to his lips with a kiss. It was embarrassing in some ways, but that really didn’t matter, not so long as it brought Venti some relief. And then Venti, in the manner Xiao had not too long ago, clung to the Adeptus. 

And so Xiao let his arms hold the bard to him tightly. “I know you aren’t an obligation. Think of this as a choice of freedom,” he said softly as the bard found a resting spot on his shoulder. “Besides,” Xiao began, “If you start thanking me so much then I might have to consider repaying you.” It was poor attempt at a joke, Xiao knew that, but it was all he could really think of at that moment to try and ease whatever pain it was Venti was feeling at the moment.

He couldn't help but giggle lightly, face already flushed from Xiao's gentle kiss to his hand as he nuzzled even further into the other's embrace, "You're....good at this...your actions are comforting, but I’ve always found your presence soothing." he pulled his hand away slowly before wrapping his arms around Xiao's neck, "You have no idea how much you've done for me...I...don't know how I could ever express my gratitude to you." he carded his fingers through Xiao's hair, sighing softly as he relaxed completely, Xiao's lighthearted joke haven shook away every last bit of panic he had felt earlier.

He spoke softly, mostly to fill the silence in the air than to tell Xiao anything meaningful, "No one has ever held me before...well, not like this. In your arms I feel safe...I feel cherished, I feel...I don't know quite how to explain it...I...you really do feel like my anchor. For once I don't feel...like I’m drifting, or like I’m alone-I mean obviously I’m not alone but I feel like my soul isn't alone. I feel...ah never mind, I give up." Not one to often find themselves at a loss for words, except when he was with Xiao he was beginning to realize, it was obvious that fatigue fell over Venti as he yawned softly, snuggling further under Xiao sleepily despite the fact that it was just becoming morning.

“I just…” Xiao wasn’t quite sure what to do with Venti’s compliment, “I was copying you is all.” And then Venti was more completely in his arms once more and Xiao relished in the feeling of his arms around the it was nice in some ways, to now be the one comforting Venti instead of vice versa. For all that Venti had done in the many years, Xiao wanted to do the same. Not by any sense of repayment, but because he wanted Barbatos to feel as cared for and supported as he made Xiao feel. 

And then came Venti’s rambling. Xiao sort of enjoyed it, it was sweet to see the god at a loss for words finally, especially after the past conversation had been filled with direct words aimed to the core of Xiao’s soul. As he started and ended sentences, though, Xiao found himself becoming more flustered. It felt as though Venti was dropping small crumbs of some deeper meanings, deeper feelings, things Xiao wasn’t quite sure how to approach as of yet. So he settled instead for holding Venti close to him as the other spoke. 

A few yawns later and Xiao reminded, “We have been up all night. The inn will let you sleep. Go. I need to patrol Liyue now anyways.” He did not want to send Barbatos away, per se, but the bard was clearly too tired to keep going.

He looked up at Xiao, confused, "What? You should rest too! We've both been awake all night; you need rest before you can do any patrolling." he raised an eyebrow at Xiao, pouting slightly, before lying his head back down, breathing softly, "And don't even give me any of that 'Adepti don't need sleep' talk. I know that as immortal beings we don't need sleep to survive, but rest is different than sleep, resting is lying down, closing your eyes and taking time to find peace within yourself. It is necessary for everyone, and especially for you after last night...so please just rest? I can go if you want to be alone now, but it's important that you take care of yourself." He tried to sit up to leave but fell back almost instantly, suddenly too tired to move, "Maybe i'll sleep here, you go rest somewhere more comfortable."

"Venti I’m fine," Xiao assured, prepared to remind the god he didn't need sleep before the other beat him to it. The Adeptus let his hand come to rest at the back of the other's neck, softly threading through his hair, "You let me rest tonight, more than I have in a long time. But I do need to go now," Xiao didn't want to though. He wanted to stay here, feeling Venti's breath on his neck, hearing the bard ramble on about anything that came to his mind. But Xiao also knew that if he indulged further, let himself find rest and solace for too long, that he would not be honoring his debt, he would be farther from true freedom, not closer. And so Xiao repeated, in a soft voice as he squeezed Barbatos closer, "I have to go for now."

He nodded, letting go of Xiao and letting his arms fall to his sides, “It won't be long before I see you again, right?" he lifted one hand to rest on Xiao's cheek, finally close enough to notice small details about him, like how his golden eyes shone brightly yet looked terribly exhausted at the same time, "I’m glad you were able to rest." he brushed Xiao's hair back before holding his face in his hands and kissing his forehead gently, "make sure you rest every now and then, even if it's only for a moment. And if you ever need a lullaby just call for me." he smiled sweetly before letting his hands fall to his sides again, not breaking eye contact with Xiao as he waited for him to leave.

Xiao felt himself flush at Venti's words and kiss. The god seemed to have a way to completely unravel the Adeptus at the seams. He returned the favor, pressing his lips to Venti's forehead as well, "And call for me when you need someone to return to," he stayed for a moment longer, staring into kind blue eyes before standing, donning his mask, readying his polearm and disappearing into the landscape.

In the time that followed, Xiao kept the god's words with him. He could not believe that true freedom was meant for him, not yet at least, but he wanted to believe in Barbatos. So in the few and far between quiet moments, Xiao let his eyes close and remember the sound of Venti's voice, his fingers in his hair, and the comfort that the bard gave him willingly. 

He longed to reach out once more, but wanted a reason. I wanted to see you felt shallow and selfish, and while Xiao was certain the bard wouldn't mind, he still wanted to have some legitimate reason. But to be fair, Venti had not reached out to him either.

Venti had lost track of time, having laid in the same spot under the tree in Windrise for hours staring up at the sky through the branches that he decided he was bored. He was about...well he had also lost track of how much he drank after stealing from the winery because he was thrown out of Angel’s Share that morning. 

The more he drank the more he thought about Xiao and how much he had needed his presence and his comfort. Every time he wanted to reach out he stopped himself, not wanting to burden the other or add more stress to his life. But now, as he sat where he was, drunk beyond belief, he called for the Adeptus impulsively, his voice sounding whiny and weak.

It was as though Venti was speaking right to Xiao at that moment as the wind brushed by the Adeptus, in the same soft whispery tone that he had missed. Something was wrong . Xiao could feel it in his gut, Barbatos was in trouble and needed him. But he also knew that in all likelihood Venti was still out in Mondstadt. Leaving Liyue was not something Xiao would ever thought he would do, too tied and committed to this land. But the worry that Venti was hurt tugged at him, and if he left the bard alone at this moment, Xiao would never forgive himself. 

 So he rushed off to find the bard, the wind carrying him and bringing him to an unfamiliar tree. Xiao had his polearm ready to strike at any moment as he scanned the landscape for danger, only to find Venti snug under the tree. The Adeptus let his weapon relax slightly as he approached Venti, finally determining it was safe and that there was no immediate danger. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, crouching down to meet the god's gaze.

Venti smiled brightly, sitting up on his knees to get closer to Xiao, "Xiao!! You're here," he grasped the Adeptus' hands in his own, "It's been so long...too long-I don't like it..." He wasn't blaming Xiao by any means, he knew that Xiao wouldn't be the one to call for him so he was mostly upset with himself, "Have you ever been here? It's the best place to rest in all of Mondstadt," He tapped a finger to his chin in thought, "Have you ever even been to Mondstadt at all? I can't remember ever seeing you here..." 

He continued to ramble, settling back down against the tree tiredly before realizing he'd forgotten Xiao was even in front of him, "I’m sorry, where are my manners? Would you like to have a drink with me?" he looked at Xiao excitedly, handing him a bottle of wine, "It's the best wine in all of Teyvat, I promise you, no other could even compete."

So he was safe, good, just drunk. While Xiao know that Venti, an old Archon, could protect himself, the Adeptus still felt the impulse to check. He was about to speak, to apologize for having waited so long to see him once more, but the bard prattled on about Mondstadt, its people, and all the things he wanted to show Xiao. So Xiao sat down next to Barbatos, listened to the joyful lilt of his voice, and watched the way his eyes shined in the darkness. When Venti finally took a pause, offering the wine, Xiao shook his head, "I don't drink." besides, he knew Venti would polish off the bottle himself. Since their last meeting, Xiao had asked Morax a few questions about his fellow Archons, nothing to arouse suspicion that he had met Barbatos, but in the frame of sheer curiosity.

“And no, I haven't been to Mondstadt before now. I've never left Liyue." he looked around at the vast open landscape, then back to the large tree they were resting against with Crystalflies in the air, "It's beautiful. It reminds me of you." the words came out too fast, and Xiao found himself blushing once more, hoping perhaps the bard was too drunk to properly hear.

He blushed deeply at the compliment, turning his face down to the bottle in his hands, "…Thank you..." he couldn't help but smile, though he tried to hide his reaction and hoped Xiao didn't see. "Sit with me. I'll tell you anything you want to know, or I can sing, or play music..." he looked out at the landscape in front of him, "...I’m glad you like it..." 

He felt shy for some reason, he wasn't sure why Xiao's words flustered him so much, but if he didn't change the subject he wouldn't be able to stop blushing. "If I had any kind of anchor before you it would have been this tree..." he looked up to the branches, breathing softly, "It's like a safe haven...I come here when I feel lost or sad...when I’m here I can collect my thoughts and take a moment to breathe....I like to sleep here. It feels like home." he looked back down at the oversized roots around them, "Do you have a place like that, Xiao? A place that feels like home?"

He has a cute smile Xiao thought, before pushing that comment aside. Venti was a god, an eternal Archon, not a cute boy. Their...friendship? Could he call it that? He supposed so. Their friendship was based in an understanding of pain and violence, it was based in the need for one another. But no, Xiao asserted, it was not romantic, not in the slightest. 

And yet hearing Venti talk about the way the tree had supported him through the years, and how Xiao seemed to now be taking over that responsibility, he couldn't help but turn red. He wanted to be that support system for the flighty god, wanted to be the person to ground him, despite the fact that Xiao himself was in need of the same amount, if not more, support. 

Perhaps they could lean on each other until both were able to find a way to stand on their own. But Barbatos had asked a question, "No. Not particularly. I rather like the inn we were at last time, but it isn't a home. I don't have one of those." he regretted the words almost as soon as he said them. He knew it would make Venti upset and only worse thing than a drunk was a morose drunk.

His brows furrowed as he processed what Xiao had said, "well....this place will always be here, you're always welcome here. I don't know if it could bring you much, if any comfort...but I want you to know you're welcome," he pulled Xiao down next to him, resting his head against him and closing his eyes, "You deserve to have a place to call home...somewhere you feel safe-an escape." 

He sighed before taking another drink of wine, once again staring off into the distance, "I’m really happy you're here...." he wasn't quite sure what to say, he felt content with Xiao, comfortable enough to relax in his presence. He felt like he could be himself around him and for that reason he was often at a loss for words, he was so used to filling in the silence with meaningless talk that having someone he could be serious with, be real with was something he wasn't used to. He took Xiao's hand in his own, intertwining their fingers to help ground himself, "...Tell me about yourself."

Xiao missed the feeling of Venti by his side, glad to be here, "I’m happy to be here with you too," Xiao let his head fall to the side so his face was pressed into Venti's cap, "And I don't need a single place, a home, to feel safe," he admitted, letting it go unsaid that he was now considering the wandering god a kind of home. Venti's hand in his felt natural and right, but even still it made the Adeptus' breath quicken and heart rate sky rocket. 

"Barbatos, I don't want to upset you," he whispered. Xiao wanted to make Venti smile, make him laugh, but speaking about his own past would only bring the mood down. "Besides," he squeezed the bard's hand, "It feels as though you already know me so well, what else can I say?"

He felt warm hearing Xiao speak of 'home', squeezing his hand lightly, "Please, call me Venti. 'Barbatos' is too formal," he couldn't help but feel a bit sad at Xiao's words though, realizing it meant he had not even small stories, simple pleasures or anything happy to speak of; Venti wanted to change that, "What is your dream?" he asked Xiao once again. 

In a normal setting, he doubted he would say something so rash, but he couldn't really think clearly right now. He didn't expect Xiao to answer the question, but he wanted to have some sort of idea about how to bring some brightness into Xiao's life. He had to try not to laugh, knowing that his boldness would catch Xiao off guard, and turned to study his expression as he waited for a response, readying himself to analyze Xiao's words and try to think in his inebriated state.

"Venti then," Xiao repeated, giving himself a moment to sit in the silence and consider Venti's question for a moment. The bard was certainly direct, much moreso drunk than he likely would have been sober. But this was Venti, and Xiao wanted to give him a proper answer. 

So, he began to speak softly, rubbing his thumb across Venti's hand, "I haven't given that much thought. Dreams, like freedom, were not things I ever considered I deserved, much less things I could reach," he paused, and let his eyes scan over the landscape, that felt comforting in a different way than Liyue. While not familiar like Liyue, Mondstadt felt distinctly the Venti kind of comfort. "If I had to pick a dream, though, this is nice. I enjoy this break."

Venti smiled and nodded slowly, "Hmm I see...." he tried to think of a way to bring Xiao peace, and it didn't take long before Venti had an idea, "You like music, right? Well...maybe not like it but it seems to bring you comfort," he turned to Xiao excitedly, sitting on his knees and more than likely invading Xiao's personal space unwillingly, “Let me teach you how to play the flute!" he looked upwards absentmindedly and spoke as if he were thinking out loud instead of talking to Xiao, "I don't think I can teach you exactly what I play for you because it's not a song I have memorized...if that makes sense, it just comes naturally when I’m with you, it's weird...but I can teach you other songs and then you'll be able to come up with your own melodies...anyway I think it would be nice for you, especially since you have to control your breathing and such, which is why the flute is so calming to play..." he leaned in towards Xiao, letting go of his hand to place his hands on his shoulders, "Will you let me?!"

Venti was close, now, close enough that Xiao could now feel his throat getting dry. He could barely register what Venti was saying as all he could focus on was the flush on Venti's cheeks from the overconsumption of wine. 

Fine, Xiao could admit that Venti was adorable, a god, but an adorable god. Especially when he was talking about music, the song he had improvised for Xiao. It felt special, to know that the song was really just for him. 

"I’m not musical," Xiao admitted. He enjoyed hearing Venti play, hearing his soft voice hum, but the thought of fumbling his way through music in front of the bard was embarrassing. "It won't be good," he met Venti's gaze, trying to impress upon him that this really might not be a good idea. But with Venti's hands on his shoulders, with the feeling of Venti's alcohol-ridden breath on his face, and those clear eyes looking so wistful, how could he say no? "Fine."

He smiled in relief, losing his balance and falling against Xiao. He blushed in embarrassment, knowing he was probably making a fool of himself and moved so that he was sitting against the Adeptus' side with his back against Xiao's chest, "Hmm....I think you'll be good at it, it just takes practice.”

Venti couldn't help but smirk when he realized he'd inadvertently given them more opportunities to spend time together in the future, "I’m really excited to teach you, and then you'll have to play for me instead!" he laughed at that, settling closer to Xiao, "Joking! I'll always play your song for you. But I will still make you play for me sometimes, I think you'll really like it actually. I hope you think it's fun, you deserve to have fun." he sighed contentedly, absentmindedly playing with the soft fabric that hung from Xiao's arm.

Xiao couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Venti fell, so he was that kind of drunk, not that Xiao had much experience but good to file away for the future. As Venti laid against his chest, the Adeptus felt himself tense with anxiety once more, not sure what to do, what to say, how to sit. But Venti continued talking and seemed more preoccupied with convincing Xiao to study the flute than what Xiao was doing at that moment. 

So the Adeptus let his arms wrap around the bard's middle and his head fall onto the other's shoulder. This was no different than the last time, when Venti held Xiao as he came back to his senses, but somehow it still felt different. "I would like for you to teach me," he sighed, conceding mostly because it was more excuses to see the bard on a regular schedule, "I would like to play for you at some point, but that will not be soon."

He smiled and nodded, tilting his head back and resting against Xiao's shoulder, his hat falling to the ground behind them. He folded his arms over Xiao's, still holding on to his clothes, "I like to think I’m a pretty good teacher....and I’m glad you seem excited," he rubbed his thumb over Xiao's arm gently, ignoring the feeling of butterflies having Xiao's arms around his waist gave him before he turned to kiss Xiao's jaw lightly, only after realizing that it wasn't normally a platonic action. He looked down to his hands again, ignoring the heat rising to his cheeks as he contemplated his feelings for Xiao. He had never really thought about them before, always believing his admiration for Xiao was platonic but the realization that his feelings were in fact romantic hit him at once. He tensed, feeling nervous in Xiao's arms, at having him so close. He didn't want his feelings to be apparent, but he realized if he changed the way he was acting Xiao would know something was off. 

Venti took a deep breath and decided he would simply ignore any romantic feelings he had for Xiao altogether, assuming his feelings were sure to be unrequited. He tightened Xiao's hold on him, needing to feel the sense of security it brought him and decided to tell Xiao a completely false embarrassing story about Morax to distract himself.

Xiao had never been kissed before, barring Venti's previous comforts. This felt wholly different, and wholly new. Venti's lips on his neck felt infinitely more intimate and close. Xiao let himself dare for a second that perhaps whatever he was feeling towards the bard was not unrequited folly. And then Venti prattled on. Xiao didn't mind, he enjoyed hearing Venti speak, though it had admittedly stung a bit to realize that Venti's physical affection was just another normal behavior for the Archon, not unique. 

But then, why did Xiao think he was unique to begin with. Nevertheless, Xiao tightened his grip on the bard, pulling him closer, as he felt Venti do the same. Whatever this was, the relationship that had these two tied in all ways, Xiao did not want to disrupt it. So he listened to Barbatos' silly story, obviously fabricated, but still entertaining. Xiao let himself close his eyes, tucking his face into Venti's neck, letting himself just feel once more the other's pulse.

He felt relieved when Xiao didn't seem offended by his affection, and when the Adeptus tightened his grip Venti couldn't help but think that maybe Xiao appreciated the gesture. He rambled on for a while, losing track of time and sighing when he ran out of things to say. 

To be honest he was just talking to keep Xiao from leaving, "Can you stay?" he spoke without thinking, worrying he was putting Xiao in an awkward situation. But even still, he tightened Xiao's hold again and scooted as close to Xiao as he could, "I mean...I understand if you have to go but....I like being with you," he turned again, similarly to how he did before, but this time he committed himself, kissing the same spot on his jaw tenderly, not rushed like before, wanting to study Xiao's reaction this time. Venti decided it was a safe plan, as the gesture seemed small enough to brush off if it went wrong.

Xiao felt himself shudder under Venti's lips once more, closing his eyes. He doesn't mean anything by this the Adeptus reminded himself, still letting himself hold onto the other tightly, practically pressed together at this point. 

"Venti I think you're too drunk right now, let me take you somewhere safe to sleep," Xiao insisted. Perhaps Venti was just a bit of a handsy drunkard and Xiao was the unlucky, or in his eyes very lucky, soul left to deal with it. He couldn't help however nuzzling closer into the god, "I can stay until morning," he decided in a soft voice, "until you sober up, okay?”

Venti smiled dreamily, in fact, it felt like he was in a dream at this point, "The great vigilant Yaksha, Xiao, is going to take care of me personally in my inebriated state, what an honor!" he laughed loudly, feeling almost dizzy after Xiao once again seemed to return his affection. He turned in Xiao's arms until he was facing the other, admiring him up close, once again becoming lost in Xiao's eyes, forgetting where he was momentarily. 

Once he snapped out of it he blinked, giggling softly and kissing Xiao's cheek. He placed his hands on Xiao's shoulders once again to stabilize himself before standing up, laughing when he almost fell twice and turning to lean against the tree once he was standing, eyes closing as exhaustion set over him.

Venti really needed to get a hold of himself, Xiao decided as he became even more flustered at the god's affection. He wasn't sure how much more he would be able to take. It was clear, though, that mighty as Barbatos was, he was a stumbling mess at the moment. 

So Xiao stood, and wrapped his arm around Venti's waist, hoisting him up until he was holding the bard bridal-style, his polearm held underneath the god's legs. "Where is the nearest inn?" Xiao inquired, before proceeding to follow Venti's vague and wandering directions. It took Xiao longer than he would have liked to arrive in the city of Mondstadt, but he couldn't find himself complaining too much, as he enjoyed holding Venti the entire way back.

Venti couldn't help but laugh and ramble on about nothing as Xiao carried him. Part of Venti was mad at himself for being tired because he was having too much fun to sleep, so he said so, whining to Xiao about how he refused to sleep as long as Xiao was there, reminding him he had promised to stay when he threatened to leave. 

When they got to the room he sat on the bed, reaching to take his hat off and realizing it was missing, "Not again...this always happens," his eyebrows furrowed in frustration and he fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in disappointment, "It's going to take me forever to find it...I can't believe I’m so careless...this is like the seventh time this month!" he threw his arm over his face, sighing heavily.

Drunk Venti was at the very least entertaining. His chatter was far more soothing than irritating, and made the walk back to the Mondstadt inn relatively easy. Venti needed sleep, that much was self-evident but it was also clear that so long as Xiao was willing to listen to his rambling that it would never happen. 

It didn’t help the recognition of the lost hat to which Xiao quickly replied, "I can find it on my way back to Liyue." he sat down on the edge of the bed where Venti sat, having felt awkward just standing on the other side of the room previously, "But you should sleep. What can I do to help you go to sleep?" just as Venti offered selfless help, Xiao wanted to do the same.

Venti thought for a moment, pulling his arm away from his face to rest it next to his head, "Sleep with me." he gasped and laughed loudly at his poor choice of words, sitting up slowly, "I mean- sleep next to me," he knew that it had been a long time since Xiao had really slept, that much was evident from the way he spoke and he wanted to use this opportunity to bring Xiao a bit of peace. "Really sleep, not just resting..." he moved to lay his head on one of the pillows, "Then I’ll be able to sleep." he pat the pillow next to him gently before moving to pull the blankets back, "...And if you have any nightmares I’ll be here to hold you."

Xiao turned bright red at Venti's insinuation, but he knew the god didn't mean it. So he slipped off his shoes and laid down. He purposefully lay there at least a foot away from Venti, it felt as though it would be too intimate to be holding each other in bed, even though they had been entangled in each other out in the field. But still. Venti was still drunk and Xiao still wasn't sure what to make of the bard's recent behavior, much less his own feelings. "Go to sleep Venti," he said softly, looking over with a barely-there smile.

Venti shook his head sleepily, "Not yet...you first.." he scooted closer to Xiao so that their foreheads were practically touching though he didn't try to embrace him, worrying it would be too forward. "I want you to sleep for real..." he tried to maintain eye contact with Xiao to keep his own eyes from drifting shut.

For some reason Venti felt uneasy, sensing that something was wrong. Taking Xiao's hand into his own, he squeezed it comfortingly, "Why don't you want to sleep? Is it nightmares?" he rested his free hand against Xiao's cheek, "I’m here, I won't let anything bad happen. If you have nightmares I’ll bring you back..."

Venti had gotten close again, but Xiao didn't mind. He felt less worried to a certain extent about what the other man was thinking. While he still really had no idea, at least the need to be close to one another was mutual. Xiao let his head fall against Venti's as the other spoke, "Yes," he confirmed, leaning further into Venti's hand, his soft, gentle hand, "I haven't....I haven't slept in a very long time." It was a fact that anyone who knew Xiao, mainly the other Adepti and Morax, was aware of. The dream devouring Adepti was haunted by those memories and swore off sleeping centuries prior to avoid the pain, and since Adepti never required sleep he could push by it.

Venti hummed in understanding, cupping Xiao's cheek gently, "You don't need to be afraid when you're with me. I'll be your anchor, if something bad happens in your dream I’ll be right here when you wake up." He kissed his forehead gently, still trying to fight off the sleep that threatened to take over him, "Breathe, relax, you can do this. It will be nice, and you'll feel better when you wake up." He brushed his fingers through Xiao's hair quicky before resting his hand in between them again, not wanting to overwhelm Xiao, especially if he wanted him to relax enough to be able to sleep.

Xiao felt his heart race faster at Venti's kiss. Considering how affectionate the god had been tonight, Xiao had assumed he might have adjusted, but no. It still made him flush. Listening to Venti speak, the Adeptus knew that he could trust the other to be there when the nightmares inevitably came. He had been there twice before when Xiao stood on the precipice of despair. He still was not certain whether he would sleep tonight, but even considering that was farther than he had come in years. 

Besides, with the way Venti's eyes were only half lidded at this point, it would not be long before the bard was gone. Xiao, once more, wanted to find a way to comfort Venti, find some way to show his....his affection, he decided. That's all it was, affection. So Xiao reached out and gently laid his hand at Venti's waist, checking to see if the bard made any abrupt moves, before slowly dragging him closer until Xiao could wrap his full arm around Venti's back. "Rest," he whispered.

All of the strength Venti had to resist sleep was gone as he was held by Xiao gently. He rested his own arm over Xiao's side, and he couldn't help as his eyes finally closed. "Thank you, Xiao..." he moved closer to the Adeptus, snuggling into his hold, "I hope you're able to find a bit of peace..." and without another word he was asleep, subconsciously pulling Xiao closer after a few minutes, entangling their legs and tightening his hold on Xiao. He happened to move around a lot in his sleep, and tonight any time he moved it was to get closer to Xiao, at one point entangling their limbs completely where he stayed. Even in his sleep it would be hard for Xiao to pry Venti off of him.

Xiao let his eyes close, wanting to will himself to sleep for Venti's sake. But sleep never came, his body so used not sleeping at this point it felt as though it were rejecting it. He didn't particularly mind, however, as at least Venti was still beside him, and eventually practically on top of him. It was almost as though the bard knew that Xiao might have panicked and left for Liyue before the other awoke, and threw his body weight on top to keep Xiao here. 

And so Xiao did. He stayed, enwrapped in the god, letting his hand play with the other's hair, draw shapes on his back, and silently cherish the moment they had together. Somewhere in the night, perhaps as Xiao was listening to Venti's snoring, the Adeptus realized this was not normal, not wholly platonic. The feelings he had towards Barbatos no longer toed the line of romantic but where thoroughly there. He could work through those feelings in the morning, and try to get a better sense of what Venti thought of him, but for now he would enjoy holding the bard in his arms.

Venti woke up with a groan, turning to shield his face from the sunlight pouring in through the window and snuggled closer to Xiao, "You stayed?" he observed quietly, more than surprised. He expected to wake up alone and he felt a small sense of gratitude for Xiao for the fact that he stayed, although most of him believed it was because he was physically forced to stay. "Did you get any sleep?" his voice sounded hopeful but he feared he already knew the answer. Moving to brush the other's hair out of his face as he often did, hoping that Xiao found the action soothing, Venti pulled away to smile down at him softly.

Xiao felt himself flush a bit as Venti woke up, now more suddenly aware of how close together they were. Yet Venti didn't seem to notice, or at least didn't mind, so the Adeptus made no move to leave for the time being. He nodded however, head almost meeting the bard's, "You made it hard to leave. And I rested," Xiao conceded, knowing that Venti would have preferred to hear that he had slept, but Xiao could not bring himself to lie. Xiao leaned into Venti's touch once more, "I have not rested in a while, so it was good."

Venti decided not to dwell on the fact that Xiao hadn't slept, happy that he could have at least gotten a bit of rest. He closed his eyes again, falling into Xiao's embrace and breathing against his neck softly, "I’m really happy you were able to rest," his hands once again reached for the loose fabric hanging from Xiao, playing with it absentmindedly, "Has it been long? I didn't snore did I? Were you bored?" he wasn't really worried about any of these things, he was just looking for a way to start a conversation with the other, knowing Xiao wasn't great at breaking the ice.

Xiao let his head fall on top of the bard's as he responded softly, "It's morning now and yes you did snore but not loudly," he closed his eyes and pressed his face into Venti's hair, "And I wasn't bored so don't worry." Xiao could have stayed like this all day with Venti, could have indulged in his feelings and wrapped himself tighter around the bard. 

But Liyue called for his return, and Xiao still could not read how Venti was actually feeling. So he pulled back, looking Venti in the eyes, "I need to return to Liyue now."

Venti nodded softly but felt himself cling to Xiao tighter, not quite ready to say goodbye. He felt a deep sadness wash over him at the realization that it would most likely be another hundred years before they saw each other again, even though they had agreed to flute lessons, Venti couldn't help but think that it was just a situation where he would get his hopes up and then be disappointed. 

He reached a hand up to tangle in Xiao's hair softly, "I don't...want it to be a long time before we see each other again..." he took a shaky breath before continuing, "of course we both have our own obligations but-I like being with you...in fact, I..." he stopped himself, unable to say how he really felt, too scared to tell Xiao that he craved his presence and thought about him more than he would even admit to himself.

Xiao tensed at Venti's words. This all felt too sudden, but also as though they had waited to long, "Please come see me," he said softly, "I don't care when, it could be tomorrow. I just..." Xiao shut his eyes tightly, as he tried to find the right phrasing, "I lose track of time easily. What feels like a day could really be ten years. I don't want to wait that long to see you, so please come see me." Xiao opened his eyes once more to look at Venti, and gave into his impulse to press a gentle kiss to the other's forehead before standing up. As he put his shoes back on, and polearm back in hand, Xiao couldn't help but glance back with a soft smile to the god.

The sun was just starting to rise when Venti decided it was "tomorrow" and he started to run towards Wangshu Inn. It wasn't too far from where he was, as he decided to rest in a lookout tower at the stone gate the night before, wanting to be close to where he would surprise Xiao the next day. He had an extra flute in hand, he had it hand made the day before, wanting everything to be ready for their lesson. He expected to experience a few interruptions and he had no problem waiting for Xiao to tend to his duties, but he didn't want to wait a long period of time to see him. 

If the Adeptus said he didn't mind if it was the next day, Venti would take that opportunity. He was out of breath by the time he reached the inn, still running as he climbed up the stairs to the roof, calling out to Xiao on the balcony and falling to the floor.

During Xiao's standard patrol and protection of Liyue, his mind wandered to Venti more than he could admit. And it hadn't been like other times, when his thoughts of the bard were filled with gratitude, it now was those previous thoughts coupled with his increasing attraction to the god. 

Their evening days prior, it had only been days hadn't it?, hadn't helped the latter situation, as images of Venti sprawled across Xiao's body kept coming back, the feeling of Venti's lips on his neck. Xiao had never felt this way towards someone before, though Barbatos truly was an exception in all respects. 

That evening, Xiao returned back to Wangshu Inn, a new comfortable place for his evening lookout, when he heard the bell-like voice sing out his name. Venti was here? Xiao stood up immediately, searching for the sound, only to see a body falling from the roof. Thankfully the Adeptus had moved just in time to slip his arms under and catch him before his body hit the floor.

He gasped in surprise as he felt Xiao's arms catch him, clinging onto him for stability, "Xiao! Hi~" he spoke in a singsong voice, clearly more than excited to see the Adeptus, "I’ve missed you..." he moved his hands to wrap around Xiao's shoulders, pulling him into a needy embrace, clinging to him as if it had been years. 

He didn't want to let go but he also didn't want to overwhelm Xiao so he pulled away slowly, trailing his hands down Xiao's arms until they held his wrists gently, "Is this a bad time? I can wait here if there are still things you need to do...oh! Or I can help you...I’m quite the fighter~" his expression was proud and he raised an eyebrow at Xiao, as if he were challenging him.

Xiao couldn't have been more grateful in that moment to have Venti beside him. The past day, or days as Xiao had lost track, had not been the most stressful, but he still had longed to see the Archon once more. Apparently Venti had felt the same, Xiao deduced from the way that the other clung to him desperately. 

The Adeptus would have wanted to keep them both in that embrace, but Barbatos pulled away, only a light touch to the wrist as a reminder. It still brought Xiao a sense of peace though, "Now is fine. Unless danger arises, I won't be doing much until the morning." it was the closest Xiao could bring himself, really, to ask Venti to spend the evening with him.

He grinned, squeezing Xiao's wrists lightly before intertwining their fingers and moving to walk to the roof, dragging Xiao behind him, "Did you, by any chance, ever find my hat?" he laughed quietly at his carelessness, "It's okay if you didn't...I can just have another one made, though whenever I need new clothes they never look quite the same..." he furrowed his brows slightly as if he were thinking deeply about all of the changes his clothes have gone through before smiling brightly at Xiao, "I didn't really expect you to actually look, I know you have much better things to do. In fact, I was just going to have another made and the only reason I didn't was because alcohol seemed like a much better investment..." he laughed lightly, for some reason wanting to hide the fact that he had used the money on the instrument instead, worried that Xiao would try to pay him back if he knew.

Oh right, his hat. On Xiao's trek back to Liyue he had stopped by the tree, finding the cap right where the pair had been only hours previously. The Adeptus retuned the squeeze to Venti's hand and nodded, "I have it, the owner of the inn has been keeping it downstairs. It was easy to find, so don't worry," he assured. Xiao noticed, though, that the bard seemed different somehow. 

Venti was usually talkative, but in a confident and self-assured way. That didn't seem to be the case at this moment. Xiao panicked for a moment, second-guessing if he had said or done something already to make Venti uncomfortable. Yet Venti's hand in his calmed the Adeptus down, reminding him that if he had truly done something, the Archon would not hesitate to let him know.

Once they reached the roof he sat, pulling Xiao down with him. He immediately rested his head against the other before offering him the flute, "This is yours!" he watched Xiao's reaction to receiving it, there was nothing special about it, in fact it was quite plain, but nonetheless he wanted to make Xiao happy. 

When the other hesitated to take it from his hands he placed it into them, resting his own hands over Xiao's, "It's kind of plain, but it's made well...it's the same kind that I used to play for you! It's special to Liyue, you know? It's called a "Dihua Flute". I remember when I saw it for the first time, I was visiting Morax when I saw someone selling it and I knew I needed to learn how to play. I was self-taught but it wasn't too hard to master...."

Xiao found a certain sense of pride in knowing that Venti had become so comfortable with him that he could rest easily around him. Albeit, Venti seemed to be the kind of person who would be largely relaxed around everyone, it still made the Adeptus feel different. "Thank you," Xiao whispered as he let one hand intertwine his fingers with Venti's, the other holding onto the flute. 

It was a simple, beautiful instrument, the right amount of thoughtfulness while avoiding extravagance. Xiao still was unsure on whether he wanted to play, but with all that Venti had gone through at this point, it would have been a shame not to learn. His thumb mindlessly rubbed Venti's hand as he spoke, "I think it will take me a long time to learn this."

Venti nuzzled his head against Xiao, "Well...we are immortal. Even if it does take you a long time, once you've learned it you will be proud of yourself...even the process itself is a beautiful and rewarding thing..." his eyes looked off into the distance excitedly, "There's a reason I played the flute....I’ve mentioned this before but breathing is important, and as your heartbeat matches that of the music you listen to, subconsciously your breathing tends to match that of the players...." his hand squeezed Xiao's gently, "There's something about the flute that's so soothing...it's perfect for you..."

The Adeptus had not remembered the last time he had received a gift from someone, the closest he could remember was his new moniker from Morax, but even that hadn't felt like a gift but rather the key to unlocking his shackles. This felt different from that. Xiao nodded gently at Venti's words, even though they took the Adeptus off guard, in way that Venti was wont to do. It was touchingly insightful and endearing, as though once more he was digging into Xiao's soul. When Venti finally trailed off, Xiao held the flute in both hands, unlinking from Venti, "Yes, I suppose I have time to learn."

Venti sighed softly before pulling away one of his hands to gently turn Xiao to face him, looking over his features and smiling, "I..." he trailed off, honestly at a loss for words momentarily. He allowed himself to get lost in Xiao's golden eyes, almost losing track of time. He didn't break his gaze for a while, but eventually he blinked and looked away, feeling his cheeks heat up, "I am really happy you're letting me do this with you...I’m really happy I have....someone to...I’ve never quite...had a friend like you...." he looked to their hands shyly, "you make me so happy....you're a great friend, Xiao. You've shown me kindness no one else has....you make me feel safe-in many ways. Sometimes it can be draining to spend time with people, but you always make me feel revitalized....I’m just really happy I know you..." he wasn't sure where these words came from, but he wanted Xiao to know that he did as much for Venti as Venti did for him. He wanted Xiao to know how big of an impact he had on his life, and that he had a special place in his heart.

It was surprising in some way, to hear Venti speak fondly about their friendship. Over their time together it had always seemed as though the bard had been the one there to pick up the pieces of the emotionally broken Adeptus. Xiao had been so concerned in repaying Venti for all the good deeds he had done, that he had never stopped to consider what he might have given Venti. It had to be hard life as an Archon, Xiao could tell that much from his time with Morax. And while Venti seemed to be one who could brush off concerns as if it was just another wind under his control, there had to have been more, more that Xiao had soothed. 

"I feel the same," Xiao said, his eyes meeting Venti's for a second before turning away as his face flushed, "I have not had a friend like you before. If you had not been there to help me..." he trailed off, “Thank you."

His face grew solemn at Xiao's words, thinking back to the pain Xiao was in, remembering his suffering and agony. He jumped to embrace Xiao tightly, wrapping his arms around his neck and putting most of his weight onto the other, hoping to ground him, "I’m so sorry...you never have to go through that alone again...you're not alone." he pulled away to cup Xiao's face in his hands, "Your soul isn't ready to sleep yet...I know you're tired, but you still have a life to live-your life has only just begun, Xiao." 

He decided in this moment to stop tip toeing around the subject, but to talk about it in a comforting manner, "And i'll be by your side....for as long as you want me," he leaned in to kiss Xiao's cheek softly but accidentally kissed the corner of his lips where he hesitated for a moment before pulling away, giggling and clearly embarrassed.

"I don't want your pity Venti," Xiao said softly, with no malice beneath it. Xiao knew that his history was one that anyone who knew it well enough would feel sorry about. Pity felt, though, like just another debt to repay, that Xiao would have prove the worthiness of his life, prove that he had moved past the violence and despair. 

He knew the god had not meant it in that way, but the Adeptus would have felt remiss if he did not mention it. The rest of Venti's words struck Xiao as different, entirely more personal and intimate that Venti's usually diatribes on the worthiness of freedom. Coupling that with the near kiss left Xiao silently flustered. "I would be honored to be by your side as well," he directed his gaze from Venti to the Liyue landscape instead, sure that he could not have said those words had he been looking at the bard, "You are a good friend."

Venti once again took Xiao's face in his hands, "I don't pity you." his expression was serious-pensive even, "I respect you. I look up to you. I have lots of feelings for you, but pity isn't one of them." he didn't want to interrupt the silly mood he had accidentally set up but the thought of Xiao believing Venti pitied him would leave a sick feeling in his stomach, "I have sympathy for you, that is diametrically different than pity...I care about you deeply, so I care about your pain and I wish to see you happy, that's different than pity." 

When he had said what he needed to say he let go of Xiao's face, relaxing next to him, "We can start your lessons whenever you wish...if you're tired today we can wait until next time and you can just try to familiarize yourself with the instrument until then. I’m here to see you, not just to teach you-I’m happy doing anything with you. Also I would like to stay until the morning, if you don't mind.”

Xiao smiled a touch at Venti's insistence, "I didn't...I didn't think you truly pitied me, I was only making sure. And I care for you as well, I want to see you happy too," Xiao reassured. It did not come out of a place of obligation, but a true desire to see Venti smile, to see him happy, to witness him full of life and jovial. 

But for now, Xiao simply stared down at the flute in his hands. It would be nice to begin to learn it now, he wanted to be able to play for Venti's sake. However, the Adeptus also knew he would be humiliated if he could not pluck even an on-key note or two from the instrument. "Perhaps we can do something else for now? I would like to..." he held the flute up a bit, "Try to figure it out on my own first."

Xiao's words touched Venti's heart and he couldn't help but smile bashfully. It meant more than Xiao could ever know to have someone say they cared about his happiness-it was something Venti had not heard before, "I’m happy when I’m with you..." he ignored the blush that rose to his cheeks, placing his hand on Xiao's shoulder and smiling in amusement, "Of course! We can do anything you want. We can go for a walk, or have dinner, or look at the stars and talk, or not talk," he continued to list off ideas, trying to ignore the picture of Xiao trying to teach himself how to play the flute adorably in his head. He rested his head on Xiao's shoulder once again, taking the Adeptus' hand in his own, "Really I could be happy doing absolutely nothing with you."

Venti truly was a person who was far too kind to be here with Xiao. He asked for nothing, demanded nothing, only time at Adeptus' side. Xiao was not sure how much of that he could give, but his heart wanted to give all of it. He let his head fall slightly to the side as well, resting on top of the bard's as the other intertwined their hands once more, "Are there places of Liyue you have yet to see?" he asked. Certainly the Archon had seem almost everything, but just in the way that Xiao had enjoyed seeing Venti's homeland, he wanted to share Liyue with the god.

Venti thought for a moment then nodded excitedly, "Yes! I often end up wandering here but there is much I haven't seen..." he looked out at the vast landscape around them, as if looking to see where he hadn't been, "And I don't know much about the places I have seen..." he squeezed Xiao's hand before turning to face him, "I’d love to see Liyue through your point of view. As I’ve been there for the formation of Mondstadt you've been here to witness how Liyue came to be. I'd like to know everything you want to share with me." Venti's eyes sparkled excitedly as he squeezed Xiao's hand. He wanted to hear Xiao speak, as he was often so quiet; he hoped this could be an opportunity for them to get closer, for Venti to see into Xiao's mind.

Venti's eyes once more seemed as though they were trying to knock down Xiao's walls he had built and see inside. The Adeptus at first felt the impulse to take back his suggestion, to return to being acquaintances and not pursue a more meaningful friendship. However, Xiao also knew it was a bit too late for that sort of decision, too many hours now spent in each other’s arms, speaking quietly and vulnerably. So Xiao nodded and stood up, "Then let's go. I can show you Luhua Pool if you wish. It can be quite beautiful." The Adeptus blushed slightly as he gazed down at Venti, whose hand was still wrapped in his own, beautifully bright eyes shining up at him.

Venti beamed up at Xiao, standing up and letting the Adeptus guide him. He thought for a fragment of a second that he sensed hesitation in the other but he tried to tell himself it was just his anxiety and imagination, and because of this anxiety he was quite chatty on the way to Luhua Pool, rambling about nothing in particular, the topic of conversation ranging a bit before he ran out of energy and the conversation died out, though the air didn't feel heavy or awkward. 

He always tried not to move too fast or overwhelm Xiao, wanting to show his affection for the other in a way that wasn't suffocating but sometimes it was hard for him to tell where the boundary lies. When they were finally approaching their destination he decided to try to look into Xiao's soul once more, "Does this place hold a lot of significance in your heart?"

Xiao admittedly enjoyed hear Venti ramble, talking about nothing and everything all at once. It was calming in a way for him to not have to worry about keeping up the conversation. Instead he could simply listen to Venti's bright and joyful voice and enjoy their walk. Even when the silence came occasionally, the Adeptus still felt at ease alongside the god. It also helped that their hands were linked for the entire trek. 

As they arrived at Luhua Pool, Xiao was glad to see that the moon was reflected in the water, as he had hoped. At Venti's more serious and gently probing question, Xiao looked out over the landscape, "This is no more special to me than the rest of Liyue. But it's beautiful like this," he returned his gaze back to the bard, "I thought you might enjoy it."

Venti's eyes lit up seeing the landscape in front of them, running ahead of Xiao and pulling him with. He stood at the edge of the water, staring at the sky in its reflection, "It is beautiful...." a wave of emotion washed over him as he squeezed Xiao's hand, "I enjoy it very much..." he knelt down to dip his fingers into the water, admiring the small ripples that it created, "This place now holds significance in my heart..." his voice was quiet, as if this were an intimate moment, not wanting to speak too loud and ruin the atmosphere. 

He looked to Xiao, admiring the way he glowed in the moonlight, eyes sparkling in the dark. Venti stood up and raised his hand to caress Xiao's cheek gently as his gaze still roamed over his features, "Thank you for showing me this..."

Xiao felt his heart swell a bit at Venti's remark, having been worried that perhaps the bard would have found the sight underwhelming. After all, he had lived for thousands of years and seen the beauty of all of Teyvat, how could one small pool compare? And yet as he saw Venti's face light up, felt the warm touch of his palm, Xiao could sense that perhaps the pool was not the cause of the other's emotions. 

Xiao leaned into the touch, indulging himself in the feeling, all the while knowing that regardless of what the bard felt at this moment, that Xiao would be but a mark in the god's life, not a permanent fixture. It was a bittersweet realization, but one Xiao knew he had to reconcile in his mind, "I’m glad you like it."

The dimming in Xiao's eyes did not go unnoticed by the bard who brought his other hand to curl into the Adeptus' hair, "Why does your expression look so forlorn?" he brushed the pad of his thumb over Xiao's cheek gently, "I’m not going anywhere..." he could tell exactly what Xiao was thinking from the look on his face and he didn't want those concerns to go unaddressed, "Anchors are permanent, you know? I want to be in your life for as long as you want me....I don't make false promises, and I’ve never committed myself to anything, or anyone before....what we have is special, I don't think it's something that would fade away..." He wasn't sure why he was able to spill his feelings to Xiao as he did, maybe it was the calm atmosphere, but he had a hard time filtering what emotions were conveyed in his words, and for that reason he was scared he'd said too much.

His heart felt as though it stopped in that moment. Venti was too perceptive, knew Xiao too well, better than anyone else really, even though they had only met a few times at this point. As much as the bard's words somewhat scared the Adeptus, they also soother. He reached a hand up to cover Venti's on his cheek and let his eyes soften, "I have not had someone permanent before, not as a friend. There has only been Morax but he is more a mentor than a friend to me." Xiao averted his eyes from Venti's gaze as he said softly, "I also don't make promises lightly and I also wish to promise to be your anchor."

Venti smiled warmly seeing the Adeptus' features soften, "Then we can trust in each other," he pressed his forehead against the other's, "You can trust me, Xiao." he stayed there for a moment, eyes closed as he felt the warmth of Xiao's hand on his own and listened to the sounds of nature around them. He pulled away slowly before sitting on the ground, not minding the dirt that was sure to cover his cape, once again moving his fingers in the water and waited for Xiao to join him. When he felt the other sit next to him he smiled and without a word pulled out his own flute and started to play softly.

Xiao let himself sit by Venti's side as the other played. There was something about Venti's music, no, something about Venti as a person that made Xiao want to stay close by his side. The Adeptus closed his eyes once more, leaning his head down and letting Venti's music take him away, as he had those times before. 

Instead of his imagination soaring to just a world without pain and violence, there was now the addition of the god by his side, hands intertwined. Xiao's eyes opened at the image, somewhat afraid. He no longer wished for a future alone, a future where he couldn't cause any more pain, but he wished for a future with Venti. The feelings, confusing as they were, felt as though they were bubbling over the Adeptus and he wasn't sure quite how to proceed.

After some time he slowly opened his eyes, pulling the flute down from his lips and rested it in his lap, "I prefer playing for you than for any audience...." he rested his head against Xiao's shoulder, crossing their arms and holding his hand, the action was something normal for them at this point and it brought Venti comfort, "You really mean so much to me...I’ve never felt this way before...." he sighed softly before moving to wrap his arm around Xiao's neck, needing to be closer to the other. Venti intertwined their fingers as he lifted Xiao's hand to his chest, hovering over him slightly before nuzzling his face against Xiao's neck, "Thank you....for having me here, in your life..."

Venti was so close now. It made Xiao's heart turn in his stomach as he heard the words of praise slip from the bard's lips and feel his arms locked around him. Their conversation was teetering on the edge, the edge to what Xiao was still not sure. But it felt precarious, to be wrapped around each other like this, whispering in each other’s ears. But he couldn't bring himself to fully push the god away and run. Instead, the Adeptus found himself stiffening under Venti's touch and saying, “It will be morning soon. I should go."

Venti tangled his fingers into Xiao's hair in an attempt to soothe him, "We still have time...I don't want to go yet..." he sighed contentedly and fell against the other, curling up against him, "I’m not ready to be away from you..." Xiao was beginning to feel like a drug to Venti, being in his presence was intoxicating and the Adeptus soothed him in a way nothing else could. 

He lifted his head to look into the other's eyes only to find he looked as if he were about to run. Panic filled the bard as his guard went up immediately and he quickly removed his hand from Xiao's hair, "Oh...I see...I’m sorry, I don't know what came over me..." he pulled himself away from Xiao, sitting back and looking to his hands, trying to keep his composure, "I should probably go too..." had he read into the situation wrong? Did he have the wrong idea the whole time? His thoughts were racing as he quickly stood up, too scared to meet the other's gaze.

"It's fine," Xiao said hurriedly, sensing that his anxiety had seeped over into Venti. "It's okay," he said more surely this time. "I just need to leave that's all," Xiao brought his hand gently up to Venti's cheek, barely touching the soft skin, "I’m sorry." 

And with that Xiao was gone, mask donned and polearm in hand as he disappeared into the Liyue landscape. Xiao wanted to stay there with Venti forever, reveling in the feeling of being beside one another, but Xiao also felt overwhelmed. The god was too loving, too kind, and too vulnerable. For an Adeptus who had excelled in locking away his feelings and emotions for centuries, it felt like too much all at once. Though he may have wanted it, he was too wary to proceed.

Venti's meeting with Morax had gone well, it was simply them discussing the state of Teyvat over a bottle of osmanthus wine but calling it a meeting gave them a sense of accomplishment, as if they were fulfilling their duties and not simply finding an excuse to drink. He decided to stay in Liyue for a while; it had changed quite a bit since he had last visited and he was in no rush to return to Mondstadt. He had visited vendors and performed for locals, filling up the time until it began to get dark, all the while plagued by thoughts about the time he had spent in Liyue with Xiao and how part of him hoped to see him there, even if only for a moment. 

He was just about to head to a tavern for drinks, accepting the fact that they probably weren't destined to see each other again when he spotted the familiar figure and felt his heart rate speed up. Why he was in the city when he usually avoided it was unclear to Venti but he was grateful for the chance to see him nonetheless. He froze, unsure if he should approach the Adeptus-unsure if he could approach him...so he stood there, like a deer in headlights until Xiao met his gaze.

Xiao had been avoiding Venti. He knew he had been for years now, and had regretted it every day. But by the same token, he feared what would happen if he let the Archon get too close. Those that Xiao cared for never found a happy fate, only the persistent and largely indestructible Morax had survived. Even while Barbatos was similarly immortal, Xiao wanted to take no chances. And then there were the feelings beyond just caring and friendship, the way Xiao's heart tightened at every one of Venti's smiles, at every one of his laughs. I

It was something the Adeptus had never felt before, and while he knew logically what those feelings were, it was quite different to actually experience it and have to grapple with it. So it was easier to avoid Venti, not less painful by any means, but easier. Xiao was never one to visit Liyue harbor, unless requested by Morax. He preferred a life of solitude, only interacting briefly with the owner and the chef of Wangshu Inn. But Morax had requested Xiao to visit in the coming weeks, to see the city in its most recent form, so he could 'come to familiarize himself with those he was sworn to protect'. 

So Xiao wandered in between stalls and vendors, simply taking in the information. And then he heard a bright laugh and met blue eyes. His jaw tensed at the sight, longing to escape, but knowing he had to speak to Venti now and so he approached, "Why are you in Liyue?"

Venti was speechless for a moment, it had been years since they had last seen each other so he was almost in shock, "I had a meeting with Morax...and I decided to stick around, it's nice to get out of Mondstadt every once in a while." His eyes were still wide, entranced in the other as he fought the urge to embrace him. He felt extremely guilty for not reaching out to Xiao in so long, even more so because of the fact that it seemed to be becoming a pattern. 

He wanted to apologize, opening his mouth to speak the words but they wouldn't form, "It's been quite some time..." is what he settled for, fidgeting with his fingers awkwardly, avoiding Xiao's gaze. His heart was pounding against his chest and he wasn't sure how to handle the situation, but one thing he was sure of was the fact that he should take advantage of this opportunity, "Shall we go for a walk together?"

Xiao could feel his heart stop as he heard Barbatos' voice again. He wanted to reach out, to let their hands intertwine once more, let themselves press gentle kisses to their foreheads and cheeks. He missed Venti, and by the anxiety radiating off of the bard it was clear the feeling was mutual. 

So Xiao, still tense and uncomfortable and refusing to look Venti in the eye, stuck his hand out for the bard and let himself admit, "I missed you." and he had. Even though the pair had only met a handful of times, Venti had become a fixture the in the Adeptus' life.

He took Xiao's hand, smiling in relief, becoming less anxious from the touch, "I can guarantee I’ve missed you more," he squeezed the other's hand before stepping closer and wrapping his arms around him, though still hesitant. He pulled away quickly, the hug fleeting as he worried he would overwhelm him as he had the last time they met. 

When he pulled away, however, he took the Adeptus' hand in his own once again. Looking over his features it was nice to see he looked the same, as if barely any time had passed, "I’m sorry...for everything," he once again spoke without thinking, the guilt was too much to bear and he couldn't leave things unsaid, "I’m sorry for how things ended, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...and I’m sorry I didn't have the courage to reach out to you...I tend to run from my problems, I’m bad with confrontation...and I was embarrassed." he couldn't help but ramble nervously, in turn bringing onto himself another wave of anxiety.

Everything Venti did and said made Xiao even more flustered, yet comforted. How had he spent so long without this man by his side? He was so generous with compliments and physical affection, two things that while Xiao craved had never had before. Yet as Venti's rambling continued, the Adeptus could tell it was no longer his usual chit chat but the result of some sort of innate panic. Xiao stopped the pair in their walk and let his hands come up to hold Venti's cheeks. 

"I’m sorry," he admitted softly, squeezing his eyes shut. It would be easier to say what he needed to without Barbatos looking at him, "I was nervous as well. I have never had a friend before, much less one that notices everything about me without my having to even talk." he let the silence hang between them as he brought their foreheads together, "I ran. I am not one for confrontation either, at least not the complicated kind. And I’m sorry for that."

He blushed deeply at Xiao's sudden display of affection, quickly becoming flustered. His words touched Venti's heart and soothed his anxiety immensely "Thank you...this is new for both of us…and yes, it is complicated..." He couldn't do more than hint at his feelings, his blush deepened and he reached his hands up to hold Xiao's face as well. He felt slight pain in his heart when he realized Xiao could mean that things were complicated in a different way; he could know Venti's feelings for him were romantic and was conflicted because he didn't feel the same, but the way the Adeptus touched him was so full of care and tenderness that it gave him with hope. 

To anyone else it would be obvious that the action was not platonic, but Venti didn't know if Xiao knew any better-it was entirely possible that he believed the gesture to be platonic. Venti closed his eyes, beginning to feel a migraine arise from his overthinking, "Xiao, don't fret over the past. It was equally our responsibility to maintain contact...but we both have the habit of fleeing. What matters now is that we address it and move forward, together." he brushed his thumbs over Xiao's cheeks comfortingly before kissing his nose and forehead softly.

Xiao felt himself tense for a second under Venti's touch. It had been a while since he had last seen the bard and was no longer accustomed to his open affection. Yet Xiao also adored it and closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, as Venti spoke. And then there were two kisses, gentle, soft kisses that brought the Adeptus back. His eyes fluttered open to look a the blushing god. 

Oh, this was different. Xiao's own feelings towards the Archon were complicated, a mix of adoration, gratefulness and perhaps love. He never thought, though, that Venti could feel the same. After all, he was a god and Xiao a yaksha. But those kisses, and the look on his face this moment made Xiao question his belief. Perhaps he could hope for a future beside Venti, one where they both ran away from their problems together. It was a naive, foolish idea, but it did not stop Xiao from indulging in the possibility. The Adeptus let his thumbs press small circles into Venti's adorably plush cheeks as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Venti's nose and forehead as well.

At the gentle kisses Venti felt his heart clench and he nuzzled his nose against Xiao's. The gesture made Venti more flustered than he cared to admit and for the first time he pulled away first, quickly turning away in an attempt to hide his deepening blush. He laced their fingers together and began walking forward, away from the city-he had had enough of the crowds and he could assume Xiao felt the same. The bard couldn't think of much to talk about so he let Xiao talk instead, asking him about the sights they saw as he led them back to the inn. He didn't want to leave-not for a while, it had been so long since he had been in the Adeptus' presence that the need to be close to him was almost overwhelming at this point. 

Along the way he became sidetracked, leading Xiao to the top of a large hill overlooking Luhua Pool. Venti pulled the other down to sit next to him, admiring the scenery in front of them and running his fingers over the grass, "Liyue is beautiful...but I can always appreciate it more when I’m with you, maybe because I’m reminded of your contribution to the beauty of it...you've done so much for your people...I have a lot of respect for you, Alatus." he turned to face the Adeptus and placed his palm against his cheek, encouraging him to meet his gaze, "Your dedication and care for what you do is commendable...I really look up to you a lot-you inspire me to try harder for my own people."

Xiao was grateful to be leaving Liyue harbor, not because the crowds were getting to him quite yet but because he selfishly wished to spend more time with Venti away from distraction. Their walk to Luhua Pool, long as it was in reality, felt short in comparison. Unlike their previous time, where the god had filled the empty air, this time he was drawing thoughts and memories out of the Adeptus. It was the longest Xiao had spoken to someone in quite a long time, used to taking the position or listener. As they arrived, and pulled down to sit by the bard, Xiao was struck by the sheer beauty of the man next to him. There was no other way to put it, Barbatos was beautiful. Then the use of his true name and the touch to his cheek made Xiao feel once more like he might tip over the edge, but this time he no longer felt scared. 

Xiao reached up and let a hand cup the back of Venti's head as he brought their foreheads together once more. Xiao shut his eyes, focusing on his words and feelings at this moment, "I respect you as well Barbatos. You....you make me want to seek freedom and happiness. I do not think I would have thought there was a future for me in which those were achievable had it not been for you."

Venti could have teared up in that moment; he felt an overwhelming feeling of, what he realized in that moment was love for the Adeptus. He once again nuzzled his nose against Xiao's, though this time his lips accidentally ghosted over the other's. 

He gasped slightly, hesitating for a moment before pulling away, his hand finding Xiao's and he brought it to his lap, holding it in between both of his hands, "You are more than deserving of freedom and happiness, and I do believe you will find it. As I’ve said before, you have a bright future ahead of you. A future in which you will find peace and serenity...I look forward to witnessing you find happiness..." He truly did—the bard wanted to stay by Xiao's side no matter what; it didn't matter what obstacles they faced; nothing could lessen the protectiveness he felt for Xiao, or his desire to stay close, "I do hope you'll have me in your life long enough for you to find the beauty of the world, and of life itself."

Xiao felt his lips tingle at even the suggestion of a kiss, confirming for him that the feelings for the bard in front of him were not just admiration and friendship, but a deeper more pure love. He was scared, still, as to what Venti might do. As well as the god was able to read the Adeptus' emotions, Xiao was as inept in deciphering the other's. Venti's words, though, seemed to be more than enough of a confirmation as to something at least more than friendship. 

So Xiao leaned forward, mimicking what Venti had done earlier and brought their noses together, allowing their lips to touch softly, before pulling only slightly away, "I wish to be in your life as well, as long as you will let me, and I will be your grounding force in this world." Xiao had never felt so certain about something until the words left his lips and then all he could think was Yes, this is right.

Venti was full of butterflies as Xiao's lips met his own briefly and it took all the strength he had to keep himself from leaning into it. Xiao's words reassured Venti more than he could imagine and he felt a deep gratitude for them. He allowed himself to cup Xiao's neck gently, becoming lost in the feeling of being so close to him, of the warmth that radiated from the other. He almost gave into kissing him for real and throwing caution to the wind but he couldn't quite bring himself to. 

Instead he did as Xiao had again, smiling softly and ghosting his lips over the other's for only a second before pulling back. His fingers reached up to tangle in the Adeptus' hair, playing with it absentmindedly. He was content in this moment, in their current position, having no desire to move, "You already do so much for me, just the thought of you soothes me, the thought of our time together...your presence brings me a kind of peace and comfort nothing else can..."

Their closeness once more light up the Adeptus from the inside as lips ghosted against his. Xiao let a small smile come to his face as he felt Venti's hand through his hair. And then came the god's words, which at this point should not have surprised Xiao and yet they did. Venti truly cared for him for no reasons beyond Xiao's own existence and expected nothing in return. Xiao wasn't quite sure how to feel about that, nobody had expressed that sort of feeling towards him before. 

So instead, he followed Venti's lead once more, leaning in to let their lips barely touch. This time, though, Xiao let himself stay there for a moment longer before pulling back to look Venti in the eyes, "I feel the same. I do not know if peace and comfort were meant for me, but being by your side makes me think it might."

Venti smiled at Xiao's words, happy to hear that he helped Xiao see a future for himself. He let one hand fall from the other's hair to rest on his shoulder, "I will stay by your side forever-I really want to stay with you until the end of time..." he was no longer scared to promise himself to Xiao; no longer worried that Xiao would take his commitment as a burden or as another debt to repay, "I feel the same about you...you bring me true comfort, and a sense of peace I spend hours trying to find by..." his voice trailed off as he was too ashamed to tell Xiao what he was sure he already knew. 

Although he trusted Xiao and was willing to show him the bad parts of himself he didn't want Xiao to stop believing in him. How could he be seen as the symbol of freedom if he was trapped in a never ending spiral of guilt and grief? He shook his head gently and held Xiao's face in his hands, "When I think of the future...of what I want for the future, you're always beside me...I yearn to be in your presence when we're apart..."

Xiao, on instinct at this point, let his head fall into Venti's hands. It was not comforting to hear the god discuss, or even reference a deep seeded pain, but in a way it made Xiao feel even more at ease. He could be the Archon's support just as the bard supported him. "Then perhaps we should not part often?" he whispered softly, almost to himself. He knew that these moments together, beautiful as they were, would be fleeting. 

Both of them had responsibilities that would draw them to their respective countries, but if they could have time like this more often, that would be a dream. Xiao let himself meet Venti's gaze, leaning in slightly to press a soft kiss to the other's cheek, feeling his own face heat up as he did so, "At least not as often as we have been apart."

He couldn't help but blush as Xiao kissed his cheek, even more so because Xiao was blushing himself, "I would like nothing more than to see you more often...that would make me so happy, Xiao." he placed another kiss to Xiao's forehead before laying back on the grass to look at the sky, "Lay with me..." he waited until Xiao was next to him, intertwining their fingers before making sure Xiao was looking to the sky, "I find a sense of comfort, looking to the sky. Whether it's morning or night I often look to the sky because I know there is a chance you see the same clouds, the same stars, the same moon...and in that way I feel connected to you..." he turned to smile at Xiao softly, "I want to see you more...I want to be close to you so much I’m embarrassed to admit." he turned away sheepishly as a blush was quickly settling on his cheeks, "It means so much to me that you feel the same."

Xiao let himself be pulled down alongside Venti, glad to have felt the bard's kiss once more, and to have seen the other flush as well. It seemed as though they both were truly tiptoeing around the same topic, at least the Adeptus hoped. He let himself squeeze the god's hand tightly, "I’m embarrassed to admit it as well," he said softly, letting himself look over at Venti, bright red, beautiful Venti. 

He could lay like this forever, but doubt still nagged at the Adeptus, a question he knew he would not find answered until he asked directly. So he rolled onto his side to face the god fully, allowing his free hand to cup the other's cheek, "Venti, what feelings do you mean?”

Venti quickly averted his gaze, feeling slightly overwhelmed, though not in a bad way. He also turned to face Xiao, burying his face against the arm he rested his head on, "I-I’m...I’m not sure...exactly...or—I think I am sure…no, I know I’m sure but...I’m scared to say..." he couldn't help but blush deeper, feeling like a nervous wreck and he was sure he was embarrassing himself. He covered Xiao's hand, as if he were asking him to stay, "I...I just want to be close to you...all the time...and close ..." he leaned in until their noses almost touched, "Very close...I’ve never felt this way before...and I’m scared..." 

Despite the fact that he was scared he moved his hand from where it laid on top of Xiao's to rest against the Adeptus' cheek. He looked down to avoid Xiao's gaze but his eyes quickly focused on the other's lips, which only reminded him of how much he wanted to kiss the man in front of him, "What feelings do you mean?" his voice was quiet and it was evident he wasn't sure if Xiao felt the same.

Xiao could feel his heart in his ears at this point as he watched Venti become flustered and nervous. That reaction wasn't one that just a friend would have and that realization brought Xiao a sense of ease. He leaned in further to Venti and listened to the bard speak, anxious as he was. The Adeptus tried to calm himself, calm his unwarranted but still lingering fears that the god would not feel the same. "

I have never felt like this before either. It's hard to say what it is, but this feeling makes me happier than I have felt in a long time," he noticed Venti staring at his lips and Xiao turned even redder, “Please allow me to be with you, Barbatos." Xiao let his lips press soft kisses to Venti's forehead, nose, and his cheeks before pulling back and meeting the other's gaze.

His blush was even worse now but Xiao's reactions, words, and actions reassured him greatly, "I will. Until the end of time I want you by my side..." he returned Xiao's kisses and settled close to him, reaching his arms around his neck. He placed a gentle kiss against Xiao's jaw, hoping to elicit the same reaction he had before, long ago. He reached a hand to Xiao's hair once again, moving closer to him-impossibly close; if Xiao's blush was any indication to his true feelings Venti felt the responsibly to make the first move, knowing Xiao could not. His lips pressed against the other's ear, his voice barely above a whisper, "But what I want to know is how do you want to be with me, Alatus?" He needed to know for sure, the possibility of Xiao not feeling the same was driving him insane.

Xiao shuddered not just at the kiss but from everything about this moment, the way Venti spoke soft and kind, the hand in his hair. He knew now that what the Archon wanted was confirmation. Venti was too careful with Xiao's feelings, one of the few to have ever actually seen them, and the Adeptus appreciated it. But Xiao felt the same way, and wanted Venti to know. 

"Barbatos," Xiao responded softly and let his hand cup Venti's face once more, "I want to be with you not simply as a friend." It was an admission that Xiao had not been sure he would make but laying together like this, and the look of pure love in Venti's face, how could Xiao do anything but speak from his heart.

Venti gasped softly, feeling his heart stop at the confession. He placed gentle kisses along Xiao's jaw, moving slow and gentle until he reached Xiao's lips where he hesitated, "I want the same thing." he leaned into Xiao further, pulling him closer. He felt overwhelmed in the best way possible; all of his fears subsided and all of his hopes were becoming reality. 

Venti pressed against Xiao until he was on his back and moved so that he was leaning over him, wanting to make sure he had the Adeptus' full focus when he said his next words, "I think I’m in love with you, Xiao," his lips stayed close to the other's, and he pressed them against Xiao's barely, inviting the other to initiate the kiss if he was ready to, not wanting to move too fast.

Xiao was overwhelmed by it, knowing now that his feelings were reciprocated, that Venti had been just as nervous and concerned about ruining what they had. Now with the bard hovering over him, the confession hanging in the air, Xiao could say what he had known all along, "I love you too, Venti." the Adeptus had thought of this moment, and now with it actually happening, he wanted it to be as perfect as possible, for Venti's sake. Xiao let one hand sit on Venti's waist, the other coming up to thumb over his cheekbone as he pressed their lips together. Xiao was nervous, awkward, and stiff, having never kissed anyone before, but he tried to convey the overpouring love into this one action.

Venti gave into the kiss eagerly, and, sensing anxiety and nervousness from the other, took over. He moved so he was fully on top of Xiao, holding him close as he kissed him passionately, "I love you." saying the words made him blush again, at this point he was slightly annoyed by how much Xiao made him blush, clearly embarrassed. He kissed Xiao slowly, his actions full of tenderness and love, careful to pay attention to any warning signs or discomfort from the other. When he could tell they were both out of breath he pulled away, searching the other's expression, "Was that okay? Are you okay with this? You don't regret it, do you?"

Xiao was incredibly grateful that Venti was decidedly more experienced in this area. He tried to follow the god's lead once more as they kissed, matching the other's pace as they kissed. It made Xiao's head spin to be so close with Venti, to have their feelings shared. When they both ran out of breath, all that the Adeptus could do was stare up at the bard and repeat, "I love you," before actually processing what the other had said. Xiao brought the bard's hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss, "I do not regret anything when it comes to you."

Venti looked away sheepishly, flustered by the tender gesture, "That makes me very happy..." he looked back at the other lovingly, "You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that..." his gaze drifted back to Xiao's lips as he leaned in to kiss them softly, almost in a teasing manner. 

He pulled away to bury his face against Xiao's neck, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, "I’ve never been happier than I am in this moment." he trailed his fingers down Xiao's neck and chest to rest over his heart, smiling when he noticed that his heart was beating almost as fast as his own.

Xiao let his arms wrap more tightly around Venti, wanting to pull the other man as close to him as possible. "I have not been happier either," Xiao admitted softly letting his face bury into the fluff of hair on his chest. It was clear they were both nervous, both giddy, both unsure of what was coming next. But they were in it together, alongside each other, and Xiao had never felt more comfortable into jumping into the unknown. 

He kissed Venti's head a few times as he murmured, "If I disappoint you, please tell me." he knew his own limitations in terms of experience and emotional capability. And while if anyone would make Xiao feel comfortable, it was Venti, the Adeptus still wanted to ensure that he wouldn't become a burden or responsibility on the other.

Venti peered up at Xiao, brows furrowed, "You could never disappoint me, Xiao," moving to cup his cheeks, he kissed the other softly before climbing on top of Xiao, straddling him but still holding his face in his hands, "You're perfect...I love you exactly the way you are-and I will love every part of you, every version of you unconditionally for as long as you'll let me." He leaned down to kiss him again, hoping to soothe all of his worries. At this point he couldn't remember what it was like not being in love with the man under him, and he could not imagine Xiao ever disappointing him, "I ask for nothing more than your love...I don't want you to be anything but yourself when you're with me."

Xiao could feel his face turning bright as Venti spoke, particularly because he knew deep inside that Venti would not exaggerate or lie to him. These were his true feelings, and he truly thought Xiao was perfect. Xiao adjusted himself so he could sit up with the bard in his lap as tightened his grip on the other's waist, "You don't need to ask for my love Venti, you have had it for centuries now." 

Even though at the time, Xiao did not understand his feelings it was true. He had fallen for Venti that day centuries ago when his music brought Xiao away from his personal torment. Xiao leaned in, far more confident this time, to kiss the god once again, wanting to savor every moment they had to be together.

Venti was surprised, to say the least, by the Adeptus' sudden confidence but he was excited by it. He kissed him back with as much fervor as Xiao had, once again wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. Everything felt so right in this moment, as if this was where he was meant to be. Venti knew it was only temporary and that they would have to part ways soon so he tried to take advantage of this opportunity, kissing Xiao almost desperately, only pulling away to allow them to catch their breath, "I really believe I was always meant to be with you." He spoke quietly, running his fingers through Xiao's hair gently, "I feel at peace when I’m in your arms...I feel safe, and happy...I said the tree in Windrise was my home before, but I’ve never felt more comfortable than when I’m with you. You are my home, as you insinuated I was yours before."

Xiao's need to be by Venti's side was amplified as they kissed. Now having him in his arms, Xiao never wanted to let go, he wanted to stay there, getting to know every part of the Archon. But when they both pulled back for air, Xiao couldn't help but find a soft smile come to his lips as he saw Venti's red lips and flushed cheeks, sure that he looked the same. 

His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Venti's hands in his hair and the Adeptus let his head fall forward until it was resting on the god's chest. "I do not know what it feels like to have anything resembling a home, Venti. But you're correct, with you in my arms I feel more at peace and comfortable that I do anyplace else," he pressed a soft kiss as he continued to speak into Venti's chest, "If it was my fate to be burdened by my past, it was also my fate to build a future alongside you."

Venti felt overwhelmed with happiness hearing the other's words, kissing Xiao's head softly, "That means more to me than you could ever imagine." he brought his hand to Xiao's chin, gently lifting his head so he could meet his gaze, "I can't wait for our future together. I’m honored to spend the rest of my life hand in hand with you, Alatus." he lifted Xiao's hand to press a genle kiss to his palm before resting it over his heart, "I’m so happy with you, and I’m happy knowing that I’m not alone, that I have you with me, and always will. I find comfort in knowing you will be at my side when I call for you." 

He smiled brightly before returning to kissing the other, once again only pulling away when he had to, "I know you might have to leave soon, but please don't be afraid to call for me. I can't stand going even another month without seeing you..."

Xiao let his hand clutch at Venti's cape, over his heart, as they kissed once more. Xiao was less nervous now to kiss Venti and let himself relax into the feeling. It was a shame when they had to part, though. "I hope it will be sooner than a month?" Xiao asked expectantly, an eyebrow raised. He knew that Venti would say yes. Despite being a god, Venti seemed to forgo the rules and expectations that Morax was so tied too. So frequent trips to Liyue to visit Xiao were likely not out of the question. "I know we have waited many, many years before, but even a day is going to feel longer," Xiao admitted, bringing Venti's hand to his lips to kiss. The Adeptus wasn't sure he would ever get over this, the feeling of being loved and being in love.

Venti lit up at Xiao's desire to see him more, grasping his face in both hands and kissing him excitedly, "I can visit you tomorrow," he said in between kisses, "and the day after that," another kiss, "and again the day after," he continued this rambling in between placing quick kisses along the other's jaw and neck. His hands ran down Xiao's arms to take the other's hands in his own, pulling them away from his body to kiss each gently before placing them back on his waist. "I don't want to go even another day without you to be honest..." he felt himself blush and looked away shyly, "It's not like I have too many responsibilities; I’m free most of the time. In fact..." his gaze met Xiao's again as he wrapped one arm around his neck and cupped his cheek with the other, "I can stay....if you want me to...it might be nice to spend the night in each other's arms..." he was nervous to be in a situation where neither of them could flee if things got complicated, and he was even more nervous at the thought of Xiao rejecting him, nonetheless he thought it was worth it to ask.

Xiao felt the flurry and flutter of kisses down to his very soul as he pulled Venti closer to him. Having him this close was a bit terrifying, but thrilling as well. Xiao, never one for indulging in his personal emotions, was similarly unused to intimacy. But like everything else Venti seemed to be an exception to his rule.

The Adeptus tilted his head to press a kiss to the god's palm, "I will have to begin patrolling sometime soon," he reminded, seeing now that the sun was beginning to rise behind the Archon, a beautiful sight indeed. The pair certainly had lost track of time together, as they were wont to do, "But if you come again tonight I would enjoy spending more time with you." He flushed, knowing the implication of his words, but not wanting to stop himself from saying it anyhow.

Seeing Xiao blush brought a blush to Venti's cheeks and he responded eagerly, "I would also enjoy that...so it's decided, I’ll meet you at the inn tonight..." he was definitely nervous to say the least. This was the first time they were doing anything knowingly romantic and the mood of their conversation had him on edge. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Adeptus' lips before pulling away to sit next to him instead, taking a moment to appreciate the deep blush that settled on Xiao's cheeks as well as his disheveled hair and clothes before leaning towards him to whisper against his ear, "Although it pains me to leave, I should give you some time to compose yourself before your patrol..." and with that he gave Xiao one last kiss before standing up and walking away without another word.

Xiao longed to stay in this moment forever, where both were blissfully nervous and excited. But Xiao also knew that he had other issues to attend to. He loved Venti, he truly did, but he couldn’t let go of or ignore his duties to Liyue. The Archon was to be an addition to his life, not a distraction. Though by the way Venti kissed and the look he was giving now, perhaps the Adeptus wouldn't mind the occasional distraction. 

And with that the bard was gone, leaving Xiao alone once more in Liyue. Yet for once it did not feel truly alone. He knew now that he not only had someone out there who cared for him as a person, but someone who truly loved him, flaws and past and all. Xiao adjusted his clothes and hair, donned his mask and set off once more to ensure the safety of his home, though his mind was preoccupied with what would come of this evening.

By the time night arrived, Xiao found himself tired, with more activity to fight off than usual. Btu he could not let himself be worn down, as Venti was expecting him. Admittedly, Xiao was a nervous wreck, though he would never let on to such feelings. Venti could bring out the best in the Adeptus, that much was clear, but that Xiao didn't feel any anxiety over it. They had only confessed less than 24 hours ago, and were now going to have a first official date, though to an outsider all of their previous interactions with each other fundamentally counted as dates.

As Xiao trekked back to Wangshu Inn, he tried to brainstorm all that he could do to make things special and romantic for the Archon. It didn't take too long for him to come to a decision. And so later, Xiao sat on the bed in a room at the inn, a bottle of wine on the table beside him and the window opened. He felt as calm as he was ever going to be for this first date, so Xiao approached the window and let a whisper out into the wind, calling the name of his beloved.

Venti was by Xiao's side in an instant, embracing him warmly and placing a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away and running his hands down the Adeptus' arms soothingly, "I missed you." He felt silly saying it since barely any time had passed since they had last seen each other but it was true. He walked further into the room, beaming at the effort Xiao had put into setting things up for their first official date, "Wow...this is so thoughtful...thank you..." he was genuinely touched that Xiao had gone out of his way to set something up, even though it wasn't anything too fancy but that's what Venti wanted.

He would most definitely prefer spending a night alone with Xiao in the comfort and privacy of a room in an inn than going out together; he was a nervous wreck and the fact that the setting was so calm helped put him at ease. Venti turned to Xiao, resting a hand against his cheek gently before kissing him slowly, though the feeling of Xiao's lips on his own was tantalizing and he almost lost himself in it, pulling away before he got carried away.

Xiao let himself flush at Venti's compliment, letting himself lean in fully to their kiss, wanting to feel more, and be closer, “And I missed you too."

The Adeptus went away for a moment, to go pour two glasses, "I know it isn't Mondstadt wine but I thought you still might appreciate it." While Xiao wasn't one for wine, he would be remiss not to share it, and this moment with the god. He handed forward the glass for Venti, leaning in for a moment to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

Venti smiled softly at the kiss before leaning forward to place a kiss to Xiao's cheek as well, "You're drinking...is this your first time or is it just rare for you to?" he pulled away and pressed his own glass to his lips, only taking a sip before setting it back down. He wanted to be mostly sober for this, only indulging enough to feel a small buzz that would soothe his nerves and heighten the exciting mood of the night. He placed his hand on Xiao's cheek before speaking softly, "I do appreciate it-very much...everything about this moment is perfect. You're so good to me."

Xiao felt himself flush at Venti's kiss, "It's just rare. I’m usually not fond of the taste but since you love it so much I figured it may be worth trying once more," he took a sip, before putting the glass back down with a sour look on his face. Xiao would do anything for the god, except maybe have a full glass of wine. He let his hand reach to cup Venti's cheek, "I want to make you happy, that's all."

Venti laughed for a moment before holding the other's face in his hands, "Xiao, you're adorable...just being with you makes me happy." He pushed the glass of wine further away from Xiao before placing his hand on his neck softly, "If you don't like the taste, don't drink it; it would be silly for you to." He kissed Xiao's lips gently before touching his forehead to the other's, "Really, all I need to be happy is your presence."

Xiao closed his eyes and let his hands fall to Venti's waist, wanting to hold the god closer, "All I need is you too," he admitted softly. It was strange, to now have such a steady source of comfort and happiness when so much of the Adeptus' life had been consistently shrouded by pain and trauma. But here was a light, warm and bright, now a permanent fixture in Xiao's existence. He leaned in, pressing their lips together softly, a part of him still not used to the idea that he could do this now, that he could be with Venti.

Venti's hands found their way into Xiao's hair eagerly as he kissed him back, leaning into him almost desperately, "Xiao...kissing you is almost addicting..." his cheeks were already flushed and he would blame it on the wine but he assumed Xiao knew better, "It's like I can never get enough." He smiled shyly, averting his gaze, too nervous to look at the other directly, before grabbing his clothes to him closer and kiss him once again.

It was sweet to see that Venti was as nervous as Xiao felt as well. Xiao tightened his grasp on Venti, not wanting to let go for even a moment. The nature of who they were meant they would have to part frequently, but for now, while they could be together, Xiao did not want to let the god out of his arms. He flushed at the bard's compliments, and let his face fall into the crook of Venti's neck, "I will never get enough of you," he whispered, not wanting to say it too loud, not wanting to ruin this beautiful moment.

Venti pet Xiao's hair gently, sighing in contentment, "Well...you have me forever." He smiled warmly, realizing that Xiao truly wanted a future with him as he did. He pulled the Adeptus closer, "I mean that...I’ve never belonged to anything or anyone, but I am yours; and I will be forever." He kissed his head before tilting his face up to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

Venti never thought he would vow himself to anything, he assumed his responsibility to protect Mondstadt was as close as he would get to commitment, but he felt a sense of security and protection from Xiao that he didn't get from anything else, and he wanted to give Xiao the same sense of safety and comfort, so he vowed himself to the other gladly and was surprised to find that the feelings of panic and anxiety he anticipated never came.

Xiao felt himself fall into the kiss, letting go of any anxiety he had previously. Venti was a honest, true god and if he said forever who was Xiao to question that? They had each other now, to hold and to love for as long as they walked this earth. Xiao never thought he would find something to commit to something so completely besides the protection of Liyue.

Yet there was no question is his mind now, as he lavished kisses with the god in his arms, that this was a lifetime commitment as well. Xiao found himself pulling back for air briefly, hands coming up to hold Venti's face as the Adeptus assured, "You have me forever as well," with a soft smile, leaning in for another kiss.

Venti could feel his heart rate quicken seeing Xiao smile, and he pushed his face away gently just for a chance to see it again. He looked into his eyes with an expression full of love and admiration, "I love when you smile...it's brief, and I know you try to hide it but it's beautiful." he kissed Xiao again, now placing his hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently in an attempt to relax him, "You can relax when you're with me...I know you're tense because you're so used to being on guard, but you're safe here." He placed soft kisses on Xiao's cheeks before kissing his forehead and finally his lips, "I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Venti was so good to him, perhaps too good. Yet Xiao didn't want to let go, even if he sometimes felt as though he did not deserve the unbridled love and admiration, being by the Archon's side was too wonderful to ever let slip by. Xiao could feel his muscles loosen under Venti's hands, and his heart relax under his lips. When he finally had to pull away to catch his breath, the Adeptus had to avert his gaze from Venti's kind eyes. Nobody had called him beautiful before, it was a bit embarrassing to hear, particularly from Venti, "You're beautiful too. It feels sacrilegious to love a god as beautiful as you."

He took the Adeptus' face in his hands, kissing his nose softly, "I don't want you to think of me as a god. We are both equal in this relationship." he moved his hands to wrap around Xiao's neck, moving closer so he was leaning over the other slightly, "I want to be nothing more than your counterpart, I want to live my life by your side."

Settling in Xiao's lap so they could be closer, he took the other's hand in his own to intertwine their fingers, "I love you...I want you to be happy more than anything. I want to see your smile and be the reason you do." he kissed Xiao gently, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Xiao nodded against Venti's lips, "You have already made me smile more than I ever thought I would. To be your other half is the greatest wish I could ask for right now," he let his hands settle on Venti's thighs as he tugged them closer together for another kiss. The Adeptus felt safe here, felt that he could let go for even just a brief few hours and indulge in the joy and happiness that Barbatos brought with him. Perhaps to an outsider, this all seemed fast, dedications to eternity with each other only hours after admitting their feelings. But for Xiao, this was centuries in the making.

Taking the hint from Xiao's simple gesture of pulling him closer, Venti pushed him onto his back gently, turning them onto their sides so he could tangle his legs with Xiao's. He also craved the feeling of being close to the other; even if he had been in similar situations before it was never romantic and with Xiao it felt completely different-everything felt new and slightly nerve-wracking but more than anything it was exciting.

Venti pulled Xiao closer, not letting his lips leave the other's even for air, gasping softly against them. Everything about the moment was gentle and loving and he'd never felt more safe and happy in all of his years of living.

Everything about this was new and exciting for Xiao. He hadn't felt such a need to be near someone, to want to explore and learn every part of them. As they made themselves comfortable on the bed, Xiao let one arm wrap around the back of Venti's neck, the other pulling his waist, drawing languid deep kisses.

The small sighs and gasps coming from the god's mouth made Xiao want to try harder to pull more out. Still unsure of what he was doing, really, Xiao kept following Venti's lead in their kissing, matching his movements and pace. At that moment, nothing could have felt better.

The way Xiao held him felt so caring and gentle, but he could tell Xiao was needy for more. He moaned breathlessly, pulling away when he absolutely couldn't kiss anymore. He tried to catch his breath but after only a couple seconds his lips were on Xiao's again, only making the situation worse. Venti arched his back into Xiao's touch, using all of his strength to pull him closer.

The feeling of being so entangled with Xiao as well as the heat of the room due to Liyue's natural environment was becoming overwhelming and he quickly fumbled to remove his cape and unbutton the collar of his shirt desperately, giving up after a second and simply allowing himself to become lost in the feeling of Xiao's lips on his own.

Xiao was feeling more fully the need to be close, clothes now getting in the way, especially as he could feel Venti press against him, hear the moans coming from the god's lips. Xiao tightened his grasp on Venti, letting the hand on his back trace down the back of his thigh as he desperate tried to be closer.

The Adeptus really did not know what he was doing at this moment, just trying to follow the feeling and desire. He could feel, though, the bard struggling with his cape, so Xiao pulled back for a moment with a soft smile as he helped undo it letting drop from his lips an embarrassed, "I love you."

Venti flushed, feeling slightly shaky from the other's touch, "I love you." he reached up to cup Xiao's face in his hands once again, leaning in to kiss him desperately. After a moment he let his hands roam lower, exploring the other's body as he was; letting his fingers trail over his arms and chest, the action only heightening his lust.

It didn't take long until he was out of breath again, pulling away from Xiao's lips though his hands brought the other closer. He tangled his fingers in his hair almost frantically, pulling him closer, desperate to feel Xiao's lips on his skin again.

Xiao, now more confident to a certain extent, let his hands roam across Venti's body, trying desperately to clutch and grab, and bring them closer. Tentatively he let his hands wander to the base of Venti's back, pulling away for a moment to search his eyes on whether this was okay. The Adeptus was new to all of this, new to knowing what would feel good, what would make the god happy. And he longed to make Venti feel as happy as he felt in that moment, as full of lust and passion.

Venti smiled warmly, nodding softly before capturing Xiao's lips in a passionate and desperate kiss, much more needy than before. He slowly pulled down the soft fabric that hung from Xiao's arm, kissing his skin softly. He let out a shaky sigh, looking to Xiao to read his expression before once again letting his hands roam across the other's chest and stomach, though this time he moved a bit lower, trailing his fingers down to the other's waist where he hesitated for a moment before bringing them back up to hold Xiao's face gently, searching his expression as he had before, silently telling him to feel no obligation or pressure.

Xiao gave Venti a nod as well, fluttering a light kiss to the bard's forehead before leaning back enough to remove his own shirt. Xiao had never really thought of his body before, at least not in any way besides it being used as a weapon in battle, but now with Venti so close and so loving, the Adeptus could feel his whole body turn read with embarrassment. "Is this okay?" he wanted to check again, not assume anything about the god in front of him.

Venti could feel his blush deepen, comforted by the fact that Xiao was just as if not more embarrassed and nervous as he was. The bard immediately reached for Xiao, gently trailing his fingers over the dips and curves of his abs, "It's more than okay...it's perfect, everything about this is perfect..." he pulled Xiao closer, whispering against his lips, "You're perfect." the Adeptus was being exceptionally slow and gentle with him, as if he were precious, which is something Venti had never experienced before, and he wasn't exactly sure how to react. So instead, he decided to focus on Xiao, kissing him gently and lovingly, hoping to give his lover the same kind of comfort and care he was being shown.

Xiao felt like he wanted to close his eyes, feeling the way that Venti was looking at him, with need, and love, and adoration. But at the same time, he couldn't let his eyes leave the god's. Nobody had touched the Adeptus like this, with so much care, and so close. He let himself give into the kisses, sensing all the love and kindness that Venti embodied.

His hands traveled across the expanse of Venti's back gently, bringing him until their chests were pressed together. And still, it did not feel close enough somehow. Xiao felt nervous all of a sudden, and pulled back, pressing soft kisses to Venti's face now to calm himself.

Xiao's sudden tensing didn't go unnoticed by Venti who pulled him closer, speaking barely above a whisper, "If this is too fast we can slow down..." he lifted Xiao's chin gently so he could meet his gaze, "Yes, we have thousands of years to make up for...but we also have an eternity to make up for it," he kissed him softly before pressing their foreheads together, "We can stop here. There's nothing wrong with stopping here-I want you to be comfortable, you're free to stop now if you don't want this anymore." he moved his hand from Xiao's chin to cup his cheek gently, wrapping his free hand around the other's back to pull him closer. Although Venti suspected Xiao was just feeling nervous he wanted him to know he was free to backtrack if he wasn't sure about what was happening anymore.

Xiao felt himself calm almost immediately at the sound of Venti's voice, the feeling of their foreheads together, "I’m okay." he looked up and gave a quick peck to Venti's nose, "I have never been this way with someone before, so I am admittedly a bit nervous." again, Xiao's insecurities and walls were fallen at Barbatos' words and touch. "But I want to," the Adeptus closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Venti with him. "I really want to," his voice darker and more desperate now.

Venti gasped at Xiao's change in tone, taking a deep breath to calm himself before speaking softly, "It will be okay...we'll take everything slow, there's no pressure..." as much as he tried to speak in an even tone, his voice sounded breathy and his words were mumbled.

The way Venti tightened his hold on Xiao made it obvious that he was just as needy as the Adeptus, if not more so. He hoped his words were soothing but he really couldn't say more, as he suddenly lost his ability to form sentences and his words were replaced by soft sighs and moans as he kissed Xiao desperately, unable to hold back anymore.

Xiao similarly let go of holding back, clutching the back of Venti's clothes desperately, meeting his kisses with equal fierceness. A fleeting thought that came to the Adeptus' mind was that he now understood why humans fought over each other, over affairs, over this sort of passion. It was a different kind of innate need that Xiao knew only Venti could satisfy. His hand drifted to his thigh, hiking up the other's leg to wrap around Xiao's hip, anything to be closer.

Venti used his leg to pull Xiao closer, moaning at the friction it created. His hands roamed down Xiao's sides in an attempt to tease him but since they were shaky from nerves and excitement he ended up clinging to him, once again whining at the sensation of being so close, "Xiao..." he sighed his name like it was sacred, so quiet that only the Adeptus could hear, and it was in that moment that he realized how special and intimate this was.

It felt like they were the only people around for miles, and he felt safe under Xiao's touch and in his hold. His mind was clear of everything except the man in his arms, and he felt himself relax fully for the first time in as long as he could remember.

Hearing his name now, said in that way by Venti amidst the moans, made Xiao's heart soar. It sounded as though he were hearing it for the first time, truly hearing it, with all the warmness and kindness enveloping each letter. He pulled back for a second, still keeping his face close to Venti's as he met the other's gaze as he trailed his hand down to the hem of the bard's blouse, slipping a hand under to find soft skin underneath. The Adeptus leaned in once more now, with more force so that Venti was now on his back, Xiao hovering over him, lavishing him in deep, passionate kisses.

Venti's fingers curled in Xiao's hair, his moans now muffled by the other's lips. Xiao's touch was heavenly and Venti really couldn't get enough. He grabbed at him desperately, practically begging for more. He was so overwhelmed but it still wasn't enough, "Xiao—please..." he wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for, but he wanted to be closer. His hands moved from Xiao's hair to unbutton his own top; but his movements were so fast and forceful that he almost ripped it. Sighing in frustration, he gave up, deciding to instead run his hands along Xiao's skin, touching him anywhere and everywhere he could reach.

Xiao chuckled a bit softly at Venti's insistence, feeling a bit realized that the other was just as needy in this moment. Xiao kept their lips together as a hand worked down trying to unbutton his shirt. It was clumsy and took much longer than the Adeptus really would have wanted, but soon enough he was able push it off the bard's shoulders. He sat up for a moment to gaze at Venti, only to be surprised by the shining blue marking on his chest. Xiao leaned forward to press kisses across the entire mark, soft and slow.

Venti's eyes widened as he caught Xiao's reaction to seeing the mark on his chest, smiling shyly as the other kissed him, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over him. Every one of Xiao's touches were gentle and loving, and it didn't seem to be conscious on his behalf. It appeared that it was entirely natural for Xiao to be a gentle and caring lover. Venti expected as much but to be the one being ravished by the Adeptus felt like an honor.

He felt so loved and cared for by the other it was slightly overwhelming, in the best way possible, "So sweet to me..." he let his head fall against the pillows, closing his eyes and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of Xiao's lips on his skin, "You're so good to me...I love you so much."

Xiao kept pressing small kisses across Venti's chest, enjoying the way it was making the god squirm a bit underneath him. As embarrassed as Xiao had been earlier, it was lovely to see Venti feeling just the same. He trailed his kisses up until their lips met once more in a loving, but brief kiss, "I love you too," Xiao's hand found its way to Venti's waist once more as he fell onto his side again, "And you are so beautiful."

He pressed a kiss to the top of the bard's head, before bringing them closer so they returned to their intensely close intertwinement. Xiao couldn't help but notice small things about Venti, things he wanted to take more time to know, to love. The freckle on his shoulder, a few scars that he would ask stories about later, every part of Venti's body was another reason for the Adeptus to love him.

Venti was relieved to be so close to Xiao again, the attention Xiao was giving him definitely made him flustered and anxious to close the space between them. Wrapping his arms around Xiao's neck he brought him as close as he possibly could, intertwining their legs and bringing a hand to his hair, cradling him gently, wanting to focus his affection on the other for a moment, "You are so beautiful...you're breathtakingly beautiful..." He hiked his leg up subtly in between Xiao's, hoping to draw beautiful noises from him as well, "So pretty...I adore every part of you..." he moved his hand to the base of Xiao's neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss once more.

He only pulled away after a moment to catch his breath and speak against the other's lips softly, "I worship you, Alatus." Venti wanted to make it clear that he saw them as equals, and if Xiao were to worship him it should be as his lover, not as a god, which was something Venti knew would take time for the Adeptus to get used to, but still, he wanted his feelings to be known.

Xiao could feel himself let out a shuddered breath at Venti's words, turning into a soft moan at the friction. He leaned into the feeling, into the bard's leg as his arm tried to pull him even closer. These were feelings unlike any other that the Adeptus had felt before.

It felt as though knots were forming in the pit of his stomach, and surprisingly it was a sensation he rather enjoyed. Through their kiss, Xiao longed to express how flustered and desperate the other was making him feel. He couldn't help but smile a bit, though, when they finally caught their breath, at the way Venti said his real name.

It felt strange to have a god declare their worship to someone, and while Xiao felt himself unworthy of such feelings, he knew Venti was honest. He let his hand trail up to gently hold the back of the god's neck, "I worship you too, Venti."

Xiao knew well enough that Barbatos was not a god that desired worship, and certainly would not desire it from a lover. Venti, though, the bard that Xiao had fallen for those centuries ago, perhaps he would desire worship. Xiao let himself trail soft kiss across the other's face, and down his neck, still unsure really on what to do.

Venti smiled at Xiao's words; truly he didn't feel deserving of the other's kind and gentle treatment but he knew all of his words and actions were genuine. Tightening his grip on Xiao, Venti positioned himself in a way that would cause friction for the other any time they moved, though it was hard for Venti to focus when Xiao's lips on his neck turned him into putty in the Adeptus' hands.

"Your noises...are so pretty..." Venti's eyes fluttered shut and his fingers found their way to Xiao's hair once again, pulling him closer. He was desperate at this point, desperate to make Xiao feel good, desperate to bring him pleasure and make him feel loved. His soft moans turned into breathy whines as he quickly started to lose his composure, clinging to Xiao desperately, "You're...so good at this." The bard knew Xiao was nervous and he wanted to soothe his worries because he really was good at what he was doing and Venti would never miss the opportunity to praise him.

Xiao let out another breathy moan as he felt Venti even closer, the friction even more wonderful. He let his hands come to grip onto Venti's hips more tightly as he tried to bring them closer together. If he was feeling pleasure from this, he wanted to make sure Venti was as well. He wanted to love the god truly and fully, wanted to focus on pleasing the other. Venti was so good to him, so kind and gentle, all Xiao wanted to return that feeling. He wanted to shower Barbatos in love, in every way possible.

It was encouraging, then, to hear the sounds escaping his lover's lips. The Adeptus dropped more forceful kisses across his neck before pulling away momentarily to look at the bard. Venti’s cheeks were flushed, eyes darkened with need. In truth he looked even more beautiful that Xiao could have imagined. He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to the other’s cheek before asking softly, “What do you want me to do?”

Venti blinked at the question, caught off guard for a moment before smiling sweetly. He pulled Xiao into a gentle but lustful kiss before turning them so Xiao was on his back, quickly moving to straddle him, doing so without breaking their kiss. He trailed gentle kisses down Xiao's neck, taking time to run his hands up and down his sides lovingly, wanting to appreciate his lover and shower him in affection.

When his lips met Xiao's again he placed the other's hands on his own waist, holding them for a moment. His expression was playful despite being clouded by lust and he leaned in to whisper against Xiao's ear softly, "Whatever you want." he had to try not to laugh at his teasing, though it was purposeful.

Venti wanted Xiao to move at his own pace and do what he thought was right in the moment-of course Venti would guide him through everything, but he wanted Xiao to take things slow, even if it was painfully frustrating for both of them. He moved the Adeptus' hands to his thighs again, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, teasing him with his tongue as he grinded against Xiao slowly, sighing into the kiss.

Xiao found himself gazing up at Venti in a bit of wonder. The god was so kind and generous to him. Humorously, Xiao realized that perhaps both of them were trying so hard to please the other, and admittedly that reassured the Adeptus that this was an equal partnership. He felt safe here with Venti, even though he had no experience in love in general, much less this kind. But he knew, though, that Venti would continue to be a gentle and wonderful lover.

He let his hands, placed purposefully, to clutch at his thighs, trying even more desperately to bring Venti closer, feel more of him. As the other grinded down, Xiao couldn’t help the moan that escaped into their kiss, mouth opening for the other. He still felt unsure on what he was doing, but decided that at this point matching Venti had proven successful. So the Adeptus held down the other’s thighs against his body as he rolled his hips upwards, wanting to extract more sounds and love from the other.

Venti moaned into the kiss, bringing one hand to cup the back of the other's neck, "That's good..." he whispered words of encouragement against Xiao's lips in between moans and whines. He was so worked up it was hard to think nonetheless speak so his words came out broken and possibly too quiet to hear.

When he couldn't hold back anymore, Venti wrapped his arms around Xiao's neck, turning them onto their sides before trailing his fingers down Xiao's chest and stomach to rest against his bulge; looking to the other to make sure this was okay. He didn't move and waited for Xiao to give permission; this was a big step and he wanted to make sure he didn't have the wrong idea and wasn't moving too fast. So he waited, placing gentle kisses on Xiao's neck, showing no signs of impatience or hurry.

Xiao felt himself shudder at the praise, now letting his grinding become more insistent, their kisses messier. At this point, Xiao was lost in the feeling, the sensation of having Venti so close, and yet still not close enough. When Venti moved them both to their side, Xiao practically whined at the loss of touch, though was quickly silenced by the hand tracing down his body.

Looking at Venti, Xiao noticed again the patience and care in his eyes. This would have felt unnerving and uncomfortable if it weren’t for those eyes, that smile, the way the god spoke to him in soft loving words. So the Adeptus leaned forward to press their lips together softly, his hips pushing himself into Venti’s palm as he whispered a needy, “Please,” before wrapping his arms around Venti once more and pulling him in for a desperate, fierce kiss. 

Venti returned the kiss eagerly, attempting to touch Xiao gently but the manner in which he was being kissed indicated it wasn't enough. He continued palming Xiao, his soft moans and whines encouraged Venti to press forward. He slipped his tongue into the other's mouth, his movements gentle and slow which he noticed only made Xiao more needy.

He pushed Xiao onto his back then, after making sure he was focused on their kissing slipped his hand into Xiao's pants, teasing the base of his cock gently while keeping Xiao engaged in their kiss, wanting him to feel love and comfort with each of his actions. He moaned softly into the kiss, excitement and nerves rushing through him as he pulled away after a moment to meet Xiao's gaze, making sure the other was enjoying it as much as he was.

Xiao let himself relax into Venti’s kiss, into his touch, let himself give over into the sensation. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, overwhelmed by Venti in this moment in the best way possible. Xiao did not think he would be one to ever give over to somebody, but at this moment he felt all tension and fear slip away, and he wanted in that moment to be Venti’s and Venti’s alone. He let his tongue slide against Venti’s, wanting to feel more, be closer.

Xiao was vaguely aware of the whining sounds that the god was pulling out of him, but no longer held any sort of embarrassment regarding it. When Venti’s hand slipped under his pants, Xiao’s hips instinctively pushed further into his palm as he felt himself getting harder that he already had been under Venti’s palm.

When the other pulled away from the kiss, Xiao could guess how absolutely wrecked he looked at this moment, his eyes threatening to shut in pleasure and his breathing more staggered. He offered a soft smile up to Venti with a barely audible chuckle, “You’re really good at this.” 

Venti blushed at Xiao's words but he didn't halt his actions, "You look so good like this..." he began to stroke Xiao slowly, it was apparent that he was teasing the Adeptus but he couldn't help it.

Now positive that this was what Xiao wanted, he decided to stop torturing him and gripped him more firmly, picking up the pace as he whispered praise into the other's ear, "So pretty..." Venti leaned in to kiss Xiao again, passionately and rougher than before, although he was still being gentle he wanted it to be apparent that he was as needy and worked up as Xiao was, he didn't want to seem unengaged and he wanted Xiao to realize the effect he had on the bard. He ran his free hand through Xiao's hair, moaning softly against his lips and pressed himself closer to the other.

They still weren't close enough and Venti felt needy in a way he never had with anyone before, he wanted to know all of Xiao, to feel all of him. He found his lips again desperately, moving his hand from Xiao's hair to grip his shoulder as he kissed him with a new fervor that he hadn't had before.

As Venti began moving his hand in earnest, Xiao threw his head back onto the pillow with a strained groan, shutting his eyes tightly. Having never been with someone like this before, never had any interest in it either, Xiao had never imagined what it would feel like. He was certain, though, that this felt better than any imagination. Kissing Venti once more, Xiao found himself murmuring the other’s name every time they pulled back for a breath, half thanks, half adoration, but all completely filled with love.

The Adeptus’ hands found their way to Venti’s hair, fingers trying and failing to undo the braids, instead deciding to just grip onto the braids themselves as he pulled the other in for another rough kiss. Xiao’s tongue explored as much as he could reach inside the bard’s mouth, wanting to feel even more. He pulled away for a moment, their foreheads still touch, “Venti, please let me make you feel good too,” his hand drifted to grab onto the god’s hip, a silent question hanging in the air.

Venti's eyes widened and he nodded eagerly, pulling Xiao close and pressing into his touch, "Please," he mimicked the other's words, kissing him softly, "You're so good to me...so good..." he spoke between kisses, growing more desperate by the second. Everything about Xiao's touch was gentle and hesitant, and Venti knew he was being cautious of his feelings and reactions, but he was beyond desperate at this point.

Being watched so closely made Venti flustered but the fact that Xiao was being so cautious and careful with him made him feel safer than he had ever been before. He cupped the other's face gently, placing gentle kisses along his jaw and neck, "Please, Xiao," he moved to wrap his arm around Xiao's neck, getting ahead of himself for a moment as he practically tackled him onto his back, pulling his hair gently, “Please—"

As Venti threw Xiao onto his back, Xiao let the grip on his hips steady. He moved one hand so it could slip underneath Venti’s pants. His fingertips brushed lightly across the expanse of bare skin now available to him. Xiao had known that Venti was a tease, so it only seemed right to return the favor, to make the god feel even more desperate.

Xiao ground his hips up to meet Venti’s, his hand still skimming across bare skin, though avoiding where he knew the bard wanted it most. The Adeptus let out shuddered groans of pleasure as he continued, sitting up slightly so he could press wet, open-mouthed kisses to Venti’s chest. In between the kisses, he let words of love and praise drop from his lips. Deciding that perhaps he had teased Venti long enough at this point, Xiao sat up more fully, Venti in his lap, as he let his hand start to stroke the bard gently, and slowly.

Venti shuddered at Xiao's teasing; it was unexpected but it felt amazing nonetheless. As much as Venti enjoyed teasing the other, it felt good to know that Xiao was now confident enough to act on his own, "So good...you feel so good," he cupped Xiao's cheeks gently. His praise had Venti so flustered it was bordering on embarrassing so he wanted to shift the focus back to the other.

He tangled his fingers in Xiao's hair and shifted closer on his lap, groaning softly at the increased sensation of Xiao's touch. He pulled away to see the other's already wrecked expression once more before kissing him roughly, grinding down against him harder now, wanting Xiao to feel good at the same time.

Xiao’s feeling of being overwhelmed was only intensifying. Every one of Venti’s words and touches seemed to send his body and heart into overdrive. He quickened his pace, letting his kisses move down along Venti’s neck, rougher, and more needy. With a shuddered breath, Xiao looked up to see the god once more, the god so beautifully disheveled and lost in lust. He pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before his hand moved to the outside of the other’s shorts, with a small tug, a question on whether they could do away with the rest of their clothing. Seeing Venti like this, and knowing his lover, Xiao could have assumed the answer would be yes, but he wanted to make sure anyways. 

The fact that Xiao was being so cautious and caring even when Venti was practically begging for more soothed him and brought a smile to his face. He pulled away from Xiao quickly, tugging the rest of his clothes off before reaching for Xiao’s, trying to ignore the blush that quickly rose to his cheeks-the fact that he was blushing so much only made him more embarrassed. Practically tackling Xiao once again, Venti pushed him onto his back and pressed himself into the other’s embrace, trying to get as close as possible.

He held Xiao’s face in his hands, kissing him tenderly before kissing him with more fervor, “I really want to be with you...I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” He knew his feelings were obvious but he also knew that vocalizing them would make Xiao more comfortable, “Are you sure you want this? It’s okay if you change your mind.” He moved to kiss Xiao’s neck to give him a chance to respond, brushing his thumb over his cheek soothingly.

Xiao’s face flushed at the sight of his love exposed, also feeling a bit of pride knowing that for the future he would be the only one to see Venti this way. He met Venti’s kisses with equal forced, his hand coming to rest at the very top of Venti’s thigh to bring him closer.

When Venti pulled away, Xiao felt the loss immediately but he was so sweet, so assuring and kind. The god knew that Xiao had no experience in romance or intimacy and was checking in on him. The Adeptus let out a sigh as Venti began kissing his neck, letting out between breaths, “I want this. I want you.” He pushed Venti off so they were both on their sides, so Xiao could wriggle out of his pants. He then brought his arms to hold Venti closer as he let their lips meet once more.

Venti met the other’s kisses eagerly, letting out more soft moans at the feeling of skin on skin, nothing separating him from Xiao anymore. He was so far gone already; whining eagerly in between breathy moans and whispers of Xiao’s name. He had never felt so worked up in his life and the overwhelming feeling of lust was clouding his thoughts, “I’m yours.” He wrapped his arms around Xiao’s neck, kissing him back roughly, “I’m all yours, and yours only.” Venti no longer feared belonging to the other, what used to terrify him now brought him comfort, Xiao had always brought him comfort and promising himself to him, and to have Xiao promise himself in return brought him nothing but happiness, “Please, give me all of you?”

He blushed at the words but he was no longer as nervous knowing that the Adeptus wanted the same thing. He wanted to give all of himself to Xiao as well, to show him that he felt safe with him in such a vulnerable state. He wanted to show him that he was gentle and loving and not something to be feared as he saw himself.

Xiao let hands come up to cup Venti’s cheeks as he pressed brief, light kisses across his face. The Adeptus felt almost giddy in this moment, a feeling that he was so unfamiliar with, but Venti’s love and care made him comfortable to feel this way. “I want you have every part of me, Venti, every part of my body and soul is yours now,” he pressed their foreheads together as he spoke, wanting the other to know how completely and truly he felt each word.

Venti made Xiao feel worth the gentle touches and kind words, he made Xiao want to believe in a brighter future for once. It was only Venti that Xiao could ever see himself being with in this way. The Adeptus looped his arms around the god’s waist once more, bringing him in close for another searing kiss.  Soft moans and sighs of pleasure were swallowed by their kiss, as Xiao felt their skin finally against each other.

Once again Venti's eyes widened at Xiao's words and it took all of the strength he had not to cry from them. He had to pull away to bury his face against Xiao's shoulder for a moment, taking deep breaths to try to calm himself. He couldn't remember the last time he was so emotional, at least in a positive sense. He gave into Xiao's kiss, moaning softly. The Adeptus' actions were so intense yet gentle at the same time, but nevertheless they were full of love and tenderness. Once he composed himself his lips were on Xiao's again, quickly deepening their kiss as his desire grew to be too much to bear, "Xiao~" he was a whining, writhing mess, but he appreciated the fact that Xiao was in the same state. Xiao's kisses were so needy and all-consuming that, ironic as it was, Venti found himself running out of breath quickly. Tugging on Xiao's hair gently to pull away he panted against his ear, attempting to get closer to him desperately.

Xiao could sense the change in Venti and let the other man hold him for a moment, his hand rubbing soothing circles into his back. He understood every part of the overwhelming emotions, and truthfully if Xiao were one to cry he likely would have done so many times over because of Venti’s love. As they returned to their passion, Xiao found a new fervor coming from the god, a new need and desperation that matched what the Adeptus was feeling as well. Tentatively, as he was still in a trial and error sort of experimentation on what would make Venti feel good, Xiao reached down to bring their erections together, a whiny moan escaping his lips as he did so. He wrapped his hand as much as he could around them, pumping slowly. Xiao captured Venti’s lips in short but fierce kisses, in between moans and breaths and soft whispers of praise and adoration.

At the new sensation Venti couldn't hold back his moans, pulling away to cover his mouth nervously. He didn't want Xiao to deal with the embarrassment of anyone hearing in the morning but even still it was hard for him to quiet himself. He looked to Xiao desperately, his expression full of lust and love though it was apologetic. Mourning the loss of their closeness, hesitantly, Venti wrapped his arms around Xiao once more, burying his face against his shoulder in an attempt to muffle his moans, biting his skin gently. Their position in itself was so intimate that it made Venti's heart flutter and he appreciated that they were both feeling pleasure at the same time. He moved to whisper praise against the Adeptus' ear as well, wanting him to know that everything he was doing was perfect. He ran his fingers through Xiao's hair gently as he whimpered softly, completely at Xiao's mercy.

It was thrilling in a way to see Venti like this, and Xiao wanted more of it. He quickened his pace a bit, gripping more firmly onto their erections. He was feeling everything at once, a pleasure and passion that was foreign to him, coupled with the soft intimacy and gentleness of the bard in his arms, whimpering in need. Venti’s praise only made Xiao feel more, and feel it all more intensely. He loved, was devoted to, the man in his arms, and with a mind clouded with lust and desire, he wanted nothing more than to please him.

Xiao let his free arm come around to hold the back of Venti’s head gently to him closer as he pressed kisses to any part of the bard that he could reach. Xiao felt his breath shallow in his chest, making it difficult to speak, but he managed a desperate, “please let me hear you,” before pumping them both even faster than he had before, wanting to hear the loud noises he was sure the god could make.

Venti sighed in relief, it was becoming harder to stay quiet and with the new speed at which Xiao was stroking them he knew he wouldn't have been able to hold back anyway. So he didn't; he moaned and whimpered at the feeling of Xiao's touch freely, unraveling in his lover's arms. Exclamations of the Adeptus' name could be heard in between needy whines as Venti grasped at Xiao, wanting to caress every inch of skin he could reach. He nuzzled his nose against Xiao's before pressing their foreheads together, panting softly, "You...you're so beautiful. You're perfect," despite the fact that his mind was clouded and it was hard to think he couldn't help the praise that fell from his lips adoringly.

He met Xiao's lips in a passionate kiss, teasing him with his tongue as he had before, though he interrupted their heated kisses with gentle ones, wanting to treat Xiao with delicacy amidst his needy and somewhat rough gestures. Having been on edge since he was teased earlier, he could tell he was close already, which was apparent as his moans increased in pitch and his hands returned to Xiao's shoulders, gripping onto him tightly as he whined his name against his lips.

Xiao let himself smile a bit a she closed his eyes and listened to the moans and pleasure coming from his love. He sounded beautiful like this, and Xiao adored it. In between his own panting and huffing, Xiao was whispered soft sighs of Venti’s name and terms of endearment. He felt so close to the god in this moment, and yet still not close enough. He pushed farther into every kiss, with each slide of their tongues, each pump bringing Xiao’s need to new heights. He pulled away from their kiss for a moment to tuck his head into Venti’s neck, his breath shuddering against pale skin. “Hah…I love you so much,” Xiao whispered before dropping harsh kisses, to the pale skin of Venti’s neck. He could feel himself approaching climax, his sense of the world around him disappearing until the only thing that mattered was every place Venti’s skin was touching his. The Adeptus began let his free hand sink further down until it was holding tightly at the other’s hips, bringing Venti forward into his palm as Xiao began to thrust, whimpering and groaning as he did.

The intensity was becoming too much to bear and Venti could feel his orgasm building, the lewd noises coming from Xiao as well as his actions being the main thing to push him over the edge. His moans were growing louder by the second and although Xiao assured him that he wanted to hear them he still felt slightly embarrassed, pulling Xiao into a deep kiss when he pulled away from his neck in an attempt to hide his blush. He wrapped his leg around the other, wanting to do anything he could to get closer, "I love you more," he breathed in between pants and sighs, smiling at the other softly. He still felt like they weren't close enough, though he never felt like they were close enough. Wrapping his arm around Xiao's neck to move closer, Venti buried his face against his shoulder, biting down on his skin harshly in an attempt to quiet himself, which was not very successful. He was on the verge of tears at this point, whining and moaning the Adeptus' name softly, "Please I...I want to cum with you..." he whispered against his ear, tugging on his hair gently, "Please...can we...together?" he wanted to stay in sync with his lover, to stay so blissfully intimate and close. He caught Xiao's lips in a rough and passionate kiss, leaning into him so he almost lied on his back, losing his sense of control as his thoughts were quickly becoming clouded with pleasure.

Xiao was losing all sense at this point of what he was saying, how loud he was. He had simply become too blissed out to care. He was kissing and pulling on every part of Venti that he could find, never feeling there was quite enough friction and connection. He came to for a moment from his lust-filled haze to see Venti, flushed and embarrassed. He pressed a few soft kisses to the other’s forehead. As much as his mind was being overwhelmed by the sensation and pleasure, Xiao still wanted to express his deep love and adoration. So he responded with a hushed whisper and a groan, “Please, love, I’m close.”

As Venti practically pushed the Adeptus on his back, Xiao found himself whimpering his name through the kiss as he pumped them both, hips bucking upwards with each stroke. Xiao pulled away for a moment and let his head fall completely back on the pillow, free hand now cupping the god’s ass and pulling him closer in desperation. Xiao felt the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at Venti. He gave a soft smile before fully giving over to the feeling, moaning the bard’s name loudly as he came, stars flooding his vision from the pleasure.

Venti yelped at the feeling of Xiao's hand on his ass, pulling him closer, but the gesture only heightened his lust-his need. He was losing focus quickly, feeling his body tense as he arched his back against Xiao's touch, trying to meet the other's thrusts but failing to. He gripped Xiao's shoulders, his vision blurring as he felt himself fully come undone, moaning out Xiao's name as the other had moaned his. He reached a hand down to rest on top of the other's, not interrupting his actions but in an attempt to feel closer to him. Venti rolled his hips against the other as they rode out their orgasms together, needy to feel more friction. With one last sigh he collapsed on top of Xiao, adjusting their position so that he was straddling him more comfortably. His lips immediately found his love's and he kissed him passionately, not exactly initiating more because he was sure Xiao was tired and so was he, but he didn't want to lose the feeling of their closeness. He wrapped his arms around the Adeptus, arching his back again so their chests pressed together as he deepened the kiss, still doing anything he could to get closer. He moved his fingers to tangle in Xiao's hair, sighing against his lips as he quickly lost his breath, only then realizing that he might be overwhelming the other. Pulling away with a deep blush on his face he apologized softly before resting their foreheads together, his fingers not leaving Xiao's hair as he ran them through it soothingly. He definitely did not want to overwhelm Xiao and it was something he often worried about, but he craved the other and wanted Xiao to know how much he desired his love.

Xiao felt all of the tension leave his body at the orgasm, glad to have felt Venti release at the same time. The weight of the bard on top of him was grounding and comforting, paying no mind, though perhaps he should have, to what had spilled into his hands, Xiao let his arms wrap around Venti and pull him close for languid, loving kisses. The Adeptus admittedly quite tired, in a way that battles and long days had never left him before. It was a peaceful, relaxed sort of tired, one that of course only Venti could bring out of him. While he wasn’t returning the kiss with the same fervor he had been earlier in the night, he still relished in the closeness.

As Venti turned with an apology, Xiao found himself instinctively chasing with a soft, “Don’t apologize,” as he curled up to the god’s side. His arm draped over across the other’s chest, right over his mark as Xiao nuzzled closer and closed his eyes. He was able to let out a few “I love you’s” before drifting off to sleep for the first time in centuries.

A bright smile spread to Venti’s cheeks as Xiao curled up next to him. The bard had thought the other was just resting his eyes so he rambled a bit about how much he enjoyed their intimate moment and how happy he was to be with him. It was only once he turned on his side to face the other that he realized he was sleeping. Venti thought he couldn’t have been any happier at that moment but he was quickly proven wrong when he realized Xiao was finally able to truly rest. He wriggled out of Xiao’s hold to grab a blanket from the other side of the room to put over them, wrapping his arms around Xiao to bring him close. He placed soft kisses on the other’s head and whispered words of love and praise to him even though he couldn’t hear it, not being able to contain his love for the Adeptus in his arms and still in a bit of a daze from their orgasm.

Venti didn’t want to sleep just yet; he knew it had been a long time since Xiao had slept and he wanted to be awake in case the other had a nightmare or showed any signs of waking up so he could sing for him and soothe him back to sleep. Though as much as he wished to stay awake, he soon found it hard to keep his eyes open. Despite not needing to sleep he was quite used to it, plus the fact that he was so physically exhausted made it much harder to stay awake. When he could no longer stay awake Venti settled closer to Xiao, still cradling him against his chest as he finally allowed himself to sleep, hoping the other's rest would not be interrupted at any point through the night.

Xiao’s first thought when he awoke the next morning was that he was waking up. No nightmares had startled him in the night, no fear. He was able to truly rest in Venti’s arms. His eyes still hadn’t opened yet, but he could feel the god cuddled beside him and Xiao smiled softly as he tugged himself closer. Xiao had been so nervous the previous night, wanting to be perfect for Venti, have everything perfect for him. The god had given him so much that the Adeptus only wanted to find a way to express the love he felt in return. Sometime in the midst of the passion last night, somewhere in Venti’s words and gazes, Xiao came to realize that Venti was never and had never asked for perfection. He loved Xiao for all of him, the good and bad. It would take the Adeptus a long time to really come to terms with this but that didn’t make it any less true. Xiao slowly opened his eyes, realizing he would probably need to wake up to begin patrol soon anyways, and saw Venti’s beautiful peaceful face. Xiao leaned up to press a soft kiss to Venti’s cheek, trying not to wake the god. He adjusted their position just slightly so Xiao was now holding Venti instead of vice versa, and let his fingers run through Venti’s hair as the other slept.

Venti woke up to the overwhelming sense of bliss. Yawning softly, he nestled closer into Xiao’s embrace, leaning into the gentle touch of Xiao’s hand in his hair. He felt comfortable and safe-comfortable to an extent he had never felt before. His lips found Xiao’s sleepily, and he reached his arms around his neck to pull him closer, craving more of the solace he provided, “Good morning...I hope you slept peacefully,” the bard yawned before curling up against the Adeptus’ chest, sighing contentedly.

Xiao’s embrace was so warm and comforting that Venti found it hard to stay awake, eventually sitting up so he wouldn’t fall asleep again, scared that Xiao would be gone before he woke up. He knew that the other would have to leave soon but he wanted to, at the very least, say goodbye, “How are you feeling, my love?” He placed a hand against Xiao’s cheek gently, leaning in to kiss him lovingly before resting his forehead against the other’s.

Xiao kissed Venti softly, “Good morning, love,” he whispered in response before letting their foreheads meet once more. Strangely enough, this felt like a comfortable state for Xiao now, to be leaning on Venti like this. He brought his hand to meet Venti’s intertwining their fingers as he leaned into the god’s kiss. Last night had felt like a dream in so many ways, and Xiao may have continued to think of it as such if it weren’t for the soft lips on his at this moment. They were now familiar and Xiao had mapped our every inch of his lover’s lips the previous night. When they finally pulled away, Xiao responded with a soft smile, “I feel well. That…that was the first time I have slept properly in centuries,” he pressed his lips briefly to the bard’s once more “Thank you, my love.” He allowed his arms to hug Venti tighter before sitting up more fully “I should go soon, though.”

Venti wrapped his arms around Xiao’s neck, nuzzling his face against the other, “I know. I won’t keep you from your duties any longer,” he leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Xiao’s lips, “But it won’t be long before we see each other again...I can’t go another hundred years without seeing you.” He ran his fingers through the Adeptus’ hair, leaning his forehead against Xiao’s for a moment before pulling away to get dressed. Although he didn’t want to leave, he knew it wouldn’t be like before. There was little holding them back from each other anymore. Now that they had both confessed he no longer worried about burdening the other with his presence and he was sure Xiao felt the same.

Xiao leaned further into Venti’s touch, humming slightly at the way the bard’s hand felt in his hair. “I won’t be able to stand a few weeks,” Xiao let himself admit softly as he stood up to pull his clothes back on. Despite everything, even these moments of soft intimacy felt much harder to face than their physicality the last night. Xiao was turning red as he spoke, facing Venti once he was changed. He crossed the room to cup Venti’s face softly and lean in for a kiss, “I have to go but I will carry you with me.” He pressed their foreheads together once more and closed his eyes.

Seeing Xiao’s blush brought a smile to Venti’s face and he could feel a blush spreading to his own cheeks. He embraced the other, wrapping his arms around him before he returned the kiss, “When should I visit you again?” He didn’t want to be too eager and he knew if it were up to him he would come back that night, and the night after that, and then again. Venti was still scared that he would overwhelm Xiao and worried that he was too much for him. Therefore he wanted Xiao to set boundaries and the pace of their relationship. He wanted to make sure that Xiao felt comfortable being honest with him and he wanted him to know he could say no or turn him away. There was nothing wrong with taking things slow and he wanted Xiao to know that.

Xiao’s eyes widened a bit at the question. Right, this was a relationship now, a commitment. It was no longer finding each other in the wind, but having to set time aside. Xiao didn’t mind that of course, had he no responsibilities or duty, Xiao could spend every hour in the bard’s arms. That being true, he also knew that they each belonged in their homelands. Mondstadt was a country of freedom, but their Archon was at least currently somewhat present. Stealing him away would make Xiao feel incredibly guilty. He held Venti’s hands in his own and looked into the bright blue eyes, “May I see you this weekend? And…” he stopped for a moment, “And every weekend for the future?”

Venti sighed in relief, he was worried that Xiao’s answer would be vague but not only was it a real date, but a recurrent date. He smiled brightly, squeezing Xiao’s hands, “That sounds perfect.” He cupped the other’s face, kissing him softly, “I can't wait...I love you,” with one last kiss he released his hold on Xiao’s hands, insinuating that it was okay for him to leave. It was only a second after he himself turned to leave that the bard spun back around, grabbing Xiao’s hand quickly, a look of concern crossing his face for a moment, “Please take care of yourself...be careful and don’t be too hard on yourself,” he kissed the Adeptus’ cheek lovingly, “I know that’s hard for you to do so think of it like this: be kind to yourself in my place.” He smiled warmly but there was lingering worry in his eyes. He didn’t doubt Xiao’s abilities in the slightest, but he knew the other overworked himself and was hard on himself, to say the very least. Venti understood that he had never cared about his own feelings or well-being so he wanted to remind him to before they parted.

Xiao was glad to hear the excitement in Venti’s voice. Of course he had heard time and time again over the past two days how much the bard loved him, and that of course he would be excited to see each other again, but Xiao still had lingering fears. Venti would wake up one morning and realize that Xiao would never live up to expectations, never be the partner he ought to. For now, Xiao would try and enjoy it without fear, but the fear never went away. He kissed Venti back softly with a barely said “I love you too.” At the god’s plea, the Adeptus couldn’t help but nod and meet his gaze, “I will try for your sake. You show me a kindness I hadn’t know before, so it might be hard to replicate,” he blushed and let a soft smile come to his face as he realized what he said. Before he could embarrass himself any further, Xiao donned his mask once more and left the inn, keeping in his heart the knowledge he would see his love soon.

Venti was very nervous, to say the least. He had spent the entire day trying to get things ready for their weekend together while also avoiding the inn so Xiao wouldn't be suspicious. After procuring a wine sweet enough for even Xiao to enjoy from Mondstadt, he rushed to find the finest almond tofu in Liyue that wasn't made at the inn, all of which took him only a bit of his morning. After that he trekked all over Liyue trying to find the perfect place to arrange his surprise for Xiao which took up most of the day since it involved avoiding Xiao on patrol and fending off quite a few monsters himself, leaving him with quite a few minor cuts and bruises. He finally reached the top of the stairs to Xiao's room, wanting to approach him normally in case he was already there, figuring if he showed up at the balcony uninvited it might startle the Adeptus. He knocked once before swinging the door open, "Xiao~ I’m here." he slumped against the door briefly before looking up to lock eyes with the other, smiling coyly.

The week had been hard on Xiao. There was increasing treasure hoarder activity on the outskirts and some geovishaps getting too close to some small villages. What made it hard, though, really wasn’t either of those things. It was the wait to see Venti. They had gone centuries before without contact but now, now even a week felt like an eternity. He wasn’t sure exactly what would happen either. They hadn’t set plans per se beyond seeing each other next weekend. But Xiao assumed the god would come to the inn once more, so the Adeptus, tired and worn, waited in his room for some kind of sign. Even with the window open, there was no hint of wind to suggest his arrival. Perhaps he forgot? That wouldn’t be unreasonable for a god to forget a simple yaksha like him. Even despite their promises Xiao’s lingering doubt was still there. And then came the swing of the door and Xiao relaxed as met Venti’s gaze, “You came.”

Venti raised an eyebrow at the Adeptus, "Of course I came...in fact, I had to fight the urge to come sooner," he approached Xiao and kissed him passionately, making up for lost time, "I always want to be with you, Xiao." he nuzzled his nose against the other's lovingly before caressing his face gently, studying his features.

The tiredness in Xiao's eyes did not go unnoticed and a wave of concern washed over Venti, "How have you been? Have you been taking care of yourself?" he asked obvious questions to study if there was a change in Xiao's expression. When he noticed there was not he instantly recognized doubt, "I missed you so much you have no idea. I walked to the border of Liyue every single day and had to fight myself not to go to the inn and keep you from all of your duties." Although he smirked playfully he chose his words carefully to try to soothe Xiao's worries.

Xiao startled a bit at the kiss. Even after the previous weekend, this closeness still felt strange and foreign, in a good way but still. He let his face fall into Venti's touch, letting his exhaustion show. Venti knew him far too well at this point to bother the effort of masking and pretending his tiredness and worry. At the bard's words he stiffened. Of course Venti wanted to be here, of course Venti felt the same. He said as much so many times before.

Xiao shook his head softly at his own concern. "I’m sorry," he said softly and leaned in for a gentle kiss, "I’m not used to this." it was all Xiao wanted to say at that moment barely scratching the surface of why he felt this way, though he knew Venti could see through him, "I missed you so much too. It got my through the week, knowing you were at the end of it."

Venti furrowed his brows, pulling Xiao into a warm embrace and ran his fingers through his hair. He had to bite his tongue to hold back from showering the Adeptus in affection and reassurance, but he could express his feelings better in a more appropriate setting, so he waited, "You have no reason to apologize, my angel." He kissed his forehead before cradling his face in his hands, eyes twinkling with adoration for his lover, "You are perfect. Your feelings are completely natural." he placed gentle kisses all over Xiao's face, murmuring tiny words of praise in between each kiss. He finally pulled away only to bring Xiao's hand to his lips, gently kissing his palm then the back of his hand. He gave him a gentle and loving smile, "I adore you, Xiao. I crave you all the time...your kiss is addictive. I love everything about you." he pressed his forehead to Xiao's holding both of his hands in his own.

Xiao closed his eyes and let himself listen to Venti and feel his kisses. "I still don't understand you," he admitted, but let himself kiss Venti's forehead anyhow, "I’m not sure I ever will." Xiao could accept when they were together the god's love and commitment to him, though there was always a part of him that never quite understood it.

Barbatos had seen the darkest parts of Xiao's life, pulled him from his own torment, and yet he still looked at the Adeptus as though he was source of all goodness in this world. Xiao knew he was a harbinger of pain in the past, and so it never made sense, really, why Venti loved him so much. However, there was no arguing the point. Venti loved Xiao and Xiao loved Venti, no matter how confusing and strange it might seem. Xiao curled his arms around Venti's waist and let his head tuck into the other's neck, "Can you tell me about your week?" he simply longed to hear the bard talk more.

Venti gave a small "Mhmm" before starting to talk about his week, there were small stories thrown in, including lots stories of how he had been thrown out of angel's share. He also rambled about a completely made up and ridiculous story about rex lapis, hoping to humor the Adeptus. When he felt that he had talked enough he patted Xiao's head gently, "Let's go for a walk, Xiao, the stars are beautiful tonight." he pulled away from the other so he could look into his eyes once again before kissing his nose gently.

He wasn't sure if he sounded suspicious or not but he knew Xiao could read him well. Once again, he took Xiao's face in his hands, "I want to show you a place I think you may particularly like..." although Xiao knew Liyue well, Venti almost accidentally found a place that Xiao might not have seen, but even if he had Venti was sure his time there would have been brief since the surrounding area was clear of any foes. Nonetheless it seemed like the perfect place for them to spend time together undisturbed.

Xiao was only half paying attention to Venti's stories, letting himself sigh and chuckle softly as he listened. In reality, just hearing the other's voice and feeling himself in Venti's arms was far more important than any story. The Adeptus felt safe in the god's grasp, felt as though he could let himself simply be him and that Venti would be there to catch and support. By the time Venti suggested walking, Xiao could sense some underlying message, though what it was he couldn't parse out. He returned the kiss to Venti's nose, though, and nodded tentatively, "Sure. I would like that." his hand reached down to intertwine with the bard's as he followed the other out into the night.

After leaving the inn Venti walked slowly, trying to pick up any sense of danger on their way and avoid it so Xiao wouldn't have to fight anything. This proved to be a trying task, though, and they couldn't help running into a few enemies. After what felt like hours they reached the base of a tall cliff. Venti gazed up at it for a moment and sighed. It seemed as though he was putting off climbing it, but after a minute quickly began climbing, knowing Xiao would follow.

When they finally reached the top he was relieved to find that all of his arrangements were undisturbed. A blanket was laid out over the ground accompanied by some pillows. A bottle of wine and two glasses as well as almond tofu were set off to the side carefully. He smiled pleasantly and sat down on the blanket motioning for Xiao to follow.

Xiao followed Venti without question, knowing wherever the god took him would be worth it. He was glad, however, that he brought his polearm with him as they encountered some more treasure hoarders. The Adeptus fought with a different sort of fervor now, knowing that Venti was there, to both protect and impress. It was a confusing romantic desire to ensure the bard's safety mixed with a need to prove to the god that he was worthy of his vision. Yet by the time they finally reached the top of the cliff, any of those thoughts or concerns disappeared. Venti had been thoughtful and loving, kind and considerate; that much was clear from the display. Xiao let himself be pulled down by Venti, letting his head drop to Venti's shoulder as he commented, "This is beautiful."

Venti rested his head against Xiao's, looking out at the view of Liyue harbor in front of them, "The city is beautiful, isn't it?" he sighed softly, intertwining his fingers with Xiao's. He wanted to show the Adeptus all that he was protecting. He knew Xiao had a fear of being around humans and therefore avoided the city, so Venti wanted to give him a moment to appreciate it from afar. "You do so much for them. You're so good to the people you protect. I’m so proud of you, Xiao...there isn't anyone more deserving of a vision than you."

He didn't like to speak as Barbatos often, but he wanted to express his respect and fondness of Xiao aside from their personal relationship. He knew Xiao had the approval and care of Morax, but as the Anemo Archon, and the giver of his vision he thought it was important to acknowledge his feelings in that regard. Moving forward in their date, and wanting things to return to normal, he grabbed the glasses and the wine, "This is the sweetest wine in all of Teyvat. I know you were disheartened last weekend because you wanted to drink with me, so hopefully that can be possible now." He giggled imagining Xiao tipsy before he kissed his forehead gently, "I love you, Alatus."

Xiao let his thumb rub small circles on the back of Venti's hand as he listened. He was grateful, in some ways, that Venti had broached the subject that they had been tip toeing around for quite some time. There was no world in which Xiao would not feel indebted to some extent to the giver of his vision. And yet somehow the Venti that whispered love and showered the Adeptus in affection felt distinctly different from the image of Barbatos that Xiao had built over the years: flighty, cold, distant.

And yet they were one in the same. "I’m glad I have been able to make use of your gift," Xiao replied softly as he looked over the city. Truly, his vision had been able to help Liyue more than he could have thought, "I love you too, Barbatos." the Adeptus leaned forward to press a soft kiss to each of the bard's smiling cheeks, before detangling himself to grab one of the glasses. He poured a small bit to taste, surprised at how much he enjoyed it. Xiao then poured a full glass and leaned back once more to feel Venti's touch as he drank slowly, "You are far too good for me."

Venti smiled excitedly at Xiao's reaction to the wine before pouring a glass for himself, "I am not too good for you. I don't want to hear you talk like that, and I definitely don't want you to believe it because it's not true." he knew it would take years for Xiao to believe that, if he ever even would but Venti would remind him that it wasn't true every time, "You are dating a homeless absentee Archon who spends all day every day drinking and is in an embarrassing amount of debt. I think that you think far too kindly of me."

He drank some of the wine before turning towards Xiao. "I know you like almond tofu, and I’m not sure if the chef at the inn makes it a certain way that you particularly like, but I didn't want to get it from the inn because I wanted to surprise you so I hope you still enjoy it." he smiled nervously, suddenly worried but he reminded himself that Xiao would probably enjoy it anyway.

Xiao couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Venti's description of himself. While he still did not believe in his soul the words Venti was saying about their relationship, he wanted even more so to believe it. Xiao dropped a soft kiss to the other's cheek in response as he listened to all the care and effort Venti had put into this date. "You're perfect," slipped out his mouth, "it's perfect." Xiao flushed a the word choice, leaning forward to grab some almond tofu to hide his reddening face, "And there isn’t anything special about my order." he took a small bite and smiled softly at the taste. The Adeptus turned to meet the god's gaze, "It's....perfect." Xiao grabbed another spoonful of it and held it up to Venti's mouth, "Have you had almond tofu before? It's sweet like this wine.”

Venti smiled seeing Xiao's blush, "No, I have not...I wanted to try it for the first time with you." he took the spoonful, closing his eyes as he tasted it, "it's sweet like...you." he wasn't sure if it was the wine that made him so unfiltered but he blushed and giggled at his words, "Sweet like your kisses and your gaze, and the way you make me feel. Sweet like, well, just-you."

He cupped Xiao's cheek gently, smiling warmly before turning to eat more, the dish instantly becoming his favorite Liyuen food. "I can see why you like it; it really does remind me of you." he scooted as close to the other as possible, wanting to be closer since they couldn't hold hands at the moment.

Xiao found himself turning even redder at Venti's words, but he let his eyes close as he pressed a soft kiss to the palm on his cheek. "I’m glad you like it," he took his own bite of the food, "I don't usually like human food, but this is okay." Xiao found himself pausing for a moment, not quite sure what else he wanted to say. He loved being around and being near the god, but felt often at a loss of words. So Xiao settled for eating his food and sipping his wine, enjoying the closeness. Even just being beside the bard brought the Adeptus a sense of calm and peace. It was slowly becoming Xiao's favorite feeling, to simply be near his love.

Venti sighed happily and continued eating, enjoying the calm and quiet of the moment. After a while he rested his head in Xiao's lap, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. Xiao's presence could be sedating sometimes, but not in a bad way. He gave Venti a sense of safety and security he had never felt before, and when he was with him he felt safe letting his guard down in a way he couldn't usually.

After what could have been a few minutes or an hour he opened his eyes and looked up at his lover, quickly moving to sit up and moved close to Xiao's face, looking into his eyes deeply, "Beautiful..." the reflection of the stars in his eyes was captivating and Venti couldn't admire it enough, "You are truly beautiful, Xiao...everything about you..."

As Venti fell into his lap, Xiao let his hand come to reach forward and intertwine with Venti's. As the Adeptus sat, overlooking the city he devoted himself to, with the man he loved more than anything, it was though he was able to finally take a deep breath for once. There was no fear of what lay around the corner, or guilt of his past. At this time, Xiao felt as though all was right. H Xiao savored every moment they sat, looking at the way the night sky and the lights of the harbor illuminated Venti's perfect skin, his hair, every part of him. At Venti's sudden movement and words, Xiao flushed. "I think you mean yourself, Venti," he corrected sheepishly. Xiao leaned to kiss the other's nose gently, "You are the beautiful one, inside and out."

Venti narrowed his eyes and pouted, "No. You are beautiful inside and out." he cupped Xiao's face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over his cheeks, "And I know you don't believe it but it's true..." he kissed his lips gently, speaking against them quietly, "You're the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen-ever." he moved his fingers to Xiao's hair as he kissed him lovingly, wanting Xiao to know that his words were genuine. He whispered words of affection in between kisses, excited to see Xiao's blush deepen when he pulled away, and he did. Xiao's hair was slightly disheveled from Venti's touch and a deep blush spread across his cheeks. Venti's fingers stayed tangled in Xiao's hair as he looked at him lovingly, eyes full of adoration and affection.

Xiao kissed Venti back, letting his hands drop to the other's waist before pulling away. He could feel his face bright red, hair messed, "I love you so much." the Adeptus let himself meet the god's eyes with clarity and certainty. He pulled Venti closer so the bard could rest his head on Xiao's shoulder. Xiao closed his eyes and inhaled in Venti's presence deeply. "I still want to know you better," he turned to kiss the god's cheek, "You know my good and bad better than anyone. May I know you that way to?" to Xiao, the god was still somewhat of an enigma.

Venti felt his heart stop for a moment, panic rising in his chest, physically tensing against Xiao. He had never confided in anyone except for Morax, and even that was brief and he didn't confess much. With Xiao he was terrified of showing all of himself to the other, scared of Xiao knowing his flaws and pain. He feared the Adeptus would lose faith in him as he feared his people had. He knew Xiao somewhat put him on a pedestal, and although he wanted Xiao to know him on a personal level he feared if he knew everything his trust in Venti would waver. Xiao had called Venti his home, but Venti barely knew how to be-he didn't even knew how to be himself. But he wanted Xiao to know he trusted him so he let out a shaky breath, "I..." and words were lost to him, "I don't know if you...I don't know..." he sighed defeatedly, "I don't want you to lose faith in me." as he said the words he clung to Xiao as if he were scared he would disappear, tearing up and sniffling quietly.

Xiao could feel Venti tense in his arms, could sense the fear. Every Archon’s past was not a happy one, Xiao knew this much from talking to Morax. And Venti was inevitably no exception. But the Adeptus still wanted to know, to take the god’s pain and ease it as he was able, just as Venti had done for him every single time they have seen one another. The Adeptus wanted to, not out of a sense of obligation but our love, to alleviate the other’s hurt.

“You are my home, Venti,” Xiao reminded quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the other’s temple, “I would not abandon you ever. Nothing you day will never change how I feel about you, it will never make me lose faith.” He clutched onto Venti, pulling the other close as a reassurance that he was safe to talk freely.

Venti didn't know what he was expecting, but Xiao's words still made him gasp softly, "Xiao..." he nuzzled his face against his neck, moving closer, "I’m scared...that I will fail you," he let out another shaky breath, shuddering softly, "I’m scared to hurt you, I’m scared to break your trust, I’m scared..." he thought for a moment, thought about how much to reveal. Sighing deeply, he spoke softly against Xiao's neck, "Xiao...I’m scared of so many things. But I love you and I trust you," his next words were spoken even quieter, "Ask me whatever you wish and I will tell you the truth." Venti's worst fear was putting too much on Xiao, so he would give the other the freedom to ask the bard about himself, and he would be true to his word, no matter how hard it was to do so.

Xiao held Venti close as the other spoke. “I want to know you, Barbatos,” he whispered, hand trailing up and down the other’s spine. “I know your past is not all happiness, I know that.” The Adeptus leaned to press a soft kiss to the other’s cheek before pulling him in for a tight hug. “I want to know all about you, from the beginning until now. I love you as you are today so how could I not love every version of yourself until now?” Xiao whispered earnestly. He felt as though the god was such a kind soul, nothings the said could ever taint that image. Xiao held him close and kissed the side of his head sweetly, “Please let me know you, love.”

Venti took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly, "I...I don't know where to start..." he did know where to start, but the beginning was the worst part and he hadn't talked about it in years. "Well...before I had a human form or any power I was just a small wind spirit. I don't remember much from that time, but one day I met someone who took me in, and protected me, and treated me with kindness..." he recounted the story slowly, as if it was hard for him to remember, and the closer he got to the part that brought him endless pain and suffering the softer he spoke.

After a while, tears ran down his cheeks and he hugged his knees against his chest, curling in on himself defensively, "I’m sorry...I haven't talked about it in a long time...in fact, the only person I’ve ever told is Morax..." he tried to pull himself together but it was impossible to, tears still fell down his cheeks no matter how hard to blink them away, "I...want to tell you more, but in time. I know that was a lot..."

Xiao listened closely to every word. He could tell simply by the god's tone of voice that this was not an easy conversation, it was not comfortable to open up. So Xiao did all he could to make Venti more comfortable, letting the other sit fully in his lap while he let his shoulder work as a headrest, and hands massaging the bard's back.

When he felt Venti pull away, to hold onto himself, Xiao did not follow. He saw too much of his own experiences with despair in Venti, and knew that the bard was better left untouched at this moment. When Venti came towards the end of his story, Xiao took a deep breath, "Thank you, I know that...that was not easy. I feel grateful that you have shared it with me." he leaned forward, now taking Venti's face in his hands and wiping away the god's tears, "And it does not change in the slightest how I feel about you. I love you even more now, knowing how you can still remain hopeful despite all that transpired."

Venti looked into Xiao's eyes deeply, finding in them comfort and safety. He opened his mouth because he felt like he should say something but he was at a loss for words, so instead he threw his arms around Xiao, nuzzling his face against his neck, "Thank you," was all he could manage as his crying resumed for a moment, though this time they were tears of happiness and relief.

When he was able to calm himself he pulled away slowly, placing a gentle kiss to Xiao's forehead before moving to lay down on the blanket, pulling Xiao down with him. He laid on his back, looking up at the stars, "Do you remember, Xiao...what I told you a while ago? About how I look to the stars when I miss you, because I know you're seeing the same sky as I am?" he sighed calmly, squeezing Xiao's hand gently, "No matter what happens, even if..." he paused for a moment, unable to say what he was thinking, not even wanting Xiao to acknowledge the possibility of them being separated tragically, "Just don't forget-whenever you miss me, look to the stars...because chances are I am looking at them for you too." he turned his face towards Xiao, "I love you more than you will ever know."

Xiao held Venti closely as the other cried. He wasn't sure, really, what more he could say in that moment to ease the other's pain. Perhaps there was no easing it, and instead all Xiao should do was listen and support. When pulled down, Xiao let his head fall onto the god's chest, hearing his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall. "I do not know what the future will be for either of us," Xiao responded softly. He knew that their lives, while immortal, were not easy, that there was no true peace for either of them, no matter how hard they both worked towards it. He knew that their downfall might be an inevitability, "But I do know that I will know you are with me in every gust of wind, in every time I hear music, in every beat of my heart I will think of you. From now until forever." he turned to meet Venti's gaze, squeezing his hand tightly, "I love you so much."

Venti smiled softly before closing his eyes, a hand combing through Xiao's hair gently, "You always say the right things." He looked down at the Adeptus resting on his chest, a feeling of comfort and love washing over him, but eventually his gaze returned to the stars. Venti was unsure of how much time had passed since they laid there. The feeling of holding Xiao close, to feel his warm skin against his own felt grounding and when he finally snapped out of his trance he lifted Xiao's face from his chest to kiss him lovingly, "You're so sweet...I can't get enough of you." fingers tangled into Xiao's hair as he was pushed onto his back, Venti giggled against his lips before kissing him gently.

Xiao shook his head a bit at the compliment. "I never really know what to say," he admitted as he let his eyes close. Just knowing, and feeling, Venti here with him was more than enough to make the week worth it. To know the god better now, beyond the happiness and optimism he so deeply held, made the Adeptus fall even more in love. Barbatos was not perfect, neither was Alatus.

But their flaws were what brought the pair together, and would be, Xiao hoped, what kept them tied for eternity. Xiao let himself be moved and kissed by Venti, responding softly and slowly. On his back now, Xiao let his arms wrap around the other's waist, "Please don't ever have enough of me," he teased with a soft smile. Xiao let himself bring Venti as close as possible as they kissed, wanting to envelop the bard in all the love he felt.

Venti hummed happily against Xiao's lips, "That would be impossible...I’m addicted to you." he placed soft kisses all over Xiao's face before returning to his lips, kissing him lovingly, "I believe I’ve been waiting for you my whole life...you complete me." he pressed a kiss to the other's forehead, "You are my other half, Xiao." he moved to kiss his nose before whispering, "I think we are soulmates."

Venti pulled away to gaze into the other's eyes, moving his hands to cup Xiao's face before wrapping his arms around his neck, "Do you believe in soulmates, Xiao?" a small smirk played on his lips, "And if so, do you believe we are soulmates?" he trailed slow, gentle kisses down Xiao's neck once again, speaking softly, "Is your dream to be with me forever, in every lifetime?" Venti knew Xiao wanted the same things he did, but he wanted him to say it, especially knowing how flustered it could make him.

Xiao's breath stopped as he felt vent's kisses across his face and neck. The bard knew the right things to say and do to make the Adeptus fall apart at the seams. He let his hands come to rest tangled in Venti's hair as he replied, "I never thought I would believe in soulmates. Or love for that matter." the Adeptus looked down to meet the bright gaze, "But I do now. And I cannot imagine a lifetime in which we would not find each other." the words, while entirely true, still made Xiao turn red and he averted his gaze in the silence, embarrassed by his own honesty. He really had no reason to be, and he knew that. The god had expressed more vulnerable feelings of love, and yet Xiao still found his own words to be different somehow.

Venti leaned in to kiss the other lovingly, "Then promise me you'll always find me." he kissed Xiao's cheek gently before snuggling close to his side, enjoying the feeling of his hands in his hair, "I feel so unreasonably attached to you...to be honest," he kissed Xiao's neck gently, doing anything he could to show the Adeptus love and affection, "Sometimes...it scares me...how much I love you, how much I need you. It's not bad scary it's just, startling. I’m so protective of you and I worry for you, I crave your presence and touch." he wrapped his arm around Xiao's torso to pull him closer, "My understanding of the ballads that speak of love I play was none now that I have loved you. And now with every heartfelt note I play I think of you...speaking of, have you been practicing?"

Xiao curled closer into Venti's touch, letting the other's words wash over him. Thy were embarrassing and lovely all at once. He pressed a few soft kisses to the god's cheeks, "It frightens me too....all the time," Xiao closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into the other's neck, "I never know what to do with these feelings." he sighed to himself and pulled closer into Venti's grasp. It felt fundamentally less scary to be this close to the bard, to let himself be protected and cared for. It was still strange, yes, but Xiao found himself craving it still. At Venti's question, Xiao chuckled a bit, "It has only been a week, Barbatos, and I have not had that much time." the Adeptus looked up and leaned in for a slow, longing kiss, "I have time to learn."

Venti smiled amusedly, "Okay..." his tone was playful and he wrapped a leg around Xiao's, also trying to get closer, "I doknow that you're a very fast learner," he whispered the words against Xiao's ear, his innuendo completely obvious. He laughed lightly before looking to the other, a sincere look on his face, "In all seriousness, though, I am glad we are both scared, but we will figure it out together."

He finally returned Xiao's kiss with the same emotion it held the first time, longing. It was as if he felt he needed to make up for all of the time they missed in every single moment he had to spend with the other. He tangled his fingers in Xiao's hair, pulling himself closer to the other, enjoying the comfort the Adeptus gave him.

Xiao huffed a bit at Venti's first comment, not wanting to admit really that perhaps the god was right. He pulled away from the kiss briefly to narrow his eyes for a moment, "You enjoy being a tease don't you?" he noticed. Even just based off of their previous night together and this small comment, Xiao could already tell as much. Xiao leaned forward to press a fiercer kiss across Venti's jawline, "Not that I mind, really." the Adeptus pulled away once more to let his hand cup Venti's cheek with a hint of a smile.

Xiao's sudden forwardness took Venti by surprise and he could feel himself blush deeply, sighing as he was kissed by Xiao and whimpering when he pulled away, "I-well, you" he huffed in annoyance at his stuttering and glared at Xiao for a moment, "You..." he finally gave up on speaking and kissed Xiao eagerly, wrapping his arms around his neck and tangling their legs together. He spoke against his lips, voice almost a whisper from being out of breath from kissing, "You're.." he didn't even know what he was trying to say but he wanted to fight Xiao to have the last word, "You're so...charming," that wasn't the word Venti intended to choose, but his tone was still laced with annoyance, although it was lighthearted. He tugged on Xiao's hair teasingly, biting his bottom lip briefly before attempting to pull away, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Xiao chuckled softly at Venti's attempt at being mad. It was abundantly clear he wasn't genuinely upset. So Xiao let him move away slightly and let his hair be tugged, "I don't believe I have ever been called charming before." Xiao pulled himself up onto his elbows to ghost his lips across Venti's, before kissing him sweetly and briefly. The Adeptus laid back down with a flop, pulling Venti with him as he did. The weight of Venti on top of him was comforting and soothing, one that Xiao could find himself craving constantly. As he let his hands wander across the bard's back, making small shapes as it did, Xiao asked, "Did you have anything else planned for this evening? I could stay here with you like this all night but I do not want to ruin any other date plans you may have."

Venti returned Xiao's kiss eagerly, "Hmm...to be honest, this was as far as I had planned..." he peered up at Xiao cheekily, "I wanted to see where things led." as things he planned usually went, he was better at setting the mood rather than planning. He always enjoyed the excitement that came with doing things on a whim and letting emotions guide the turn of events. He kissed Xiao lovingly, "What do you want to do, my love?" he ran his fingers through Xiao's hair soothingly, smiling down at him warmly, "We can do anything at all, we can stay here, or we could go to the inn, or we could just walk...the choice is yours." he kissed him again, leaning up so he could cup the other's face in his hands.

Xiao sighed happily, leaning into Venti’s kiss as he thought. Really any time at the god’s side would be worth it. He dropped a few kisses across Venti’s face before deciding, “Perhaps we should finish the food and wine here and then return to the inn?” Xiao knew the intention was there, but even if Venti did not want to, he could spend a night just holding the bard as he slept. All the Adeptus craved at this moment was a sense of closeness. Xiao sat them both up, leaving Venti essentially in his lap at this point as he reached for the wine, finishing off the bottle across the two glasses. He leaned for a quick kiss to Venti’s nose before handing him the wine.

Venti took the wine happily, a smirk playing on his lips, "I can't wait." he finished his wine quickly and moved to kiss Xiao's neck, his inhibition slowly fading as the alcohol made him a bit tipsy. He couldn't help but tease the Adeptus, slowly tracing his tongue along Xiao's collar bone, but quickly pulling away to gaze at his lover alluringly-far more confident than the last time they were together, especially by the words Xiao had said that turned Venti into a blushing, stuttering mess. His gaze drifted to Xiao's lips and he captured them in a passionate but fleeting kiss. If Xiao said he didn't mind Venti being a tease then he would abuse that knowledge to have some fun with the other.

Xiao knew telling Venti he liked that he was a tease was not a great idea. Xiao tried to focus on his wine and food, not on the way Venti’s tongue felt lapping against his skin. When Xiao finished his wine, surprised at how he somewhat enjoyed it, he let his gaze wash over Venti. The look the god was giving him made the Adeptus turn bright red in an instant and before he could avert his gaze, he was lavishing against his lips for only a brief moment. Xiao chuckled softly when they pulled apart, he had for all intents and purposes asked Venti to do as such. The wine was loosening Xiao up somewhat and he let himself lean into Venti’s neck and leave messy and slow kisses and bites across whatever skin he could find.

Venti let his head fall back, tangling his fingers in Xiao's hair to pull him closer instead of tugging on it. He felt himself start to fall back so he wrapped his arms around Xiao's next for stability. Soft moans and sighs escaped him as he lost sense of where they were, all of his thoughts clouded by Xiao's touch, his kisses and bites, and Venti wanted more. Their first time Xiao had been so gentle, so careful and cautious, as if Venti were delicate, but now Venti was seeing another side of Xiao, one that he had seen hints of before but not like in this moment, "Xiao..." he shifted so he was in his lap, straddling him, "Xiao, please...I want you." it was different this time, Venti's words held more meaning than they appeared to, "All of you, please, I want you," he kissed Xiao' temple gently, "Show me all of you... "

"Not here," Xiao responded immediately in a low voice. Even a week of being apart and Xiao seemed to have forgotten how beautiful the god was when he was falling apart, the art of his face, the music of his sighs. Xiao's hands traced down to the back of the bard's thighs, pulling him closer for another brief kiss before pulling away. He took a moment to enjoy seeing Venti's flushed cheeks, his swollen lips. Xiao's mind trailed off into the ways he wanted to see this more often, the wine and experience making him feel far more confident than he had the week prior. It also brought to mind where they were and where they had left to go. Xiao sighed and dropped his head against Venti's chest, "The inn is quite a bit away at this point. I do not know of anywhere else where we could have more privacy.”

Venti furrowed his brows in thought, still gasping softly, "Well..." he trailed off, fingers clinging to Xiao as he rolled his hips into the other's. He couldn't control himself now, he was already too far gone. He pulled Xiao's hair lightly to give him access to his neck, biting and kissing his skin as Xiao had done to him, "...I need you." he shifted even closer now, pulling away from Xiao's neck to kiss him desperately, "We should really start walking...unless..." he let his eyes meet Xiao's, mischief in his gaze, "This place is pretty secluded..." he trailed his finger down Xiao's chest and stomach slowly, "I doubt anyone would see...or hear..." he raised an eyebrow at the other suggestively, "But it's up to you, Xiao." he had lost all inhibition and was speaking without thinking, emotions clouding his judgement. Venti's lips returned to Xiao's neck, sighing against his skin as he tried to shower him in affection and adoration.

Xiao groaned a bit even at the slight hint of friction, the feeling of Venti against him. Xiao let his head be pulled back by Venti and shut his eyes, just enjoying the sensation. Xiao returned Venti's kisses desperately, his hands clutching at the other's legs, as though he were trying to pierce through the fabric to meet soft, supple skin. As Venti spoke, Xiao's eyes followed the bard's hand down his body, reaching to intertwine their fingers when he was done. "You are a bad influence," Xiao teased before being overcome with the feeling of the god licking and nipping at his neck once more. The Adeptus moved his hands back to hold onto Venti's ass as he dragged the bard further into his lap. Kisses were placed wherever could find space, between moans and sighs. It took a while for Xiao to finally compose himself to concede, "I don't want to wait until the inn."

Venti moaned softly at the feeling of Xiao's hands on him, his touch assertive and needy. He pressed himself further against Xiao, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into the other, "I know I’m a bad influence, but this was your choice," he giggled quietly before moving to take off Xiao's clothes, anxious to feel skin on skin once again. The past week had been torture for Venti, he couldn't get the picture of Xiao, vulnerable and flustered out of his mind. He rolled his hips into Xiao's again, enjoying the soft groans and sighs it pulled out from his lover, "I want to feel you, I need to, please," he was startled at his own words, not usually one to be so vocally desperate but the way Xiao was acting tonight, relaxed and unhindered, had him extremely worked up and completely at the Adeptus' mercy.

Xiao could take a hint. He slipped as quickly as he could out of his shirt, hands now moving to Venti's clothes to do the same. As he undid the other's buttons, Xiao could feel the god grinding down on him, drawing more needy moans and sighs from the Adeptus. Once Xiao was able to unbutton most of Venti's shirt, his mouth made quick work to place as many kisses and bites as possible across the mark on his chest. Xiao let his eyes drift up to meet the bard's as he gave fierce and needy kisses across every part of skin he could find. "Venti, you need to tell me what you want," Xiao paused to admit. Despite all that transpired, and despite Xiao's own knowledge of this sort of intimacy, he still felt woefully unprepared and overwhelmed.

Venti sighed happily and smiled at the Adeptus reassuringly, "I want to feel you close to me...skin on skin, let's start with that." he wanted at least their first few times together to be more about Xiao getting to know Venti and himself in this way than having any real goal in mind. Although he would guide Xiao, he made sure to take things as slowly as possible for him, and let him figure out what he was comfortable with. He quickly worked to take off Xiao's pants and then his own, fighting the urge he had to take over the Adeptus completely. The bard flipped them over so Xiao was on top and wrapped his legs around him, pulling him close as he sighed against his neck, "Xiao~" he placed gentle and loving kisses on the other's skin, whispering words of praise in between. Now that they were in such a vulnerable position he wanted Xiao to take things at his own speed, knowing that even though Xiao seemed confident now, he could have second thoughts at any moment and Venti didn't want him to feel obligated to do things he wasn't ready to do. He guided one of Xiao's hand to his hip, indicating it was okay for the Adeptus to touch him in any way he wanted. Venti smiled up at him lovingly as his free hand reached up to caress Xiao's face gently.

Xiao still felt incredibly embarrassed to be out in the open this way, despite knowing full well that there was no chance someone would catch them. Looking down at Venti, Xiao wanted nothing more than to shower as much love as possible onto him. The Adeptus leaned forward to press his hips closer into Venti's, a loud sigh of pleasure escaping his lips. He captured Venti's lips roughly, all need, tongue and teeth. The previous weekend was filled Xiao's own uncertainties, his need to be reassured that he was loved and that it was not some dream. Now, though, perhaps a bit tipsy and certainly in love, Xiao found himself more confident and desperate. His hands worked to feel every part of the soft skin of Venti's thighs and hips as he could touch, delicate fingernails scraping across. Xiao pulled away from this kiss for a moment to gaze down at the god. "Is this okay?" the Adeptus asked, voice darker and hoarse. Xiao wasn't sure what he wanted but he knew that this all felt good for him, but he wanted to ensure Venti was feeling the same.

Venti moaned loudly when Xiao pressed his hips into his own, his grip tightening on the other, though despite the harsh grip he had on the Adeptus, he kissed him gently, "Everything you're doing is perfect, now please do that again," his expression was desperate once again and he kissed Xiao roughly. Venti was relieved to see that Xiao was more confident this time, the fact that he was so comfortable with him brought a small smile to his face when he thought about it. He met Xiao's movements, wanting to show that not only was he okay with what was happening, but also that he was just as worked up as the other, "You make me feel so good, everything you do is perfect."

Xiao nodded at Venti’s words, and his smile. Venti’s smile could convince Xiao to do just about anything, and Xiao leaned to press soft kisses to the god’s dimples. He was glad to know, and feel that the excitement and raw need was mutual. Xiao latched his lips again to Venti’s collarbone, with bite and gentle kisses. There was something wonderful and intoxicating about the mark just below his collarbone that thrilled Xiao. He was the only one now to see barbarous like this, debauched and desperate, and that fact made the warmth in Xiao’s stomach stronger. One hand traced back to hold onto the small of the bard’s back, fingers just barely grazing his cheeks. Xiao lifted his hips up further as he grinded himself down slowly and fiercely. A loud groan fell from his voice as he repeated the action. Now wanting to be even closer, he captured Venti’s bottom lip in his teeth before kissing him forcefully.

With each of Xiao's actions Venti became more and more excited, grabbing anywhere he could reach and kissing Xiao roughly. It would be an understatement to say he was desperate, he was so far gone he forget where they were altogether, sighing the Adeptus's name like a mantra, moaning softly each time he grinded against him. He brought his hands up to cup Xiao's face, roughly bringing him closer to kiss him deeply. At some point Venti's attempts at grinding against Xiao became meaningless as he couldn't do much in their position, so instead he stopped trying to meet his movements and ran his hands over his body lovingly, caressing him everywhere he could, whispering words of praise in between sighs and whimpers.

Xiao whimpered at the feeling, at hearing Venti say his name like that. The god’s touches were so gentle and kind, wordless affirmation that the Adeptus was loved and desired. He could really tell that Venti knew him at this point, knew that Xiao would feel inexperienced and clumsy. Xiao leaned into every touch, every kiss. He longed to be closer, to intertwine himself body and soul with the bard. Xiao moved onto his side so he didn’t have to worry as much about balancing. His hands worked to bring Venti flush against him, one tracing small circles across his chest, the other kneading the softness of his ass. Xiao continued to roll his hips against the god’s as he shuddered a breath and whispered, “I love you, I,” he paused and gave in to his need to kiss Venti, “I need you.”

Venti blushed deeply, nodding softly, "I’m yours, Xiao," he leaned in to whisper against Xiao's ear, "Take me." he further insinuated his point by rolling his hips against the other, eyes wide from excitement, though his expression was needy. Venti had been so worried about moving too fast, worried that Xiao could change his mind, but in this moment all of his worries were soothed by the look in Xiao's eyes, the way he touched him, "I’m all yours, all of me," he assured Xiao, wanting the Adeptus to know he belonged to him only, "Take me, please." he continued to kiss the other, fingers moving to rest on his shoulders before running his hands over his skin gently, hoping to ease his lover's worries and tension. He leaned in to kiss Xiao softly, delicately, "I love you."

Xiao smiled at Venti's words, feeling more certain than he had ever before that they were true. Any lingering tension dissipated under the god's touch and Xiao pulled Venti into him, bringing their lips together briefly before nipping and kissing at his jawline. His arm tucked closer around him, as Xiao laid himself down on his back, pulling the bard on top of him. He continued to mark any skin he could find as his hands reached down to pull onto the back of his thighs, as the Adeptus rolled his hips up to meet the friction. Xiao continued this a few more times, his own need more desperate. Between the movement, Xiao found himself repeating Venti's name over again, mixed in with words of love and adoration. "Please tell me what I can do," Xiao laid back and gazed up at the beautiful god in his lap. His hands trailed down the front of Venti's thighs, letting his nails trail along lightly, "Please, love."

Venti smiled lovingly at Xiao, though there was a mischievous glint in his eye. He ran his hands down his chest and stomach before leaning down, lips ghosting over Xiao's, moving away to place soft kisses on his jaw as soon as the other tried to meet his lips. He trailed kisses down Xiao's neck, biting and sucking on his skin gently, leaving marks that would last until their next meeting. Venti met Xiao's gaze, running his index finger down the Adeptus' stomach teasingly before his hand wrapped around Xiao's shaft, wasting no time as he began to stroke him gently, continuing to place soft kisses all over the other's chest. After it seemed like Xiao had finally adjusted to Venti's ministrations he pulled away, teasingly, to look down at him for a moment before trailing kisses down the Adeptus' stomach until he kissed the base of cock softly, "You can relax and let me take care of you."

Xiao's hands grasped onto any part of Venti he could find. Breathy moans and sighs escaped as he felt the intensity that Venti was leaving marks on his body. Xiao enjoyed knowing that for days to come he would have a physical reminder of his love on him. He inhaled sharply as soon as the other's hand wrapped around him. The pressure felt wonderful, but it was surprising. As Venti stroked, Xiao felt himself nearing the sense of closeness that Xiao had been longing for. He slowly relaxed, letting himself meet Venti's gaze with a flushed face and blown out eyes. He would trust Venti to do anything in this moment, the Adeptus putty in the god's hands. Xiao was on the verge of saying something, asking Venti what he could do in return when he felt Venti's lips. He whimpered at the feeling, another new sensation, another feeling of closeness. Xiao reached to cup Venti's face, rubbing his thumbs across his cheeks before nodding and giving into whatever Venti wanted, “Alright."

Venti smiled against Xiao before trailing his tongue up the underside of his length, his gaze not leaving Xiao's as he did so, a small smirk playing on his lips. He kissed along his length softly, breaking eye contact as he closed his eyes, completely focused on pleasing the Adeptus. Although he enjoyed teasing Xiao, he knew he was close already and didn't want to torture him much longer. He ran his tongue over Xiao's slit, taking one more opportunity to tease him before taking him into his mouth. Getting ahead of himself, Venti tried to take all of Xiao's length but choked when he felt his cock hit the back of his throat, only pulling away for a second before trying again, successfully. He took a moment to adjust, his eyes watered slightly but he ignored it, moving his hands to hold Xiao's hips gently. After a few deep breaths through his nose he began moving slowly, not to tease Xiao but to be gentle with him and to take it slow, wanting Xiao to take his time and enjoy himself.

The sensation was like nothing Xiao had ever felt before, warm, soft, and wet. His hips instinctively pushed in towards the sensation, only for Xiao to look down and see his lover pulling away. He wanted to stop it all now, apologize and promise to do better next time. But the gentle hands on his hips reminded him that the bard was not upset or hurt, reminded him that all Venti wanted was to see Xiao give over into pleasure. Deep breaths steadied the heat pooling in his stomach, which was only amplified by the sight of the god’s lips wrapped around him. It was lewd and beautiful to watch the way Venti’s head bobbed up and down, drawing out moans of his name from the Adeptus. It wasn’t going to be long now, Xiao could feel it, his hands gripping into the grass beside him as he breath became more shallow, mouth dropped open from the noises he was making. “Venti…” he shuddered out, hips jerking up once before he settled again, “I’m close.”

Venti hummed at Xiao's words, knowing the sensation would send him over the edge. He picked up his pace, moaning softly each time the Adeptus hit the back of his throat. He finally met Xiao's gaze, though it was fleeting, needing to see his effect on the other, wanting to see him at his mercy. His grip on Xiao's hips tightened subtly, enjoying watching him give over to pleasure. He felt pure bliss in this moment; knowing he was making Xiao feel good brought him pleasure unlike anything else. He rubbed small circles into Xiao's hips soothingly as he felt him approach his orgasm, occasionally letting his gaze land on his lover, looking up at him in ecstasy. When the Adeptus moaned Venti's name he flushed deeply, whimpering around Xiao's cock as his grip tightened, fingernails digging into his skin gently. In this moment Venti felt that he had been blessed by gods to be able to see Xiao like this, knowing he was the only person to, and that he would be the only person to in the future.

Xiao had expected in some part of his mind for Venti to pull away at the warning. Instead, the bard went faster and deeper, bringing about more needy whines from the back of the Adeptus' throat. Xiao dug his hands into the soil itself to ground himself as he felt his orgasm approaching. It took more effort than he had imagined to stop himself form thrusting into the feeling. Xiao, after a few deep breaths, let his hands trail to lay on top of Venti's with a fierece grip. His eyes met the god's, blown out and desperate for more of the feeling. It only took a few more bobs, a few more times watching the way Venti's lips clung to Xiao's cock, before the Adeptus felt the pool of heat in his belly tipping over. He let out a loud groan of Barbatos' name as he came, hands clenching onto Venti and eyes squeezed shut. It was so easy for the bard to draw this pleasure from him.

Venti took all of Xiao willingly, moving to hold his hands gently before pulling off of Xiao and swallowing. He sat up to gaze at the other through heavy eyelids, a sweet smile on his lips. Xiao looked beautiful like this, in the afterglow, and he was quite literally glowing in the light of the moon and Venti couldn't think of anything more beautiful. The bard stayed where he was for a moment, letting go of one of Xiao's hands to trace delicate patterns on his skin while he appreciated the scene in front of him. He said nothing, listening to Xiao's slowly steadying breath, pleased to see that he looked relaxed. He was in no rush to move, and he hoped the night would never end. After a few moments he moved to Xiao's side, laying next to him and wrapping himself around the Adeptus, breathing softly before whispering, "I love you."

Xiao thought that Venti would pull away, but he found himself delighted and intoxicated by the image of the bard swallowing him down with ease. Xiao's eyes traced up the expanse of Venti's body, enjoying the way the light of the moon and city illuminated his figure. Venti looked more like a god now than any other moment Xiao had seen him. As Venti fell into his arms, Xiao pressed soft kisses to any part of Venti he could find. He was tired, yes, but not quite as exhausted as their last rendezvous, and he could still feel Venti's own need pressing against him. Xiao's voice was raspy and hoarse from crying out Venti's name, "I want to make you feel good, love. What can I do?"

Venti blinked in surprise at Xiao's words, caught off guard. A blush spread to his cheeks as he averted his gaze shyly, "I.." slowly he returned Xiao's gaze, his eyes searching the other's. He would have been content how they were but the fact that Xiao was so caring and thoughtful brought a smile to his face, "You..." he blushed even deeper, suddenly feeling very sheepish, "You can do anything you want," the look on his face was genuine and reassuring. He would stay true to his vow to let Xiao discover things on his own, and he wanted the Adeptus to know that he trusted him wholeheartedly and he would guide him through whatever he wanted to do, "Xiao, I love you and I trust you," he leaned his forehead against the other's, "Trust in yourself. Nothing you do would ever disappoint me, you're an amazing lover and I feel blessed to be with you in this way." he said the words he was thinking earlier, wanting Xiao to know how much his trust meant to him, "So trust yourself as you trust me. You should really give yourself more credit, my love. You're good at everything you do, and I want more. Live out all of your fantasies, your deepest desires...I want what you want."

Xiao chuckled a bit at Venti's words, leaning in for a brief, gentle kiss, "Love, I think you imagine me to have far more fantasies than I do." it was true, Xiao had never put much stock into imagining himself like this, lost in the throes of passion. He had no preconceived notions of what he wanted to did not want to do. All he knew was that he would do anything to make Venti happy, to bring him the same pleasure the bard had given him. Xiao turned so he was hovering over Venti now, and began kissing every part of the other's body, down his neck , arms and chest. Xiao paused whenever he found a spot that brought sighs and whines from Venti, lingering there to mark with sucks and bites. As he trailed down the other's body, he took extra time around the Archon's mark, enjoying the way the power underneath it felt against Xiao's lips. As he explored, he kissed Venti's pert nipple, taking it into his mouth with a roll of his tongue, enjoying the sounds he was drawing out of the bard.

Venti laughed at Xiao's response, kissing his nose softly. When the Adeptus began to kiss him he felt overwhelmed with love and pleasure, sighing softly at his ministrations and giggling whenever he kissed an especially sensitive spot. The fact that Xiao was focusing on him so much made Venti extremely flustered and he squirmed underneath the other, not used to so much attention being given to him. His fingers tangled in the other's hair, tugging on it gently. Venti was going to tell him that he didn't need so much attention and care, that it felt like it was bordering on worship, but his words and thoughts were silenced when he felt Xiao tease his nipple. Speechless at first, he was surprised by the action, but he quickly melted into a whining, whimpering mess, sighing Xiao's name and pulling on his hair gently. He arched his back into the other, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer. Venti tried desperately to praise Xiao, wanting him to know everything he was doing felt good, but each time he tried to speak he was interrupted by his own whimpering. Though, he figured the fact that he couldn't speak would probably express his feelings better than if he could say anything so he gave up quickly, giving into Xiao's actions and affection.

Xiao flushed at the sounds Venti was making, the praise he was giving. It felt good to know that he was doing the right things, his fumbling attempts at pleasing the god working. It was also wonderful to know that both of them were far more invested in the other’s pleasure than their own. Xiao felt safe and loved with Venti, and could sense now that he made the bard feel the same. His hands trailed down the other’s sides, reaching behind to grab firmly onto his ass. Xiao looked up with a light twinkle in his eyes to see the bright red, needy face. His lips trailed kisses down across Venti’s stomach, stopping whenever he felt a giggle escaping the bard. As Xiao reached Venti’s cock, he pressed a small kiss to the top before letting himself latch onto the softness of Venti’s inner thighs, his hands dragging Venti’s lower body up higher until his legs were practically hoisted over Xiao’s shoulders. Xiao pulled away for a moment, his hands massaging into Venti’s ass as he stared down at his love, through a soft smile and blush saying, “You are beautiful beyond words, Barbatos.”

A low moan fell from Venti's lips at Xiao's kiss, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. He brought a hand to Xiao's hair, running his fingers through it lovingly, "Alatus, you're too kind," he smiled at him warmly, love and trust in his eyes despite the fact that his eyelids were heavy with lust. He bit his lip softly, taking in the sight of Xiao, in between his legs, holding him roughly. It honestly felt like a dream, a fantasy even, he was tempted to pinch himself but Xiao's grip on him was way too significant to be in a dream, "You're...so good, Xiao..." despite the fact that he could barely think straight, a small smirk came to Venti's lips, "you're amazing, everything you do feels so good," he was glad he could take the opportunity to praise Xiao and focus on him, all of the attention making him flustered beyond belief. Not flustered in a bad way, he just didn't know how to handle so much attention, his blushing only making matters worse, "You're so good to me, I love you."

Xiao averted his eyes for a moment at Venti's words. How could Venti, even in the depths of need and lust himself, still find a way to fluster Xiao? Xiao returned the other's gaze with a shy smile, "I love you too." he returned to kissing across Venti's hips and thighs, relishing in the way the softness of his skin felt under Xiao's teeth and tongue. Xiao was unsure of where to go from here, really. He could do the same as Venti did for him, and would probably fumble his way through it, but knowing Venti the god would still love every moment. But he wanted still to do more than just replicate Venti's love and passion. So Xiao let his lips trail in between Venti's thighs, using his hands to hike his legs up further, until he could reach his cheeks. The Adeptus closed his eyes and gripped tightly onto Venti has he marked his ass with love bites wherever he could see. For a moment, he let his tongue run tentatively across the bard's opening, not sure whether it was something Venti would want.

Venti whined loudly, his head falling back in bliss, "Fuck, Xiao..." already his legs shook from the pleasure, and he felt himself shudder slightly. Letting go of Xiao's hair, he relaxed completely, his back arching even more so than before. He had never felt so good in his life, immediately he was no longer self-conscious, no longer caring if Xiao saw him at his most flustered and needy. He was putty in Xiao's hands and he wanted the Adeptus to know that. He whimpered desperately, whispering a small, "Please, do that again..." he knew Xiao wouldn't have done it if he wasn't sure, but Venti still felt shy with the other, as he had never cared so much about what someone has thought of him, though he knew Xiao loved every part of him. He slowly let his hands thread through Xiao's hair once more, more for himself than for Xiao, needing to feel some part of him, needing to show his affection in some way. When he let go he brushed his hand over the grass where they laid, wanting to feel grounded as every part of him felt like he was in heaven.

Xiao chuckled softly at hearing Venti curse, finding pleasure himself in the fact that he was able to bring his love to this point. He moved his hands so they were holding Venti more firmly, steadying his shaking legs. Xiao hummed at the contact, however little, of Venti's hand in his hair. It was a gentle reminder of Venti's love and adoration, and Xiao could not get enough. The Adeptus returned, letting his tongue slowly circle around the puckered entrance, wanting to feel every part of it. He pressed a few soft kisses to the area, gentle and sweet. Looking, though, at Venti, desperate and whining for more, Xiao could tell that just sweet would not be satisfying enough. So he let his tongue slowly work its way inside, feeling the tightness and pressure around him. Surely if kissing the outside turned Venti into a needy mess, the inside would do far more. Xiao closed his eyes as he gripped Venti's thighs to latch his face in between, tongue working slow and deep inside.

Venti saw stars, crying out and whimpering Xiao's name shamelessly. His body went limp as he melted beneath Xiao, feeling worn out from only a few minutes of feeling the other's tongue inside of him. His whole body was shivering at this point and he shuddered every so often, even gripping Xiao's hair a few times. He was already so close, the feeling was so intense that it, in itself, bordered on overstimulation. Yet at the same time Venti couldn't get enough, "Xiao~...i-I’m...close," he panted softly, unable to deliver a single word clearly, nonetheless a coherent sentence. He felt a bit embarrassed that he was already so close but the feeling was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His moans raised in pitch, panting heavily now as he felt tears well up in his eyes, so utterly ruined in so little time. He couldn't quite understand how Xiao admired him so much, why he sought to please him so desperately, but in this moment he realized Xiao only had the same desire to make him feel good in the way Venti did for Xiao. It was a selfless love, one in which they both felt undeserving of the other, though at the same time the love between them was so strong it was impossible to doubt the other's feelings. Venti cried out one last time, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he came, trembling in Xiao's hold. If he were conscious of their surroundings he would have been worried someone would hear, but he forgot about where they were altogether. In this moment the only thing he was aware of was Xiao's presence and the euphoria the Adeptus gave him.

With every whimper and shake, Xiao tightened his grip on Venti's legs, letting his tongue swirl deeper inside. Xiao wanted Venti to feel all the love he held for the Archon with every touch, every movement. As he felt Venti clench around his tongue, thighs gripping his face, Xiao rubbed small soothing circles into his hips. He guided Venti through his orgasm with gentleness in his tongue and hands. Xiao pulled away with a soft smile as he looked down at Venti, every part of the god seeming entirely wrecked and blissed out. He kissed softly along his inner thigh as he set his legs back down gently. Xiao wanted to be the one from now until forever to tear these kinds of cries and orgasms out of the god, and also wanted to be the one to care afterwards. So Xiao used his hand to clean their mess, wiping it into the ground beside them. He slowly moved to grab their clothing, quickly putting on his own before helping the god do the same for his. Once they were clothed once more, Xiao settled next to Venti with a kiss and a sigh, "You are wonderful." 

Venti's eyes fluttered shut, his breathing slowly returning to normal. When he realized Xiao was dressing them he tried to help but relaxed again when the Adeptus refused. As soon as he felt Xiao next to him he sighed happily, returning his kiss lovingly and bringing a hand to cup his face gently, "I love you, I love you so much." for a short time after they'd confessed Venti worried that Xiao felt obligated and indebted to him and considered being romantic with him was a way to return the favor Venti gave him so long ago. But what he found even more confusing was that he knew Xiao genuinely loved him, that he respected and appreciated him, and as much as that made him happy it made him nervous. He never wanted to disappoint Xiao, he would always be worried that he wasn't what Xiao needed. Brushing away his bad thoughts he turned to his side to kiss Xiao's forehead and cheeks, ending up kissing all over his face softly, "You're perfect, I love you."

Xiao leaned into every one of Venti's touches, letting himself relax. Venti was a source of safety and security, more solid and predictable than anything Xiao had ever known. He was, in so many ways, the Adeptus's past, present, and future. The world was easier in his arms, the pain lessening. Xiao kissed Venti once more softly, "you are perfect too, love." he pressed their foreheads together, breathing in the feeling of being so close. Soon, Xiao felt Venti drift off to sleep in his arms. He tucked his arms around the god, carrying him for a few hours back to the inn, just as the sun was rising. Xiao ignored the raised eyebrows as he brought the bard up to his room where he would sleep better in the bed. Before leaving for his patrol, Xiao indulged in a last kiss to his forehead, a lingering gaze. All that remained in the room was Xiao's love, and a scrawled out note promising to see Venti the following weekend.

Venti could feel the all too familiar sensation flowing through him, corruption, confusion, despair. He tried to hold back the tears, to ignore it but he couldn't. Why now, why when he'd finally found a sense of happiness and comfort? He sat frozen in a sea of flowers on the outskirts of Mondstadt, isolated from everyone. It had not been long since he had last seen Xiao, and he had to fight the urge to say goodbye. He did everything he could to assure the other of his love before he left, but still he feared so many things. He feared leaving without truly saying goodbye, he feared losing Xiao's love, he knew he would lose his trust at the very least. He felt his heart break at the realization that Xiao would move on, but maybe that would be for the best. He knew in the end he couldn't give Xiao the love and comfort he deserved. He knew Xiao would realize that he was too much to handle, that he would bring him more pain than pleasure. Every part of him ached at the thought that this would be the end of what had transpired between them, and he didn't want to go but he couldn't let himself hurt people, especially Xiao. It was now more important than ever that he leave, but he knew either way he would lose everything he'd built with the Adeptus. Venti realized that sitting there contemplating everything he would lose and cursing himself for being weak enough to let this to happen again wouldn't make the situation any easier, so he did what he did best. He left, ran away from his problems and sorrows without another thought, finally at peace with the fact that Xiao would move on without him.

As the next weekend came, Xiao found himself more nervous and excited than he had before. He wanted, more than anytime else, to make everything perfect for Venti. In the early hours of every morning, the time still when enemies were scarce and mortals were not awake, Xiao had begun practicing the flute, trying from memory to shape out the song that had saved him long ago. He had the first few notes down, and was looking forward to showing Venti and learning more. The hours passed, though, that friday night without any sign from the bard. Xiao sat, flute in his lap, and the finest bottle of wine he could find still corked. Perhaps saturday then. Still nothing. But Venti was a god, he had responsibilities to Mondstadt. Perhaps he was tied up in something, though it felt unusual for him not to send some sort of message through the wind. So Xiao waited another weekend. And another. And it turned into months of weekends spent in the inn, hoping for some sort of sign. After time though, Xiao realized his folly. He stayed there no longer out of genuine belief that Venti would arrive. The god was gone to the wind, and had left Xiao behind just as the Adeptus had always feared. He stayed for the slim chance he would appear, the blue eyes shining through the darkness. A year passed and Venti never showed. It only took a conversation with Morax to discover the Anemo Archon had disappeared once more, left behind his country and his people. Xiao felt somewhat relieved by this, he had not done anything explicitly to drive the god away. But he also felt unrelenting anger and sadness. Was he not worth a goodbye? Were all the words they whispered to each other of being anchors that tied one another together, was that all for naught? The Adeptus could no longer stand to wait in the room any longer, knowing he was abandoned. He tried everything he could to push the bard from his memory, willing away memories of his kindness, snapping the flute that had been meant for comfort. Xiao spent centuries this way, giving himself over into his work and to pay off his karmic debt, anything to force his mind from the way Venti would look at him and tell him he had a kind soul.

Venti was exhausted to say the least, his slumber was anything but peaceful and he felt worse than he had before, even though he felt purified. Immediately he was faced with his close friend resentful and threatening towards him, and he too faced the same threat Venti had succumbed to. That reality was heart wrenching in its own and he couldn't even imagine how much Xiao hated him after disappearing for, he wasn't sure quite how long it had been, but all of the faces in Mondstadt he had come to know and love were gone, and once again he was a stranger. It had been days, yet he still feared facing Xiao after everything he'd done. He feared the words he would say, the look on his face, and most of all seeing anger and mistrust in his eyes.

But he knew it wasn't fair to stay away, and he was desperate to see his beloved once again. So finally, one night, after drinking quite a bit to 'take the edge off', he started walking to Wangshu Inn, hoping Xiao still rested there. When he finally arrived after hours, walking took a while when he was slowed by fear and mild intoxication, he stepped onto the balcony as he had so many times before, trying to call out to Xiao but he couldn't speak, quite literally paralyzed in fear. He took a deep breath, tears already threatening to fall down his cheeks. All he could manage was what sounded like a whisper, voice too weak to really call out and try to get the other's attention. He stood, waiting, unable to say anything more and unsure if the other even heard him.

Xiao saw Venti coming from where he perched on the rooftop, the Mondstadt attire sticking out clearly in the Liyue landscape. Xiao could not tear his eyes away from him, mix of anger and joy washing over him. Venti was back. Centuries had passed, the landscape had fundamentally changed but he still found his way to Wangshu. But what right did he have after silence to just appear, to expect Xiao to be waiting?

Xiao had come to know over the time a different kind of loss, and as much as he wanted to swing down and wrap his arms around Venti once more, it felt wrong. Xiao was hurt, hurt in a way nobody had before hurt him. He had never let himself trust someone so much, to be vulnerable around someone in that way, only to be left without even a goodbye.

So Xiao just watched as Venti reached the balcony, barely hearing his name whispered into the night. It would be so easy to run away and disappear into the night. Let Venti feel the abandonment and pain he put Xiao through for centuries. But that would not answer the Adeptus’ questions, would not give him any sense of peace with their falling out. Stepping out onto the rooftop overhanging the balcony, Xiao donned his mask and in a tone harsher than he would have ever used with anyone but an enemy spoke, “Lord Barbatos, what do you want?”

Xiao's reaction was much more intense than Venti expected and he creeped backwards in fear. He knew Xiao would never hurt him but he couldn't help but feel scared seeing him like this in these circumstances. The fact that Xiao had addressed him in such a way, saying his name in a way he had never heard before only made the his heart ache and he felt a tear fall down his cheek.

"Xiao...I.." once again he was left speechless by the other, his thoughts were a mess and he wasn't sure if drinking before this was a good idea anymore, "It's only natural to want to see the one you love when you've been separated..." he wouldn't step closer, wrapping his arms around himself subtly, averting his gaze. It was obvious to him Xiao no longer felt how he used to, in fact maybe this was good for the Adeptus. Venti knew it was good for him, so why had he even visited him? It's only natural to fall out of love with someone who gas ghosted you for what Venti could assume was centuries at least.

He refused to meet Xiao's gaze, speaking quietly, his voice weak, "I’m sorry, I shouldn't have come. I’m sorry for many things, Xiao." he took a few more steps back, panic and fear rising in him, and with a final "I’m sorry" he turned to leave, stumbling slightly but refusing to look back at the love of his life one last time, choking back sobs. All he could think about was how this was just another thing he would never forgive himself for and that he deserved to lose Xiao, and he didn't resent the Adeptus in the slightest. Everything he felt, his tone, his words, all of it was valid and Venti didn't blame him for any of it.

Xiao’s heart felt like it caught in his throat seeing Venti cry like this. He had seen the bard upset before, but never because of something Xiao had done. But had he done anything wrong? Xiao wasn’t sure. He was being purposefully cold but that was not necessarily unwarranted. But still, seeing Venti choking on his own sobs and stumbling away made Xiao feel guilty and fearful.

“You disappear for over half of a millennia to appear for a moment and run away once more?” Xiao’s tone was slightly less harsh, but by no means warm, as he leapt down from the roof in front of Venti. He was glad in that moment his mask was still on as now up close, Venti’s tears made Xiao’s heart tear apart even more. He should be past this by now, but even centuries of distance could not shake the love Xiao felt for the god, even if it was now clouded with anger and hurt. The Adeptus felt some tears forming in his eyes as well as he looked at Venti, demanding, “Answer me why.”

The fact that Xiao stopped him from leaving made Venti hopeful, which only made him more upset. He knew he didn't deserve to indulge himself in talking to Xiao even for a minute, maybe if he just left it would be like ripping the bandage off, although he knew if he did he would bleed out. He quickly tried to wipe his tears away, he didn't deserve to cry, Xiao was the one who was hurt.

"I...I don't deserve the privilege of explaining myself. I’m sorry that I hurt you, I’m sorry that I left." he averted his gaze again, unable to look at Xiao directly, "In the end, my reasons don't matter. All that matters is how what I did affected you, explaining myself won't change how you feel." He did genuinely believe that, even if he told Xiao it was to save him he wouldn't understand, it might even upset him more or make him feel as though Venti looked down on him and thought he was weak. Venti really could not see any way out of this situation. No matter what, their relationship, the trust he had earned, everything meant nothing anymore, and indulging in fantasies of a scenario in which they could have what they once did would only bring Venti more pain.

Xiao felt himself getting more frustrated with each word Venti spoke. He talked as though the last few centuries had meant nothing, that Xiao should move past and move on. Yet the Adeptus had tried this and still, no matter how many demons he killed, no matter how many nights he spent protecting Liyue, he could not let go of wondering why. Either in pain or longing, Xiao was desperate for an explanation, a way to rationalize what transpired.

“Do not be confused, I don’t forgive you,” Xiao said, hand gripping more tightly to his pole arm tor some semblance of stability. It was hard to tell Venti this, but it would have been infinitely harder to lie and pretend as though Xiao could move on through the pain. “I don’t know if I ever will. I still want to know why. It may not change anything but,” Xiao took a deep breath as he felt a tear slide down his face under his mask, “You owe me as much.”

Venti watched Xiao tighten his grip on his polearm, it only served as a reminder that he was supposed to be Xiao's anchor, and he failed. The words Xiao said, though they were deserved, cut through him like a knife and he felt utterly and wholly dejected. He took a deep breath, still refusing to look at the other, "Has Morax told you anything? I suppose as much..."

He peeked up at Xiao for only a second before looking down again, "Though I’m assuming what you're really asking is why I didn't say anything..." he look another deep breath, his fists tightening in anger towards himself, "I...I really don't know what to say." and he didn't, he had no idea how to explain things to Xiao.

He once again felt panic rising in him, and he was terrified, he truly did want to run away, and every part of him was aching to but he was frozen in fear, "I couldn't tell you..." he would be as vague as possible, scared of how Xiao would react to his full reasoning. But still, he would reveal the truth once Xiao asked. He did owe it to the Adeptus, but he knew it would be at the expense of them ever recovering.

Xiao noticed the way Venti tensed, it being unusual for the god to express this sort of feeling. What Xiao wanted the end result to be from this conversation he still wasn't sure. There would be no repairing their relationship, he knew that much, at least not to the point they were before.

He supposed, then, that what he needed was closure. He needed to hear from Venti's lips that their relationship had meant nothing, it was a fling, it was meaningless. He needed to hear that Venti hadn't bothered to tell Xiao anything of his disappearance because he did not care enough about Xiao to give him that courtesy.

Only a few tears were rolling down his cheeks now, but considering the Adeptus had not cried in millennia, it was a strange relief. "You owe me a real answer not that bullshit," he repeated, knowing that Venti was not stupid. Even if the reason was frivolous and made their entire relationship meaningless, Xiao knew that Venti had a real answer.

Venti nodded sadly, it was obvious he had finally given up, "I was faced with a hard decision...one that had been so easy the first time. I’m constantly plagued with fear of a threat that it seems I can never fully shake..." he was once again looking down, guilt and shame flooding his senses, "I...have been corrupted before, but I couldn't bear to hurt anyone, so I rested-I’m sure Morax has told you this much."

He was feeling calmer by the second, not because he felt relief or hope, but because he was slowly coming to terms with the reality of their relationship, "And it happened once again, but this time it broke my heart-knowing I would have to leave you, knowing you would move on without me."

He didn't tell Xiao that he felt a bit of relief, that he knew it would be best for Xiao because he didn't want his self-deprecation to make this about him, because it wasn't about him; it was about Xiao. "But I couldn't warn you because I know you would interfere, try to save me, try to love me nonetheless...but how could you bear to even look at me if I were just like the gods you've put to rest so many times before?" Tears welled up in his eyes once again and his brows furrowed more in anger than pain, "And even if you could, what would happen when you realized that you couldn't save me? At that point it would be too late and you could very easily be in the position of needing to kill me yourself. I couldn't do that to you."

He felt stupid, he wasn't sure why but the fact that he put them in this situation made him feel pathetic. He finally looked to Xiao, his expression blank despite the tears that stained his cheeks, "So I’m genuinely more sorry than I can express, but I don't regret what I did, and I stand by my decision."

"Oh," that was so far beyond any reasoning that Xiao had imagined. Morax had been vague in his explanation of the Anemo Archon's previous disappearance and current one, simply saying 'He has his reasons'. Xiao had never once thought that his reasons were a selfless act of saving his city and those he loved from pain.

He should have realized, Xiao chided himself, he should have known that Venti was a selfless god. No matter how much wine he could throw back, or how easily he spoke of freedom, Venti put the feelings of others above all else. It was this realization that swelled inside of the Adeptus, more emotion than he knew how to handle.

For centuries he had vilified his lost love, made him a frivolous philanderer. Yet here that same man was, explaining that the pain he caused Xiao was only to save him from future, inevitable pain. At the moment, it felt impossible to reconcile the Venti in front of him, with the Venti he had imagined, and the Venti from the past. They all felt too distinct, and Xiao was lost in the midst. He needed time, time more than anything. He understood now Venti's reasoning and while he still did not forgive him, he could see now a future where he would forgive the god.

Tentatively, Xiao reached up to remove his mask, letting himself look at Barbatos properly. He knew it was clear that he had been crying but Xiao did not truly care in that moment. He held Venti's gaze for a moment before nodding slowly, donning his mask, and disappearing further into Liyue. He needed time to unravel his feelings towards the god.

Xiao's reaction was expected, and Venti tried to make peace with it. He stood there, unmoving, for longer than he could recount. He felt hollow, empty, he hated every part of himself and he understood why Xiao felt the same. When he saw the sun start to rise he decided to return to Mondstadt, it didn't bring him comfort or security, but he felt more a stranger in Liyue than in Mondstadt despite the fact that he knew many Adepti in Liyue and not a single soul in his home country.

He walked slowly, dragging his feet, all the while anger and pain were running through his veins. He decided from that moment forward it would be best to stay away from Liyue, he knew just his presence would likely unsettle Xiao and he didn't want to disturb him anymore. It wasn't as if he were on good terms with anyone in Liyue personally, so he didn't think it would be too difficult. He would go back to spending all of his time in the tavern, hiding away from the world as he had before. When he finally reached the border he collapsed, falling to his knees in silence. He was too devastated to cry, so he laid there for a while, contemplating disappearing again. His people seemed to be doing fine without him in general; he was unneeded, but he knew that it was unfair to run away.

He deserved to feel sorrow and mourn the loss of Xiao's love. He deserved to feel what he had put Xiao through for so long, so he decided to go on, to reap what he had sown, he owed Xiao at least that much.

Xiao found himself barely able to make it guilI plains before he found himself collapsing over his polearm. It was too much, seeing Venti again. Tears fell silently but steadily from the Adeptus's eyes as he tried to think. Xiao had never been the best at feelings, he knew that for certain, so trying to sit here and work through all the complexities of his relationship with the bard was overwhelming.

Xiao knew that he still loved Venti, that much was clear in his desperation to wipe away the god's tears and hold him until he stopped crying. And perhaps Venti still felt the same? That much was unclear. Venti at least felt something, which was infinitely better than the apathy Xiao had been imagining for the past centuries.

Was Venti worth this pain? Xiao's immediate response was that yes, Venti was worth shouldering any and all pain to stay beside him. He so desperately wanted to believe something else though, to believe Venti's love was subpar. But he couldn't. So Xiao spent the next few weeks, in any and all spare time, thinking about the god. He was trying to work through what were his own genuine memories, what were his imagined, negative versions of Venti, and what was the truth.

It became clear at a certain point that thinking about these things would get Xiao nowhere in either ending or reconciling with Barbatos. One weekend he made his trek to Mondstadt, wine and almond tofu in hand, to sit at the base of the tree they had once met at, hoping to at least come to know Venti once more.

Venti was beyond tired, after being kicked out of the tavern for the fourth time that week he went where he always did when he felt lost. As he approached the familiar tree he saw a familiar figure, with wine and almond tofu where they had sat many years ago. He stopped in his tracks, paralyzed by fear and sorrow. He knew he was imagining the scene in front of him but it hurt to see. The bard stumbled forward, blinking lazily, fear rising in him when the closer he got the more real Xiao seemed.

When he finally stood in front of the Adeptus he realized he wasn't imagining it. He felt as if he was going to faint, bringing a hand to his forehead and stumbling back. He didn't know what to do, he was more than confused and he didn't know how to react. He could understand Xiao demanding more from him, wanting a better apology or something of that nature but why would he bring what seemed like a peace offering? Why wasn't his mask hiding his face? Why was he here in the first place?

He looked back to Xiao, weary and nervous, once again creeping backwards unconsciously. All of a sudden he felt himself falling, yelping quietly as he tripped over one of the many roots emerging from the ground and landing harshly. He was too scared to move, his inebriation also making it hard to. So he sat there, tearing up slightly, unable to look at Xiao and too confused to try to rationalize the situation.

Seeing Venti once more made Xiao feel more scared than he had the first time. He was no longer hidden. Instead, he was here trying to make amends, and felt suddenly more vulnerable than he had in centuries. It also did not help the situation that Venti was gorgeous under the moonlight, a sight Xiao had missed deeply. Xiao could see in Venti's eyes that the bard felt similarly frightened, enough that he fell into a heap onto himself. By all accounts, this was not something Xiao had planned for.

He sat for a minute or so, waiting to see Venti stand up once more, only to realize that the bard wanted to stay where he was, crying audibly. This was no way to start out any sort of conversation, whether it would be an argument or reconciliation. Xiao stood, picking up the tofu as he did, and made his way to sit beside Venti. He was a few feet away, not daring to get any closer to the upset god. Silently, he pushed the plate of food towards the bard, eyes averted. It hurt too much the time before to see Venti so upset, and Xiao knew that if he looked now he would find himself as upset as the last time. But perhaps just the food would be enough to bring Venti out of his sad stupor and start some sort of conversation.

Venti was surprised by the action to say the least, and he didn't move for a moment, even more confused now than he was before, "What are you doing here?" there was no anger in his words and his voice was weak, barely louder than a whisper.

He still had no idea how to react or what Xiao's intentions were, maybe he thought that he still needed to pay Venti back in some way, it wouldn't be all that surprising, "You don't have to do this. I hold no resentment towards you for your resentment towards me, and you shouldn't feel guilty or like you owe me anything. You don't owe me your love." his crying had been reduced to sniffles but he felt more sad with each word he spoke. He didn't want fake love, he didn't want to be an obligation, "I won't bother you anymore, just please don't be in my presence because you feel obligated to." he still had no idea why Xiao was there.

Even if he had forgiven him, Venti knew he didn't deserve it. He feared the Adeptus' love, he feared his intentions. The bard took a deep breath, letting his head hang in sorrow, looking down at the almond tofu sadly, "You don't have to do this."

"I don't feel obligated," Xiao clarified, letting himself push the almond tofu closer to Venti. He sat for a moment after speaking, not sure himself what to say next. This was not a repayment, not a debt. It was instead entirely driven by Xiao's own confusing mess of feelings. It was all that Venti had said, resentment and love mixed together. Xiao just felt instinctively that it would be better to be beside the god, and try to find some sort of understanding, either in a severing of their relationship or a rekindling.

"I don't know why I’m here, I don't understand it" the Adeptus admitted, his gaze drifting down to his hands that were nervously fiddling, "I just...." Xiao trailed off with a sigh. He let himself look at Venti briefly, upset to his core to see the god torn down into a sniffling mess, "I needed to see you." Xiao had no better way of describing it. He needed Venti, and even though he did not forgive the bard, he still needed him. To calm his own nerves, Xiao poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly, glad he had remembered exactly what sort of wine Venti had brought him that night centuries ago. "I don't know why I need you."

"I wish you didn't." Venti continued to stare at the food in front of him, "Things would be so much easier for you if you didn't." he understood exactly what Xiao meant. Without the Adeptus by his side he felt lost and alone. He missed having an anchor, a home. He still longed for him any time they were apart, in fact, he was desperate for his company. As much as Xiao's words made him feel conflicted, Venti knew they were genuine. Xiao didn't seek out the bard's company out of obligation, but Venti wished that he had. It would be much easier for the Adeptus if he just said he did feel obligated and Venti could turn him away.

Venti wished Xiao resented him more, he didn't want to put him through any more pain. He reached for the bottle, drinking straight from it to try to settle his nerves as he felt like his heart was going to explode, "...But I need you too." he closed his eyes and sighed heavily, "I still love you as much as I always have, maybe even more than that, but I understand that you don't feel the same way about me that you used to, and I don't blame you.”

Venti's words hit Xiao hard. It would be so much easier if there was not still love there, but now Xiao could no longer pretend. There was. On both ends. Just as on both ends there was pain and hurt. "I wish I didn't either," Xiao let himself admit. It was strange, how centuries of being apart seemed to melt away after seeing Venti only once. The need was still there, come to life once more. Xiao once again felt incomplete without the god.

The Adeptus sighed, and let his head drop, eyes shutting tightly as he spoke, "I can't say how I feel about you. I don't know. I have spent centuries trying to hate you for what you did. And while I don’t forgive you I understand." Xiao could feel some tears pricking at his eyes. Somehow Venti was able to bring out emotions from him once more that the Adeptus thought impossible. "It may feel like a short time for you but it has been a very very long time for me and I don't know what I think or feel anymore."

Venti nodded sadly, holding his head in his hands, "I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't expect you to want me back." he expected nothing from the Adeptus. But if he wanted Venti's company, even if it were impersonal and just to calm him, Venti would give it willingly. He didn't want to sit there anymore, he didn't want to be anywhere near Xiao, it hurt to be, "Tell me though, were you successful in hating me?"

Venti was scared of the answer, and most of him didn't want to know but he couldn't fight the pang in his heart at the thought that Xiao hated him, even the fact that he tried to broke Venti's heart. Still, he held no anger towards the Adeptus, he knew that it was how he tried to cope. The bard lifted his head from his hands, looking to Xiao, "Do you hate me?" he took a shaky breath before whispering, "Do you even love me anymore?" Venti knew if he didn't then there was no going back. It would be too hard to try to rekindle anything with Xiao, he would run and hide, letting the Adeptus live on in peace without him. Once again he didn't want to know the answer, but he needed Xiao to put him out of his misery.

Xiao paused at the questions, they were not easy ones to answer, they were the same questions that he himself had been struggling with for the past few weeks. He could lie to Venti, that was an option. He could sit here and say that he never hated the god, and was still as in love with him as he had been centuries ago. But Venti would know, and that would hurt far worse than the truth.

Xiao spoke softly, not meeting Venti's eyes. It was easier to close his eyes tightly, some tears falling as he did, and admit to it, "I did hate you. For a long time. It was easier that way. But I saw you again and I..." he shuddered a breath, "I could not hate you anymore. As for love, I don't know." Xiao opened his eyes to look at Venti properly, as hard as it was. Venti's eyes were darker than Xiao remembered, clouded with his own pain. The Adeptus longed to take that away, to ease his suffering. But he was suffering as well, making it all the more complicated. "I want to love you again." 

Venti sat unmoving, his expression not changing. He was confused by Xiao's words, and he hated that he felt hope. He wanted to love him again? Why? Venti had no idea why Xiao would want that. He wasn't sure if he should even allow it. Who's to say this couldn't happen again in the future? Maybe by then they would have talked about it and it wouldn't be as hard. But more importantly, Venti didn't know how to earn Xiao's love again, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He was terrified and he wanted to get out, to run away. He wasn't sure if he could tie himself to the Adeptus again, and give him every part of himself, and let Xiao to do the same.

Once again the fear of belonging to someone crept up on him, the fear of commitment. He felt nauseous and he gripped his knees, leaning forward tiredly. He was trying to figure out what to say, but he felt like he was going to faint, eyes closing slowly. "I don't think you should. I think you should go." he shuddered slightly, feeling his heart break, "Don't do this to yourself, just leave."

A knot formed in the pit of Xiao's stomach. He wasn't sure what he expected Venti to say, but a rejection certainly had not been on his mind. He had hoped, naively as it was, to just be able to sit here with the god, find a future in which they could work their way back to each other. But looking over at how the god curled in on himself, rejecting the world around him, Xiao could see that it would never be.

"If that is what you truly want, I will never see you again," Xiao's voice cracked at the thought. Even though he had gone centuries without seeing the bard, now thinking of a future without him felt far worse, "but if you think you are doing this for my sake, let me make my own decisions."

The Adeptus was still not sure what he wanted, but he knew Venti was a part of it. The bard would always be a part of Xiao's needs in the world, no matter how much pain it brought. His life would always be painful and hard, and over the last centuries Venti had certainly contributed to it. But he also eased the despair, made it easier to walk through life with some semblance of freedom. Xiao would let that go if Venti was truly rejecting him, but he needed to be certain.

Venti slowly blinked his eyes open and looked at Xiao for a moment, feeling panic at the thought of never seeing Xiao again. That wasn't what he wanted, and he knew it wasn't what the Adeptus wanted either, "Okay, I will let you make your own decisions, you have that freedom." he took a deep breath, tears subtly falling down his cheeks, "As for what I want..." he didn’t want to say, it felt wrong. Telling Xiao that he wanted a future together made him feel sick, "I want...you."

He averted his gaze again, disgusted with himself for telling the truth. He was scared of having what they once did but he craved it, he needed Xiao in his life, "I will always want you." it hurt to see Xiao in pain, especially because he caused it. He wanted to hold him, but he couldn't, he was too scared to do anything. He continued trying to take deep breaths but it did little to help. He let his gaze return to the ground in front of him, part of him still wishing Xiao would give up on him and leave.

Xiao nodded at Venti's words, trying to take them all in. He wanted the bard too, desperately. He wanted the pretend the past centuries had never happened and let himself wrap his arms around Venti once more. But he couldn't do that. He couldn't ignore the pain and torment Venti had put him through, no matter how much he still desired the god's love.

Xiao took a deep breath before speaking, trying to calm his own nerves, "I will always want you too." no matter the hurt, it would always be a fact that the Adeptus needed and desired the bard to be by his side. If it were not the case, it certainly would be easier, but Xiao had spent centuries trying to untangle himself from Venti to no avail. "I’m still upset and angry, but I want you," Xiao admitted, letting his eyes try to meet Venti's gaze, despite the tears welling in his own eyes, "I don't know what to do, Venti."

Venti sighed, "Neither do I, Xiao." he was so conflicted, he had no idea how to make things better. "I’m sorry." he couldn't apologize enough, he could never apologize enough. No matter what, he could never see himself forgiving himself for hurting Xiao. "I have so many regrets, fuck I don't even know if I regret not telling you. I don't know what the right decision was, and I don't know what the right decision is now." He could feel his eyes beginning to close on their own, exhaustion threatening to take over him.

He reached for the bottle, easily finishing it off before sighing again, "I don't know anything anymore. I don't know why you still want me, I’m not worth it." he wanted Xiao to realize that trying to love Venti was a bad decision, that it wasn't right, "You know in your heart that I’m not worth it. You don't miss me, you miss the comfort I gave you...you don't love me, you love all that I represent." He would do everything he could to make Xiao leave, but he couldn't leave Xiao himself. Venti knew this wasn't right but he had a feeling Xiao wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried. His words weren't untrue, he just began to say what he felt without holding back.

"I could say the same for you," Xiao bit out, harsher than intended. It stung to hear Venti dismiss his feelings so easily, to claim it was not really love. Perhaps it was true, but the Adeptus had no way of knowing. He had never felt love for anyone else, there was no other person he could compare Venti to. It was just Venti in Xiao's mind and heart. Xiao knew, deep inside, that it was the same for the god. They had only truly ever loved each other in this way, and that in itself was a confusing realization.

"You miss being needed, having someone care for you for a change. You miss that, you do not miss me" Xiao reached across the grab the almond tofu, nibbling on it as he continued to speak, "Do not try to tell me how I feel and I will not try and tell you." in centuries past, Venti had been the one to know the Adeptus better, to be able to parse out his emotions. But now it was clear that they were both too mixed up in their own feelings to even begin to try and understand the other. He sat in silence, eating slowly, trying to figure out where to go from here. There was no clear path forward anymore, no signs on what to do.

Venti glared at Xiao for his words, opening his mouth to argue but he was silenced. He took the bottle in his hands, forgetting for a moment that it was empty. He held it anyway, sighing softly, "I don't know where to start, I don't know how to start...I don't know if we can make it." he took a shaky breath, "I can't lose you again."

It was true, if they tried again and it didn't work out it would be much more devastating than the first time. He hung his head in sadness and shame, "I don't know how to deal with...unrequited love..." he turned the bottle in his hands, desperately wishing it weren't empty, "it hurts. And I don't blame you, it makes sense, but I don't know how to handle it...I’ve never loved anyone before. And although I’ve predicted the possibility of you falling out of love with me before, I wasn't prepared for it to happen. I feel pain, grief, guilt, shame. I’m so mad at myself I don't know what to do. And I’m only telling you this because I worry that my feelings will make it harder for us and get in the way of our reconciliation, plus lack of communication is what caused our...breaking up? Have we even broken up...I assume so..." He still avoided Xiao's gaze, he felt so ashamed, of what he did, of how he felt. He couldn't bear to look at Xiao when he was like this.

"I don't think it is unrequited," Xiao spoke softly, trying to work things through for himself as much as talking to Venti, "I am...I have spent centuries trying to understand why the only person I have ever loved left me. And I understand now, I do. I would have tried to stop you, I would have let myself be killed if it meant saving you. Or I would have had to kill you, and let myself succumb to darkness afterwards. So I understand, but it still hurts."

The Adeptus sighed once more, still trying to find the right words to express himself. For centuries he had wallowed in his own pain, his own abandonment, but he never once thought he would be sitting here talking it through with Venti. "Barbatos, I still have feelings for you, I do. But it is hard to know them when there is so much pain in it as well." Xiao paused, trying to find something else to say, anything, but he was at a loss. He settled for averting his eyes and focusing solely on the almond tofu in front of him.

Venti felt relief, and Xiao's words soothed him, "Oh," he mimicked what the Adeptus said to him a few weeks ago. So the situation was much more complex than it seemed.

Venti chided himself for not thinking about it, for simply assuming that Xiao hated him. It had seemed like it, but Venti should have known better. He looked to Xiao, his eyes loving though sad. He wanted to hold him, to wrap himself up with the other as they had so many times before. He was so desperate and he missed Xiao so much he didn't know how to deal with it, he couldn't even imagine how awful Xiao must have felt.

To have been abandoned by the only person who has shown you love, who you have been vulnerable with. He instinctively reached a hand to rest on top of Xiao's, looking away, "What can I do? How do I fix this?" he was no longer worried that Xiao wanted nothing to do with him, and he knew no matter how many times he tried to tell Xiao that he was making a mistake, there was no way he could change his mind. So instead he decided he would try to make things better, even if he was exhausted, even if he was scared. He couldn't let things stay as they were, it was devastating for both of them.

The touch, however small, felt overwhelming to Xiao. He opened his hand to intertwine their fingers tentatively. It felt like peace had washed over him, to have the bard in his hands once more, the feeling of his soft palm felt the same as it had centuries ago. The Adeptus blinked away some of the tears that were falling across his cheeks. He could sense in Venti's actions and words that the god now was beginning to understand how he felt.

Xiao knew he was not good with words, expressing himself. But if anyone would be able to see through him it would be the bard. "I don't know," Xiao admitted softly. Truthfully, he had not thought the conversation would get this far, he had imagined largely silence, not reconciliation. His hand gripped onto Venti's more tightly this time, "I wish I knew."

Venti squeezed Xiao's hand comfortingly, taking a deep breath before saying the words that filled him entirely with fear, "Tell me this, Alatus..." another deep breath and he was clutching to Xiao's hand now for security, "Do you want me or do you want closure?" He could feel more tears falling down his own cheeks. Either answer would be hard to deal with, and perhaps if Xiao simply wanted closure that would be easier, then he could move on with his life, but if he wanted Venti in the way that he had before that would be even more confusing. They were both clueless, both lost and scared. They knew nothing of love or care or comfort, only what they had given each other in the past. Venti hoped that Xiao didn't want to be with him for the reasons he had said before, but he couldn't shake the thought. He sat, holding his breath and clinging to Xiao, waiting for his answer.

"I want you, Barbatos," Xiao said solidly, the words certain in his mind and soul as soon as he said them, "I want you when you are in pain, when you are struggling, I want you when you are smiling and happy. I want all of you." Xiao let the tears and words flow without concern, centuries of emotions and need finally hitting their breaking point, "I want you when I am feeling good, feeling terrible, when I’m afraid and worried all I want is you. I want to be there for you every morning and every night and it hurts to know this," Xiao paused to catch his breath, sniffling as more tears fell.

He realized now that perhaps this was the longest he had spoken at once since Venti's disappearance, "It hurts to know for so many years that I was missing my other half, to think you never cared for me the way I cared for you. I thought, I convinced myself for decades, that I was a meaningless fling. But I wasn't and I don't know where to go from here."

Venti felt his heart break, he wanted, too, everything that Xiao did. He turned towards the other, stumbling a bit before pulling Xiao close so his head rested against the bard's chest. He let his eyes flutter shut, kissing Xiao's forehead softly before he pet his hair with one hand and rubbed his back soothingly with the other. He missed this so much, even though it hadn't felt all that long for him he could tell Xiao wasn't used to it anymore.

That revelation broke his heart but still, though, he noticed the way the Adeptus melted in his arms after a moment, bringing him a tiny bit of comfort. He didn't know what to think about any of this, he just knew he was terrified. But he decided that for now he would do all he could to soothe Xiao and bring him comfort. He hummed quietly, knowing it would help the Adeptus calm down, and he was desperate to do anything he could. He paused for a moment and pulled away before taking off his cape and wrapping it around Xiao's shoulders, pulling him into his lap and cradling him.

He wanted to whisper soothing words of comfort and reassurance, but saying 'I love you' felt inappropriate yet, 'you're okay' and 'everything will be okay' felt insincere. So he continued to hum softly, hoping that he could express his feelings through his actions.

Xiao stiffened at the touch, at the kiss. It had been so long since someone had been gentle in this way with him, and it was frightening. Scary as it was, it felt natural, it felt like coming home. Xiao let his arms come to wrap around the god's waist, pulling himself closer as he cried. Centuries of heartbreak were overflowing out of the Adeptus and he clung to Venti as though Xiao was the only stopping Venti from disappearing once more.

As Xiao felt the cloak wrap around him, he was struck with the sudden fear of this situation, the fear of getting too close to Venti once more. He understood now why the bard had left, but Xiao wasn't sure if he could take being abandoned once more. A silent sob tore through the Adeptus' throat, "I waited for you every weekend at the inn with wine and music. For years. I never stepped foot in Mondstadt after. I couldn't go to Luhua pool or Dihua marsh without being haunted by your memory. I-" he stopped himself, slowing his own breathing, "I’m sorry. You don't need to hear this.”

Venti's expression was pained and he felt grief in his heart, "No, Alatus, I want you to tell me," he pulled him closer, "I never wanted to abandon you-I wish there was an easier way for me to do what I had to do, but still I cannot think of an easier choice, a better scenario." he sighed deeply.

"I want to know, and you deserve to tell me everything. You deserve to yell at me even, you deserve to hate me." He looked away from the man in his arms. He was struggling with coming to terms with the repercussions of what he did, it all felt shocking since it did not feel like an eternity for him as it did for Xiao. "You deserve to tell me what I did to you without feeling bad. And I don't have any hard feelings towards you for it. I’m blessed and thankful that you can even stand to be in my presence nonetheless want to be with me as we once were."

Xiao tightened his grip on Venti, letting the tears drop as he spoke. He spoke of long nights of confusion and sadness, he spoke of anger and rage, he spoke of centuries of willing himself to hate the god he now clung to, he spoke of everything from the last time they had been like this together in all of its brutal honesty. If there were to be any future between them, and he was still uncertain if there could be, Xiao knew he had to share the past.

And yet it still hurt, to feel Venti's sad gaze on him, to feel the tears fall from the other's eyes and onto Xiao's shoulder. For Xiao, these were stories he had to share, to tell Venti that he hadn't just felt bad for a few days, but had shouldered the burden of his anguish for centuries, to tell him that not a day passed where Xiao did not question what he had done to force the bard away. As he spoke, Xiao began wondering for himself why he clung to Venti still, why he needed this god in such an intrinsic and desperate way. Perhaps he would never know why the only time the Adeptus ever felt happiness was when gazing on his lover's smile.

Venti felt for a moment that he should leave, from Xiao's words he was uncertain if his presence was best for the other. All of his stories sounded to Venti like reasons he shouldn't be with the bard. But Xiao was right, it wasn't Venti's place to tell the Adeptus how he believed he felt, and he would let Xiao explain and do what he chose to without interfering. He tried not to cry, but tears fell down his cheeks without permission, only making him feel more guilty. Some sick and twisted part of him felt relieved that Xiao mourned his disappearance only because it proved he actually loved him, but Venti chastised that part of himself harshly. He did not say a word, just listened to the other, felt his pain and heartbreak.

The worst part was that there was nothing he could do. No words or actions could make up for what he had done, and it was up to Xiao on his own to forgive Venti, if he ever even did. Even holding him now felt like it was doing nothing for Xiao. Venti felt trapped, helpless, which was a feeling he had run from so many times before, but he couldn't now. He wanted to comfort Xiao desperately, wanted to take his pain and it was agonizing knowing there was nothing he could do. But still, he tried to, he rubbed the other's back and pressed gentle kisses to his head, even though he figured it was all for naught.

As Xiao finished talking, he felt his throat hoarse. Whether it was from hours of talking or from crying, he couldn't say. It felt bittersweet to finally say these things to Venti, to let his frustration and anguish out onto the person who caused so much of it. But with every moment he shared, more came to mind, beautiful, kind moments. Memories of their time before. Yes, Venti had hurt Xiao in ways he had not known he could be hurt. But Venti was also the only one to have ever seen the innate goodness and humanity in the yaksha, the only one to ever extend a hand while asking nothing in return.

Xiao sat up in Venti's lap to meet his gaze, "It still hurts, but I’m not angry anymore, at least not as angry. I know I should be but I’m not." Xiao tentatively let his hand brush away some of the bard's tears, as his own fell from his face from the touch, "Had you stayed or had you told me, it would have been worse."

Xiao, just as he had felt his torment from his past disappear under Venti's touch was feeling his anger dissipate too. No matter how painful the past centuries had been, and reliving those memories reminded Xiao of that pain, the god had his reasons, reasons that were based in trying to alleviate any potential distress for the Adeptus. They were reasons based in love.

Venti was relieved to see that Xiao seemed to truly understand his reasoning and his actions, but his words did little to alleviate the pain inside of him, mainly because it was self-inflicted. He flinched at Xiao's touch, not expecting such a gentle action, but he returned the gesture, brushing tears from Xiao's cheeks before cupping them softly. He allowed himself to gaze into the other's, studying the pain and loss they held. He tried to compose himself but he couldn't stop the tears that fell down his cheeks. He was devastated but holding Xiao in his arms was heartwarming. He really did not know where they would go from here, honestly it seemed like this conversation could very easily be their last, the thought causing Venti even more pain. He stayed as they were, boring into the Adeptus' eyes, not knowing what to say and not daring to bring the other any closer.

He tried not to blink as he met Venti's gaze. Xiao felt he had years to make up for of looking at the god. But the eyes he saw now were exhausted and pained, red and puffy from crying. Xiao chuckled softly knowing he likely looked the same. It felt in some ways that all that Xiao needed to say had been said, he did not want to belabor his painful memories, not when Venti was here in his arms once more. Not when he knew now why the god had done what he did.

It would take years for Xiao to really move past his pain, but there was no use in burdening the bard with it, not really. He was apologetic enough, and constant reminders of his disappearance would serve no good for either of them. It wasn't forgiveness but it was close. Shutting his eyes, the Adeptus leaned forward to press their foreheads together, as they had many times before. The contact made a few more tears fall from Xiao's face as he spoke softly, "Barbatos, I do not know where we go from here now.”

Venti's eyes widened when he heard Xiao's small laugh, and he lost his breath for a moment. That was something he thought he would never hear again. Venti looked down to where Xiao sat in his lap, too scared to look at the other again, "I don't want to lose you again...I don't want you to...hate me." he felt more tears fall onto their laps, and his hold on the other loosened, as if he were giving him a chance to run away. His breathing was shallow and silent, it felt as if he wasn't living for a moment.

"I’m scared...I’m scared too," he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, "I’m scared to get close to you again knowing I drove you to the point of hating me, or trying to hate me. I’m scared to reconcile things. I’m scared for us to be walking on eggshells around each other all the time. I’m scared...of commitment again...I’m just...so scared...of everything." he was crying harder now despite the fact that he was trying to stop it, which only made him panic and cry more, "every fear I thought I had before means absolutely nothing now, I’ve never been so scared of anything before." he was still trying to process everything. He felt confused, disoriented, and he didn't know how to handle his or Xiao's feelings properly yet.

He didn't pull away from Xiao, but he tensed, everything was hitting him at once, "We were naive, though I suppose young lovers are always naive when it comes to their first relationship...but this is different. I could never imagine myself with anyone else. I never imagined loving anyone romantically nonetheless tying myself to them, but with you it's so different. I want to be yours and I want you to myself. This isn't just some fling or a flimsy on-again off-again relationship to me I-" he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, "I don't know what I’m trying to say. I’m just scared of you, of myself, and of us."

Xiao’s arms came to wrap around Venti tightly as the other spoke, as he cried, rubbing small circles into his back. He strangely felt more at ease hearing Venti confess his concerns. For almost all their time together before, Venti had been an unwavering source of solid comfort and clarity. It was refreshing to see Venti unsure and scared about something finally, saddening as it was what it was about. Xiao hummed in response to Venti’s last comment, “I’m scared too. I’m terrified of this, of us, I always have been.”

Xiao let them both sit in the silence for a while, still holding onto the god softly, but firmly. He was at a loss of what he wanted to say, unsure of his own feelings in this moment. He just knew that being here, no matter how painful their discussion was, felt better than any night that the Adeptus had spent alone over the centuries. “You asked me once, years ago, if I believed in soulmates,” Xiao barely spoke above a whisper, “Of people so intrinsically bound together in the fabric of the universe that no matter the lifetime they would always find their way back to each other. You asked if we were soulmates. I said yes back then.”

Xiao paused, wanting to carefully frame what he said next. He wanted to tell Venti all that his heart felt, but did not want to ignore the pain of the past centuries that the god had caused, “I still say yes now.”  

When Xiao hesitated Venti let out another sob, already knowing the answer, or at least he thought he did. What Xiao said shocked him and he looked at the other, confused, eyebrows furrowed, "Are you sure? And even if you are...I’m sorry that you're stuck with me." he wasn't trying to be self-deprecating in the slightest, he just genuinely believed that. He didn't know how Xiao could still want him after all that he had done. He took another shaky breath.

The god had been repressing everything since the moment he woke up, and it was all coming back to him now. He leaned away from the other, panic rising in him yet again, "I don't know what to do. I ruined us. I broke your trust. I’m scared to try again. I don't even have the slightest idea what we're going to do, how can we fix things after this? How could I ever earn back your trust, it will be even harder to now...I’m just going to give you more reasons to hate me in the future, so please just leave me. I promise you this is a mistake. Just do it now, put me out of my misery, put both of us out of our misery."

He couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth, all of his deepest fears now seeming like reality, "I’m flighty, irresponsible, thoughtless, unreliable, unpredictable, Xiao, I’m anything but security, stability or home. I’m not what you want, not what you need...I don't even know what I am." He wanted to get out of this situation so badly, Xiao's presence was suffocating when they were talking like this. He couldn't breathe and he didn't know what to do. He wouldn't push Xiao away, but he curled in on himself, not letting himself feel the comfort of Xiao's hold. He didn't want them to part, he wanted more than anything to stay how they were, but he knew he didn't deserve it.

Xiao let his hands drop, releasing Venti. He could tell by the way the god was speaking that he needed space at this moment, despite everything inside the Adeptus urging him to hold Venti closer. He wanted to be the one from now until forever to take away the bard's fear, to be the source of comfort that he had promised to be centuries ago. But now was not the time for it.

So Xiao sat back out of Venti's lap and hugged his own knees as he spoke, "And I’m moody, stubborn, cold, distant, and demanding." Another small chuckle escaped his lips as he dug his head further into his arms, thinking to himself that they really were a pair. "I don't know what you can do or what I can do, because my trust was broken. It...it feels easier knowing why but there is still centuries of hurt from it that I cannot just pretend don't exist." It felt as though things were beginning to piece together, all the complicated feelings Xiao had felt, everything seemed to make sense as he spoke, "But I do know that anything involving you, in the past, now, in the future, it will never be a mistake for me. The feelings I held," he paused, "that I still hold for you are not going to disappear. They had centuries, and a significant effort of me trying to hate you, to go away and they didn't. I want you, no matter how hard or painful it may be, my life is far better with you than without you."

Xiao still forced his gaze away from Venti as he continued to speak, telling stories this time not of anguish and rage, but of love and hope, the memories of his time with the bard that had flooded his memory as he divulged the pain of the past centuries. Venti felt unlovable. So did Xiao. Perhaps they both were in some ways, but Xiao found himself even more determined now to repair what had been lost. He spoke of their first meeting, of the time Venti held him as he came to from his darkness, of seeing the morning sunlight kiss the bard’s skin, oof the overwhelming feeling of peace that Venti gave him, of his desire to protect and care for the god, of everything he loved about him. Tears fell from his face as he spoke, not out of sadness any longer, or mourning of what had passed, but by the tenuous hope of a future.

Venti couldn't stop crying, but he wasn't sure if it was from anger, pain, grief, or happiness. As he listened to Xiao speak he chided himself for making Xiao comfort him, but he realized after a while that Xiao wasn't comforting him, he was speaking from his heart, he was consoling both of them and reminding them why Xiao had really visited Venti that night, why they ended up together again after everything. His sobs reduced to silent tears as the memories flooded his head. Memories of when they were happy, when he was happy. Moments of intimacy and bliss, moments of comfort and safety. It almost hurt to remember, knowing that it was so far behind them and they faced such an uncertain future.

As Xiao spoke, he found himself more overwhelmed with his emotions than he thought he would have been. For so long he had repressed the positive memories of Venti, the love and adoration Xiao held for him was tossed aside in favor of fake vitriol and hatred. Reliving them though reminded the Adeptus of why he loved the weeping god beside him, why after all that happened, he still felt the urge to come to Mondstadt with a peace offering.

For better and for worse, Venti was like no other in Xiao’s mind. He was singular in his importance. Slowly, Xiao brought his stories to a close, waiting for Venti to say something. When he raised his head from his arms he noticed the bard had slumped forward towards him, head close to Xiao’s hip. Xiao felt himself stop breathing for a moment. Had Venti fallen asleep? He knew the god was more prone to mortal needs, accustomed to them now, but still. Had his words really been that unimportant?

Venti felt exhausted. It was so much, so many things were happening for him at once and he felt dizzy. He felt himself fall forward, exhaustion taking over, so he moved to rest his head close to Xiao, not closing his eyes yet but staring off into space tiredly. He still felt hollow but Xiao's presence made him feel warm, made him feel like maybe things would be okay. He didn't want Xiao to leave. He, too, wanted to fall asleep next to the Adeptus every night and wake up every morning in his arms. His body ached to fall asleep in the comfort of Xiao's presence but he wouldn't dare ask, he couldn't ask for anything. He couldn't move, he could barely think, all he could manage to whisper was a small, "I love you." there was so much he yearned to express, but those three words were all he could say in that moment, and that was another thing that he added to his list of things he hated about himself.

He was a bard, he wrote stories and poems and ballads all the time, but why, at the most important times, were words lost to him? Why couldn't he express himself? Why couldn't he say anything? He finally allowed his eyes to close, seeking refuge in Xiao's warmth, in his presence. He blinked his eyes open every so often, as if to remind Xiao that he was awake and not to leave yet. He didn't know what he wanted, but he would indulge in this moment, not knowing when he would see the Adeptus again.

And then Venti spoke those three words and Xiao’s whole world seemed to stop. Despite everything, despite the decision to leave him, despite all the guilt that Xiao had shouldered onto Venti, the god still loved him. Tentatively, Xiao let his hand drop to Venti’s shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I….” Xiao did not want to lie to Venti, not after everything he had admitted to tonight. But in that silence, Xiao felt the warmth and love of all the memories he had shared. “I love you too,” he whispered.

Venti sighed in relief, though he still couldn't bring himself to smile. He reached his hand to hold the one that rested on his shoulder. He needed to feel him even though it felt selfish, and any comfort Xiao offered to him Venti would be sure to return, "Xiao..." he spoke quietly, but his voice was shaky and scared, "Xiao...thank you for staying alive. You're stronger than you know." he breathed slowly, deeply, "When I sat alone, thinking about everything before I left...all I could think about was you. I knew I would lose you in one way or another..." he sniffled quietly, more tears falling over his nose and down his cheek, "But I really hoped that you would hate me because I would rather you despise me forever as long as you live."

Another sob came from him and he cursed himself internally for crying so much, "I was so scared that I would wake up...and you would be gone." he brought his knees to his chest, curling up even more, "I don't know what I would do if you did...I was so scared...so scared...I...as soon as I woke up I searched for you. And when I felt your presence in the wind I was so relieved I cried from happiness...but I didn't seek you out. And I blamed it on having to save Dvalin and Mondstadt, but it was mostly because I knew you wouldn't want to see me."

He sighed quietly, "But all that mattered to me in that moment was that you lived. I’m sorry it took me so long to approach you in person...I was a coward, I am a coward." he pulled Xiao's hand down to kiss his palm gently, "But thank you, for staying even without your anchor...I’m sorry I wasn't able to soothe and protect you. That's what I feel guilty for the most.”

Xiao had not considered at all what Venti may have thought, may have gone through when he awoke, in a new world with unfamiliar faces. It wouldn’t have been unreasonable to assume that Xiao had died, either having succumbed to his own internal darkness or passed in battle. The fear that Venti must have felt was one and the same that Xiao had felt losing the god for the first time. It was a deep feeling of emptiness and uncertainty.

But they were here now, alive and by each other’s side once more. For that, in spite of all the pain, Xiao could feel grateful. He let his hand intertwine with the bard with a gentle squeeze, “I’m sorry I could not keep you from corruption.” Xiao knew it was not something he could have saved the god from, it unfortunately sounded like an inevitability from the way he spoke. But still, even if he could have helped delay it or ease it, Xiao would have done anything. Xiao adjusted them both slightly, bringing Venti’s head into his lap now. It still felt strange to see Venti once more, to be able to reach out and touch him and know he was real. It was a feeling the Adeptus had missed and yearned after for so long, it felt wrong to have it now. 

Venti turned to look up at the Adeptus before wrapping his arms around his waist. He felt so comfortable-too comfortable, but he couldn't help but move closer, nuzzling his head against Xiao's stomach and tightening his hold, "That's nothing to apologize for; there was nothing you could do." He mumbled against Xiao, he doubted the other even understood what he said. He let his eyes close, focusing on Xiao's breathing, the warmth of his skin. He longed for this, even though it didn't feel like he was gone for long, the god felt that he hadn't been with Xiao in ages, probably partly due to the other's actions, words, and feelings, but he felt pain in his heart and he genuinely missed him.

Venti pulled away for a moment to gaze up at the other, taking in his features, studying them to see if they'd changed, "I’m sorry I put you through this. I never wanted you to be affected by it, it was not something I had to worry about before...maybe there was a better way to handle it...I don't know." He sat up to wrap his arms around Xiao's neck, burying his face against his shoulder, "Thank you for giving me another chance. Thank you for still loving me, even if it's not in the way you did before." he took a deep breath, "Xiao, I love you more with every minute that passes...I will always love you. Even if you do not feel the same. I will always be yours even if you don't want me."

It seemed in some respect that no time had passed. Venti felt the same in his arms, looked the same nestled in his lap. And yet Xiao knew that so much had changed. It felt different to hold the god now, it hurt. But Xiao still tightened his arms around Venti and let his face fall against his shoulder. The bard's words were painful but kind. It was as if he could see that Xiao still had some lingering hesitation, centuries of baggage that he would now be bringing into their relationship.

Xiao wondered when the day would come, if it ever would, that he could look at Venti and not think about his abandonment. Where he could simply remember the love and kindness, and not the anguish. It seemed doubtful that such a time would come to pass, but still. The Adeptus needed the god, in ways he never had needed anyone or anything before. "I’m still hurt and upset," he admitted quietly, pressing his face into Venti's hair, "But I still love you as deeply as I did centuries ago."

Venti nodded gently, "Thank you." he knew he didn't deserve Xiao's love, and he definitely didn't deserve his forgiveness, but if Xiao wanted to be with him then that was his choice and Venti would respect that. But as soon as Xiao said he didn't want this anymore, that he couldn't move past the pain Venti would go without a word. He snuggled closer, tightening his grip around Xiao even more, "When you want to see me again, come find me or call my name..." he wouldn't initiate their next meeting, and he didn't want to make Xiao stay any longer, if he wanted to leave he was free to go.

Venti was so scared to see the other again that he wasn't even sure if he would ever seek Xiao out, not only because he didn't want to move too fast for the Adeptus' sake but also for his own. What he said to Xiao was true, he feared commitment, and though he tied himself to Xiao and meant it, it would take him a while to be as close with him as he wished he could be.

"Venti I won't do that," Xiao responded firmly, more acid to it than he intended, "I can't anymore." Xiao had spent centuries hoping if he said the god's name loud enough that he would appear, so much time wasted on hopeless cries to the darkness, cries of pain and need. Even though he knew now that Venti was here and apologetic, the Adeptus was not sure if he would be able to call out his name once more.

He closed his eyes and held Venti closer as he spoke, willing his voice to be calm, willing the tears to hold back, "I spent ages calling for you to no response. If you want to see me, if you want to earn my trust back, please come find me yourself this time. I cannot keep chasing you like this." Xiao knew that his request may not be the most reasonable, to demand it of the god, but Xiao felt certain his words.

Venti drew in a breath, what Xiao was saying made sense. He would have to put aside his fears for their relationship, for Xiao. He sighed quietly, "I...I will." he was scared, terrified even. He tried to think of what to do, what to say, when to see him, what it would be like. He felt a headache coming on from all of his worrying.

The god let out another breath, "I don't..." he stopped himself, confused and scared, not wanting to say anything at all, "I don't want to burden you, or come at the wrong time, or say and do the wrong things...I know these thoughts seem fatuous, but I want to make things up to you, I want to earn back your trust...I want to comfort and reassure you...and quite honestly I’m terrified..."

Xiao could feel the tension he had been holding let go at Venti's words. They both seemed hurt, but willing to build things back to the way they were before. It made the Adeptus hopeful, however naively so, that maybe they could work, maybe they weren't a pair destined for pain and tragedy. "Please let me worry about my own feelings. I want to trust you again and I promise to work to see the good in everything you do. I do want this to work." Xiao could feel some tears falling down his face as he spoke into Venti's neck. It was strange, to let himself be open and vulnerable once more with the god who had hurt him. But it also felt easy. Xiao could feel that he was making the right decision.

Venti pulled away, taking Xiao's face into his hands and resting his forehead against the Adeptus', brushing his tears away with his thumbs. "Okay...I will let you figure out your feelings on your own. And I will work to comfort you and reassure you..." he softly, hesitantly placed a gentle kiss to Xiao's nose before resting his forehead against the other's again. "but we do need to figure out what to do if this happens again...it won't happen soon, at least I hope not...but please try to think about it," Venti pulled back to look into Xiao's eyes, his own grim for a moment.

"I...still don't know what to do. I cannot leave you again, but I cannot let you interfere." he furrowed his eyebrows in thought, "So, Xiao, I am asking for you to think about it, and figure out your feelings so we can talk about it. I don't even want to bring it up but...things seem to be very...unsettling now...I’m nervous." he blinked a few times before trying to relax his expression, "I really hope we will be okay...if you still believe we are soulmates then why wouldn't we work out?" He tilted his head to the side, "I also believe we are soulmates...by the way." he blushed a bit, quickly averting his gaze to try to hide it.

Xiao flushed slightly at the contact, the feeling of Venti's lips. His mind settled though in the other's words, of a darker possibility of their future. He wanted to ask Venti not to go, to never leave him again. But he also knew that he could not demand as much. If the god succumbed to darkness once more, his absence was an inevitability. Xiao closed his eyes as he replied, "I will think it through, I cannot give you an answer now." he opened his eyes to meet Venti's gaze, which seemed to be lighter, more at peace than it had before.

It looked more like the eyes the Adeptus had found himself lost in years ago. At Venti's comment, at his blush, Xiao smiled softly. He still was not sure how things would fare between them in the long run, but selfishly he was glad to see the bard flustered. Xiao leaned forward hesitantly, pressing a soft kiss to the god's cheek, "I believe in our stubbornness to find a way to make this work."

Venti's eyes widened in surprise and he almost leaned into the affectionate gesture. Xiao's words stirred hope inside of him and for the first time that night he smiled, although it was small, "I am appreciative of your stubbornness...and it's one of the things I find so charming about you...and frustrating," he teased, although he feared it sounded humorless. He rested his head against Xiao's shoulder again, "I’m sorry...I want to say so many things but I’m at a loss for words and overwhelmed with emotions, which is pretty ironic, isn't it...I used to be able to fill any silence with nonsensical rambling, but now that the silence is painful and deafening I can say nothing."

He held Xiao close, speaking softly, "I wish I could express how much I love you and how sorry I am." he sniffled again, "I’m happy having you in my arms, but I’m sad knowing what I’ve put you through, and I feel...I don't know, like I’m indulging myself, or being selfish, for being here and holding you like this." despite his words he pulled Xiao closer, clinging to him as if he would disappear if he let go.

Xiao let Venti speak, just holding him as he did. For as much that the Adeptus had gone through, there still remained unresolved pain and conflict for the god. Just as Venti had let Xiao express all of his anger and sadness, Xiao too wanted to be a solid listener for Venti. He rubbed the other's back soothingly, speaking quietly, "I know there are no words, so you don't need to try to find them for my sake."

The way Venti talked of his regret and guilt, it rung all too familiar for the Adeptus. Burdened by his own past and his own regrets, Xiao knew in at least a small part, what Venti was feeling. He knew the hopeless feeling of anguish, the guilt that would creep up when least expected. These were feelings Xiao contended with every day, feelings with no answer, no solution. "And I feel selfish with you as well, I still feel guilty for allowing myself any happiness when I have caused so much torment in this world. But being here with you makes that easier."

Xiao made a point that Venti was all too aware of. The Adeptus still had yet to forgive himself for anything he'd done. Venti tightened his hold on Xiao, hugging him protectively, "You have a kind soul." He pulled back to cup Xiao's face gently, kissing his other cheek, "I know you are gentle and kind. You are loving and caring. I feel safe when I’m with you, I always have." he pressed a kiss to his forehead, "And I will do everything I can, I will stay by your side and remind you of how good you are until you believe it yourself." He kissed his nose again, "I believe that you will believe it eventually...and I will never stop trying." Venti leaned in so his nose brushed against the other's, not hinting at anything, he just wanted to be closer, "I will love you and show you all the good in yourself until you can see yourself even a fraction of the way I see you."

"Then let me do the same for you," Xiao was flushing bright red from all the affection, not used to it after so much time. He still wasn't sure if he had forgiven Venti for centuries of hurt. After all the Adeptus was not sure what forgiveness actually looked like, he had never forgiven himself. But he understood the god's reasoning, and to have him back, to see his smile, to feel his touch, that all felt far more important in this moment.

Xiao knew that perhaps he would never be able to love Venti in the way he once had, naively and foolishly. But the love, the complete adoration he held for the bard, was still there, if somewhat different. Xiao let his hands come to rest on Venti's shoulders as he leaned in to slightly to press their lips together for light, quick kiss.

Venti's eyes widened and he gasped against Xiao's lips softly before pulling away quickly, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks, "You...didn't have to do that." he raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. He was going to say that the Adeptus also didn't need to do for Venti what he would for Xiao but he knew his words wouldn't change Xiao's mind. He very well knew he wasn't deserving of the same treatment but Xiao was a caring and attentive lover, there was no way he could convince him not to.

So instead he looked to the ground nervously, trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks, "You don't have to be affectionate, I know it might be hard for you after so long, and I don't want you to feel obligated to move faster than you want to." he still wouldn't meet Xiao's gaze, "I think...I said once that yes we have thousands of years to make up for, but we have an eternity to make up for it..." Finally he let his gaze meet Xiao's, "So don't do anything you're not comfortable with, please be honest with me, and with yourself." Venti knew Xiao had told him to let him deal with his own emotions but he couldn't help but be worried. Even if it was annoying or frustrating, he needed to stress that he cared deeply about Xiao's feelings and the possible consequences of his actions, and would take things as slowly as Xiao needed, trying to respect his own feelings as well.

Xiao should have assumed such a response, and did not blame Venti at all for it. He himself was unsure why he kissed the god after all that transpired, why he still wanted to love him. But in a way, those felt like unchangeable facts for the Adeptus. Xiao nodded slowly at Venti's words, "I understand I don't have to." But he wanted to.

It felt wrong to want this, wrong to seek love in the arms of someone who abandoned him. Xiao thought he would have felt more uncomfortable around Venti, but after all was said that evening, Xiao found nothing left to be distant or angry about. The hurt was still there and would likely always be, but now he searched for the comfort and warmth that Venti embodied. Xiao let his head fall forward to meet Venti's shoulder, cheeks dusting pink as he held onto the bard tightly, "I wanted to," he said softly letting his eyes close, overwhelmed now by his feelings, overwhelmed by Barbatos.

Venti nodded, holding Xiao close. He wasn't sure what to say, so much had been revealed and there were so many emotions between the two of them and he wasn't sure how to process or deal with them. He did know, though, that he felt guilty, extremely guilty, in a way that he would most likely never forgive himself. He wanted at this point to focus all of his energy on comforting the other, of holding him as he mourned the time they lost, dealt with the feeling of being abandoned. He meant it when he said he would do anything he could to help the other.

"What can I do, Xiao?" he could feel his heartbeat quicken, "What can I do for you now? What will help you in this moment? Do you want to rest? I can sing you to sleep, or play the flute, we can go to the inn, or look at the stars, or take a walk..." He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, suddenly embarrassed of getting ahead of himself, "I’m sorry...just please, Xiao, tell me what I can do..."

Xiao had known Venti was honest in his assertion to do whatever it took to repair their broken trust, but it was different now to actually hear the panic in his voice as he tried to find a solution. Xiao wished he was able to hand an easy answer, a simple fix, but that was not possible. There was no solving it, only moving forward and building their relationship anew. He pulled away for a moment, letting a hand come to cup his cheek gently, "I don't want to sleep, when I wake up you'll..." He trailed off. Closing his eyes, the Adeptus took a steadying breath, "Just stay with me, let me hold you."

It was a simple, but innate desire. Xiao still felt that at any moment he would blink and realize that it was all a dream, that the god was still gone, and that he instead was sitting alone in Mondstadt, mourning his love. He needed to know Venti was here, that Venti would stay here in his arms. He needed even an ounce of security to tell him that a future would be possible.

Venti's expression softened, "Okay. I can do that." He pressed himself further into Xiao's embrace, making himself comfortable as another show of his commitment. He decided not to address that Xiao said he would leave when he woke up, it wasn't true but Venti knew his words would mean little to prove it. His words seemed fickle at this point, and he could tell that Xiao needed to see that he would make it up to him, see that he could make things right, see that he wouldn't abandon him again.

The bard sighed contentedly, feeling comfort and security in Xiao's arms. He felt that he should be the one holding the other. But he realized that Xiao felt safer, even if it was subconscious, having Venti in his arms. If Xiao was holding Venti he couldn't easily leave, so Venti made sure to cling to the other and show him that he had no desire to leave, "Tell me if you want to go somewhere more comfortable. I promise I won't leave. I have no duties to attend to as of now. I will stay with you until you have to go.”

Xiao adjusted so they were both sitting more comfortably, his arms tightly wrapped around the bard. “Thank you,” he whispered and kissed the top of Venti’s head before settling somewhat for the night. Xiao couldn’t sleep, not that he ever really could, save the one time with Venti. He was too nervous, too scared to let himself fully relax. It felt as though Venti would untangle himself from the Adeptus’ grasp and leave into the night without another word. He could sense Venti’s panic as well, the god of freedom was not one for staying still or committing, really. It meant so much then that he was staying, that Venti was letting himself be tied down even if just for a few hours. Venti’s breath against his skin stayed as a consistent reminder that it was real.

The night was spent in sad silence, Xiao longing to say something but after all he already spoke, no more words came to mind. He wanted to be able to tell Venti that all was forgiven, that all was okay, but Xiao could not bring himself to lie. When morning came, he spoke once more, “I need to go now.”

Venti's vision was fading, the shapes around him slowly becoming blurry and it was hard to make out the world around him. He laughed lightly, knowing Xiao would scold him for being careless if he knew. But Venti would do all that he could to avoid bringing the Adeptus into the situation, not wanting to put any stress onto him. He continued walking for a while, hoping that his wounds would magically disappear, but even as a god the blood wouldn't just fade from his clothes, and he was far too exhausted to even attempt to heal himself.

It was becoming harder to breathe and he could feel himself swaying slightly as he walked, stumbling until he fell onto the ground. He sat still for a moment, trying to ignore the pounding in his head, the ringing in his ears but it was too painful to tune it out. He tried to stand again but fell to the ground quickly, giving up and falling on his side, his face pressed against the ground. He let out a deep breath as he closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion take over. He wasn't sure why, but he whispered the name of the one he was trying to avoid.

Well, not exactly avoid, he was on his way to see him in the first place but changed his mind after being injured, not wanting Xiao to see him in such a state. He wasn't focused enough to scold himself or regret it, and as soon as he whispered the name the world around him faded as he gave into unconsciousness.

Time felt longer without Venti, each day without any sign from him an eternity. Some horrid part of Xiao’s mind let him believe for a moment that their relationship still meant nothing, that the god was as frivolous and flighty as ever. And then he heard his name in the wind, soft and desperate, but still there. Xiao wasted no time in following the sound, following the wind. Just as he thought he had lost the direction, his name came once more, more fragile and weak but still there.

When Xiao finally came upon the scene, his heart and mind stopped. Here was Venti, his love, bloodied and unconscious. Xiao was glad in some way that Venti had called for him, knowing that he could care for the other in any state. Tentatively, Xiao knelt, removing his shirt and creating a make-shift bandage of it. Slowly he wrapped the fabric around Venti’s middle, trying to stop the bleeding. Tears pricked at his face as he did this, the thought of losing Venti again, losing him permanently felt overwhelmingly sad.

So Xiao tightened his knot around the bard’s middle before bringing his hand up to the god’s cheek, slapping him awake roughly as he spoke, “Barbatos what happened?” Xiao cupped Venti’s cheeks desperately, tears falling down his face, "Please speak to me, please tell me you are alive.”

Venti's eyes blinked open and at first his expression was annoyed, but as soon as his gaze settled on the other he melted into a smile, "Xiao...what are you doing here?" he was confused and his mind was foggy, he forgot where he was altogether. He reached out for the other, wanting to bring him closer, but instantly pulled back in pain, giggling quietly remembering what had happened. "I wanted to see you...I was on my way. I’m sorry I couldn't make it."

Guilt rose in him; he thought he had waited only long enough for them both to have settled their emotions and process everything, no longer than a week. Still, he had been worried the whole time that Xiao might assume he forgot about him, and when he finally left to see him he wanted to get there as soon as possible, so he was much more reckless than usual. He turned so he was lying on his back, laughing softly, "Why did this have to happen? I just wanted to see you. I’m also sorry that I waited so long to come." he looked over to Xiao, his pout quickly turning into another smile, "Can we have our date at the inn instead of outside as I had planned?"

Xiao sighed loudly, his head dropping to the floor. His breath steadied with the realization that Venti was at least somewhat okay, and that he had wanted to see Xiao once more. His fears of being abandoned by the god again did not disappear, but they were eased with this new knowledge.

"You terrified me," he looked up to see Venti gazing back at him with a smile. It was strange but wonderful to be able to see the bard smile at him again, it made the Adeptus feel the love and warmth that he had missed for so long. Slowly Xiao reached over, letting his hand fall on top of Venti's.

"I thought you...." he trailed off, not wanting to admit to his fear of abandonment, knowing it would only distress Venti more, "and then I finally see you and you look like this," he nodded his head towards where the wound was still bloodying his shirt. "But yes, we can have a date anywhere."

Venti smiled cheekily, looking away from Xiao with an eyebrow raised, "Well I wasn't intending to look like this." he let his gaze fall on the other once more, "And I wanted to see you the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that." he sighed softly, "It feels scarily as it did before...it's too easy, loving you is like falling. I just want to be with you all the time and I can never get enough..."

He looked back to the sky through squinted eyes before letting them close, "As scared as I am it's like I just can't help it. I don't know what's wrong. I wanted to take things slower this time, scared that we had both gotten ahead of ourselves, but it hurts to wait, it doesn't feel right." he looked back to Xiao tiredly, "Okay if we go to the inn I can't go in your bed, actually now I’m scared I will get blood everywhere..." he looked away, deep in thought, "Maybe we should have our date outside after all." he nodded determinedly before closing his eyes once again, "Though the brightness makes it hard to take a nap..."

Xiao flushed slightly at Venti's words, at his smile. "It feels too easy for me as well, despite everything," he adjusted so that their hands were now intertwined, letting himself sit beside the god, needing to be closer. "Seeing you once more makes the time away even harder. We are not ones for doing what we think we should, so I don't know why it would change now."

Truthfully, Xiao did know what a normal relationship between them would even be. They were both far too removed from 'normal', as a god and Adeptus bearing too much history on their own and between them. "Besides, you wanted to take it slow but now are already trying to bed me? I don't understand" Xiao deadpanned, a poor attempt at a joke, only want to bring some sort of lightness back into their interactions with each other. After a pause, Xiao dropped Venti's hand to secure the shirt more tightly around Venti's waist, "Are you still in pain?”

Venti laughed loudly at Xiao's joke, quieting when he winced in pain, "Well...it's been...a couple hundred years? Truthfully I don't know how long it's been..." He became sidetracked, deep in thought. The amount of time he had been gone didn't truly matter, whether it was a hundred years or a million Xiao would still feel abandoned and hurt.

Venti brought himself back into the moment, finishing what he had to say, hoping not to worry Xiao too much, "well anyway, I miss you...all of you, in every way..." he opened his eyes to wink at Xiao, a small smirk on his face, visibly admiring every aspect of the Adeptus. He sighed again, "It hurts...but I’m sleepy more than anything."

It was hard to keep his eyes open, but truthfully he wanted to gaze at the Adeptus for as long as he could. He squeezed Xiao's hand gently as he felt his consciousness fading, "I miss you so much..." Venti's eyes fluttered shut again, and with his loss of awareness came his loss of a filter, "Want to look at you but...so sleepy..."

Xiao moved to lay down beside Venti, turning bright red as he did at the innuendo. He had opened the door to the joke, but it still made him flustered. As the bard's eyelids began to flutter shut, Xiao became more concerned, "Venti, is this sleepiness because you haven't rested or sleepiness from pain?" He brought hand up to hold Venti's face, hoping to keep the other awake. Venti's face was warm, warmer than it Xiao had remembered it before, feeling more like a fever now.

Xiao sat up, panic rising in his throat as he looked down at the god, almost asleep. He snapped his fingers in front of Venti's face, "Please stay awake for me, Barbatos, I need to get you medicine." slowly, careful not to jostle Venti too much in fear that the wound would hurt more, Xiao slipped his arms underneath Venti's neck and legs. He stood now with the bard in his arms, "Hold onto me."

Venti scowled at Xiao in his drowsiness, not wanting to wake up, "Sleepiness..." he responded though it wasn't an answer. He groaned quietly when he was picked up, but held onto Xiao as he was told, "No medicine, this is supposed to be a date." He whined against the other, tightening his hold, "to be honest, I was being reckless...I’m sorry."

Venti didn't feel like lying, even though not telling Xiao wasn't technically a lie, "I don't know how you do it...you fight things all the time...you've killed gods before, amazing." he spoke quietly, almost as if he were thinking out loud. The bard nuzzled his face against the other, closing his eyes again, "I’m really sorry that this happened and that you need to take care of me. It certainly wasn't how I wanted this to go..." he felt himself drifting off again, "I wanted things to be nice for you...you deserve nice things."

Xiao moved quickly back to the inn as soon felt that Venti was secure in his arms. The bard's words hurt somewhat, that despite being in what was surely immense pain, Venti was still more concerned with Xiao, prioritized the Adeptus. All Xiao wanted was to be able to take away any of the bard's pain, and he would not let Venti out of his sight until he was well again.

Xiao sighed slightly in response, "Venti, please just stay awake for me, for a little while longer, that would be a nice thing," he repeated the god's own words. The inn was suddenly in view now, soothing Xiao's panic somewhat. It would bring a lot of attention from the mortals at the inn for Xiao to walk in holding a bloodied bard from Mondstadt, shirtless, and demanding medicine and water. But truthfully, he could think of nothing else to do in that moment. He would suffer his own embarrassment for the sake of ensuring Venti's safety.

Venti nodded slowly, "Fine I will stay awake for you, my love." although he agreed he found it very hard to, having to snap himself out of falling asleep many times. He felt embarrassed to be in such a situation, to let something like this get in the way of spending time with Xiao. Although Xiao taking care of him was technically spending time together, it wasn't in the way that he wanted, "I don't want you to have to take care of me...I’m sorry."

The bard tried to reach up to cup the other's face but his hand fell back against himself, "I promise next time will be more special, I'll do something nice..." he was already thinking of ways to surprise the other, and focused on that to keep himself awake, as trying as it was. "Xiao...thank you. I’m sorry." he wasn't sure why he was apologizing but he couldn't stop, it was obvious though that he was apologizing for many things, needing desperately for Xiao to know he felt bad and would try to make things right.

Xiao leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Venti's forehead, "Stop talking and conserve your energy to heal yourself." he could tell by the way that the bard was speaking that it was far more than just one ruined date. But Xiao's mind was too filled with concern for his well-being to want to hash out once more the pain and apologies.

He tried, and failed, to not be noticed by the patrons of the inn. Thankfully, though, Verr Goldet did not question Xiao's requests and let the Adeptus into a spare room with some bandages, water, a washrag, and some medicine. Softly, Xiao knelt by the bed to lay Venti down on the plush mattress. He indulged for a moment to admire how beautiful the god was. It was only a moment, though, before Xiao untied his shirt from Venti and began to undo the other's buttons. "Please tell me if I hurt you, Venti."

Venti grinned at the other, "You were saying I was moving fast yet you're already taking my clothes off," he smirked as he watched Xiao blush, "I will tell you if it hurts." he nodded assuredly. It warmed his heart that Xiao was being so gentle and caring with him, and he knew he couldn't argue his way out of it anymore, not that he would anyway, he wasn't dumb enough to decline help when he really needed it.

The archon relaxed his head against the pillows for a moment before trying to sit up quickly, "Xiao! What are you doing?!" he looked down at his wound and the blankets underneath him, "I’m going to get blood everywhere just as I said! You aren't thinking...what if you get in trouble for this? I hope you don't...Xiao I told you not to do this." although he was scolding Xiao there was no harshness to his tone. He sighed deeply, shaking his head, "You don't listen..."

Xiao placed a hand to Venti's chest to force the god to lay back down, disregarding his worries, "I will repay the inn for their sheets. You are more important than some mere stains." It was so easy to say those words, so easy to know that despite everything Venti was the most important thing in the Adeptus' life. Xiao knelt by the bedside as he peeled Venti's shirt away from the wound, examining it as he did.

It was a large gash, thankfully not as deep as Xiao had thought, but still concerning. He took the slightly damp washcloth and gently began cleaning the dried blood. His eyes darted up at every touch to check for winces of pain. Once he was properly cleaned, Xiao wrapped the real bandage around his waist, tight enough to stop the bleeding, but not so tight it would cause more pain. "How do you feel?" Xiao checked in with the bard, unable to read the expression on his face.

Venti blinked a few times tiredly, "It still hurts..." he reached his hand out to brush through Xiao's hair, "But it feels much better...thank you." all of a sudden he winced in pain, pulling Xiao closer, "Xiao...heh...help.....I need..." he waited a moment for dramatic effect, "I need you...closer..." he didn't give up the act though his words showed it was just that, and aside from being nonsensical from the pain he was fine.

"Need you...to hold me," he winced again dramatically, trying not to laugh, "...Or I will die." he met Xiao's gaze, eyes tired but he reached out to him, "Please...I need you," he placed a hand on Xiao's shoulder to try to pull him even closer, "This is the only way you can save me..." he finally let his eyes close and his hand fall from its place on Xiao's shoulder, relaxing his breathing and waiting to feel the bed dip next to him indicating that Xiao had joined him.

Xiao felt himself relax knowing that at least Venti was still conscious and seemed to be in less pain. A small smile came to his face at Venti's dramatics, so the bard was feeling better enough to joke. Xiao let himself get pulled in closer, raising an eyebrow at Venti's 'solution'. As much as he wanted to slip into bed right then and there and hold the god tightly, there was still a few more things left to be done. Xiao kissed Venti's forehead to placate his drama for a moment before leaving the bedside and grabbing the water, medicine, and another damp cloth.

Xiao tucked his arm underneath Venti's back to help the other sit up, "Take this medicine first and then I’ll hold you," Xiao bargained. He held the water and the medicine out for Venti, waiting until he had drank most of the water before laying the bard back down. He placed the damp cloth across Venti's forehead to help with the fever, helping too hopefully with some of his nonsense. Nevertheless, Xiao made his way into the bed beside Venti, settling into the plush of the pillows.

Venti groaned again at having to sit up but didn't argue. When they were finally lying down together he tried to turn towards Xiao, only to find it hurt too much to. He sighed sadly but intertwined one hand with Xiao's, bringing the Adeptus' other hand to his own hair. He wasn't normally one to ask for affection, but he knew the feeling of Xiao's hand in his hair would help distract him from his throbbing headache.

"Xiao..." he sighed contentedly, trying to scoot closer. He reached his hand down to feel the bed, wanting to assess how much damage was done, "I can pay for the bloody blankets. It's my fault, so it's my responsibility." he leaned his face closer to Xiao's, "I don't want to put any more stress onto you..." he turned even more so his nose brushed Xiao's and he brought a hand to cup his face, "You're too good to me, I’m sorry for all of this. I promise I will make it up to you." he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Xiao's.

Xiao let his fingers run through Venti’s hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft locks. “I brought you back here,” he noticed Venti’s movement and the pain that came with it and moved himself closer to the bard, “Let me.” Xiao’s eyes closed as he felt himself relax under Venti’s touch. “I know you are sorry, I do.” Venti could feel in every word and every glance the guilt the god felt. “I do not need you to keep apologizing to me, Venti, just…” he trailed off, wanting to find the right words, “Just please don’t leave me again.” He opened his eyes to bring his own hand to cover over Venti’s, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips for a kiss.

Venti nodded, "Never again...I’m sorry, I mean-I’m sorry for saying sorry." A smile came to his lips, "Fine I will stop now." he leaned closer to kiss Xiao's cheek, "I miss you so much." he sighed against him, "I wish it never happened...the last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you..." he kissed the other's jaw gently, "To be completely honest...I thought maybe you would find someone better, and would have moved on by the time I came back."

He curled in on himself slightly, pulling Xiao closer at the same time, scared of how the Adeptus would respond, "I thought maybe if you were with me you would realize it wasn't so scary and would find someone else..." he moved his face away from Xiao's to look down at their hands, "As much as it hurt, I wished for it...because I didn't want you to be alone...but I think a part of me always knew you wouldn't want to be with someone else."

Xiao sighed softly at Venti’s kisses, overcome at that point with home much he had missed the sweet gentle touches over the years. “I know you didn’t mean to,” Xiao reminded gently. It felt easier than their previous night together, to think about and talk about the pain of centuries gone.

He adjusted their position so one pillow was shared between them, wanting to make sure Venti was as comfortable as possible. “And I had thought of it of trying to find someone else in your place,” he admitted, “but I could not stand the thought of being with a mortal, to let myself open up and lose them too.”

It had been a fleeting thought, never someone the Adeptus ever actually acted on, but he felt as though he would be lying if he did not mention it. Xiao squeezed Venti’s hand reassuringly and kissed the god’s nose, “Besides you have been and will always be it for me. Now please sleep for me, you need to heal yourself.”

At first, Venti's eyebrows furrowed and he pouted, huffing quietly. Just the thought of Xiao with anyone else made him feel nauseous and angry, but at Xiao's last words he relaxed, making light of the situation so it wasn't so serious, "Was there anyone in particular? Were they pretty? Did you find them attractive?" He continued mumbling tiredly, feeling himself slowly succumb to exhaustion, "I can say that ever since we fell in love I haven't had eyes for anyone else..." he kissed Xiao's lips gently, exhaustion and pain clouding his judgement.

If he were any more conscious he wouldn't have dared to. He sighed quietly, his breathing slowing, "I love you Xiao...I want you all to myself...and I give you all of myself." he leaned forward to kiss him again, just barely missing his lips, "Even if you lose me, I’ll always be yours...does that make sense?" He let his face rest close to the other's, "I will sleep, but only for you."

Xiao was glad in this moment for all of Venti’s lightheartedness, that he could speak of having tried to imagine himself with someone else and knew that Venti would not think it was serious. “Yes I found this very beautiful bard in the marsh that played the most wonderful music,” he teased quietly, sensing now that Venti was on the brink of falling asleep.

At the lazy kisses, Xiao turned bright red. He had some fear from their last evening in Mondstadt that perhaps Venti loved him but didn’t love him in that way anymore. Those fears were quickly put aside now. He brought their lips together one final time, firmly but sweetly, “It does make sense. Now sleep and heal.” He brought his hand to return to Venti’s hair, combing through it as the other slept at his side. By the time morning came, Xiao noted how short it felt, time passing quicker when they were together and comfortable with each other. Whereas the week before the night has been silent and painful this had been kind and peaceful.

Venti woke up peacefully, instantly taking in his surroundings and somewhat startled that he wasn't alone, but as soon as he turned to see Xiao next to him he relaxed, settling closer to him, "Good morning." He gazed at the other lovingly, now able to turn towards Xiao more, "Why are we in bed together?" He was confused, definitely, but as soon as he looked down to see the blood and bandages on him the previous night came back to him, "Oh...well I’m still glad we are in bed together." he smiled smugly before nestling closer to the other, "Thank you for taking care of me, I feel much better."

He looked into Xiao's eyes somewhat shyly, having not been this close with him in a while, he couldn't help how his gaze landed on Xiao's lips but be quickly returned to looking into the other's eyes, "I’m sorry about the mess...and the date..." he leaned in closer so their noses brushed together, "I want to make it up to you. But I’m too tired now to think of how to right now." He pouted before relaxing further, the feeling of being so close to Xiao was soothing and he couldn't remember the last time he had been so comfortable.

When Venti woke, Xiao couldn't help but find himself picturing this moment every morning for the rest of their existences. The thought was sweet, but rife with concern because they were the exact same thoughts the Adeptus had their first time, only to be left broken by it. He tried to push those thoughts aside for the time being, focusing on the fact that Venti was here now, and wanted to make things right between them.

As the god came closer, Xiao could feel his face flush and pulse quicken. After all this, Venti still flustered Xiao immensely. It was a feeling Xiao knew he would never get enough of. "No need to apologize, I’m only glad that you are feeling better. Please don't push yourself like this again, but if you do," Xiao paused with soft chuckle to his voice, "Please call for me far before you pass out." His hand came to cup Venti's cheek, caressing it as the bard pouted. It was a fleeting thought, that Xiao wanted to wipe the frown from his face, but thought turned to action before Xiao could stop himself and he pressed their lips together in a slow, languid kiss.

Venti gasped at the kiss, still drowsy from sleepiness, "Xiao..." he mumbled against the other's lips before sighing into the kiss, bringing his hands to cup Xiao's neck, unable to wrap his arms around him completely. He continued their kiss, losing himself in the other, not wanting it to end. He only pulled away after a moment, taking in the sight of the other, looking as though he were admiring a painting. Everything about Xiao was ethereal and Venti wished to commit it all to memory. He brought a hand up to Xiao's hair and the other to hold his jaw gently, his gaze falling to his lips before locking eyes with the other once again.

And as he had many times before, became lost in Xiao's eyes, his own widening as he remembered all of the memories they'd shared together. For a moment, they didn't seem so far away, it felt as if they had just confessed the day before. And as soon as all of the emotions he felt on that day came rushing to him, the realization that it was merely a distant memory, not only that but one he had lost hit him at once. He tried to hold back the tears, realizing that he shouldn't succumb to the anguish that what they once had was lost, but focus on what they had and were building now. He leaned in to kiss Xiao slowly, deeply, but nonetheless gentle and sweet, "I love you."

Xiao had forgotten, really, how wonderful it was to kiss Venti, how soft and plush his lips were, and how desperately Xiao needed the closeness. He kept it slow and gentle, Venti's still hurt side and Xiao's still hurt heart both there. When Venti pulled away, Xiao followed, wanting to keep the feeling. What he found, though, felt much more satisfying. It was the first time in so long that Xiao felt he could look someone in the eyes and see love, unadulterated, untainted love.

Venti's eyes were bright once more as they had been, shining in Xiao's memories. The hope of a future between them began to feel sold, to feel real. And then he noticed the darkness overtaking the god, the feelings he knew far too well in himself of overwhelming grief and regret. Xiao kissed Venti back, trying through his touch to show the bard how much he still loved him, in spite of the hurt. The Adeptus pulled away, whispering as he did, "I love you too." he let himself gaze on Venti once more, hoping to find that brightness, the joy. It was not there anymore, but Xiao understood and could not blame him. He pressed their lips together quickly before moving to stand up, "I should change your bandages."

Venti frowned and tried to follow Xiao, reaching out and pulling on his arm, "Not yet...want to stay close." He knew that Xiao needed to, but he was desperate for the closeness. He whined while Xiao took care of his wound, complaining that it wasn't that important and that having him close was far more important. When he was finally done he pulled him down for another kiss, much gentler than before, bordering on playful. The mood was too dark, too intense, he needed to feel the gentleness they held for each other, Xiao had shown up to that point that although he suffered tremendously at the hands of the god he was still accepting and desiring of his love. So he would do everything he could to show the Adeptus that his trust and hope was not misplaced. He wanted to bring him happiness, and freedom, he wanted to bring him comfort and love.

There was so much darkness between the both of them that it was hard to focus on simply being in each other's presence. But Venti knew that dwelling on the hurt and the trauma wouldn't allow them to move forward, and Xiao had made it clear that it was Venti's responsibility to guide them forward and to make up for his mistakes while not pretending as if the past doesn't exist. He pulled Xiao close, whispering against his lips, "I meant it when I said missed everything about you." he pulled away to look into his eyes adoringly, "Your presence soothes me, Xiao. You have always made me so happy...I will do all that I can to make you happy as well."

As Xiao tended to Venti's wound, he couldn't help but shake his head at the god's petulance and dramatics. It was both so unbefitting of a god, but something Xiao absolutely adored about him. Xiao struggled to make light of anything, considering too much the lasting implications of every action, overthinking whether it would cause harm. Venti, careless though he was, let himself just be, and Xiao envied and loved him for it all at once. As he finished bandaging, he dropped a brief kiss to the bandage, teasing Venti that he would kiss it better. The question of their future together lingered in the air still, as Xiao assumed it would for many years to come. And yet it was also certain that both he and Venti were actively working to capture the lighthearted naive love they felt so long ago.

So Xiao let himself get pulled into Venti's arms, careful not to touch anywhere near the injury, as their lips slotted together in gentleness. "Barbatos, you do not need to try to make me happy, you do that already." Trust was an entirely different story, but in terms of sheer happiness, Xiao was certain that Venti was the only one to ever bring those feelings out in him. The Adeptus kissed the bard again, his hand coming to cup the back of his head, holding Venti close to him. Regrettably, Xiao pulled away, already missing the feeling of Venti's lips on his, "I do need to start my day sometime soon. How are you feeling? Are you still hurt?"

Venti's eyes widened and he smiled softly at Xiao's words. The Adeptus' next words, however brought another frown to Venti's face, "But- I need you close to heal." He tried to pull Xiao closer before feeling guilty that he had had to care for him so much and let go, "But I know you need to go..." he felt weird about the sudden tension in the room, it was the last thing he wanted Xiao to experience before he parted.

So, as a mischievous idea came to mind Venti looked up at Xiao innocently, "I think I am still too hurt to return to Mondstadt just yet...can I stay here again?" his eyes looked hopeful and he brought a hand to hold his waist, as if to show he was still hurt, "you don't have to even stay with me. That's not why I’m asking. I do genuinely think I am too hurt to walk anywhere..." He was sure Xiao could see through his lie but he wanted it to be known that Xiao wasn't obligated to spend another night with him, "I mean it, you can stay wherever you want and I will stay here alone. Just knowing you're close to me at all makes me feel better."

He smiled at the other warmly. Venti wanted Xiao to know that he genuinely craved his presence and love, and he feared the Adeptus would be worried that Venti took a week to reach out because he had forgotten or because it wasn't important to him. He knew that was how Xiao felt in the way he spoke and clung to him, so he wanted to make an effort to show that he wanted to spend time with the other, not just because he got hurt and needed care, but because he enjoyed his company and affection. In a more serious tone he added, "I don't want to be gone when you come home..." Venti hoped Xiao would pick up on the implication of what he meant. He wanted Xiao to know he was caring and aware of the effects his disappearance had on Xiao, and would reassure him even in small situations such as this.

Xiao found himself glad that Venti wanted him to stay, having been worried for a moment that maybe all the god needed really was just someone to patch up his wounds. The look in his eyes, though, as he asked the Adeptus to come back told Xiao that he was needed in other ways. Just as Xiao was certain in his need to be by Venti's side, the reverse was true. At Venti's suggestion, Xiao found himself smiling lightly, leaning down to press their lips together as a confirmation, "Please stay, and I will be home as soon as I can." The real meaning of the god's words was not lost on Xiao, and he felt warmed by his commitment to staying, to making it work. Before leaving for the day, Xiao was sure to place water and some food in arm's reach from where the bard was cuddled on the bed.

The day thankfully was not long nor hard, only a few fights here and there. So Xiao was able to return back to the inn before the sun set. As he made his way back to the room, Xiao's stomach sunk. This felt all too familiar, coming to the room, hoping to see Venti there. It brought back years of disappointment and pain. His breathing became more staggered at the thought, at the panic. The Adeptus took a moment outside the door, worried what he would find, or wouldn't find on the other side. He sunk down to the floor, letting his head fall between his knees as he steadied his breath, trying to find the strength to know whether Venti had truly stayed.

Venti was growing more excited the later it became, sleeping throughout the day in an attempt to make time go by faster. It was getting close to evening when he could sense the other's presence, so he sat up, waiting for Xiao to walk through the door. When he didn't, at first, Venti thought that he had gotten caught up talking to someone, or getting food or wine, but more time passed and he grew worried.

Getting up slowly, he walked to the door, nervous as to why Xiao hadn't come in. Venti thought for a moment that Xiao had changed his mind, but those thoughts were easily brushed away when he remembered the Adeptus' words that morning. He opened the door slowly, about to look for Xiao when he noticed he noticed him curled up on the floor. Immediately, he knelt down to sit next to him, thinking about how to soothe him. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he feared he already knew.

Slowly, so as not to startle the other, he placed his hands on Xiao's shoulders, "Xiao...I’m here." he wrapped his arms around the Adeptus, resting his head against the other's, "I’m still here. I’m not leaving." he placed a gentle kiss to his head, moving closer to him, as if he were trying to show the other he was real.

Xiao could hear his pulse thumping in his head as his mind wandered to all the reasons that Venti would leave, the good reasons the god had for abandoning him. It was overwhelming and made it hard to do much of anything else but sit and let the panic overtake him. And then he could hear Venti's voice, soft but strong. He felt the arms holding him tight, a kiss of reassurance.

Xiao steadied, eyes coming back into focus, heart settling. "I’m sorry," he whispered out as his head dropped against the bard's shoulder, trying to remind himself once more that Venti was real and here. As Xiao's arms came to cling to Venti's back he tried to speak again, the panic dissipating but still present, "I thought you...I...I was worried that...and then...I’m sorry."

Venti reached a hand to comb through Xiao's hair gently, "I know, my love..." he pet his hair soothingly as he spoke, "You have no reason to apologize; I am the one who should apologize." he struggled to get closer still, wanting to cradle the other. "I am so sorry, Xiao." he tilted the Adeptus' chin up to look into his eyes, "I’m so sorry. I’m not leaving-not until you want me to." he kissed him lovingly, "I love you so much."

He kissed his nose, then cheeks and forehead before kissing his lips again, bringing his hands to rub his shoulders, "relax now; it's okay. I’m here. I’m not leaving, I promise." his heart ached seeing Xiao in this state because of him, but he understood why, and he would do everything he could to reassure him.

Xiao calmed at each word, each touch. He let Venti's promises wash over him, slowly feeling more assured that they were true. Once he found himself settled, Xiao untangled himself out of Venti's grasp and stood up, and reached his hand down for his love, "Let's go inside." he still felt shaky, but the panic had subsided and now all the Adeptus wanted was to spend time with the god, caring for him and holding him. When they entered the room, Xiao brought his hands up to kiss Venti, quickly but full of love, "How are you feeling? Are you still hurt?" his hand tentatively came to touch where the bandage still was tied.

Venti blushed at the kiss, looking down shyly, "I feel much much better. I had lots of sleep today. It doesn't hurt that much anymore." He intertwined his hand with Xiao's guiding him to the bed, “Though I’m sure only a few minutes with you will soothe all my pain." Venti brought Xiao's hand to his lips, kissing it softly. He reached a hand to cup his cheek gently before leaning to kiss his jaw lightly, "You do a lot for me, even without meaning to. Your presence is comforting and kind. You feel like home."

Xiao allowed himself to pulled down onto the bed, bringing his free hand to rest on Venti's hip, "I’m glad you feel better," he spoke in between the feather light kisses that sent shivers through his body. He flushed at the compliments, realizing that he would have readjust once again to being more comfortable receiving this kind of adoration from the god. "If you keep saying I’m your home, Mondstadt might start getting jealous," Xiao let his lips fall on Venti's red cheeks as he teased gently.

Venti giggled at Xiao's words, wrapping his arms around his neck, "Yes well...home doesn't always need to be a place." He raised an eyebrow at the other, "and have you not said I was your home before? Morax might get jealous." He smirked at Xiao teasingly, before kissing him again. It was too easy to fall back in to how things were before, and as much as Venti overthought and worried about everything when they were apart, as soon as they were together things felt natural, comfortable, which at times worried him more, "I’ve missed this, your kisses, your touch, you."

Xiao chuckled a bit at Venti's comment. It felt so easy now, now that Xiao let himself believe in the god's love and commitment even if just for the night. He still feared, at least somewhat, that he would lose Venti again, that all of this would disappear. But now all he could focus on really was the fact that they were here together. "I missed you too," he lavished a few kisses across Venti's jaw and neck, "So much, love, so much." he returned to look back up at Venti, letting himself be lost in the kindness and warmth of his eyes.

Venti smiled warmly at Xiao, brushing his fingers down Xiao's temple to hold his chin, "You're so gentle with me, so kind and caring." he studied the other's features again, "I feel special to be able to see this side of you." He pulled him closer to kiss him softly, "I will still remind you of your goodness until you believe it yourself-I haven't forgotten." he pulled away to look in Xiao's eyes earnestly.

"The memories we share are never forgotten to me. They are still dear to my heart, despite all of the darkness, they bring me comfort." he looked away, guilt present in his features, "I do hope we can make more memories together. I know the past—and the pain cannot be forgotten, and I don't in any way want to pretend that what happened didn't...but I wish we can heal ourselves and our relationship. I know you may never trust me completely, and I may never fully get over my fears, but I hope we can work despite the weaknesses between us."

Xiao closed his eyes shut tightly and shook his head, embarrassed by Venti's kindness. At the more serious switch, he let himself meet Venti's gaze, hand reaching up comb through his hair soothingly. He could tell that Venti was wracked with guilt, and as much as Xiao knew why, and understood that it was warranted, he still felt the urge to take the pain away.

"We're here now and I was worried," he paused, pressing a kiss to Venti's forehead as he pulled the god closer into his arms, "I was worried that last week was a fluke, that the anger and pain would overwhelm us both and..." Xiao trailed off for a moment, letting himself look at Venti with a small smile, "And I don't think it has. I believe that we will find our way." Xiao was firm in his words, wanting to be the anchor that he always had promised. The Adeptus leaned forward to kiss the god once more, gently and sweetly.

Venti smiled at Xiao's words, returning the kiss eagerly. He pulled him closer, wanting to familiarize himself with the Adeptus once again. He let his hands run over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin before trailing them back up to Xiao's neck. He tangled one hand in his hair and using the other to tilt his chin up, trailed kisses along his jaw and neck, returning the affectionate gesture, "I think we are too in love with each other to stay apart...even when things seem as though they shouldn't work out, we go against nature and make them...whether that is good or bad I’m not sure of...but nonetheless I feel that it is how we are." He whispered against his skin softly, "I can't imagine a future for myself where you are not in it."

Xiao shuddered under Venti's kisses, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. He forgot how wonderful it was to love and be loved. He wrapped his arms more firmly around the god, tracing small shapes across his back as he tried to bring him even closer.

At his words, Xiao felt the pang of bittersweetness. Maybe their parting was meant to be a signal to them to forget each other and move on. But then they were also brought back to lie in each other's arms. "Perhaps it is neither good nor bad, it just is," Xiao thought out loud, moving now so he could kiss Venti properly, only pulling away to whisper in agreement, "I do not want a future without you either, not anymore.”

Venti smiled lovingly before pulling Xiao into a deeper kiss. He had forgotten how it feels to be so mindlessly passionate, to simply get lost in affection, but he found himself lost once again in the other's kisses. He tried to pull Xiao closer, needy for the loving affection the other always provided. Xiao's affection was always laced with delicacy and carefulness, almost as if he were cautious of each of his actions, something Venti hoped he could ease at some point. He sighed happily against Xiao's lips before pulling away for air, "You're so good to me...you always make me feel safe and protected. I can only really relax and let my guard down when I’m with you." he looked into Xiao's eyes, a determined glint in his own, "You make many people feel safe, Xiao. You are not a weapon, you are a protector. You don't just kill, you save. You are kind and gentle at heart, I want you to know that."

Xiao forgot how easy it was to lose track of time and space when Venti's lips were on his, nothing else matter in that moment except for loving him. Even despite all the hurt, Xiao wanted Venti to know the depth of his love, his complete and utter adoration. His hand came to hold the back of the bard's head as he deepened their kiss for a moment before needing to pull away for air. As Venti spoke, Xiao's fingers raked through dark locks lovingly. It seemed so easy for Venti to speak so sweetly.

The Adeptus turned bright red at the compliments, genuine and beautiful as they were. "So long as you know that you are one of the most selfless beings I have ever encountered," Xiao met Venti's gaze with equal strength and kindness, "I know you see yourself as selfish but you are far too considerate and generous to ever be that way." he kissed the Archon softly once more before whispering against his lips, "You love so fully and completely I never know how to react."

Venti was caught off guard by Xiao's words, blinking in surprise, a faint blush spreading to his cheeks, "You flatter me, I never know how to react," he kissed him more passionately than before, pulling away once he ran out of breath, "And you think far too highly of me." holding either side of Xiao's face he pulled him closer, settling further beneath him, craving the security he felt with the other holding him down. As contradictory as it was for the god of freedom, having Xiao's weight on top of him brought Venti security and the way he held him protectively brought him comfort.

The god quickly returned to kissing the other, not wanting to pull away for a moment, and even after he did he moved to kissing Xiao's jaw and neck, sighing gently against his skin, not wanting to pause his affection, "It really is an honor...to see you like this. It means a lot to me that you can let your guard down enough to let me in."

Xiao allowed himself to be pulled on top of Venti, adjusting himself though so he wouldn't press on the wound. He trusted that Venti was indeed feeling better, but still wanted to be careful. He knew that Venti was an Archon, and realistically some wounds here and there were just a mark in the pain he must have endured before. Xiao enjoyed, though, treating Venti softly. Having thought for so long of himself only capable of violence and horror, to be able to hold and love the god gently felt wonderfully different.

Xiao hummed at the continued kisses and kindness from Venti, flushing at the way the sensation brought about memories of their time together before. As Xiao spoke next, he let himself return the favor, dropping small kisses and bites across Venti's neck, "It's only you that can bring this out in me. And I’m honored that it's only me who can do the same for you.”

Venti sighed contentedly, tangling his fingers in Xiao's hair and tilting his head back to give him easier access. It felt like so long since he'd had so much attention, and in a way it had been, but being under Xiao's touch now soothed all of the tension he hadn't realized he was carrying, finally feeling a sense of comfort and bliss he hadn't in so long. As Xiao had said before, he did feel selfish, being in the Adeptus' arms, being showered in affection and love. He tried to remind himself that it was just as comforting for the other, but pushing away the feeling was difficult so he tried to focus his attention on Xiao.

He tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him away from his neck to kiss him sweetly, teasing him with his tongue before pulling away to speak softly, "And I love bringing this out in you. I feel so special, to be able to be with you like this. Truly, to know that I’m the only one who you let yourself be...yourself with. I really am not deserving of it, no one is deserving of your devotional love. It's so...almost maddening; it's all consuming, and intense, yet gentle. I really can never get enough, and at times it's too much, too pure, too sweet, I couldn't dare believe I am worthy of it. But that is your character, you give all of yourself whether it is deserved or not. Every moment with you feels ephemeral, then as soon as we part I feel like it's been an eternity." He blushed a bit at his rambling, knowing he had gotten carried away.

Xiao smiled softly against Venti's lips, letting himself be tugged further into the kiss. It was intoxicating to feel Venti in his arms again, to know for certain now that they were together, here. As Venti let his kisses drop down the Adeptus' neck, Xiao shuddered at the feeling, his heart rate loud in his ears. Oh, he had forgotten how wonderful this was too. He knew he would never be able to get enough of Venti, even the eternity stretching out in front of them felt like too short, too brief. He wanted all of his existence to be consumed by the Archon's love. As Venti spoke, Xiao laughed quietly.

It was lovely to hear his rambling once more, no longer aches of silence of trying to find the right thing to say. Xiao lingered soft butterfly kisses across Venti's neck as he continued on. Being never one for long speeches or anything of the kind, the Adeptus wanted to show his love and adoration differently, through his gentleness. When he could sense, though, that Venti was becoming embarrassed by his own rambles, Xiao pushed up to kiss his forehead, gazing lovingly down at him. He whispered, "I adore hearing you speak," before pressing their lips together again in a more fierce and passion-driven kiss.

Venti sighed against Xiao's lips, returning the kiss as passionately as it had been given. This was a feeling he missed all too much. He tried to pull Xiao even closer, mindless to his injury at this point, only focusing on making the Adeptus melt under his touch. He deepened the kiss, in a way he hadn't in far too long. Tangling their tongues fervently, he wrapped one hand around Xiao's neck and the other tangled in his hair, pulling on it teasingly to admire Xiao in this state, cheeks flushed and lips swollen slightly from their kiss.

The bard could never admire Xiao enough, and he sighed at the sight, "You look so beautiful like this..." His gaze fell to the other's lips and he leaned in close, only to pull Xiao away when he tried to close the space between them. He giggled before licking his bottom lip lightly and pulling away again. His hold on Xiao was still firm, and he gazed up at him lustfully. As he had done earlier, he wanted to try to lighten the mood between them, knowing all too well that with every action their minds would drift back to the darkness. Venti wanted, at least for a moment, to make Xiao forget all of his pain and loss, and simply enjoy himself, "Why are you pouting, my love?" he furrowed his brows innocently, "Are you that desperate to kiss me?"

Xiao felt now the desire, no, the need to be closer. He could sense that Venti felt the same, but Xiao was far more wary of the other's injury, making sure to keep himself elevated off of him in fear of opening the wound once more. At the sensation of their tongues sliding together, Xiao felt his reason leave his mind. He let himself give over fully, an arm tucking underneath Venti's neck in an attempt to pull them even closer together. When Venti pulled away, Xiao followed, seeking the feeling again, only to be pushed away.

For a moment, Xiao panicked, wondering if he had hurt Venti, or worse, if Venti had realized he wanted none of this anymore. But when he heard Venti's words and saw the way his eyes were darkened with need and lust, Xiao felt more sure again. He tried to lean forward again, only to feel himself kept in place by the hands on his neck and hair. The Adeptus was about to protest before Venti spoke, teasing once more. Xiao looked down at the god, a small smirk on his face as he let his hand wander across his chest as he spoke, "Says the one who is injured but still desperate too."

Venti's eyes fluttered shut and he arched his back slightly at the other's touch, not quite used to it anymore. Xiao's smirk made him gasp quietly; seeing him with such confidence made Venti excited in a way he hadn't been in a while. He shuddered under his touch, losing his composure despite the cockiness he had shown previously, "Hmm...well..." he felt heat rising to his cheeks, "I...just shut up and kiss me," he pulled him close, embarrassed by how quickly Xiao had changed their dynamic and how easy it was for his own composure to crumble under the other's gaze. He chased Xiao's lips desperately, trying to pull him closer, frustrated that his wound was keeping them apart, "Please, closer...I don't care about that, I’m fine." he struggled against the other, trying desperately to close the space between them but with no success, "Please, Xiao..."

Xiao’s teasing fell apart instantly at Venti’s movement. It was clear how desperate they both were, both needing each other in every way possible, even after all this time. He only wanted now to be closer, to feel more.

Xiao fell to his side onto the bed, pulling Venti close as he did. He peppered kisses across all of the bard’s face, letting his hand fall against his back as he did. They were so close and yet it still didn’t feel like enough. He still was wary, though, considering the injury. “I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he whispered before his lips met the soft skin of Venti’s neck, lavishing in the feeling. The Adeptus wanted to show the god his love and lust, switching between gentle and passionate.

Soft moans and sighs escaped Venti as he shuddered under Xiao's touch, "I already said...I’m fine. Don't worry about that." he knew Xiao wouldn't agree with his carelessness but in that moment he could only care about being closer to the other. The familiar feeling of insatiable desire, of never feeling like they were close enough made him dizzy, pleasure having made him forget about his pain completely. He gripped Xiao tighter now, fighting to pull him closer more desperately than he had before, "I’m not delicate. I’m okay. This wound isn't that bad, I was exaggerating earlier so that I could stay," he spoke quickly in between gasps and sighs, already out of breath and they weren't even kissing each other.

He ran his hand down Xiao's chest slowly, stopping to pinch his nipple, quickly, teasingly, hoping to snap him out of his incessant worrying. Whether it worked was not apparent, but what was apparent was that Xiao looked even more broken than before, so Venti continued, desperate to hear more of the his sighs of pleasure, "You always sound so pretty for me," he pulled him into a deep kiss, once again teasing Xiao with his tongue, not fully giving in. He enjoyed teasing Xiao too much to give in so soon.

Xiao chuckled lightly against Venti's skin at the admission. He had figured that the Archon had been exaggerating his injuries, given the way he was currently writhing beside him. Xiao took every movement as a cue to move himself closer, until they were flush against each other, and to abuse the sensitive spots across the bard's neck that he had come to know so well years ago.

When Xiao had thought of their time together before, what he remembered the most was Venti's voice, soft and beautiful in its gasps and pleas. It only fit for a performer, but Xiao knew that this would be music that only he would have the privilege to hear. At the feeling of Venti's hand against his chest and the increased teasing, the Adeptus whimpered. He had missed this closeness so much. He could tell Venti was enjoying flustering and frustrating Xiao, and while the Adeptus didn't mind it, the need to be closer was overwhelming. Xiao let his hand trail down Venti's back, pulling the bard's leg up to rest on his hip before adjusting them both so Xiao was laying on his back with Venti on top of him. He pulled the other in for a proper, long, desperate kiss as he did.

Returning Xiao's kiss, Venti let his tongue slip inside the other's mouth, no longer teasing, just indulging both of them. He pressed himself against Xiao, forcing all of his weight onto him. Slowly, he intertwined their hands together before propping Xiao's arms against the pillow over his head, a small smirk coming to his lips, "This is amazing...you're so easy to let me take control over you," his eyes sparkled with excitement, "You would let me do anything to you. You trust me completely," he leaned down to nip at Xiao's neck lightly, "It must feel good for you to be able to give all of yourself to someone knowing they won't hurt you."

He kissed along Xiao's jaw before flicking his tongue over his lips, "And I want you to know that I feel the same. Never before have I been able to let someone get so close to me, but you make me feel what no one else has," Venti's fingers untangled from Xiao's to instead hold his wrists, placing the other's hands on his waist before slowly dragging them down to his hips, "I give you my everything willingly too, Xiao. I am yours, fully, completely. I belong to you, and I always will.”

Xiao matched all of Venti’s movements, his mind lost in the pleasure of the moment. His mind was all consumed by the thought of the Archon’s body, his words, his love. Xiao was so far lost in the feeling that he barely noticed that Venti had his hands held above him until the god spoke. Xiao flushed at Venti’s observation, knowing it to be true. He felt so comfortable and safe around the bard, knowing he would be cared for and loved unconditionally.

When his hands reached Venti’s hips, Xiao offered a small smile as he held on tighter, “I feel all the same for you, Venti. And yes,” he averted his gaze, not wanting to be looking at the god as he whispered, “I trust you to take whatever you desire from me. I adore and love you wholeheartedly.”

Venti felt warmth spread through him at the realization that Xiao did at least still trust him in some way. Smiling contentedly, he let go of Xiao's hands before moving his own to cup the other's cheeks and kiss him passionately. Opposite to Xiao's words, Venti wanted not to take anything from the Adeptus, but to give him his uninhibited love and adoration. He pulled his lips away from Xiao's, leaning back to admire him, sighing at the friction he accidentally caused. It was too easy for his gaze to drift to Xiao's furrowed eyebrows and his lips beautifully parted, expression full of lust and need.

Thankfully, he was able to resist the urge to lose himself in the other, giggling softly before kissing down his neck, focusing where Xiao seemed to be especially sensitive. He whispered soft words of praise against his lover's skin, gently kissing every inch of skin he could, taking his time to worship the Adeptus fully and truly. He moved slowly, painfully slow, though his intentions weren't to tease, he wanted to take as much time as he could to show Xiao how painfully, overwhelmingly blissful he made the god feel. And it was almost too easy to lose himself in this, in simply admiring and appreciating the other, enjoying the noises and reactions he could draw out from him. He wouldn't pull away until Xiao protested, wanting to memorize and appreciate every dip and curve of the Adeptus' form, quickly losing consciousness of anything but the soft skin beneath his touch.

Xiao’s heart soared at the way Venti was looking at him, the gentleness and sweetness of his gaze. The Adeptus felt wholly underserving of it, but knew better at this point to try and stop the Archon from loving him. Venti, for all the pain he caused, was the only one to have ever seen the true depths of Xiao’s darkness and loved him despite it.

As the god made his work across Xiao’s neck, he moaned softly from both Venti’s lips and the friction. All combined, it only strengthened his need to be closer, to love Barbatos more fully. Xiao wasn’t sure, really, how long Venti lavished on his neck, feeling both as though hours and mere seconds had passed. Eventually, though, Xiao’s desire to show the same love to Venti took over. He sat up carefully, the god still in his lap as he slotted their lips together in a deep and needy kiss, reaching forward to begin to unbutton the other’s shirt. His hands wandered over the newly available skin, enjoying the way the god’s body felt under his hands.

Venti sighed into the kiss, smiling against Xiao's lips for a moment before returning the kiss with as much passion as the other had. His fingers found their way into Xiao's hair and he pressed himself closer, moaning softly. Only when he was gasping for breath his lips left Xiao's, pulling away to rest his head against the other's, feeling a wave of sentimentality wash over him, "Xiao..." he panted softly, his eyes closed, "Right now, this moment...I never want it to end...I want to stay like this forever..." he couldn't help the tears that came to his eyes, but he quickly calmed himself, "Can we just pause time?" he slowly blinked his eyes open to look into Xiao's.

For a second he looked as if he wanted to say something, but instead he kissed Xiao in a way he never had before, it was both the most gentle and the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. Venti moved to take his shirt the rest of the way off, his movements and expression calm and sure. He looked into the other's eyes again, and despite the calm expression he wore, his eyes held more passion and lust than they had before. Wrapping one arm around his neck and cupping his chin with the other, the god held Xiao with more care than he knew he could express. He tilted the Adeptus' chin upwards so he could capture his gaze, speaking softly, "You are a divine being, Alatus. I revere you.”

It was unnerving the way that Venti knew exactly what words to say that would make Xiao fall apart at the seams. The softness of the god’s look paired with the fierce certainty of his words combined to remind Xiao of the purity of their love for one another. Xiao and Venti did not love out of any expectation or force, their love was self-evident and simple. He forced his eyes to meet Venti’s gaze, embarrassment wanting to pull him away. Gently, he titled his head downward to press a soft kiss to the hand holding his chin. He wanted so desperately to shower the Archon in equal love and sweetness, but the words were lost to him in that moment.

All he could murmur out was a short, but emotion-ridden, “I love you so much Barbatos,” before leaning back in for another kiss. It was deep and needy, both trying to find some way to express the love that was beyond the scope of words themselves. Xiao’s hands held firmly onto Venti’s side as he dragged the bard closer, wanting to feel his skin. He paused for a moment and moved back to quickly remove his own shirt. Hugging Venti in close once more for another kiss, Xiao felt himself both slightly satisfied by the skin to skin contact, and also increasingly desperate for more of it.

Venti sighed at the contact, gently holding Xiao and returning the kiss passionately, "I love you too, Alatus." he arched his back into the other, desperate to be closer, to feel more. He let out soft sighs and whines, the feeling of Xiao's skin against his own brought a small blush to his cheeks though they weren't nearly close enough. He let his hands cup Xiao's cheeks, pulling him closer and gasping against his lips softly, "Xiao..." he whined, still not wanting to pull away. He ran his hands down Xiao's neck and arms, squeezing and caressing his skin gently, "Xiao...you're so beautiful," his voice sounded broken and his need was evident in the way he whined and writhed against the other.

When he had to pull away he rested his head against the other's as he had before, "I want to make you feel good...I want to please you." he slowly ran his index finger down Xiao's chest until he reached in between them, teasing the other lightly before palming him gently, "I would do anything to hear the pretty noises you make for me when we're alone." he kissed his lips quickly but eagerly, "I love your needy whines and soft sighs...it's music to my ears..." he kissed him again softly before resting his head against Xiao's shoulder, continuing his movements and groaning at the friction he felt himself.

It reminded him of their first time. He could remember it clearly, Xiao's gentleness and care, the fire in his eyes, the desperate way he touched him. The sentimental feeling was returning, but Venti was too focused now to let it distract him from pleasing the Adeptus. He pressed soft kisses to his neck and shoulder, littering bruises along his skin in between, wanting to shower Xiao in as much affection as possible.

Xiao shuddered at Venti’s love and kisses, letting his hands trail up Venti’s back until he could hold desperately onto his shoulders, trying to pull them closer. He felt his nails dig into the softness of the Archon’s flesh, needing to feel closer than possible. Feeling vent’s hands wander, Xiao whined softly against his lips, all the desperation and passion he felt coming out from his lips.

The Adeptus had forgotten this sort of feeling, this lust and need. For the past centuries, he had never really indulged in chasing this sensation, longing instead for Venti’s kind words and love instead. But now with Venti palming him and leaving bruising marks across his body, Xiao could focus on nothing else. It was as though every nerve was being touched and loved, and he longed for Venti to feel the same.

In the midst of strained sighs and gasps, Xiao spoke softly, “I want to please you too. I love knowing that I make you feel good.” With that he brought one arm to tighten firmly around Venti’s waist, his head dipping down now to leave slow, rough kisses across his chest. The memories of their last times together came flooding back, Xiao remembering again all the ways he had discovered that could make Venti fall apart in his arms. He toyed softly with his tongue against Venti’s nipple, teasing it with the same love and care Venti had teased him before. Sensing the writhing of the Archon on top of him, Xiao latched his mouth fully onto the bud, alternating between gentle swirls of his tongue and gentle nips. Venti may have said the Adeptus’ noises were music-worthy, but Xiao knew it was Venti’s voice that would sing out in pleasure.

Venti was going to protest to Xiao shifting the attention back to him, but decided to let the Adeptus indulge himself and adore him in any way he liked. Still, he chased Xiao's lips when he pulled away, pouting slightly until he felt gentle kisses being pressed to his chest. A blissful expression graced his features, and he sighed softly at the affection. After a while, though, he was beginning to feel somewhat shy from all of the attention, so he motioned to pull Xiao away but his action was halted as his mind went blank. Shuddering, he moaned softly at the sensation of Xiao's lips on such a sensitive spot, knowing he knew exactly how to make him feel good.

They had only been together a couple of times yet he felt as though Xiao knew everything about him; he felt touched that the other had obviously taken much care in studying his reactions and taking note of what felt good. He wanted to praise the Adeptus, but found himself speechless as Xiao intensified his actions. Only wrecked moans and whines escaped him as the other abused his nipple, and he melted in Xiao's arms. Eyes fluttering shut, Venti's head fell back in pleasure and he relaxed further against his lover.

After a moment he, too, intensified his actions. Frustrated by the layer of clothes under his hand, he reached into Xiao's pants, brushing his thumb over his slit before stroking him firmly, desperate to overwhelm the other with pleasure. He lifted his free hand to tangle in Xiao's hair, tugging on it gently so he could meet the other's lips once again.

Xiao groaned at every touch and sound, it was more than his imagination could have ever dreamed. Each movement created a whirlwind of need and desperation in Xiao’s body. He tried even harder to pull Venti closer to him as he lavished love on the other’s nipples. He felt a surge of power roll through his body as Venti crumpled in pleasure in his arms. The Adeptus’ love was overwhelming beyond the point of words, and even this simple action felt as a way in which he could showcase all of his love and need at once.

Feeling Venti’s hand slip under his pants, Xiao gasped, having not expected such a bold move. Though, perhaps he should have. It was Venti after all. In response Venti halted his love on the god’s chest and returned his kiss in equal fervor and lust, his own hand drifting below the bard’s shorts and tights to hold firmly onto the softness of his ass. So much of Venti as a god seemed on first glance as though it were it a contradiction—both desiring and rejecting any sort of religious reverence. Xiao smirked at the thought, letting his lips fall across any bare skin he could find, while murmuring words of prayer and praise in between. Barbatos, for all his flaws, had chosen Alatus as a partner and he was not about to let this fact go unnoticed.

Venti moaned into the kiss when he felt Xiao's hand holding him firmly, demandingly, enjoying the subtle sense of confidence the action exuded. At the other's words of praise he felt something he hadn't before. He had never wanted Xiao to think of him as a god. The thought of the Adeptus worshiping him as such had always struck fear in him-he didn't want the other to think he looked down on him in any way. But perhaps avoiding that part of his identity altogether was also denying Xiao of that part of him as well.

In this setting, Xiao's words of devotion and prayer didn't sound at all the way Venti had always feared. They were words of love and adoration. It was Xiao showing Venti that he acknowledged and loved all of him. At this realization Venti felt relief and comfort, as if he was relieved of a weight he hadn't known he was carrying. He tilted his head up, sighing in pleasure as he let his fingers trail over Xiao's skin gently, testing out such a new dynamic. He slowed the tempo of his other hand, instead stroking him languidly, wanting to have a bit more fun with the Adeptus before giving him release.

Xiao could feel Venti relax underneath his touch and words, glad that his adoration hadn’t stressed or panicked the other. Despite all he was feeling in the moment, there still was a small undercurrent of fear, fear that Venti would decide this was all too much and disappear into the wind once more. That anxiety disappeared as soon as Xiao felt Venti’s hand lifting his chin. Venti’s pupils were blown out, his face flushed in desire. The Adeptus was practically certain he looked the same but still, it was lovely to see Venti like this. Feeling the god slow his pace, Xiao groaned loudly, eyes shutting close as he did.

“Love, what can I do?” Xiao asked between sighs and whimpers. He allowed his hands to knead into the supple skin as he pulled Venti closer. Xiao opened his eyes with a soft smile and repeated, “What can I do?” He felt so untrained and unfamiliar with pleasure, beyond what they had explored together, and wanted nothing more than to make Venti feel loved and desired.

Venti felt his breath hitch at Xiao's reaction to the new pace, feeling his cheeks heat up in arousal and embarrassment. Though he relaxed when Xiao pulled him closer, letting go of his grip on Xiao to wrap his arms around his neck, rolling his hips into the other's slowly. He nipped at Xiao's neck then moved to trail kisses along his jaw before pulling away, "I want...to be closer," he looked into Xiao's eyes lasciviously, his fingers finding their way into the Adeptus' hair, running through it gently. He kissed him passionately, trailing his hands down the other's chest until he teased at the waistline of Xiao's pants.

Pulling away from the other, Venti made quick work of taking his pants off before moving to take Xiao's off as well. When they were finally free from the restraints of their clothes he settled back into Xiao's lap and looked into his eyes for a moment, his expression softening as he admired the Adeptus, "I love you." he tried to stay calm but the feeling of skin on skin made him shiver slightly and he couldn't help but kiss him more intensely than before, whining Xiao's name against his lips and pulling him closer desperately.

Xiao smiled against Venti’s lips, pulling away for a moment to admire how beautifully wrecked the Archon already looked. He brought a hand up to gentle caress his flushed face as he whispered, “I love you too.” Xiao felt himself dragged into another long, desperate kiss, allowing himself to be indulge in the taste and feeling of Venti’s mouth. The Adeptus’ hands worked their way across the front of Venti’s thighs before reaching behind and pulling him even closer, trying to chase the friction that he knew was already bringing them close to the edge.

Slowly, Xiao began to meet Venti’s need, rolling his hips up firmly. At each grind, Xiao could feel himself getting embarrassingly more turned on and desperate for more, moans escaping his lips and nails digging into Venti’s rear as he held him down. It felt overwhelming, and Xiao moved away for a moment to steady himself, looking up at the god’s reddened cheeks before letting his head fall against the other’s chest, hips thrusting upwards more quickly. He pressed a few kisses across Venti’s chest as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Venti's moans became frantic as Xiao brought him closer, nails digging into his back as he tried to meet his hips, but giving up as Xiao held him down. He enjoyed when the other gave into pleasure and let his instincts take over. He was always so conscious of every action, of every word; it was rare that he didn't notice the Adeptus take a moment before he spoke, before he made any move. Venti was glad that he was able to relax with him enough to let his passion take over. He tried to meet Xiao's lips again but let him pull away, taking the chance to admire the man under him, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust.

When he felt soft kisses across his chest he blushed deeply, tangling his fingers in Xiao's hair to pull him closer, "You're amazing...fuck everything you do feels so good." he whispered words of praise in between moans and whines, feeling himself grow closer by the second.

Xiao wrapped his arms closer around Venti's waist, pulling the god in for another languid, passionate kiss. He felt embarrassed by how desperate he was in this moment, how centuries of need were overflowing just from the sensation of their skin rubbing against each other. It was beautiful and scary, to be so vulnerable and comfortable with someone. He slowed his pace, spending more of his energy and focus onto Venti now. He dropped kisses across Venti's chest as one hand trailed down to stroke him slowly.

The Adeptus wanted desperately to please the bard in his arms, wanted to love him in the way he deserved to be loved, passionately and deeply, with no fear of the future or past, only focused on the here and now.

Venti gasped as Xiao began stroking him, shuddering and falling against the other, burying his face against his neck. He whined softly, completely broken at this point, bringing a hand to tangle in Xiao's hair. Xiao always made an effort to focus on Venti, and this never went unnoticed by the god. While it used to worry him, he realized that it was only as he did for Xiao; they were selfless in every aspect of their relationship, and when it came to being intimate together it was always as if they were fighting to please the other. He gave into the Adeptus' affection, whimpering quietly as he clung to Xiao desperately.

It didn't take long until he was so close to his climax that he felt his vision blur but he pulled away quickly, grabbing Xiao's hand as his lips met the other's in a rough kiss, "I’m...so close but I...I want to please you..." he looked into Xiao's eyes desperately, his own wide and pleading, "Please, I want to make you feel good too...I want to finish together, let me take care of you," he moved to cup Xiao's cheeks as he kissed him again, full of love and passion.

Xiao let his hand be drawn away, losing himself in the beautiful darkness of Venti's eyes. He nodded softly before leaning in fully to their kiss, all a mix of hunger and adoration. Venti was too kind to him, Xiao surmised, he was too sweet, too accepting. The Archon expected nothing from the Adeptus, loved him only for the sake of love itself. Xiao allowed himself to follow down the path, the path of mutual passion and love.

Xiao adjusted them both so Venti was sitting more fully on his lap, the friction and pressure already feeling overwhelming. In their kiss Xiao let his hand wander down again to stroke the bard as he rolled his own hips up forcefully and slowly. He wanted to make Venti fall apart in his arms again, and knew that he would only see it if he brought himself to the breaking point as well. The warmth and need grew stronger and he quickened his pace, groaning and sighing against Venti's lips, whispering his name and words of praise when he could.

Venti met Xiao's lips desperately, whining and moaning against them. He brought his hands to Xiao's hair, struggling to bring him impossibly close. He blushed at Xiao's words of praise, trying to return the affection in full, sighing his name and words of encouragement in between soft gasps and moans. Venti cupped Xiao's cheeks softly, occasionally pausing their rough kisses to kiss Xiao gently, wanting to savor the sweetness of the moment and show the Adeptus how much he adored him.

After gaining his composure somewhat he moved against Xiao's hips, doing everything he could to bring him pleasure. He pulled away from the other's lips to place soft kisses along his jaw and neck until he felt the familiar heat pool in him. Pulling away to look to Xiao, Venti searched his gaze to make sure he was at the same point before wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him roughly.

Xiao nodded weakly at Venti before pulling back in for a rough, desperate kiss, whining against his lips as he came. He felt as though he had blacked out for a moment from the intensity of the pleasure, the only thing on his mind, the only thing he could see was Venti. The Adeptus found himself only able to focus on the beautiful flush of the Archon's face, the curve of his spine, the lilt of his voice tossed by need and lust. It made him smile as he let his face drop against the other's chest, planting soft, lazy kisses across as he felt both of them coming down back into reality. Xiao held Venti closer as he whispered, "You are so frustratingly good to me."

Venti let his chin rest on top of Xiao's head, his breathing slowly evening out, "You are so frustratingly good to me-you won't let me focus on you for even a minute," he let his arms rest around Xiao's neck, sighing contentedly, "And I’m not too good to you; I only treat you as a lover should, don't think too highly of it," he scolded lightly. He didn't think he treated Xiao well, and even if he did more than the bare minimum he felt that he deserved no appreciation for it.

Xiao deserved the world, he deserved more love than anyone could give. And on top of that, Venti could never accept Xiao's praise, he had put the Adeptus through far too much to be rewarded for anything. Just the fact that Xiao accepted him after everything he'd done was more than Venti could ever deserve. He kissed Xiao's forehead gently before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "I love you."

Xiao knew that Venti was truthful in his praise, in his love. But somehow it didn't make this feel any more real, any more constant. It still seemed, in many ways, that it was an ephemeral sort of dream to be lost by the time morning came. At the thought, the Adeptus felt some tears pricking his eyes.

Shame bubbled up at this, compounding his upset even more. Venti had proven his love, proven how desperately he wanted to stay by Xiao's side, and yet the Adeptus still could not will himself to fully believe in it. He wrapped his arms tightly around the Archon and buried his face into his chest, hoping that Venti would not notice, not wanting to confront his own complex feelings around their relationship. Instead, he settled on murmuring back quietly, "I love you too."

Xiao's change in expression didn't go unnoticed to Venti and immediately panic and the urge to comfort Xiao rose in him. But he stilled himself as he felt Xiao cling to him and hide his face, realizing it was something words alone couldn't soothe. It was obvious why Xiao was upset and Venti felt pain spreading through his chest knowing it was because of him. He pet Xiao's hair and hummed gently, waiting for him to calm before pulling off of his lap and intertwining their fingers as if it were a gesture to show Xiao he wouldn't leave. He laid down, pulling Xiao on top of him before averting his gaze, his expression timid and nervous, "Xiao..."

Xiao let himself be pulled further into Venti's grasp. He could feel the bard tense under his touch, apparently he was not as subtle as he had hoped. Laying down now on Venti's chest, Xiao sighed, "I do still love you, Barbatos." something tugged at him, a fear that his own anxieties would drive Venti away again, that his love would not seem genuine or real. He nuzzled into the god's chest further and laid a brief kiss to his chest, "I’m sorry." he knew Venti would scold him, he was prepared for that. But he also knew that he was at least somewhat for the Archon's emotional distress at the moment and wanted to apologize and help ease that pain.

Venti giggled softly, "Xiao, I was just going to say that..." he wrapped his arm around his waist and winced, "I think...I’m still too hurt to return to Mondstadt...can I stay tomorrow night too?" he smiled cheekily at the other, eyes closed with a wide grin on his face as he feigned innocence. He trailed a finger up and down Xiao's arm soothingly, wanting to subtly acknowledge the Adeptus' words. He realized Xiao hadn't wanted to address his feelings for a reason, and Venti would respect that while also taking Xiao's reassurance to heart. He knew Xiao still loved him, but hearing it made it feel more real, and at least for a moment it soothed his worries. He pulled Xiao closer to kiss his cheek before nuzzling his face against the other's playfully.

Xiao felt eased by hearing Venti's laugh, feeling his soft touch glad he hadn't soured the mood too much. At the next comment though, he lifted his head with eyebrows furrowed and voice laced with concern, "Are you really hurt? I can get more medicine if you need." but then he noticed the flush on Venti's cheeks, the knowing smile and Xiao sighed and shook his head, "You don't have to lie to stay another night."

Nevertheless, Xiao adjusted himself so he wouldn't be on top of the injury anymore. The Adeptus squeezed the god tightly for a moment though, thanking him for staying. He knew that this was not just unusual, but challenging for Venti, who was so used to flitting about Teyvat as he pleased, to stay in one place for days on end. It gave Xiao hope, though, that they would work in the end.

Venti nodded again, smile unwavering, "We have much to make up for, my love..." he took Xiao's face in his hands again, squeezing his cheeks softly as he admired him, "and I’ve missed seeing your pretty face for so long..." his expression turned especially soft, features relaxed and content, "You're beautiful...everything about you...Xiao, I’ve never been sure about many things...and..." His gaze moved from Xiao to look down at his chest as he took a shaky breath, "I never thought I would be able to truly love, but I have never doubted my love for you, and that absolute devotion, it terrified me-it still does..." he cupped Xiao's neck, bringing him closer and looking into his eyes, "I am so used to running, from my fears, my mistakes, my regret...that's the only way I know how to deal with things. And it was...so hard...to see you...after what i'd done to you."

Tears came to his eyes but he quickly blinked them away, "But I couldn't run, I couldn't talk myself out of it no matter how hard I tried. All I could think about was you, and I tried to distract myself. I did everything I could to stop thinking but still all I could think about was you. And that truly terrifies me..." He looked into Xiao's eyes deeply, expression softening again, "But with every worry comes the comfort the thought of you brought me. You make me feel safe and loved. But more importantly than that, I feel an overwhelming amount of love and admiration for you. I want to protect you and comfort you. I yearn to soothe you and love you and make you feel happy and loved and-and..." He blushed, looking away embarrassedly, "What I mean to say is, it goes against everything in my nature to love you, but I do, whole heartedly. And I’m here because I want to make things right...I won't run from you, I promise."

Xiao curled in closer to Venti's side, letting his face fall against the other's shoulder. As he spoke, Xiao let his hand wander, tracing small circles and designs across Venti's arms and chest. His words stung somewhat, hearing perhaps what he had already known-that they were not meant to work. It was clear that every ounce of them both was diametrically opposed, and there should be no world in which they could lay like this in peace. And yet it was real, Xiao was certain of that now. He was certain that the love they shared, despite the pain it brought occasionally, was true and honest.

As he felt the emotions begin to overwhelm the Archon, Xiao leaned to press a few kisses across his face before leaning back and holding his face gently. His expression was serious and intense, so far from the bashfulness Venti had brought out of him earlier, "Venti I do not want you to love me against your nature. I know that I cannot tie you down forever, I know it is who you are to be free. But please just tell me, that's all I ask. I can accept not seeing you every waking moment, even though I want that. I know that is unreasonable for both of our existences. I just need to know you are alive, you are okay, and you are...." he hesitated, a blush coming to cover his cheeks now. He buried his face in the crook of the other's neck as he whispered, "I just need to know that you are mine and I am yours."

Venti's hands came to run through Xiao's hair gently, "I want that too...to be together every waking moment. It's what my heart wants and...this past week was awful. I had to fight the urge to visit you countless times but I wanted you to have time to work through your emotions-I didn't want to overwhelm you..." He took a deep breath, "Let me make something clear: loving you is easy, being with you is easy, that's what baffles me. When I’m with you I never want to leave. I want to settle, I want to be with you every second of every day. I find my responsibilities even more troublesome than I used to because they keep me from you."

The archon adjusted their position so that he could lift Xiao's chin to meet his gaze, "I am so scared of losing you, of getting lost and leaving you behind. You're the most important thing in my life and I mean that. I don't want us to be distant, I want this to work. I have no doubts in my feelings for you, that's why they're scary...I’ve never loved someone before and it is scary for me, but in no way does the fear make me want to leave. I don't know if everything I said makes sense, but I want you to know that loving you isn't hard for me, it's not something that I have to deal with, or something that holds me back...being with you makes life worth living."

Xiao's heart tightened at the words. He was so inarticulate compared to Venti, struggling to find exactly the right phrasing to express the conflicted feelings in him. And yet Venti had expressed them so concisely, expressed when he knew to be true for both of them. Xiao nodded with a soft smile, "I feel the same. I have not wanted much in life or felt I needed much, beyond repaying my karmic debt. But I need and want you so much." he closed his eyes, breathing in for a moment just the feeling of being close to the Archon. He knew that in reality these moments would be hard to find, that there would never be enough.

So he stopped to memorize the way Venti's breath felt against his skin, the way he was held both firmly and gently. The Adeptus wanted to etch every moment with Barbatos into the very fiber of his being, to carry it with him. Xiao opened his eyes again, reaching a hand up to hold the other's face, leaning in for a brief kiss before pulling away, "I love you."

Venti smiled into the kiss, pulling Xiao closer to rest his forehead against the other's, "I love you too. This is scary, and hard, but we are in this together..." He kissed his forehead gently, pulling him closer, "I don't know what is in store for us in the future, and I worry about it constantly, there are so many things I worry about...but I think it is best for us to live in the moment, as if we have all the time in the world."

Only a ghost of a smile remained as he ran a hand down Xiao's temple softly, "All I know is that I love you and I want to savor every moment we have together. There will always be reasons to worry, endless reasons to worry...that's what happens when you care about someone else's well-being, and it's something neither of us have really experienced before." Venti nuzzled his nose against Xiao's, "I think we will be okay, no matter how many things come between us, I think we will always be together."

Xiao leaned in for another gentle, soft kiss, "We will work through it together. We are still here after how many centuries?" He chuckled sadly at the thought. The pain was still there, it was still going to be present for a while. But now it felt as though it was being overshadowed by the love Xiao held for the god, and the love he knew the other held for him. He felt certain, now, that Venti would stay true and loyal, and that they would work through the hurt in each other's arms.

Lightening the tone, Xiao smiled softly and kissed Venti's forehead before standing. "I should clean us up and change your bandage." walking for a new washcloth, bandage, and medicine, Xiao knelt at Venti's bedside once more. He lifted the bard's hands to his lips in a kiss before getting them both ready for bed.

Venti let Xiao take care of him, though complaining about the space between them the entire time. When Xiao was finished Venti pulled him close, turning them on their sides and tangling their legs together. He brought his hands to cup Xiao's face and kissed him lovingly, fighting his tiredness to shower the other in affection, "I don't want to sleep...because I want to keep kissing you." he pouted and pulled Xiao closer, continuing to kiss him lazily until he couldn't fight sleep any longer, "I do want to stay tomorrow night too..." he intertwined their fingers as he rested his head on the pillow and let his eyes close, "I love you, Xiao."

It was so easy for Venti to let his guard down and relax when he was in Xiao's presence. As scared as the Adeptus was of hurting others, he provided Venti with a feeling of comfort and security like nothing else had. Venti let go of Xiao's hands to wrap his arms around his neck, resting his forehead against Xiao's as he drifted off to sleep.

Xiao's arms wrapped tightly around Venti as he saw the other doze off. It was true, what Venti had said before. This all felt in many ways as though it shouldn't work. Xiao was a harbinger of death, he hoped now it was seen as protection, but it was still violence. And yet here was one of the oldest gods in Teyvat, soft and adorable, cheeks flushed, eyelashes fluttered shut, and drooling on his pillow.

It felt wrong to love and hold Barbatos like this. But Xiao also knew there was nothing more natural. His love for the god was truly unexplainable, centuries spent trying to understand why he had allowed himself to love the bard, only to come up with no answer, really. He had reasons to thank Venti, reasons to worship him, but this love was something entirely discrete. Gently, Xiao pressed a kiss to Venti's forehead before closing his own eyes. He hadn't been certain that he would be able to sleep that night.

However, as soon as the Adeptus shut his eyes, it was as though all his fear and anguish disappeared, focusing instead on the light and protection that Venti offered. Soon enough, Xiao was sound asleep, nearly unable to be woken up by the outside world.

Venti opened his eyes to the sight of golden light entering the room and illuminating Xiao's skin. A small gasp escaped him as he looked over Xiao's sleeping form. He was sleeping, once again, and it was a sight that warmed Venti's heart. He knew it took a lot for Xiao to let his guard down this much, to truly relax to this extent. It had only happened once before and Venti thought it was something he would never see again. He sat up slowly, yawning softly, and immediately his gaze looked over the way the Adeptus glowed under the light, the dips and curves of his skin illuminated beautifully.

Slowly, so as not to wake him up, Venti pulled the blanket up to cover Xiao more fully and settled next to him again, the sound of the other's snoring and the warmth of his skin lulling Venti back to sleep, and quickly he was wrapped around Xiao once more.

Xiao's sleep felt short by the time his eyes fluttered open, it seemed only a moment ago he was admiring his love's complexion in the moonlight. He noticed, though, the change in the blankets and their positioning. Either Venti moved around quite a bit when he slept or the other had already awoken. It was both a relief and unnerving to know that Venti had seen him in such a state, of actually sleeping. He supposed that above all else this was an indication of the way in which the god truly made the Adeptus feel at ease and comfortable.

Xiao leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Venti's forehead, a silent thank you for allowing him to sleep as soundly as he had. Pulling away, Xiao was unsure whether the bard was still asleep or merely resting. So his hand came up to caress his cheek gently, hoping it wouldn't be enough to wake him up if he was deep in a dream.

A smile came to Venti's face at the gesture and he settled closer to Xiao, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, still half asleep. "how do you feel?" he sighed deeply in contentment, indulging in the moment and the other's presence. This situation felt so domestic, but it felt so natural; the moment wasn't interrupted by the sudden urge to escape, and he wanted nothing more than to stay as they were. Venti wasn't sure why he overthought everything, but his mind was constantly full of fears that this would all go away, that he could not truly provide Xiao the love and comfort he deserved.

Venti still feared that it was not in his nature to love one in this way, but he knew his feelings for Xiao were undeniable. The constant fight between his brain and his heart was maddening, but he knew in the end all of his fears and worries were fabricated by his mind and that his heart was what to follow. This was made all the more clear when he had almost lost Xiao once, after that he never let his worries turn into to doubts. He snapped himself out of his thoughts, leaning up to kiss Xiao softly before burying his face in the other's neck and pulling the blankets up further.

Xiao sighed happily against Venti's chest, pressing a small kiss there before speaking quietly, "I feel rested. Thank you." he knew Venti would reject this thanks, as he had before. And yet he still felt the need to tell his love how deeply he appreciated the way in which he had made a space for the Adeptus to relax this much. Settling back against the bard's touch and hold, Xiao closed his eyes, the peace and serenity threatening to pull him back into sleep. As he felt himself approach the edge of tiredness, he squeezed onto Venti to bring him back into reality. He blinked his eyes open once more with a bleary gaze, "Good morning, love."

Venti pressed a quick kiss to Xiao's cheek, "Don't thank me, please. I didn't do anything." he pressed a quick kiss to Xiao's forehead before pulling him even closer, hoping he would fall back asleep. He cradled him gently, noticing the way he relaxed into his touch. And just as he thought Xiao was asleep again he brought him closer. With a soft sigh he smiled at Xiao warmly, "it doesn't have to be morning yet...you should rest more if you can." he held his chin gently, admiring how cute his lover looked like this, his expression soft from sleeping. Venti wanted to comment on it but thought it would be better not to, wanting to avoid embarrassing the Adeptus first thing in the morning so he settled on, "You're so pretty, Xiao...I’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you." He leaned in to kiss the other softly before pulling him close once again, nestling further under the blankets, "Let's go back to sleep, together."

Xiao shook his head against Venti's embrace, even as he nuzzled closer into the warmth and peace. "I do need to work today. Evil does not stop because I finally slept," he teased lightly, bringing his hand up to pinch the god's cheek gently, "And you are far more pretty than me." he leaned in for a brief kiss before pulling away to stretch out in the bed. It was strange to have to wake his muscles up for the first time in centuries, though he could get used to this--to this beautiful and unabashed domesticity of their love. He could find himself accustomed to long mornings spent lazily complaining about having to leave, mornings spent admiring the way the sun reflected off of Venti's porcelain skin, mornings sleeping in the comfort of his arms. And yet the Adeptus knew that this would always be a luxury, not a constant in his life.

"But..." Venti wrapped himself around Xiao, kissing his cheek and neck gently, pulling him closer. He knew the Adeptus had to leave, and his protests were lighthearted, but he wanted to show Xiao that he wanted to be in his company for as long as possible, "Hmm...I know you have to leave...but on one condition..." he leaned up to hold Xiao's face in his hands, "You're careful and stay safe so you can come home to me," he kissed Xiao's nose before settling on top of him again. Venti sighed quietly, this moment almost felt bittersweet, as if he were looking back on it and wasn't actually here in the moment. He held on to Xiao tighter, needing him to feel real. It was as if all of the time he'd missed in his sleep was hitting him at once, to him it had only felt like a second but to Xiao it had felt like an eternity. He leaned up to smile at Xiao, looking into his eyes deeply and finding solace in them. After kissing the Adeptus lovingly one last time, he pulled off of him and lied on his back, staring at the ceiling, "I love you, Xiao."

Xiao flushed at Venti's words and touches, it all feeling so right and yet so foreign at the same time. Regrettably, he untangled himself from Venti's tight grasp, so he was now leaning over the bed, admiring the way that Venti's beauty shone across the bedsheets. He leaned in for a soft kiss one more time, moving to scatter a few light butterfly kisses across the other's face in between murmuring, "I love you too, Venti." he quickly got changed, pulling back on his shirt and pants that had been thrown about haphazardly the night before. As he turned back to face the bard, the Adeptus let a hint of a bittersweet smile come across his face.

This domesticity, this consistency, felt all too perfect, perfect enough that it would break at any moment. And yet Xiao knew it was a fruitless endeavor to try and stop the breaking. If it would happen, there was nothing he could do to stop it. So he resigned himself, instead, for threading his hands through Venti's locks and kissing the Archon's forehead and whispering, "Please come see me soon," before disappearing into the daylight as Liyue's protector.

It was just past sunrise when Venti found himself on top of the cliffs near the stone gate, staring off longingly towards Wangshu Inn. It hadn't been long since he had last seen Xiao, in fact, it had only been a few days but even a moment felt like years to the god. He wasn't necessarily looking for the Adeptus, or even expecting to catch a glimpse of him, but he found himself lingering at the border of Mondstadt and Liyue more often than Morax would probably want in the past few weeks. And it was only natural that with the feeling of romance and warmth in the air and the theme of love adorning every inch of Mondstadt, he felt the need to be closer to Xiao than ever.

It was finally the time of the year for the Windblume festival, something he had gushed to Xiao about intensely the last time they had met. It was without a doubt his favorite event of the year, and something he had missed dearly in all the years he was absent from Mondstadt. Walking the streets covered in petals, seeing so many people hand in hand, doing all they could for the sake of their loved ones, it always brought a smile to his face. He had hoped that magically something would inspire Xiao to accompany him, but he knew the Adeptus' fears about being close to people and his seeming distaste for festivals of any kind, so he had prepared himself to be alone-though he planned on bringing Xiao something when it was over; if his beloved couldn't come to the festival, then Venti would figure out a way to bring the festival to him.

With a final sigh and the sun rising in the clouds he took his leave, eager to spend time in the heart of the city surrounded by music and light. He would probably teach a few children to play instruments, or help some people write love letters, as he was often asked to do. Although he would usually solicit just money or wine from his customers, this year he was hoping that through these activities he could find a way to bring the best aspects of the festival to Xiao...as well as more dandelion wine than the Adeptus would even consider letting him drink.

The days without Venti seemed longer than Xiao had thought they would. Each day passed by slowly, each fight seeming like it had dragged on, the nights unbearably lonely now. He knew Venti would come see him again, the way they left things previously assured him of that. The doubt of their future may still have lingered, but it was mostly dissipated now. All remained was the warmth and peace Barbatos brought him.

And yet after only a few days, Xiao found himself itching to see the god again, needing to hear his voice, feel his presence nearby. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a horrible idea for Xiao to initiate their next meeting. Knowing the bard, it was likely he was holding off in fear of coming on too strong, particularly after centuries of absence. The Adeptus appreciate the wariness, but felt in many ways that it was no longer really needed. Xiao knew what he wanted, and knew that he would work through his own complicated feelings in order to have it.

Unfortunately, unlike Xiao whose routine was usual, always found at Wangshu some point in the evening, Venti was near impossible to track down. Xiao thought of waiting by the tree once more, it had worked last time, but last time might have been a fluke and frankly he didn't want to spend his limited time running around Mondstadt for a drunk Archon. It was then that windblume came to mind, Venti having mentioned it in his sleepy ramblings.

And so in only a few moments after remembering of the festival, Xiao had left Liyue, beginning his trek to Mondstadt. With enough need to see someone and the help of the wind, the trip felt relatively short, and the Adeptus was soon at the front gates of the city. It was bright and lively and crowded and everything Xiao knew he wouldn't like himself but everything he knew Venti loved.

Though he got some stares from the knights for carrying his polearm, Xiao found he could easily stick to the rooftops and alleys as he looked for his partner. Turning one corner he saw Angel’s Share, overflowing with drunk patrons. That’s where he had to be. So Xiao took a deep breath and braced himself for the crowd as he entered the tavern.

Venti was only a couple bottles in, thankfully for Xiao, he was pacing himself, wanting to be at least somewhat sober for the festival. Despite his unusual well behaved manner, he was being shooed out of the tavern anyway in fears he would act as he usually did. To be fair, how could the staff know this festival meant so much to him?

It was when he was grumbling quietly, dragging his feet as he walked to the door that he stumbled into Xiao, a bright smile quickly replacing his previous sullen expression, "Xiao?! What are you doing here?!" he was beyond surprised but more happy than he could express. He really didn't think Xiao would show up, especially not to the crowded tavern full of stumbling drunk people of all places.

Quickly wrapping his arm around Xiao's, as if he feared the Adeptus would run away, he led him out of the dark building to the dim light of the side street and pulled him closer so they were away from the people, "You showed up..." his green eyes sparkled with excitement and hope, the thought of sharing such a special day with Xiao, of teaching him the true meaning of it all, it was more than Venti could have ever asked for, and it was this train of thought that brought a hint of his gloomy expression back, "Xiao, you didn't have to do this...we can go somewhere else...like the inn? I would be okay with that. I’m sorry if you felt like you had to come here..."

He looked to the ground, fumbling with the edge of his cape as his arm subconsciously pulled Xiao closer. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity, and show Xiao so many things; to walk around with him with no fear of hurting anyone, no worries about his duties-Venti just wanted to give Xiao a chance to experience life, he wanted to give him that small bit of freedom he could, "I really, really, really appreciate you coming here, though. It means more to me than you could ever know." His gaze met the other's once again and in his eyes were a mix of adoration, relief, hope, and fear.

Bringing Xiao closer, he kissed his cheek softly and placed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back to try to read his expression, or at least get an idea of what he was thinking, a small but weary smile graced his lips in hopes Xiao wouldn't catch on to his nervousness.

Xiao was admittedly glad that he didn't have to wade through the drunkards to find his, well, his drunkard. Any of the anxieties the Adeptus had before about this, whether Venti would want him here, whether he would feel comfortable at all in Mondstadt, all disappeared once he was able to wrap his arms around the bard. The light from the street lamps reflected off of Venti's eyes, and Xiao saw them shining with joy.

It eased his heart and his worries, though he was admittedly quite grateful to be pulled away from the business of the crowd. He found himself too entranced with seeing Venti here like this, in his own city, a city that breathed with all the love and kindness Venti exuded to respond to any of his comments immediately.

The soft lips against his, though, brought Xiao's senses back to him and he smiled softly as they parted, "I came here because I wanted to. You spoke so highly of it, it would be a shame for me to miss it." His hand came up to cup Venti's face again with a small pout as he pinched his soft cheeks, immediately kissing where he had pinched, "I don't feel only obligation, Venti, I wanted to see you." The Adeptus dropped his hands with a sigh and intertwined their fingers, "Can you show me Windblume, Barbatos?" he teased.

A blush spread across Venti's cheeks at Xiao's words but he quickly untangled his hand from Xiao's to cover the Adeptus' mouth, "Don't call me that here! Are you insane?" he dropped his hand with a dramatic sigh, "You're lucky I let you call me that in the first place, Alatus." his tone was lighthearted and teasing and he looked to Xiao with a small grin. Squeezing the hand that still held his, he led Xiao back into the street, "Yes, I would be delighted to show you Windblume..." he held Xiao's hand tightly as they walked down the side street, reassuring the Adeptus that he would be okay, "One thing you will notice, is that everyone is busy doing everything they can for the sake of others. It's the one time of the year everyone does everything they can to lighten the workload for others and bring happiness to the people they love."

Part of him felt that his words held little meaning because they were coming from him, someone who very rarely did things for himself nonetheless others, but still, he wanted to teach Xiao all there was to know about the festival. He walked up to a woman selling flowers and brushed his thumb over the edge of a Cecilia, "another important part of the festival is offering Windblumes to Barbatos and people you love and admire, and though the festival has a romantic theme, it is not always romantic. What a Windblume is, is up to interpretation, and most people have different ideas of what it is, which can actually lead to much debate and fuss." He furrowed his eyebrows together in disappointment before sighing and looking back to Xiao, "But it's silly to get caught up in such a small detail like that, I don't imagine Barbatos would approve of it." He smiled mischievously and turned back to the woman, buying the flower he was touching and continued walking, "What are your thoughts so far, my love?"

Xiao shook his head at Venti's comment, still amazed in some respects that nobody had discerned who the bard truly was. And yet he did feel grateful to know the Archon in all of his forms, in every way. He took Venti's hand gratefully, giving it a soft squeeze back, a reassurance that he was alright. While he didn't like people, or crowds, he would manage for Venti's sake. Besides, having his love beside him made it infinitely more bearable.

Xiao listened silently as Venti spoke, admiring the city of Mondstadt as he did, the overwhelming of flowers and joy, of love and happiness. Yes, this was a proper celebration of Barbatos, the most generous, though flighty and alcoholic, being that had ever entered Xiao's existence. The Adeptus let a flush tint his cheeks as he admired the way Venti spoke of the festival, a mix of nostalgia and happiness, it seemed in that moment Xiao had never seen Venti more alive.

As they approached the flower stand, Xiao couldn’t help but already scan the bouquets for what he thought Barbatos would like best. Thankfully, it seemed he had chosen the perfect one, mentally, as he watched Venti admire the Cecilias. "I agree, perhaps a bottle of wine and a Liyue Adeptus is all that would be needed to appease Barbatos," Xiao teased back softly, not loud enough for anyone around them to hear. If this festival was about romance, Xiao decided he wanted to do his best to give it to Venti.

Knowing the Archon, it was likely he had never allowed himself that kind of love, in the way Alatus similarly hadn't. Yet Barbatos had broken trhough all of Xiao's walls, and now the Adeptus found himself wanting to return the favor. As they continued walking, Xiao nodded, "It is quite lovely. It reminds me of you in so many ways." He glanced over at Venti, plucking the Cecilia from his hand and tucking it gently behind his ear, "I’m glad I came."

Venti felt his cheeks heat up at Xiao's teasing, "Hmm...I think that would be correct." as they walked, Venti listened carefully to Xiao's voice, trying to discern his tone: it was soft, in a way he hadn't heard in a while, if he'd ever heard it at all, "I’m glad you came too...I’m so happy I get to share this with you." He could feel his cheeks heat up at Xiao's words, and he appreciated how the Adeptus was so gentle with him. He continued walking, taking a moment to look up at the garlands and flowers that graced every inch of the city before looking over to Xiao, admiring the way he seemed to glow in the light.

“Everything seems so much more beautiful when you're by my side; I enjoy life so much more knowing you're in mine." He blinked away shyly and continued walking slowly so they could take in the sights, "There are lots of small activities that take place during the festival, especially ones children can enjoy while the adults run errands and work. This goes back to my point about Windblume not being necessarily romantic. This is a time for everyone to improve and mend their relationships with anyone who they need to. It's about healing and making amends, as well as starting new relationships and making new memories."

As they approached the fountain at the end of the street he turned to hold both of Xiao's hands in his own, "I will do everything I can to mend our relationship. I want to make things right, I want you to be able to trust me again—and I don't want you to feel obligated to forgive me and trust me again-but I will do everything I can, Xiao." He looked up to meet Xiao's gaze and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, pulling away slowly with a small smile.

Xiao's fears melted away at Venti's blush, grateful that his attempt at romance was received as such. Despite all that had transpired between them, it felt as though Xiao was still stumbling through expressing his feelings to Venti in a way not shaded or overshadowed by guilt or sadness. He let his gaze wander to admire the city around him, the happiness and joy it exuded feeling unfamiliar but satisfying.

At Venti's word, Xiao felt himself begin to feel even further embarrassed, looking away for a moment. He realized, though, that this was Barbatos and he had no reason to hide his fluster, turning his head back to meet Venti's gaze with a small smile.

He leaned in to their kiss, appreciating the gentleness and sweetness that Venti treated him. "I know you do. I..." Xiao took a deep breath and let one of his hands to come hold Venti's cheek as he spoke seriously into his shining eyes, "I know that you want this and I do too. If this," he glanced around the festival itself, some tears forming at the edges of his eyes as he tried to find the right words, "Is for new beginnings, may we start anew?" It was silly, of course, there was no way to erase centuries of history together, centuries of pain and love, but the idea itself was appealing and fantastical enough that Xiao wanted to offer.

Venti gasped quietly, tears of his own threatening to fall down his cheeks, "Yes...yes please." he would never fully be able to get over everything they had been through, but at least for now, for Xiao, it was something he wanted desperately. He leaned in to kiss Xiao warmly, wrapping his arms around his neck to bring him closer, "This festival sure is making you sappy~" Ge teased quietly, smirking at Xiao to lighten the mood and keep himself from crying, "There's lots more to see, come." He pulled Xiao along, wrapping his arm around the Adeptus' to keep him close, "One of my favorite parts of the festival is all of the limited time, festive drinks sold in all of the taverns!"

It was hard to keep his expression neutral as he was practically beaming at the thought, "In fact! There might even be something here you would like!" He turned to Xiao, grabbing his shoulders excitedly, "The only way we'll know is if you try all of them! And don't worry, I will happily drink anything you don't like!" he raised his index finger excitedly, "It's a perfect plan. The festival is much more enjoyable when you're slightly intoxicated, it's tradition!"

Xiao shook his head with an amused sigh as he watched Venti spout on about Mondstadt's alcohol. He should have expected as much, truly, but Xiao didn't mind. While he did not indulge in substances nearly as much as the Archon, though perhaps nobody else did, he was not opposed to a few drinks by Venti's side. Xiao's hand dropped to intertwine with Venti's with a curt nod. "I’ll try them all for you," he said perhaps a bit too seriously for a discussion on alcohol preferences.

Nevertheless, the Adeptus wanted to commit himself fully to any and all parts of their centuries old but still very new relationship. Xiao scanned across the crowd, trying to pluck out where the drunkards were located. Of course Venti would know, but Xiao wanted to show that he had paid attention during their tour, and was coming to know Mondstadt, since the city and his love were essentially inseparable as entities.

Finding a small crowd near one of the restaurants, the sign reading 'Cat's Tail', Xiao decided, and pulled Venti through until they reached the bar, grabbing the attention of the bartender immediately. Why was there a child working at a bar?, Xiao thought briefly before deciding it was perhaps not worth the trouble. "What can you make that my partner would like?" The words stumbled out of Xiao's mouth before he could think what else to say.

Venti was taken by surprise at Xiao's actions, willingly following him with a bright smile, not paying attention to his surroundings in the slightest. This would prove to be not the greatest of choices as he was snapped out of his blissful trance by Xiao's voice. Immediately his gaze landed on a cat in front of them on the counter, rubbing it's head against Xiao, though he knew the other was too distracted to notice. Venti cringed inwardly when he realized where they were, feeling as nervous as Xiao sounded. Only a second later he sneezed softly, but decided to stay quiet, only laughing at Xiao's awkwardness. He wasn't sure if it was because he was with Venti or because it had been so long since he had interacted with others, but it was charming nonetheless.

When they got their drinks Venti quickly led them to a table in the back corner of the restaurant, "Thank you for this. You're very chivalrous..." He giggled softly, "You have to tell me what you think!" He tried to hold back a sneeze but failed again, pouting softly before taking a drink, "You picked a nice place here...hmm...do you like cats?" He smiled warmly, desperately trying to make conversation, hoping that Xiao could fill the silence occasionally interrupted by sneezing, though he knew it would take more than one drink for that to be possible.

Despite his embarrassing situation, he was having the most fun he'd had in a long time, and seeing Xiao at a festival like this, taking part in the celebration with him was something he wouldn't dare interrupt or miss. He took Xiao's hand into his own, rubbing the back of the Adeptus' hand soothingly with his thumb, eager to hear his response.

Xiao was glad to be in the small corner now, not incredibly quiet but certainly moreso than the crowded bar. The concoctions in front of him looked strange, but he nevertheless passed Venti one and kept one for himself. It was then that he heard something escape Venti--a sneeze?

Strange, Xiao thought to himself, he had never heard Venti sneeze before. Adepti were largely unaffected by human illnesses such as colds and flus but perhaps having integrated himself so deeply into human culture, Barbatos had taken on some of those traits as well. He tucked the concern away for the time being, sure to note any further sneezes as concerns.

Xiao sipped his drink happily, strangely sweet in a way that he had only ever thought almond tofu could be. His hand intertwined with Venti's as he listened to the bard, noticing another sneeze. "The drink is agreeable. And cats are fine. I have no strong feelings towards them," the Adeptus' brow furrowed in concern as he set his glass down and pressed the back of his hand to Venti's forehead, "Are you ill?" He met the other's gaze intensely, trying to search for any reason as to why Venti was sneezing. Perhaps it was all nothing and Xiao was worrying himself silly for a few meaningless sneezes.

Venti blushed slightly, his heartbeat quickening at Xiao's touch, "Uhh...yes!-I mean no, I’m not ill..." he laughed quietly, "I’m so happy you like your drink!" he smiled again, silently willing himself to suck it up but he couldn't help it as another sneeze escaped him. He sighed and looked down with guilt, "I’m okay...I’m just allergic to cats..." He mumbled the second part way too quietly for Xiao to hear.

He fidgeted with his fingers for a moment before he looked up to meet Xiao's gaze, “I’m fine. I’m allergic to cats...and don't laugh at me!" he bit the inside of his cheek and pouted, "I know that it doesn't make sense...I’ve had a bad history with cats in every form." He continued pouting before taking another sip of his drink, "But I will manage. This is too nice to interrupt. It means so much to me...you're really cute." Gis pout was quickly replaced with a small smile as he voiced his thoughts, a light blush spreading over his cheeks. After a moment he blinked, looking to Xiao, his blush deepened even more embarrassedly, "I will be fine for a bit longer, it's just sneezing—not a big deal...let's keep drinking!”

Xiao furrowed his brow at the comment, his mind no reeling back to every interaction the pair had together over the past centuries. No, cats never came up, nor they hadn't of course been around in their bedroom or throughout the Liyue landscape. Strangely, it was soothing to hear this from Venti, that there was still much to learn after centuries. Though, Xiao would have perhaps preferred the new fact he learned to not be the cause of the Archon's sneezing fit.

Xiao sipped his drink and tried to give Venti a small smile to assuage him of concerns, all of which fell completely flat as the bard continued to sneeze. Xiao made his decision there, quickly drinking his own drink and Venti's, perhaps in retrospect a not great idea, and grabbed Venti's hand. "I’ve paid and so we are leaving, we can taste alcohol in a less feline infused place." Xiao intertwined their fingers as he shoved his way through the crowds until the pair emerged outside the cat's tail.

Once again Venti was surprised by Xiao's actions, confused but impressed beyond belief as he finished both of their drinks. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he smirked lightly, "Xiao, I know you're trying to immerse yourself in the people of Mondstadt's way of life, but I think that might be a bit much for you considering we are going to other places and you don't normally drink-" he was cut off when Xiao pulled him up from the table and led him through the restaurant.

When they got outside Venti took a deep breath happily, sneezing one last time much to his embarrassment, "I think I would have been able to stay, but thank you." he leaned in to kiss Xiao on the cheek softly, "Okay let's go to the next bar now!" he led the way now, smiling brightly before stopping and leaning in close to Xiao to whisper, "But this time don't steal my drink." he leaned away and winked before turning back again, guiding them to another bar. He paused for a moment at the door, only now wondering why there was any more than one in Mondstadt considering it was so small, but that was what Mondstadt was known for after all, "I’m sure there will be plenty of drinks you will like here too!”

Xiao frowned hearing yet another sneeze, worried that perhaps this allergy was something that would be affecting Venti for here on out--the Adeptus wasn't sure if he could handle being the reason for this illness. A few moments passed before Xiao felt more comfortable knowing that it was the last sneeze.

As they entered the next tavern, Xiao suddenly began to feel quite warm, not the same warmth of the sun beating down on the Liyue plains and mountains, but something different. The crowd was as large as the last place, though Xiao felt less anxious this time as Venti dragged him along. He gave Venti's hand a light squeeze as they approached the bar, Venti ordering something for them each. It was far too loud to hear exactly what he said but Xiao accepted the glass thankfully, finding one seat at the end of the bar. He leaned forward to press a kiss to Venti's head before gesturing to the empty stool, "You should sit down."

Xiao's new demeanor definitely didn't go unnoticed by Venti, the way Xiao looked when he glanced behind him was evident that he was already tipsy, and Venti had to hold back his laughter at the situation. To be honest, he had always figured Xiao would be a lightweight but seeing it in person was unbelievably entertaining, and he was excited to see Xiao let his guard down. He wouldn't let Xiao get too drunk, he just wanted him to have a good time, but little did he know it would be hard to gauge how much Xiao drank when he would drink so much himself.

With a smug look on his face he sat next to Xiao, swirling his drink in his glass as he looked at it absentmindedly, waiting until he felt Xiao's gaze on him to look over to the Adeptus, "I’m really enjoying this. I’m so happy here with you." he smiled warmly, letting his eyes trail over Xiao's features, taking in the hint of a blush spreading over his cheeks, likely from the alcohol, "Are you happy here with me, Xiao?”

Xiao could feel his face flushing from the alcohol and Venti's presence. He reached out to brush his hand gently across Venti's cheek with a small nod, "Of course I am, Venti." his gaze turned more serious as he leaned forward, wanting his point to be fully understood, "I am always going to be happiest when I am by your side." He let himself stare Venti down a while longer, finding himself lost in the clarity of his eyes. Everything else in his vision seemed to turn fuzzy until all that Xiao could truly focus on was the man in front of him. He leaned back after a while and took a sip of his drink. It wasn't as sweet as the previous one, though Xiao found himself perhaps caring less about the taste. He enjoyed being here and enjoying their time together, so that was truly all that mattered.

Venti smiled at Xiao's touch, wrapping his hand around the Adeptus' wrist gently, his kind words bringing a soft blush to his own cheeks as well, "You really have a way with words, you know..." he let go of Xiao's wrist to let his hand rest on the other's thigh, captivated by his intense gaze. After what felt like an eternity Xiao broke their eye contact and Venti smiled in relief as Xiao didn't seem to dislike his drink. This moment felt so different from any other they'd shared together; the air wasn't as intense, he wasn't as cautious, Xiao wasn't as cautious.

It was refreshing and it did truly feel like a new beginning for them, "Xiao, tell me about yourself." the request was simple enough but it was full of deep curiosity and hinted to all Venti wanted to know that he never felt he could ask. In all of their time together Xiao hadn't talked about himself hardly at all. It wasn't surprising, but Venti was hoping that now, in a casual setting and with the calming effect of alcohol, Xiao could relax enough to let Venti in.

It was a strange request, Xiao thought briefly. If there were anyone in this universe that Xiao felt knew him wholeheartedly it would be Venti. And yet, the sweetness of the question, the kindness in his face made it impossible to question his reasoning. Xiao leaned himself against the bar, settling in between where Venti sat.

The Adeptus looked down in embarrassment for a moment, trying to find where to start. He didn't want this night to be filled with sadness and pain, and so it was admittedly challenging to remember lighter, happier parts of his own life. Xiao sipped his drink more as he thought, eventually remembering now some stories of his youth, vague and distant as they were, of his time before being forced into the violence. Xiao met Venti's gaze as he spoke, trying to lighten the mood as he did with perhaps some poorly timed and executed jokes. Xiao simply wanted to see Venti smile once more.

Venti smiled softly as Xiao spoke, laughing lightly at his jokes and nodding along. It was more than comforting and reassuring that Xiao was able to open up to him about his life, and Venti appreciated every story, every word. When Xiao finished speaking, Venti leaned in to kiss him gently, "Thank you." he reached up to brush his thumb over the other's cheek gently before cupping his chin, looking at the way his eyes sparkled in the light, "You're very beautiful." Venti smiled softly as he held eye contact, "I’m so in love with you...I fall more in love with you every day." He moved his hands to brush Xiao's hair back before resting his arms around his neck, "I’m so grateful you've given me another chance...I want us to move forward..." he almost spoke without thinking, almost said something he might regret, something that could break them in the fragility of the moment, but he silenced himself and turned back to his drink with a soft smile still on his face.

Xiao, emboldened by the alcohol, told far more than he had anticipated, stories that even he had forgotten but now came to his mind as he gazed at Venti. It felt so easy to be here with the bard, to speak openly. As Xiao ran out of things to say, he was grateful to still see Venti looking at him, with kind and interested eyes.

As the other spoke, Xiao closed his eyes and moved his face to press a soft kiss to Venti's palm. He opened his eyes, with a flush and a nod, "I love you too Venti, more than I thought possible." he returned to his drink as well, noticing that both of their glasses now empty, ordering another round. "I adore you and want us to begin again, Venti," Xiao chuckled softly with a conspiratorial look before leaning forward and whispering, “Barbatos."

Venti raised an eyebrow and frowned, "I didn't realize you would be such a brat when tipsy..." He laughed lightly before finishing the drink that was placed before him, no longer worried about pacing himself. He was enjoying the playful air around them and he wanted to relax and have fun, appreciating that they could share such a moment together, "I’ve always wanted to show you around Mondstadt, and what a perfect time to. I would say this is my favorite time of the year here. It's beautiful and fun, and it brings everyone together, I always like seeing the people of a nation get together and celebrate." He smiled lightly, "I do hope you'll bring me to the lantern rite this year?" he leaned towards Xiao excitedly, "maybe if we have a few drinks I could even get you to go to the city?" he laughed lightly before leaning away.

Xiao chuckled softly at Venti's comment, merely finding it funny himself to be beside Mondstadt's Archon, but the only one to know. Xiao followed suit with Venti's drinking, knocking back what was left of his quickly as well. As Venti spoke, Xiao let his hand wander to reach up to Venti's braids, tugging at the ties that held them together until they eventually loosened. He let his hands thread through the freed hair, "I would like to know all of Mondstadt, if you would be so kind as to show me." He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the Archon's forehead, "And yes, of course you may visit for lantern rite however I cannot guarantee any visits to the harbor itself." he pulled away and let himself stop for a moment to admire his partner, Venti truly was beautiful, and Xiao felt so lucky to know him.

Venti ordered a few more drinks, two for himself one for Xiao, laughing at the other's pace following so close to his own, "Yes! I will give you the grand tour of Mondstadt. I can show you all of my favorite places, tell you everything you want to know." he closed his eyes at the feeling of Xiao's hands in his hair, it felt so domestic, so loving. He could get lost in the feeling, and he was getting lost in the feeling until he felt Xiao's lips against his forehead.

The Adeptus was such a gentle and caring lover, he was selfless and kind, and Venti had never felt so safe and loved in his life. It was ironic in a way; the conqueror of demons, one who was so used to violence and bloodshed was such a delicate soul, "I don't mind what we do. Any time I spend with you I’m happy."

Xiao felt himself focusing so intently on everything about Venti, the way his face looked gentle but strong, the ring of his voice. It was entrancing and intoxicating, far more than the drink he was now mindlessly sipping. The Adeptus felt as though he could stay here forever, in the warmth of Barbatos' presence. "Please tell me all of Mondstadt," Xiao asked quietly, a hand leaving his drink to again thread through Venti's hair, "I want to know of your city." he turned bright red at the comment, suddenly realizing how public they were, that Xiao, the Adeptus who shunned human society, was so far in love that he would be here like this with Venti.

Venti laughed loudly seeing Xiao's blush before resting his palm against his cheek, "You're adorable~" he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Xiao's other cheek before pulling away, "I would be more than happy to tell you the history of Mondstadt, though it's not all happy, but that's how it goes for every nation, is it not?" He tilted his head slightly, searching the other's expression, "I think that people should do everything they can to make things better, to make life worth living for everyone. It's not easy and it takes time, but that's where real beauty lies. I believe true beauty is in transformation, not the result. I've always cared more about what makes things what they are, what makes people who they are. Nothing is perfect, but that's what makes life so beautiful." he never minded letting Xiao in on his thinking process and his values-it meant a lot to Venti that Xiao cared. He finished another drink quickly before looking to the other excitedly, "How do you like your drink?! Is it good?"

It was enjoyable to hear Venti talk about his city in this personal way. Even though the traces of the bard's joy and sometimes careless attitude towards life were clearly present across Mondstadt, it was nice to hear the Archon's own words and beliefs around it. He smiled gently in response to Venti's words. Yes, it was lovely to transform and to change. The bard had shown him that much over the centuries, that while change was inevitably, there was always a choice to accept the change. "It's wonderful," Xiao responded, sipping his drink again with a flush, "All of this is wonderful, Venti. I am..." he paused with an embarrassed look, "I am very glad I chose to come to this festival. It is usually not an event I would enjoy. Though perhaps with you," he reached to grab Venti's hand with a light squeeze, "Perhaps everything is enjoyable."

A bright smile crossed Venti's face and he held both of Xiao's hands in his own, "I’m so glad! You have no idea how much I want to show you the beauty in everything you hide from..." he squeezed Xiao's hands back, "Life is so beautiful, and you have every right to enjoy it. No matter what you've done, you deserve to live-to be happy." He looked into Xiao's eyes deeply, carefully evaluating his expression every second he spoke, "You deserve to experience good things, and to feel good things. Xiao, I know you shun the world away...I know you punish yourself for your past...but you're good. You deserve all of the pleasures life has to offer. I don't care what kind of things you've done. I've done unforgivable things too, horrific things...but I think that the alignment of your soul matters more than your mistakes. You've repented enough, Alatus, you can try to look forward now, it's okay to try to be happy." As he spoke his expression turned more serious and sincere, "So why don't we have some more drinks and explore the city together?" All of the intensity his expression held had dissipated as he smiled happily, holding Xiao's hands tightly. 

As the conversation veered towards both of their pasts, their guilt and self-hatred, the Adeptus was surprised by the fact that he did not feel saddened by Venti's words. Instead, it was a reminder of how far they had come together. It had been work to find each other, to be with each other like this in the Mondstadt moonlight.

But now it all felt right, and Xiao would not let it slip away again. Xiao nodded silently at Venti's request for another bar, pausing for a moment before sweeping the Archon in for a long, tight hug, "Thank you." he could feel emotions welling over, things that when sober seemed so easy to push away. He pulled away to combs his hands through the other's hair as he spoke seriously, "Thank you Barbatos for your love." he broke the silence by intertwining their hands together and pulling Venti towards another crowd, presumably towards another bar.

Venti accepted Xiao's embrace willingly, holding him tightly and trying his hardest to soothe all of Xiao's emotions, not letting go until the other pulled away. He placed a soft kiss to Xiao's forehead and let him pull him towards the next bar, trying to calm his now rapidly beating heart. It was exciting to be with Xiao in such a lighthearted and fun way, something he knew would happen very very few times, so he would take advantage of every moment of it.

Once they were inside he approached the bar immediately, taking a seat in front of the bartender and pulling Xiao onto the stool next to him. Swept up in the excitement of the moment, he ordered two of every special drink on the menu, smiling cheekily at the Adeptus, "You wanted to experience all of Mondstadt; tasting every drink on the menu during festivals is custom here...Though usually for tastings you're given a smaller amount, but anything you don't drink I happily will!" his plan was sneaky but transparent and he knew it wouldn't surprise the Adeptus in the slightest. He was sure Xiao had learned to tolerate his schemes by now, and schemes involving any way to get free alcohol were ones he participated in often.

Venti's embrace and love would always be a comfort for the Adeptus, and he felt himself sink into the loving touch before pulling the other off to their next destination. Unlike the Cat's Tail, this bar felt less established, but with a wider variety of drinks. Xiao tried to determine what Venti would like best when Venti had already spoke. Xiao's eyes widened as he saw the handful of drinks pushed in front of them by the bartender.

With a stifled giggle, Xiao reached out to hold onto Venti's shoulder, "I will be unable to finish all of this." He squeezed the bard's arm before sipping at his first drink, deciding it was too bitter for his taste and sliding it across the bar to his partner. The Adeptus settled on the second drink, sweet and floral, as he choice for this outing. As he drank, he reached a hand out to intertwine with Venti's, enjoying the easy and loving silence between them.

Venti giggled as Xiao pushed the glass his way, finishing it off before placing his own glass of the drink Xiao seemed to enjoy in front of the Adeptus. It almost felt like a dream, to be here together, simply enjoying themselves and each other's company, and eventually as they drank Venti talked about small stories from his life, wanting to return Xiao's trust and comfort with talking about his past. He wasn't sure how much time had passed as he spoke, but he realized it was probably quite a while when he looked over to find Xiao with his pupils dilated and an unnatural look on his face. He laughed softly though he knew the look in Xiao's eyes matched his own.

Leaning in to kiss the other softly, he let go of his hand to trail his fingers up the Adeptus' arm to rest on his shoulder, quickly becoming lost in his gaze and he couldn't remember the last time his eyes looked so bright. After a moment he snapped out of it and spoke softly, "I think you're drunk." his words slurred and he put a little too much weight on Xiao's shoulder before he pulled away, "Have you ever even been drunk before?"

Xiao was entranced by Venti's voice. He knew he had been, that was what had saved him all those years before. But even now, listening to him talk about drunken romps across Mondstadt over ages past mixed with meaningful confessions of his past, Xiao decided that Venti's voice was the sweetest sound he ever heard. He finished off another drink mindlessly as he did so, until now he could feel a strong, pleasant warmth in his chest, certain he was at least a bit beyond tipsy now. When the Archon kissed him, he met back gently, despite being in the midst of a crowded bar. He giggled a little bit at the question. "Love," Xiao forced a knowing look as he tugged at the bard's hair a bit, "When else would I have ever been drunk if not with you? Yes, this is...." he shook his head with a sigh, "New. But I do not mind it. I can see the appeal of it, why you are always wanting to be drunk. Though perhaps it would lose its appeal if it were more frequent."

Venti laughed quietly, "Well I supposed there could have been opportunities to in the past, but now that I think about it you definitely would have declined the offer..." he snapped himself out of his thoughts and smiled cheekily, leaning in close to Xiao, "Wait a minute...so you're saying this is your first time?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively, waiting to see Xiao's reaction and laughing loudly, unaware of anyone else who was in the bar with them. He looked to the counter to reach for another drink but found they had drank everything. He tried to take count of how much alcohol they went through and he was even more surprised to realize he wasn't sure how much he had and how much Xiao had, that realization making him laugh harder.

He cupped Xiao's cheek softly, tilting the Adeptus' face so that he met his gaze, "I think that maybe we should call it a night, we have next year to try more drinks." he stood up and turned to hold his hand out for Xiao but wavered slightly, "To be honest...I thought I could get you to help me walk out of here tonight...but I think neither of us will be much help at this point..." he laughed softly before taking Xiao's hand into his own, pulling him to stand next to him.

Xiao let himself be drawn in by Venti, his head lolling to the side into the other's palm. “Next year?" he asked softly with the flush of alcohol tinting his cheeks, "I would like that very much. Please allow me a next year." he chuckled a bit when Venti pulled him to his feet, suddenly understanding much clearer the bard's drunken shenanigans.

The Adeptus felt very little concern about what he did at this moment, so long as he was at his love's side. He still felt relatively steady on his feet for the time being though, and so he took control of leading the pair out of the bar and into the city once more. Xiao quickly pressed a kiss to Venti's forehead, "Come, I want to see something."

Dashing out of the bar, Xiao’s hand tugged the Archon along throughout the city in search of it. He had heard Morax talk about it before, its obscene extravagance. But Xiao wanted to see it for himself.

It took only a few minutes of searching before Xiao was smiling as he led his partner up the stairs to the statue outside the cathedral. There were various couples, young and old, praying at the statue of Barbatos for well wishes for their relationship this coming year. Conspiratorially, Xiao pinched the bard's cheek and leaned, "Shall we pray to Barbatos as well?"

Venti let most of his weight rest against Xiao as they walked, curious to see what he was making such a big deal about. He didn't think much of it until they got there and when they did his eyes widened in surprise.

Venti flushed deeply as the other pinched his cheek before shoving Xiao's face away and covering his own, "Why..." he peeked out from between his fingers to find the people around them staring, probably because his reaction showed offense to the people of Mondstadt and their Archon, and he slowly relaxed.

"You're the worst, you know." he threw Xiao a weak glare before turning back to the statue, an idea in mind, "Go on then, pray to me. Worship me and I will hear your wishes." A small smirk graced his face as he spoke softly, knowing that Xiao put himself in a tricky position as he was urged to follow through with his teasing.

Venti didn't expect him to follow through, of course, he knew it would be difficult for Xiao to pray to anyone other than Morax but he couldn't miss the chance to turn the tables on the Adeptus. Giggling softly, he crossed his arms and waited to hear Xiao's usual sigh in defeat.

Xiao stifled a small laugh as the crowd stared at them in annoyance, if they only knew who it was that stirred their ire. At Venti's next comment, Xiao felt the challenge, and the expectation that he would back down. The night had been so far, from his surprise visit, to his current state of inebriation, an effort in defying expectations. So Xiao sighed softly, letting both of his hands wrap around Venti's waist, his head resting on the Archon's shoulder as they both gazed up at Venti's own statue.

"Dear Barbatos," Xiao had to stop himself from smiling stupidly as he spoke, trying to keep some facade of seriousness, "I know you are a busy Archon. I believe your open bar tabs across Teyvat will argue as such. But if you can spare a moment for myself, and my love, it would be greatly appreciated. You brought him into my life so long ago, an annoyance for some years, turned my driving reason for continuing to exist, turned the one I would never be able to let go. I thank you for your efforts already in bringing us back together and I cannot thank you enough for your kindness and generosity in choosing a partner. He is not perfect, but he is perfect for me. May we both continue this year in continued love and happiness. In Barbatos' name, amen." Xiao concluded with a small peck to Venti's cheek, "Did that suffice?"

Venti laughed softly as Xiao rested against his shoulder, setting his hands over Xiao's arms he looked up to the statue and listened to the soothing sound of Xiao's voice. What he expected was something small, maybe a quiet, 'thank you' just to be able to say he didn't back down, but what he heard caught him off guard.

Xiao's words, whether it was drunken rambling or not, were genuine and it was a confession of love unlike any he had heard from him before. He smiled as Xiao teased him about his drinking habits, and sighed shakily as he noticed the tone of his words change, and by the time Xiao finished speaking Venti had to blink away tears that had been quickly threatening to fall down his cheeks.

He turned slowly, looking into Xiao's eyes, unsure of what to say before throwing his arms around his neck and burying his face against his shoulder, "That...that sufficed..." he pulled back to kiss Xiao's cheek softly and thread his fingers through his hair, "You're an angel..." his expression was dreamy as he kissed the other lovingly, resting his forehead against Xiao's as he pulled away.

Xiao frowned a bit at Venti’s tears. He knew that they were tears of happiness but still, he hated seeing the Archon this way. He brushed his thumbs across the other’s cheek, wiping away the tears gently with a small smile, “I’m glad. It would have been embarrassing if you didn’t like it.”

The Adeptus could feel his face heat up more as they kissed, realizing only after they pulled away that they had drawn the attention of the rest of the crowd once more. He gave the bard’s shoulders a tight squeeze as he murmured, “I believe perhaps this sort of public affection is considered blasphemous by your people.”

Xiao pulled away with another small giggle, the situation too funny, him too drunk to contain his puffs of laughter. “Where to now, love?” The Adeptus asked, knowing at this point perhaps he would be unable to return back to Liyue by morning, and given the amount of alcohol consumed, he might not be capable of doing any protecting tomorrow.

Venti followed Xiao's gaze and blushed embarrassedly seeing everyone watching them. He nodded softly before taking Xiao's hand in his own and leading him down the steps and away from the statue, "Hmm..." he raised a hand to his chin as he walked, thinking about where they should go next, "Let's go stargazing!"

The bard continued walking through the center of the city, watching as people paused the festivities for the evening, many people entered taverns and many were leaving them. It was the usual bustle he saw every day, and it was comforting to witness it with his partner, someone who feared both cities and people.

The fact that Xiao trusted him enough to be in a situation that would usually scare him filled Venti with hope. As they left the front gate he wrapped his arm around Xiao's waist and laid his head on his shoulder, "You have no idea how grateful I am that you came today...it means so much to me. Thank you." he kissed Xiao's cheek softly before leaning against him once again, "I have no idea where we're going, you lead the way."

Xiao found himself pulled once more by Venti, not daring to question his plans, specially after the embarrassment Xiao made for the both of them by the statue. The evening had become lovely, crowds dispersing to reveal the worn, but gentle beauty of Mondstadt.Once more, Xiao was reminded of how distinctly Venti it all felt.

By the time they reached the front gates, the Adeptus had completely forgotten the plans they had set in motion, too busy focusing on Venti himself to remember. Xiao wrapped his arms tightly around his partner with a soft chuckle, "I love you so much, Barbatos," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, "Of course I wanted to come for this." as he pulled away, Xiao started to walk away from Mondstadt city, "I do not know Mondstadt so I do not know where to go either."

Venti laughed softly, "I know that, but I want you to choose. We can walk around Mondstadt and you can get to know it better if you want to. I don't care where we go or what we do, the fact that we're together is all that matters." he sighed happily and intertwined his fingers with Xiao's, "Your laugh...it's music to my ears, I don't hear it enough." He kissed the back of Xiao's hand lovingly before meeting the other's stride.

The evening felt so calm and warm, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun. More importantly, he couldn't remember having ever seen Xiao have fun-at least certainly not to this extent. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the romantic feeling in the air, or maybe the excitement and relief from being able to start anew, but whatever it was Venti was more than grateful for it. He laid his head on the other's shoulder as they walked, talking every now and then about how happy he was, how beautiful the night was, and how excited he was to start the rest of their lives together.

Xiao let himself be pulled along to Venti's side, even as they walked wanting to feel and be closer. Venti always had given the Adeptus a sense of calm and ease, from their first meeting in Dihua Marsh, even to now. Though perhaps amidst Xiao's drunkenness and Venti's giggling it was less calm and more joy.

"I do not know if anyone else has heard me laugh," Xiao mused softly with another soft chuckle, "I suppose you're another exception on that front as well." As they continued to walk, hand in hand, Xiao found himself leading Venti off into the unknown distance. He vaguely knew where Liyue was, walking now in the opposite direction. Xiao had no sense of how long they walked, both comforted and kept occupied by the feeling of the Archon's hand in his, the lilt to his voice as he spoke.

The very beginning of a sunrise began as the Adeptus finally reached what was essentially the edge of Mondstadt, overlooking the vast ocean as it reflected shimmering gold. To Xiao, still drunker than he had hoped, it was proof of further goodness and kindness in the world, this small moment of natural beauty.

"I love you," Xiao spoke gently for the first time in a while, his eyes still fixated on the view in front of him. If there was only one other proof to the universe's benevolence, it was the man beside him.

Venti's eyes sparkled as he gazed at the other. For the first time, probably ever, Xiao's expression showed pure contentment. Squeezing the Adeptus' hand lightly, he moved to hold it in his other hand as he wrapped himself around Xiao from behind, "Hmm...I love you more." Venti rested his head against the other's shoulder, sighing softly. It truly did feel unreal, and Venti thought he was dreaming. Everything felt so easy, so light.

All of the uncertainty and angst from the past, although still buried, was forgotten in the moment, as if it was far behind them. "If you really meant what you said...about starting anew, then I am blessed. It means so much to me that you let me back into your life and your heart. Thank you." he moved to stand in front of Xiao, careful not to obstruct his view and leaned in to kiss his neck softly, "I adore you, Alatus. I only ever wish for you to feel free and happy." ntertwining his fingers with Xiao's, he lifted their hands up slightly, wrapping his free hand around the other's waist. Venti kept his gaze low as he pulled the Adeptus closer, smiling softly, "dance with me."

Xiao flushed all of a sudden feeling Venti so close. They had been pressed against each other all evening, so the Adeptus wondered why now he was feeling embarassed. Ah, he realized, Venti was truly seeing him now, no longer the yaksha that needed a savior, or the man who had never felt love, or the scorned lover.

Instead he was seeing Alatus in all of his darkness in light, in a way Xiao had never even thought of himself. It was overwhelming, to have someone know you so well, to know every inch of your mind. Yet when Venti pulled him close to dance, any and all concerns dissipated into the morning wind, leaving behind only the warm glow haloing the Archon's face. Xiao let his hands reach up, one to rest gently on Barbatos' shoulder, the other still cupped in his hand. It was a stance he had seen mortals take often, but one he never bothered to actually learn himself. Chuckling once more, Xiao glanced down nervously at their shoes, "Barbatos I do not know how to dance."

Venti giggled quietly before kissing the tip of Xiao's nose, "It's easy. You don't really have to learn, it's about how you feel." he stepped closer to Xiao and looked into his gaze warmly, "Just relax, that's the most important part. Focus on me and breathe." moving his hand further up the other's back to bring him closer, he began moving softly, "See? It's not so hard now is it?" he kissed Xiao gently before leaning back to meet the other's gaze.

In the warm glow of the rising sun, Xiao's eyes shone more than ever and Venti couldn't help but become lost in them. Every inch of the Adeptus was beautiful: every scar, every perfect imperfection. Venti was more in love with him than he could ever imagine possible. He was known as the god of love, and though he did often wonder what it would be like to fall in love, it was not something he thought would ever be possible for himself.

But now it seemed they were destined to find each other. Every single one of their actions, every word, every thought led them to this moment, and he wouldn't take anything back, not if it got him where he was now. Venti leaned in to kiss Xiao tenderly before resting his head on his shoulder and let his eyes close, "You're a natural."

Xiao let himself ease into the slow dance and movement. It felt as though he had no control over his body, mind too lost in the way the sunlight brightened Venti's hair, the flush painted across Venti's cheeks, the shine of his eyes.

The Adeptus allowed himself to be moved and swayed by his love. Time could have stopped there, and Xiao would have considered himself the luckiest being in Teyvat. Venti was here, they had each other finally after so long of chasing and worrying. And Venti had him, in every way that Xiao could think to give himself over, heart, body, and soul, he wanted Barbatos to have all of it. He closed his eyes as he felt the bard lean in for a kiss before coming closer to Xiao.

Xiao let the arm around Venti's waist tuck them closer together as his own head dropped to rest on Venti's shoulder as well. The only sound left was the soft crunch of their shoes on the grass as the pair continued to sway, to dance, and the whipping of the wind along the cliffside. Xiao broke the silence next, "I love you, and I want to be yours for as long as I am here."

Xiao's words brought tears to Venti's eyes and he pulled him closer, "I love you, and I want you to be mine for as long as you want to be." as with everything else in his life, Venti wanted to show Xiao true freedom, even when it came to him. It wasn't so much that Venti thought Xiao would ever want to leave-in fact he knew Xiao would never want to. But Venti would take every chance to remind him that their relationship was not one of debt or bonds, it lacked formal structure and that was okay.

He didn't want Xiao to be hopelessly devoted to him to the point where he started to feel like an obligation to the Adeptus. And in the long run he wasn't sure if he could provide Xiao more than these short, serene moments, seemingly eternities apart. He raised his hand to run his fingers through Xiao's hair soothingly, "I want this moment to last forever...I’m so happy when I’m with you. No one deserves your love. It's too generous." He moved his hand to cup Xiao's cheek gently, studying his features lovingly.

Xiao eased into Venti's words and touch, knowing them to be honest and true. The Adeptus knew what the bard truly meant, he could read the concern behind his bright eyes clearly. The fear that he was an additional burden, an additional obligation in hopes of karmic repentance. Yet Xiao felt tugging inside of him the immense strength of his truth. There was no reason why he loved Venti, no rationale behind his devotion.

Well, perhaps that was a lie. The rationale was right in front of him, the kindness of Venti's words, his touch, the way Venti made him feel, that was rationale enough for selfless devotion. Xiao could feel a few tears starting to form, overwhelmed again by his feelings.

He mimicked Venti's movements, bringing a free hand to cup his cheek as well, and whispered gently with a small smile, "Your love is what makes me want to be generous, Barbatos. I want to give you myself for the rest of eternity, not because I owe you such, but because I want to." he pulled their foreheads to lean against each other as they swayed to the invisible music. The Adeptus, still perhaps a bit too tipsy, wasn't sure what he meant when he said those words, only knowing in that moment that they were true

Venti's eyes widened slightly before he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch, "You're...you.......you know I can never find the right words with you..." he blushed softly and kissed Xiao's palm, "you're..." He sighed and laughed, moving to kiss Xiao's lips gently, "You're too good for words." He moved his hands up Xiao's arms and shoulders to cup his face, leaning closer before his voice dropped to barely above a whisper against Xiao's ear, "They could never even come close to having the ability to explain how deep my feelings for you are." Venti trailed a finger down Xiao's neck and chest before intertwining their fingers once again, "Though I suppose touch works just as well..."

His gaze met the other's and he smiled warmly with a twinkle in his eye, "Wouldn't you say so, Alatus?" The bard kissed Xiao's cheek gently, "My love, the sun has already set. We came to look at the stars, did you forget?"

Xiao flushed as he listened, for someone who claimed that he could never find the words, Venti always seemed to say the right things to ease any lingering worries Xiao may have had left. He shuddered at the touch, letting a few of the tears drop from his face as he felt Venti's lips across his skin. Somehow that felt just as, if not more soothing, in that moment to the Adeptus.

Xiao let a hand wander into Venti's unbraided hair, combing through it softly, "I believe I asked you to show me the beauty of Mondstadt. That has been accomplished." There was something soft and gentle about this moment, Xiao feeling the sudden panic that he would break it all. He was not one meant for kind and delicate things, much less relationships. But he couldn't help feeling selfish, wanting more. Cupping the bard's face in his hands, Xiao pressed their lips together, a quiet act of love and gratitude for all Barbatos was in his life, a friend, a lover, a partner.

Venti sighed into the kiss, tangling his fingers in Xiao's hair and pulling him closer. It was obvious to the bard when Xiao tensed up, bulled back mentally, and every time he did Venti made sure to assuage his worries. He let go of his hair momentarily to pull them to the ground gracelessly, laughing quietly as he settled himself against the Adeptus. He placed gentle kisses down Xiao's temple and jaw, tangling their legs together as his hands made their way into his hair once again, "Xiao...you have no idea how much I’ve missed being in your arms."

He kissed the other slowly, pulling him as close as possible as he sighed again in contentment, "I never feel more safe or loved. Your embrace is very distinct you know, it's protective, but also timid." He rested his forehead against the other's, speaking softly, "I’m yours you know? You can be protective of me, and hold me as if you'll never let go..." He pulled back, eyes looking over soft lips before meeting the other's gaze, "With you it's okay. Remember I told you once that I don't feel the fears I thought I would, giving myself to you. I want to be yours and yours only. I want to be yours forever. I've never been sure of many things, but I am sure of that."

The god held the Adeptus' gaze, waiting for his words to sink in, not wanting to make the next move. He played with his hair softly as he waited, trying to pour every ounce of love he had into every simple action.

Xiao chuckled softly as he was brought down by Venti, trying to soften their fall before realizing that Venti really didn't care about landing softly. Xiao closed his eyes with a gentle smile as he felt Venti surround him with warm kisses and kind words.

Bringing one hand to rest on the Archon's waist, Xiao opened his eyes, meeting Venti's intense gaze with equal strength, "I have missed you too, so much." He tightened his hold on Venti, letting the protectiveness the bard had spoken about take control a bit. Slowly he pressed long, loving kisses across Venti's face and neck, returning the love and passion back to him.

"I am certain too, there's nothing in this world I want as desperately as to be yours," Xiao let his fingers thread through Venti's hair as he spoke, the Adeptus still feeling shy and unable to meet the other's gaze as he spoke so candidly about his feelings. It still felt strange after so long to still need Venti so much, to want his presence after all that occurred. And yet, Xiao did. He cupped Venti's face in his hand as he brought their lips together roughly, an act of need.

A small gasp escaped Venti at the Adeptus' change in manner, and he quickly returned the desperation, wrapping his arms around Xiao and turning them so he was under the other's weight, "I am certain there's nothing in this world I want as desperately as you." His voice was low and quiet, his words only for Xiao to hear. He leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he admired the man above him, "So pretty,” Venti took his time to admire every inch of his face before brushing his thumb over his lips.

And as he saw the other blush softly the only thing on his mind was his need to shower the Adeptus in praise, to see him flustered, to show him how much he was adored and admired, "I love discovering all of the pretty expressions you make..." His gaze met the other's again as he anticipated the deep blush that would soon spread across his cheeks, "Like the one you're making now!" His hand held Xiao's chin now, firm but gentle, "I’ve never met anyone so mesmerizing, so hypnotizing~ my muse..." His free hand now trailed down Xiao's chest and stomach before meeting his lips in a passionate kiss.

Xiao pouted as he felt the bright red cover his face. Venti was staring at him so intensely, Xiao felt the need to tuck his face away, all of a sudden feeling quite seen by his love. But the way Venti's whisper sent shivers down his spine pulled Xiao in closer to the Archon. Xiao couldn’t help but let his mind wander for a moment to the last time they were together like this outdoors, flushing in embarrassment and desire as he did.

The Adeptus allowed his arms to frame Venti's face as he returned the kiss with equal need, his mouth dropping open with a light moan. Xiao adored the feeling of Venti underneath him, the softness of his lips. Xiao could feel the alcohol leaving his system, but his head still spun being so close to Barbatos. Xiao pulled away for a moment with a gentle smile, a hand coming up to brush away the dark hair and admiring the kiss-swollen lips. "Love, as much as I adore the Mondstadt landscape, we are no longer in the cover of night."

Venti laughed lightly as he rolled his eyes, already making work of removing his cape, "That doesn't matter." As soon as it fell to the ground, his arms wrapped around Xiao's neck, pulling him closer as he spoke against his lips, "All that matters is how much we want each other right now…" His hands trailed down Xiao's waist to pull his hips up, shifting against the movement and earning a small groan from each of them, "This this is what matters, right?" he gazed into the Adeptus' eyes with desperation and need, "Please, Xiao...don't you want this too?"

He let his hand drop between Xiao's legs, palming him gently as he smiled at the confirmation, "No...you need this, don't you?" he leaned in to bite the other's earlobe roughly, his voice pleading, "It's up to you, Xiao. Say the word and we get up and go. We could try to find somewhere more private, maybe we could find a hotel? And then what if they have no rooms?.....or we can just give over to desire and make love here?" he lifted Xiao's chin with his finger, "You choose. You tell me.”

Xiao's breath caught in his throat as Venti became more bold, soft sighs and moans escaping as he dipped his head down to drop a few gentle kisses at the side of his neck. The thought was nice, to roll around here in love and desire. But the sun was shining now brightly enough that Xiao knew they would be found somehow, even so far away from the city.

Besides, he wanted more with Venti, finally feeling ready to give his whole body to the Archon in the fits of passion, and the grass and dirt was not necessarily conducive to that. So Xiao pulled away and sat up, trying to calm his heart as he began to stand up, pulling the bard up with him. Once the pair were now standing, the Adeptus grabbed Venti by the waist, kissing his cheek, "I want this to be somewhere private, where it's just us."

He interlaced their fingers and began to lead them back to Mondstadt. Now walking at a quicker pace than they had drunkenly the night before, he felt more confident that they would reach an inn or hotel quickly. The fears around what was to come seemed to fall away with each step.

Xiao's words filled Venti with more than just lust, “Somewhere private, where it's just us”. There was something different in the air and Venti wasn't quite sure what Xiao was thinking, but knowing that Xiao had something different in mind made him all the more anxious, "I-.....ugh, fine." He tried to conceal his pouting, holding onto Xiao's arm tightly, he desperately tried to will how close they had just been off his mind.

"I thought you liked making love in nature...it usually is just us though..." His mind was racing and the heat in his stomach had yet to dissipate so to say the least he was an anxious, talkative, nervous wreck, "Mondstadt is my own, but even still I know we have one...maybe two Inns, and they aren't exactly spacious...what if there's no room, what will we do then, Xiao? We'll have to go all the way to Wangshu....I can't go all the way to the inn."

He rested his head against Xiao's shoulder as they walked, rambling on about pointless things until they reached what appeared to be a place to stay. Shoving Xiao forward he gestured to the entrance, "This was your idea, you do the talking.”

 Xiao found himself restless the entire walk back to Mondstadt, intensely aware of the way that Venti’s body was pressed up against his arm, taut and warm. He could tell, too, that the bard was nervous, having figured out what chatter was mindless because he was happy or mindless because he was anxious. It was comforting to know that both of them were cautious about what they wanted here.

Thrust into the first inn they found, Xiao carefully said the conversation he had been practicing in his head the entire walk back, “I would like one room to use as soon as possible and I am able to pay up front now for the remainder of this day. If not, please tell me where I may find lodging.” He was met by a confused look and a loud laugh, the receptionist informing him that everywhere was likely booked for Windblume, but there would be some openings after guests checked out, and to follow up around noon.

Xiao sighed, knowing it wasn’t worth arguing, a booked inn was a booked inn and debating that wouldn’t change the fact. Thankfully, it had now reached about 7:30, which left only four and a half more torturous hours of not having Venti in the way he desired. Xiao thanked the receptionist curtly and left the inn, dropping his head against Venti’s shoulder, hands wrapping around the other’s middle as he relayed what happened with a bright red face, embarrassed by how desperately he longed for Venti’s touch.

A panicked laugh escaped Venti before he groaned, "7:30...how are we..." He pulled away from the Adeptus abruptly before grabbing his hand, dragging him into a nearby alley, "Xiao, how are we supposed to wait that long? I can’t wait that long!" Although his whining seemed silly, his expression showed the real meaning behind his words: Xiao was addicting to Venti in every way, and with the promise of having him so close only to have to wait was torturous. He wanted to kiss him, to be wrapped around him, to show him how much he was loved. All he wanted was to be closer and knowing that it would be hours until that could be was driving him crazy.

He leaned against a nearby wall and pouted, "What are we even going to do today? The city isn't nearly as mesmerizing the morning after such a beautiful event....maybe some taverns will take pity on us and let us buy more of their drinks from last night!" He placed his hands on Xiao's shoulders, smiling mischievously, "I think that's a great idea!" he smiled before looking down and muttering under his breath, "And I don't think I can do this sober."

Xiao sighed in exasperation as Venti pulled him aside. The bard was certainly not the only one feeling frustrated at this moment, though perhaps Xiao, after centuries of being alone knew better how to suppress those feelings. He was somewhat eased by the fact that Venti didn't try to strip him right there in the middle of Mondstadt, as his eyes suggested he might. Xiao let his hands rest gently on Venti's shoulders, meeting his gaze intensely and clearly, "If we wait a few more hours we will have the rest of the day and evening together."

Satisfied that the Archon heard his comment, he allowed himself to be pulled along towards the only bar still open at this hour. Only a few stragglers remained, curled over their pints of beer and bottles of wine. The scent was disgustingly strong, and if it weren't for the fact the pair had hours to kill until they could be alone once more, the Adeptus would have insisted on going somewhere else. Nevertheless, Xiao sat down at the bar beside Venti, taking another one of the cocktails he had enjoyed the night before. He allowed himself the simple pleasure to stare at Venti as he drank, admiring the sheer beauty of the man that loved him so.

Venti sighed in relief as a bottle of wine was placed in front of him, resting his hand on Xiao's thigh as he poured a glass with the other, "Isn't this nice? I know I showed you the beauty of Mondstadt last night, but now you get to experience the lesser known parts I personally love so much."

He grinned at Xiao playfully before he turned back to his glass, slowly brushing his thumb across the Adeptus' leg teasingly, "Although to newcomers the aura of the tavern in these hours may be unwelcoming, repulsive even according to your expression, the taverns of Mondstadt are a place of comfort, a home for those who wander emotionally. Look around and you'll be greeted by the tear streaked faces of poor souls who have nowhere better to go than a tavern at this time of day, as well as the pitiful fools who have yet to leave from the night before." He tried not to laugh as he continued his speech, hoping to entertain the Adeptus a bit, "this place is a home, a sanctuary even to many. And that is why I believe the true beauty of Mondstadt lies in the comfort of its taverns at this beautiful and ungodly hour. You're most welcome for showing you this."

Xiao felt his anxiety peak as he felt Venti's hand against his leg, seeing in his partner's eyes the equal desire and mischief. There were still, unfortunately, hours to go until they could have time alone. So Xiao instead sipped his wine slowly, hand reaching down to squeeze on top of the bard's as he spoke. "I am not repulsed by taverns," Xiao narrowed his eyes, returning Venti's clear teasing "After all this is the third one we have been to in less than a day's time."

It was amusing, though, to see Venti pontificate on the beauty of taverns as they were surrounded by hungover drunkards. Quietly, Xiao wondered if they looked to be the same. And yet the Adeptus found himself drawn back again into the wonder of Venti's eyes, lost in them as the other spoke. Once he heard the other stop, Xiao gave a soft smile and a squeeze to his hand, "I do not know of many taverns such as this in Liyue, but if you would like to try and find them sometime, I would join you in that."

Venti's eyes lit up at Xiao's offer, "Really, Xiao? You mean it? I would love that so much!" he reached up to cup the Adeptus' cheek with his free hand, smiling softly. He knew it wasn't often, if ever, that Xiao went into the city, so if he was offering to go with Venti he couldn't dare let up on the opportunity.

"It means so much to me that you let me show you things." His expression softened, "You deserve to experience all of the simple pleasures of life. I know I repeat myself but you've repented enough, Xiao. It's time for you to live, so let's live together?" He leaned in to place a quick kiss to Xiao's cheek before turning back to his wine, "I’m relieved they let us get you another drink, but we'll find some stuff on the standard menu you like sometime." He felt himself blush at his words, as they implied there would be more of this. Although he wasn't sure if that were true he couldn't help but dream.

Xiao leaned into Venti's touch, the wine softening him to public affection and to Barbatos' words. Had he repented enough for all the violence he brought into this world? Xiao couldn't bring himself to think so. But perhaps he had paid back all that Venti had done. He may not be able to live as free and easy as mortals, but he could see a world now in which he at least found relative freedom in Venti's arms.

"It is a shame, though, there is no almond tofu on the menu. Perhaps they have something similar, but I might need to try a few places,” Xiao reached his hand out to rest on Venti's leg now, a silent confirmation to the other that, yes, there would be more of this. Xiao wasn't sure when or how often, but he no longer wanted a future that didn't involve these precious moments with the Archon. Finishing his drink, Xiao glanced over at Venti, "I believe we have wasted one hour which leaves three and a half left. Shall we go somewhere else or order more drinks and food here?"

Venti's expression turned grim at Xiao's observation, "Three hours..." he sighed before finishing his drink, thinking for a moment before grinning, "Maybe we should leave the city? We could do some nice sight-seeing? I’m sure he could find some nice, quiet places." He leaned in close to Xiao as he spoke, and although his words were lighthearted and teasing, his eyes portrayed his genuine interest in the idea.

Hoping to show even further the desire and desperation he felt, he let his hand trail further up his leg, thankful that the staff was too busy cleaning and preparing for the upcoming day to notice. He giggled quietly as he watched Xiao blush at the invasion of space before pulling away altogether and standing up, "I can't take sitting here and having to look at you in this dim lighting any longer, it's driving me crazy. You lead the way."

His breath caught in his throat as he felt Venti inch closer, all the desire and passion from earlier that morning flooding back throughout his body. "Love, even the most private of outdoor spaces are still......within view," Xiao leaned forward as he whispered. It wasn't that he didn't want to be with Venti in that moment, every fiber of his being was telling him to hold and have Barbatos there in the tavern.

But Xiao was far too aware of their surroundings, and far too aware of the fact that he wanted the quiet and precious privacy between them. Still, the Adeptus stood and took Venti's hand in his, leading the other outside the tavern. While not entirely private, there did seem to be some lovely greenery just outside the city walls, overlooking cider lake. He knew, based on the hungry look in the bard's eyes that it wouldn't really be satisfactory, but Xiao wanted to persist until they had a hotel room.

Venti laughed loudly as he followed the Adeptus. It always amused him when Xiao responded to his teasing in such a serious manner. As they approached the lake he sighed, thankful for the feeling of fresh air and soft grass. He sat near the edge of the water, observing a group of ducks in the distance intently as he waited to feel Xiao's presence next to him, "Do you ever take a moment for yourself?" He didn't meet the other's gaze as he spoke, not wanting to make him feel overwhelmed in any way, "Do you ever sit for a moment and breathe? Or meditate? Or even just appreciate the beauty of nature?"

He ran his fingers over the grass as he spoke, looking around at the scenery in front of them and squinting in the brightening sunlight, "Much of your time is spent in wearying battle, taking care of yourself mentally is important to balance that, you know." The past few hours had felt relaxed and comforting in a way they never had before, and Venti wanted to uphold the comfort and ease between them.

Maybe it was the alcohol on an empty stomach, or the peacefulness of the way Venti looked in this moment, that made Xiao sit behind him, his arms wrapped around the Archon's middle and head resting against his shoulder. There was something about the past hours, the way they had both seemed to let go of preconceived notions and history to just be with each other, that made Xiao want to shower his love in love. It felt both acutely strange but comforting at the same time.

The Adeptus hummed in response to Venti's questions, "No, not really. I think the first time I was given a moment to myself was when you played for me that first time." That memory was no longer shrouded in guilt and unworthiness. Now it seemed in Xiao's recollections to be the beginning of the inevitable that brought him to love and freedom. "Besides, I could ask the same of you. And getting so drunk in a tavern you cannot feel does not count," he teased gently, pressing a quick kiss to the Archon's cheek as he did.

A nervous laugh escaped Venti as he rested his head back against Xiao's shoulder, "I take lots of time for myself, thank you very much." He let his eyes close and sighed softly, "In fact, I needed to learn to appreciate my own company, or at least try to, since I’m practically always alone." He pulled Xiao's arms tighter around him for comfort and grounding, "I feel you tensing up. It's nothing to worry about. It's only natural and inevitable for a god to be isolated, and as the god of freedom who so loosely maintains control over his people I can't help but feel far away from them despite the fact that I spend most days among them."

It must have been the calmness in the air and the safety of Xiao's embrace that made Venti feel comfortable enough to open up like this, but he appreciated having the chance to tell Xiao things that wouldn't usually come up, "Before you it felt like I was alone for an eternity. There has only been one other person aside from you who has made me feel like maybe I’m not insignificant in this world."

Xiao frowned, holding Venti tighter as the other spoke of loneliness. It wasn't that Xiao did not understand, he knew that pain far too well. It was one he would never wish for Venti to endure. The bard had been Xiao's savior in so many ways, showing him the value of life and love. He grounded Xiao, and the Adeptus wanted to be the same for him. He allowed his hands to rub comforting circles up and down Venti's side, a reassurance that he could be vulnerable and honest without fear that Xiao would leave. It seemed like they were approaching an old, but sensitive wound, a well of grief and pain that had been closed for so long. Venti had shared much about himself before, but this was new. Gently, and just above a whisper, Xiao asked, "Who was this other person?"

A quiet sigh came from Venti as he thought for a moment, although the memories were shrouded by grief and guilt, in this moment he wasn't overwhelmed by it, instead he was comfortable focusing on the happier moments with his friend, "I had a friend, a very very long time ago-before I was a god. At the time I was just a wind spirit, like many you see around here. I was always alone before then, though I can't remember that time very much anymore." he laughed quietly at the confession, it was hard to believe that at one point he was small, so, as he thought, insignificant. "he found me one day and he showed me kindness, calling me his friend and taking care of me. We grew very close very quickly and we spent most of our time together. But he died in the fall of old Mondstadt, right before I became a god. Although our time together was very short, his kindness was never forgotten to me."

Xiao listened quietly, the okay sound his breath against Venti’s neck. The Adeptus felt Venti stiffen and relax in his arms. He knew that feeling, the panic of fear and guilt, to the ease of knowing that you were safe now. Venti had been the one holding him for centuries, after all. When he heard Venti finish, Xiao tightened his hold on the Archon, squeezing him and firmly planting a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” was all he could say. Venti was just as shut away as Xiao was, and the Adeptus was grateful to be let in even just an inch further. He relaxed once more, his hands moving to rest both on Venti’s legs as he chuckled quietly, “I cannot imagine you as a small wind spirit, Barbatos. Though I’m sure it was quite adorable.”

Venti blushed deeply, turning away from the other in an attempt to hide it, "Stop that, you're embarrassing me." He pulled Xiao closer though, laughing quietly. The air was cool and relaxing and Venti couldn't help but feel emotional at the domestic feel of it all, "This is really nice. Being here together like this," he turned back to nuzzle his cheek against Xiao's, "It's so easy, so comfortable. I want to spend more time like this." He felt selfish asking for it, knowing the Adeptus' obligation and commitment to his duties, knowing that every moment he spent away from his work most likely made him uneasy and possibly guilty, but Venti wanted him to know that he was just as happy as the other could possibly be in this moment. He wanted Xiao to know that he also partook in these hopeless fantasies, about living simply together, about forgetting their worries and responsibilities. There was nothing he wanted more than to be with each other uninterruptedly, to spend their lives together in the most literal way possible.

Xiao sighed happily, pressing a few more brief kisses across Venti’s face, “I know. I want that too,” he tucked his head to curl into Venti’s neck. It was simple to give over to comfort and ease with Venti here. But it did not eliminate all of the sorrows weighing down Xiao’s soul. He knew as much and knew Venti was aware, that this fantasy could never be. But Xiao longed for it still, and clung to that hope. Xiao lazily lavished kisses across the side and back of Venti’s neck, wanting to savor quite literally every quiet and gentle moment they had together. They would be rare but perhaps through the eternity of their existence, there would be enough to satisfy them.

Venti reached back to tangle his fingers into Xiao's hair, gently brushing through the soft locks, "Maybe we can do this more? Take time for ourselves together?" he pondered out loud before sighing softly feeling Xiao's lips on his neck. Although he guessed the gesture was meant to be domestic and sweet, it only reminded him of what they were putting off.

He leaned away to turn to face Xiao, settling on his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck, thankful they had chosen a place well hidden behind the city walls to relax, "How much longer do you suppose?" he pouted before placing gentle kisses along Xiao's jaw and neck, "I want to show you how much I love you now..." he pulled away to carefully study every detail of Xiao's expression before kissing him languidly, trying to express every emotion he felt in that moment.

Xiao's hands trailed down Venti's back, until he could rest them just above the bard's hips, wanting to both pull him closer, needing more, and pushing him away, all too aware of how public their setting was. But Venti's lips were so soft and intoxicatingly sweet. The Adeptus returned this kiss with equal passion and love before pulling away slowly. Xiao brushed his hand across the Archon's face as he spoke, "Love, I would think we still have two more hours or so." he held onto Venti's hand, reaching up to press a few soft kisses to his knuckle.

Venti sighed sadly before pushing Xiao onto his back and rolling off of him. He intertwined their fingers as he looked up at the sky, trying to decipher various shapes among the clouds, "Have you ever had a friend?" He knew the tragedy of the story of the Yakshas well, but he wanted to know Xiao's own feelings, untainted by romanticized stories or theories, "Were you and the other yakshas close?" Venti squeezed Xiao's hand reassuringly as he spoke, inching his body over so it was pressed against Xiao's side more closely, "You don't have to go into detail, or even talk about it if you don't want to, I just wonder..."

Xiao intertwined their fingers, giving a reassuring squeeze. He knew Venti never pressed or asked too much of Xiao, wanting to see the Adeptus willing to open up. For all that Xiao had told Venti over the years, he never once talked about the yakshas, "They were friends, I think." Xiao paused, trying to find the right words, "I don’t know if I ever considered them to be such at that time, I did not understand what friendship was," Xiao turned onto his side to face Barbatos, "I did not know of friendship before you, love."

A soft smile crossed Venti's face, "I am relieved you at least had them for company, even if you didn't realize it then." he turned onto his side to kiss Xiao's cheek softly before resting his head on the grass, "I wish for you to never feel isolated, and as I said I have only had one friend before...but something I’ve never had was love. You showed me what it is to love and to be loved." He tilted the other's chin up to meet his gaze, "And it's so unlike anything I ever imagined. It's not exactly that I believed in fairytales or anything like that but with us, it has been hard, to say the least. I've never felt pain as deep as the pain I felt when I thought I’d lost you. But in the same sense I have never experienced happiness as I have with you. You've shown me so many new things, thank you."

Xiao flushed gently at the affection, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden by Venti's affection and love. It still felt strange and odd to have Venti fawn over him in this way, to tell him he was worth something. It was a foreign concept but one that when said by someone so genuinely good, and kind, Xiao couldn’t help but want to believe. He let a hand come to trace gently against Venti's features, his cheekbones, and jaw, speaking quietly, "I should be the one thanking you, for giving me all that my existence currently is. If it were not for you I would never know peace in this world."

Venti's eyes widened then softened as he smiled, "Xiao, you should give yourself more credit. You never fail to move me to tears when you tell me things like that." He leaned over the other, running his fingers through his hair softly as he kissed him, gentle and loving. He didn't stop either, despite Xiao's protests, intertwining their fingers to pin his arm down when he tried to push him away, only finally pulling away when he was out of breath. He laughed softly, admiring his lover carefully, "You're so beautiful. Every part of you amazes me." He placed gentle kisses across Xiao's cheeks, nose, forehead, just ghosting over his lips before trailing them down his jaw and neck, showering him in all of the affection he could muster in that moment.

Xiao inhaled sharply as he felt Venti's kisses trail, his partner holding his hands down. Xiao was putty under Venti's touch and he knew it well. At first he had felt so undeserving of the kindness and love, and while a part of him still nagged at him, saying that false belief was true, Xiao would give himself over to Barbatos' love in a second. Finally Xiao detangled their hands, one coming up to thread through the dark locks with a sigh, "Love, it's still so early." he wanted desperately for it to be noon already, to have the quiet and peace of time together, but he knew that they were still a while away.

Venti pulled away and laughed loudly, tilting Xiao's chin up with his finger, "What makes you think my intentions were anything but innocent?" he laughed again before kissing the Adeptus' cheek, "I wasn't attempting to initiate anything, Xiao. Is your mind really that focused on how excited you are for tonight?" He once again kissed Xiao's jaw before pulling away, all of his attention focused on watching the other blush, "it's so easy to make you flustered, and I’m happy I get so many opportunities to see you blush so beautifully."

Xiao scoffed at the comment, teasingly pinching one of Venti's cheeks before kissing the spot, "I assume that because I know you, and if anyone has a penchant for making love in public it would be you, Barbatos." Xiao smirked a bit as he blushed. Xiao still wasn't quite sure what he wanted for that afternoon, when they would finally be alone together. He only knew he wanted to give all of himself to Venti, to love him purely and passionately. At the thought, Xiao turned an even brighter shade of red and let his face tuck into Venti's neck with a sigh, "I don’t believe anyone else makes me blush, truthfully."

A shocked and offended look crossed Venti's face as he grabbed Xiao's face in his hand, "Hey! What is that supposed to mean?" He pouted before looking away dramatically, "I do not have a penchant for making love in public, it's just a coincidence that it always happens like that." The god squeezed Xiao's face gently before falling onto his back, "And you're just as much to blame, Alatus. In fact, I think you might be projecting your own preferences onto me." He pinched Xiao's arm before turning away from him, pulling the Adeptus' arm around his waist before running his fingers over the grass, "What do you want to do now?"

Xiao chuckled quietly to himself, pleased by Venti's pouting. He felt a warmth creeping across his chest as he enjoyed the domesticity of the moment, the joy of simple banter and teasing. Xiao allowed himself to be pulled across Venti's side, head resting on the other's chest, rising up and down, listening carefully to his breath. He let his hand wander up and down Venti's side, "If I had to guess I would say," Xiao squinted up at the sky, tracing how far the sun had gotten, "We still have a little over an hour left. Would you like to have some food and more wine?" The Adeptus moved to rest his chin on Venti's chest so he could look up at the bard.

Venti smiled brightly, "Yes, please!" he sat up slowly and kissed Xiao's forehead, "You're really picking up on my way of life, huh?" The bard wrapped his arms around Xiao's neck to kiss him one last time before standing up and offering his hand, "We'll go to my favorite, I’ve been wanting to show you but I frequent it to the point of them-" he cut himself off as he pulled Xiao to stand with him, "Actually, it's fine. Maybe with you as company they won't say anything; you are quite intimidating."

He laughed quietly before leading the way to angel's share, talking about their various drinks and which ones might interest the Adeptus while apologizing for the fact that the drinks he had grown fond of were only limited and offering to try to learn how to make them himself.

Xiao shook his head slightly as he stood, taking Venti's hand firmly in his, "I suppose your way of life is easier. I would suggest you try mine for a day but I don't believe that would relaxing or romantic at all."

He wondered briefly, though, what Venti was like as a fighter in his Archon form. He had of course heard tales of Barbatos, and having been in the Archon war as well, was vaguely familiar of his strength. And yet still, Xiao couldn't help but wonder. He tossed the idea aside in favor of listening to Venti patter on about their drinks.

By the time they reached the next bar, Xiao could feel the bard tense beside him. He stopped, and cast a worried glance, "What's wrong?" Realization crossed his face, "Venti what did you do in this bar before?"

Venti laughed nervously before turning his face, avoiding Xiao's gaze, "Nothing! Nothing, just 'spend too much time here', and...occasionally I steal some things?" he clasped his hands together nervously, slowly inching further away from the other, "And...from their winery as well...and I am also in more debt than I could ever possibly imagine paying off...specifically to this tavern alone." A sheepish smile spread across his face as he snuck a glance to Xiao before turning back to the door, "But they always forgive me...after a while when they're not mad at me anymore. It's been this way for generations, it's fine."

Xiao sighed, perhaps playing up the dramatics a bit too much , just to tease his love. "I’m sure tales are told then of the menace bard that steals wine," Xiao squeezed Venti's hand gently before entering angel's share.

The tavern was certainly busier than the one they had been at in the morning, now mostly riddled with people chatting over a meal and wine. Without the alcohol in his system from the previous night, the Adeptus had to steady himself a bit more for the amount of people around them. He simply reminded himself that it would not be too much longer until he and Venti could be alone.

Venti noticed Xiao tense up immediately, squeezing his hand reassuringly before quickly leading him up the stairs to a secluded table, "I’m sorry, I forgot about how busy it can be here," his expression was only slightly worried before it melted into a soft smile, gently brushing his thumb over the Adeptus' cheek once they were sitting, "But you're okay. I won't let anything happen to you or anyone else, I promise." Venti wished to tell Xiao that he had no reason to worry, that he couldn't imagine him ever hurting someone, but he figured there must be some deep rooted cause for his fear and he wouldn't push it, "I’m going to get us food and drinks, you stay here and I’ll be right back."

Xiao felt himself relax at Venti’s touch once more, focusing all of his attention on the bard and not the people around him. As he waited for the food and drinks, the Adeptus let himself observe the crowded tavern, picturing how generations of Mondstadt had come and gone, Venti the only constant here. Xiao knew that loneliness and guilt well, all of a sudden glad that he had found someone who experienced this particular sadness too. Seeing Venti return pushed aside any dark and anxious thoughts. Instead, Xiao reached a hand out to hold onto the Archon as he took a first sip or the wine, “It’s not half bad.”

Venti smiled in relief, "I’m glad! We have an eternity to find things you like," he caressed the Adeptus' cheek gently before holding his hand in his own, "And speaking of, while they don't have almond tofu here, I got a plethora of sweet things I thought you might like!" Venti moved a plate full of small desserts close to the other and tilted his head curiously, "You don't have to try them, of course. But I didn't want you to feel left out and you've been trying so many new things why stop there?"

Xiao nodded, flushing at how Venti remembered his love of almond tofu. Though given the fact it's the only human food the Adeptus had every eaten around him, shouldn't be too surprising. Xiao sampled a few of the small desserts, finding one cream pastry-like one to be particularly good. "It's nice. I...I like it. Thank you, love," Xiao smiled softly as he drank more of his wine and finished off the sweet in front of him. Venti was so kind to him, Xiao felt unworthy of it, but knew that the bard would likely say the same about him as well.

Venti ran his fingers through Xiao's hair softly, appreciative for their secluded table, "Xiao, thanking me for this is silly, it's just food. Plus you've been spoiling me all night, this is the least I can do." he shook his head, smiling in endearment, "Being shown the bare minimum of kindness is not something that warrants gratitude. You're worthy of better than that, you deserve more than that."

The god's expression was somber and he frowned softly, "Xiao, don't thank me for love." it was all he felt he had to say to get his point across. Loving Xiao felt selfish, knowing how he loved so wholly, so intensely, and although Venti knew he loved Xiao the same, he couldn't help but feel entirely undeserving of it, unable to imagine how he could ever make Xiao feel as treasured as he did.

Xiao hummed softly as he felt Venti's touch calming him. As much as he knew Venti meant those words, and as much as he trusted Venti, he still wanted to show his thanks, his love. The Adeptus knew that this feeling was not just his, but Venti's as well. Often their love felt too much, overwhelming Xiao and he could sense it was the same for the bard. "I know, but I want to thank you anyway," Xiao leaned in for a soft, slow kiss before pulling away and finishing off his rather large glass of wine.

Venti sighed in faux annoyance, caught off guard by Xiao's kiss but quickly melting into it. He let a hand cup the Adeptus' cheek, dragging it on a bit longer before he felt him pull away, "But-" he stopped speaking abruptly to watch Xiao finish his drink with an amused look his face, "Wow. Are you in a hurry, Xiao?" Venti giggled quietly as he gazed at the other mischievously, looking away after a moment to finish his own drink as well.

Xiao shook his head a bit, before letting his hand dip below the table to rest on Venti's thigh. The wine was hitting his system quickly, and he was finding himself more brave and brazen than he usually was.

He had found himself relatively patient the entirety of the morning, aware that they couldn't simply be with each other in the way they wanted. But Xiao found the pull, the need, stronger than he had before. "And what if I am?" he pressed another quick kiss to Venti's temple before pouring himself another glass of wine.

Venti whimpered softly at the contact, clasping his hand over Xiao's in shock. The action was unexpected to say the least and Venti was truly at a loss for words. Leaning back in his seat, he eyed Xiao carefully, feeling his stomach tighten seeing his lover act in confidence, no longer held back by his usual anxieties. After a moment his breathing steadied and he leaned forward again, letting go of Xiao's hand to pour the rest of the bottle into his glass, his need to be with Xiao more prominent and frustrating than it had been at all over the time of their wait.

He could feel a flush crossing his face as he sipped slowly at his, he hand still resting on Venti's thigh. It felt as if it were some sort of grounding for the Adeptus, to not just know Venti was near but feeling him there. That, coupled with the fact that his desire for them to be alone together was growing with each second, meant Xiao's patience was wearing thin. As he drank the wine, no longer really tasting the alcohol he hummed contentedly, "I’m quite glad I came to visit Mondstadt, it has been a joy to really see this city."

Venti nodded nervously, once again placing his hand over Xiao's, though this time he dragged it upward, innocently focusing on his drink to hide the sly smile creeping onto his face. As much as he enjoyed Xiao's confident gestures, he was interested so see how far he could push the Adeptus, and how he would react. Venti set his drink down and leaned closer to the other, placing his on hand on Xiao's thigh as well, "I’m so happy you came too, it means so much to me that you enjoy it here." He kissed the other's cheek softly, squeezing his thigh enthusiastically, "I do hope that when you go you'll be anxious to return."

Xiao breathed in sharply as he could feel Venti pushing the limits of what was appropriate in public once more. Still, Xiao didn’t want to be the one to back down from the implied challenge, and let his hand drift higher until it was tucked into the crease between Venti’s thigh and hip. He gave it a light squeeze back as he smiled gently, “I believe I have ample reason now to return. Though I do want to show you more of Liyue if you would like that ad well.” Xiao flushed as he finished the rest of his glass, noticing now that they had polished off another bottle together, the warm feeling and confidence from the alcohol now coursing through his system.

Venti gasped softly at Xiao's advances, and, grinning softly, moved his hand to rest on Xiao's waist, "You know I’ll take any chance I can to come see you, just say the word and I’m there." he kissed the Adeptus' jaw softly, brushing his thumb over his skin through his top, "Should we open another bottle?" he tilted his head to the side curiously, "And I promise I’ll share it now that you know you like it." It was surprising to see Xiao so comfortable with him, doing so many things that he normally wouldn't. The fact that Venti was able to get Xiao to relax and have fun brought him more joy than he could ever express.

Xiao breath caught as he felt Venti's lips press against him, felt his hands. This was what he was craving, not wine or almond tofu, but this sensation. Still, Xiao glanced over at the clock by the bar, they still had a half an hour left. They could manage, they would have to. Xiao gave one last squeeze to Venti's thigh before removing it and standing up, "I can get us more." as he waited for the bartender to hand him another bottle, Xiao closed his eyes and breathed slowly to slow his heartbeat. Any more sensual kisses from Venti and the Adeptus wasn't sure what would happen. He returned and poured them both ample glasses, sitting next to Venti once more, his hand returning to where it had laid before as he drank.

Venti nodded happily, sighing as he watched Xiao leave. He was relieved to have a moment to breathe, he was so worked up that it was hard to think straight in the other's presence. It only dawned him after a minute that Xiao had gone alone to get their wine. He stood up nervously before realizing that although Xiao was slightly intoxicated, he wouldn't go alone if he wasn't comfortable. Venti watched the clock nervously, hoping Xiao wasn't panicking before he saw him return, a relieved smile on his face, "Xiao! Thank you." when he sat in front of him again he held the Adeptus' cheek gently and kissed him lovingly, pulling back in surprise when he felt Xiao's hand return to its previous position, "Wow, you really have no shame do you?"

Xiao smiled softly against Venti's lips, drawn in by the need for more. When he pulled away, Xiao flushed at the observation of his desperation, moving his attention back to his wine, drinking it slowly. "Love you were fully ready to take me in the woods only a few hours ago, if anyone doesn't have shame, it’s you," he teased gently and gave a squeeze to the Archon's leg.

Still anticipating what would to come, Xiao couldn't help but feel both a bit nervous and a bit excited. He still wasn't quite sure what he wanted, what Venti wanted, but Xiao wanted to give all of himself to the bard. "At least we don't have much long left," he muttered quietly before finishing off another glass and pouring himself another.

A soft blush dusted Venti's cheeks as Xiao recounted his earlier desperation, "What can I say? You're irresistible, I couldn't help myself. Pure, carnal desire can cause people to do irrational things, but you know that well, don't you?"

When his attention was brought back to the time, Venti felt a small bit of panic. It was obvious that this was different than before, and he could tell Xiao was nervous as well. Though he didn't quite know what was in store for their time alone, he hoped he could do everything right and make things perfect for Xiao. He deserved the best, and Venti would do everything he could to make Xiao feel at ease.

Xiao turned bright red at the insinuation but it was true. There was so much that he did or wanted to do that was purely fueled by his desire to be with Venti. He never thought he could love until the bard, in more ways than one. Quickly the Adeptus checked the clock once more, 15 minutes. He began to rub small circles into Venti’s thigh, just longing for the contact between them while they waited for real time alone.

Venti sighed softly at the soothing gesture, pouring the last couple glasses in the bottle for them over the course of their last fifteen minutes. His nerves only grew, but he was able to stay calm thanks to the alcohol. No matter how nervous he was, his excitement far outweighed it and he was desperate to be closer. At this point the only thing on his mind was his desperation to shower the Adeptus in love in care, to show him how fully he was adored and appreciated. As the last couple minutes passed, he grabbed Xiao's hand, eyes full of lust, "Don't worry about paying, I’ll just add it to my tab." He squeezed the Adeptus' hand excitedly as he pulled him from the table.

Xiao was silently glad to have more wine in his system as he felt himself get pulled out of the tavern and towards the inn once more. He felt somewhat embarrassed to be this desperate for his love’s private affection in the middle of the day, but he needed it nonetheless. As they approached the inn, Xiao quickly kissed Venti’s forehead, “Can you ask her?” He nodded to the receptionist, flushing in shame as he remembered that morning, “She said there should be some free now.”

Venti laughed at Xiao's embarrassment, cupping his cheek softly as he spoke against his lips, "You're so cute when you're shy," he tilted his chin up with his finger, admiring his features for a moment before pulling away to talk to the receptionist. Only taking a moment before he walked back with keys in hand, "Come on Vigilant Yaksha, no need to be so scared." He intertwined their fingers, leading them to their room, desperately trying to ignore his pounding heart and racing thoughts.

Xiao shook his head at Venti’s teasing. He did certainly feel somewhat more nervous than he had before. Other times it always felt accidental, their desires and needs taking over in the heat of the moment without much second thought. This though, was purposeful and Xiao wanted it desperately.

As soon as they entered the quaint inn room and Xiao heard the door click behind them he brought one hand up to hold Venti’s jaw softly, the other sliding past the opening in his shorts to rest on his ass. “I’m glad we have privacy now,” he flushed as he spoke quietly, bringing their lips together finally

Venti gasped against Xiao's lips, instantly melting into the affection. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck and kissed him desperately, tugging on his hair gently. This was new: Xiao's confidence, his forwardness, and Venti wasn't sure how to handle it, all he could do was give in and show how equally desperate he was.

He bit the other's bottom lip roughly before leaning away to cup his face, "Me too, it's been too long." Venti pulled Xiao's face closer, kissing him intensely, slowly and clumsily moving them further into the room.

Xiao followed Venti's lead until the pair nearly fell against the bed. It felt different still from any other time they had been like this, it was unbridled joy and desire, and Xiao could not be more grateful for it. He let himself sit at the edge of the bed, pulling Venti into his lap as he did.

The Adeptus looked up at the god in front of him with a blushing smile. He would never get over how wonderful it was to love and be loved. He pulled Venti down to kiss him desperately, mouth already dropped open, begging for more contact, for more of him.

Venti eagerly climbed into Xiao's lap, pushing himself closer, lips desperately finding the other's. He arched his back into Xiao's touch, running his hands down his arms and chest, desperate to feel all of him, "Xiao, you have no idea how happy I am right now," he trailed kisses along the Adeptus' jaw and down his neck, tentatively licking the skin at the base of his neck before biting it softly, "I give you all of myself. I am all yours. Every part of me: mind, body, and soul." He kissed up his neck again until his lips found the other's, pausing the intensity of the moment to kiss him tenderly, as if asking if this was really what Xiao wanted.

Xiao sighed loudly in pleasure under Venti's kisses, his hands both reaching through the opening in his shorts to hold firmly on the Archon. Admittedly, the Adeptus wasn't sure what he wanted except, "I want to give you all of me, in every way possible, love, I want you to have me."

He tucked his head into the crook of the bard's neck, pressing gentle soft kisses across the skin available. The need to feel and be closer was growing stronger with every moment. All Xiao wanted was to feel Venti and his love in and around every part of him. So he pulled the other down for a fierce, aggressive kiss, trying to express this need.

Venti felt a blush spread across his cheeks as he returned the kiss intensely, pushing Xiao onto his back and straddling him better, not breaking the kiss for a second. His hands found their way under the Adeptus's shirt, caressing and teasing him everywhere, desperate to make him melt under his touch.

When he pulled away for breath he spoke softly, "I want the same, no-I need the same." he pushed Xiao's top the rest of the way off before dragging his hands down his chest and stomach slowly, "I need you in every way, all of you, and to give you all of myself." Venti pressed himself against the Adeptus further, whining softly, "we have this room all to ourselves for a while, so let's take our time and give each other all of ourselves with no fear." he lifted his hands to cup Xiao's face, looking into his eyes searchingly.

Xiao turned bright red as he felt Venti already beginning to tease him. He sat up just enough as Venti spoke to remove his shirt, his hands automatically going to rest at the hem of the bard's shirt and cape as well. He kissed gently across the palm of the hand holding his face.

Every part of Venti, in Xiao's mind, deserved to be loved and cherished. His hands slipped underneath Barbatos' corset and blouse, massaging gently the skin beneath it as Xiao pulled him down for a passionate, loving kiss. He still felt unsure of what it was he wanted, all he knew was he longed for more than they had done before. He wanted to love Venti in every way a person could feel loved.

Venti sighed against Xiao's lips, all the more desperate to be closer. He sat up after a moment, eyeing Xiao carefully as he placed the Adeptus' hands on his thighs before reaching behind him to slowly loosen his corset, taking his time purposefully. He wanted to take things slow despite how impatient they were.

Knowing them, they would have each other completely worn out before they knew it, but this time was different than before and he could tell how much it meant to Xiao, so he would make sure everything was done right. As he took his time getting undressed he enjoyed watching Xiao grow more frustrated under him and giggled softly when his lips were finally on the other's once again.

Xiao felt his breath stop as he watched Venti undress before him in his lap. It was a beautiful sight to see, one that the Adeptus was certain he would never get enough of. His hands slowly creeped up the side until his palms laid flat against the soft skin of Venti’s chest. He smiled gently and leaned forward, deeper into their kiss. They had time, yes, but Xiao’s desperation to be closer was getting more by every second. He laid himself back down onto the bed, so the bard would hover above him. He wanted to be good for Venti, to love him in just the right ways the other wanted.

Venti fell against Xiao's chest, hands gripping his neck and shoulders as he grinded against him slowly, whining softly against his lips. He realized now that any naive sense of restraint he thought he had would soon dissolve into pure desperation, but still, he would try his best to hold back, "I love you, Xiao."

He let his hands tangle in Xiao's hair, tugging on it to gain better access to his neck which he marked eagerly. Venti had never known himself to be a possessive person, in fact it went against everything he stood for, but in this moment he wanted nothing more than to cover Xiao in proof that he was his, to show the Adeptus that he would care for him fully. He pressed more of his weight onto Xiao, holding him down gently as he littered his soft skin in bruises.

Xiao groaned as he felt Venti against him, knowing now even more certainly that it would be hard, if not impossible to keep their pace slow for much longer. He wanted to feel Venti, have Venti feel all of him. He melted against Venti's touch and lips, trembling slightly as he felt his skin being bruised. Still, his hands trailed down to grip tightly onto the Archon's hips, holding him in place, to lavish more bruises across his skin.

"Please," he pleaded gently, wanting to feel more of the god on his lap. He threw his head back with a sigh of pleasure. He wanted, no, needed to give himself over to Barbatos' love and desire. It was the only thing clouding his mind at the moment.

Xiao's small whine sent a shiver down Venti's spine and he whimpered quietly himself, pulling away to meet the other's gaze for a moment and nodded slowly. After planting another quick kiss on Xiao's lips he sat up once again to remove the rest of his clothes. His nervousness continued to grow as he tried desperately to steady his breathing while taking Xiao's clothes off, the need to feel skin on skin was becoming overwhelming.

Finally Venti returned to Xiao's lap, wrapping himself around the Adeptus as he turned them onto their sides, "My love, you need to tell me what you want. You don't need to use words but I need to know that we're on the same page." he cradled the other gently, rubbing soothing circles into his shoulder with his thumb as he searched his gaze.

Xiao fell to his side, his arm coming to wrap around Venti's side, desperate to be closer, to feel more, the feeling of Venti's skin pressed against his was sending him into sensation overdrive. He mind was clouded with the desire and longing.

Now with Venti back on his lap, Xiao gazed up softly and offered a smile. He reached to take one of Venti's hands, dropping gentle kisses across each knuckle before looking up at his love once more, "I want you to have me, love, in every and any physical way." the words sounded cheesy coming out of his mouth but admittedly, he wasn't sure how else to describe what he wanted.

Venti sighed softly, moving even closer. His lips found Xiao's again, kissing him both tenderly and passionately. This was what he had been waiting hours for, and it was already succeeding any and every expectation he had prior to. Finally his nerves started to subside as he let himself get lost in the feeling of being entangled with his lover.

All of the emotions and passion of the moment clouded the rational and fearful parts of his mind and he pushed himself closer, deepening the kiss, "I want you to have me too." he reached down to hold Xiao's hand gently, lifting it to place his palm over his heart, "all of me."

Xiao melted under Venti's touch once more, knowing he was not just safe, but adored and loved. He felt comforted knowing that Venti wanted the same, needed to feel that same passion and closeness, perhaps in a way that was different from every other time they had fallen into bed together.

Xiao let the hand now resting on Venti's chest slink up to hold firmly onto the base of his neck, to pull the bard in for a long, deep kiss before pulling away with his face still a bright red , "Love, I don't know what I’m doing here to go further, I know I want you, but you might...." he turned his gaze down, somewhat embarrassed by his entire inexperience even after all the times they had been together, but this was different, "You need to show or tell me."

Venti chased the kiss as Xiao pulled away, pouting until he heard his words. Holding Xiao's face in his hands, he pressed their foreheads together, "Don't worry, my love, I’ll guide you." he kissed him gently before pulling back again, "Nothing can go wrong when we're together. There's no reason to worry, it will all be okay." he gazed into the other's eyes searchingly, tracing his fingers along his jaw and down his neck as he pressed their lips together again.

The archon kept one arm tightly wrapped around Xiao, keeping him close as the other wandered, slowly taking in every inch of his skin, occasionally interrupting the soothing gesture to pinch him teasingly. Venti soon deepened the kiss as he rolled Xiao's nipple between his index finger and thumb, pressing himself closer, desperate to be as close as possible.

If there was anyone that would take care of Xiao in this vulnerable moment, he knew it would be Venti. Nobody else had ever shown him as much delicate kindness and goodness, so much unbridled love. The Adeptus let his hands reach to thread through the back of the Archon's hair, tugging at it slightly. Venti was treating him so well, soft sighs and moans escaped Xiao's mouth as they kissed. His breath hitched at the sudden contact at his nipple, whimpering a needy, "Venti." Xiao dugs his hands into the bard's shoulder blades, pulling them both closer together as he deepened their kiss.

Venti reciprocated the kiss eagerly, moving to press one leg between Xiao's as he leaned over him. He trailed his fingers lower as he kissed down his neck, tempted to mark whatever bare skin was left, but realized Xiao would most likely wish he hadn't come morning. Venti ran his hand down Xiao's side before brushing his fingers over his hip bone lightly, "You're beautiful...truly. I adore you," he cupped Xiao's head gently and pressed their foreheads together, "I want to know everything about you, to appreciate and admire you fully. You're my muse, Alatus. Thank you for showing me the parts of you that no one else sees, I truly am honored."

Xiao chuckled softly, overwhelmed by the love of Venti's words and gentle touches. He groaned at the pressure between his legs, longing to feel more, be closer. "I love you Barbatos," the Adeptus breathed out, his pupils blown out from lust and desire. All he wanted in this moment was the bard beside him, "You are the only one I ever want to be with, the only one I ever want to see me this way, the only one for me ever." Xiao sighed as he finished talking, kissing the other's forehead softly, smiling against his skin. They could have forever now, and even if they didn't they could have more than they had before.

Venti leaned in to the affection, pressing himself even closer, "I want the same. You're the only person I’ve ever loved in my life, and I could never fall for anyone else. I am completely devoted to you. I will be yours forever." He kissed Xiao passionately, sighing softly against his lips, quickly growing anxious for more. He let his hand trail lower until it firmly wrapped around Xiao's length, gasping quietly at his reaction before stroking him gently, not wanting to torture him by drawing the tension out any longer, "You're so pretty, I can't thank you enough for letting me see this side of you."

Xiao felt emotion overwhelming him, putty to his lover’s words and touches. “I am yours forever too, I only want to be yours for as long as I exist. Please make me yours,” it came out half as a plea and a whisper into the crook of Venti’s neck as his hips slowly thrust into the other’s palm. He mouthed roughly at Venti’s neck, knowing he would leave marks come the morning but also certain that the other wouldn’t mind it in the slightest. All the Adeptus wanted in that moment was to give himself over to Venti in love and trust, and to know that Venti would do the same for him. 

At Xiao's words and the feeling of his lips on his neck Venti melted, falling against the Adeptus as he pulled him closer. He released his grip on Xiao to pull him on top of him, whining in pain and pleasure from the feeling of his teeth in his neck. He tried to speak but was interrupted by his own moans and sighs, eventually giving up and pulling Xiao closer, arching his back slightly to roll his hips against him.

After a moment, when he could feel Xiao grow even more restless, he hesitantly pushed him away gently before taking his hand and dragging it down his own stomach slowly. His gaze met the other's, eyes wide from nerves and lust, "You really want to give yourself to me like this? You want to be mine forever and you're sure you won't regret it?"

Xiao was lost in Venti's sounds, the whimpers and groans. It all drew him into the other out of pure need and desire. The Adeptus wanted to be the one to draw more of those sounds out of him, knowing that he too was equally as noisy and needy. Xiao gasped quickly at Venti's movements, his hand following to reach down and slowly stroke his lover as well.

The yaksha continued to press wet, messy kisses across any part of Venti's body he could find in between his words, "I could not give you up decades ago, Barbatos, so I have no intention of trying to push you away again. I want to be yours." He met Venti's gaze hesitantly, knowing in his core how absolutely certain he felt about those words. As much as he desired immediate gratification in this moment, what he longer for further was a promise of forever. Xiao gently brought their lips together, an act of love and sweetness, "Please make love to me dear," he asked, barely above a whisper.

Venti nodded eagerly, returning the kiss as he guided Xiao's hand lower tentatively, more scared than he had been in as long as he could remember. He let out a nervous breath, trying to keep Xiao's focus on his lips, too scared to pull away. Venti quickly deepened the kiss, taking as much time as he could with his movements, always giving his lover the chance to pull away, to change his mind, but in his heart he knew it would be unlikely.

Xiao would do anything for him, willingly too. And although the thought struck fear into his heart, Venti knew it was just as he would do for Xiao. He pulled away slightly for breath, moving his free hand to cup Xiao's neck gently to keep him close as he pressed his fingers against his entrance, gasping quietly as he pulled the other into a passionate kiss, letting go of Xiao's hand completely to tangle in his hair.

Xiao shuddered as he felt Venti leading his hand further down. His heartrate quickened, eased only by the feeling of Venti’s lips against him. There was no danger here, nothing to fear. All that was left was lust and love. Xiao let himself be taken in by Venti, following the other’s every move and suggestion.

The Adeptus could take a hint well enough, and smiled nervously against the Archon’s lips, deepening their kiss as he slowly pressed one finger in. He worked his finger in as slowly as possible, worried he would hurt or injure the man in his arms. Even though he had kissed down there before, Xiao had forgotten how warm and tight Barbatos was, the thought of that sensation around his cock sending shivers up Xiao’s spine. He pulled away for a moment, quickly searching Venti’s eyes, “Is this okay?” He pushed his finger in further.

Venti sighed nervously as he felt Xiao's fingers moving lower, returning his fervor as he kissed him desperately. All of the buildup throughout the day had him on edge, but at this point most of his nervousness was overshadowed by excitement and need. He tried to focus on their kiss, losing himself in the feeling as he tried to slow his rapidly beating heart. He was quickly brought back to the moment, though, gasping as he felt Xiao's finger press into him, all of his focus now on the feeling of how intimate they were in this moment. He wanted to give all of himself to Xiao, and to have all of the Adeptus in return.

More than anything Venti wanted the other to know that he was safe and happy in his arms. He whimpered quietly, bringing his hands to wrap around Xiao's back, fingernails gently digging into his skin, only letting go when he felt Xiao pull away. He pouted, but quickly melted into a shy smile when he saw the sincere expression of gentleness on the Adeptus' face, "Yes, it's okay-it's good." Venti pressed a needy kiss to his lover's lips, whining against them as he felt him push deeper.

Xiao stopped for a moment as Venti gasped and sighed beneath him. This was too much, too quick, the fear of hurting Venti overwhelming all of his other thoughts, superseding his own need. Still feeling uncertain and wavering in all of his actions, Xiao knew he could accidentally hurt the Archon without realizing it, based on sheer inexperience alone. No matter how much Venti could assure him that it was unintentional or that some pain was acceptable, the Adeptus didn’t want their relationship to ever be tainted again by any kind of hurt. But the soft whimpers escaping his lover’s lips eased those anxieties quickly.

Xiao let out a shuddered breath as he returned Venti’s kiss in equal passion, letting his finger curl deeper inside. The Adeptus peppered gentle kisses across the bard’s face as he slowly tried to push in another finger, feeling now truly just how tight and warm Venti was. Xiao blushed at the sensation, the anticipation of what would come. Gently, Xiao pulled away and began to move his fingers, “You need to tell me if this hurts or if this is isn’t what you want or-” he stopped himself, knowing that his own anxieties over intimacy were not necessarily shared by his lover.

Venti pouted as Xiao paused, but quickly grew concerned when he saw that the Adeptus was deep in thought. He waited patiently for Xiao to form words for his feelings, tracing his fingers over his skin soothingly. Surprisingly, the other said nothing but caught Venti off guard as he curled his finger deeper, drawing a low moan from the Archon. His confusion was forgotten for a moment as he became overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to even question Xiao about why he hesitated. Venti pulled the other as close as possible, leaning in to kiss him, only for Xiao to pull away again. Venti leaned in for another kiss, moaning softly against Xiao's lips when he began to move his fingers again.

The mixed signals were making Venti nervous and he couldn't tell if Xiao was trying to tease him or if he was having second thoughts. Then Xiao spoke, and his words filled Venti with concern. Bringing a shaky hand to cup Xiao's cheek, Venti spoke quietly as he gazed up at his lover, "Xiao, I want this more than anything. You're all I’ve ever wanted." he kissed Xiao tenderly, bringing his free hand to curl into his hair, tugging on it lightly as he licked Xiao's lips teasingly, "Focus on this moment."

It was a desperate sort of need that overcame Xiao in that moment. The need to show Venti his love. It wasn’t that the Adeptus ever doubted it. Strangely enough, it was very easy to know that Venti understood Xiao’s affection. In the same way that Xiao sensed and understood Barbatos’ love in a gentle touch, soft melody, or beaming smile, he knew that understanding was reciprocated. And yet as he nearly laid on top of his lover, his fingers stretching and curling deeper, it felt increasingly impossible to express his adoration.

Pressing brief, soft kisses across the pale expanse of Venti’s neck, Xiao sighed, “I’ll try.” He had never been this close to any other being in his life and no matter how good it felt, there was something intrinsically frightening about it. And yet that fear was not because of Venti, rather in spite of it. Nearly everything over the past centuries had been shockingly comfortable and kind, despair-inducing at times, but largely positive. So Xiao did not doubt that Venti would be a kind lover, one who would make sure Xiao was treating him with equal gentleness.

Xiao’s breath was shaken as he settled his head against Venti’s shoulder, his hips slowly rolling against the others thigh as his fingers continued. Like a mantra, the Adeptus kept repeating, “I love you,” hoping the other would come to understand how truly deep and meaningful his affection was.

Venti's lips curled into a shy smile, grateful that Xiao wouldn't notice his blush in their close position, "I love you too, more than you could ever imagine." he tried to stay calm and focused, sensing the stiffness and tension in Xiao's muscles. Venti wouldn't give in until he was sure Xiao felt completely at ease with no worries, but it was proving to be more difficult for him to try to calm Xiao than it was to calm himself, the adeptus' eagerness drawing him closer to the point of no return with every touch, every word.

The bard sighed shakily before breathing in deeply, trying to steady himself only to find he couldn't help how his eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows drawing together in pleasure, indulging for only a second before arching his back enough to put some space between them, "Xiao, your love is selfless..." Venti cupped Xiao's cheek softly with one hand as he moved the other to rest on his hip for a moment, eyes trailing over his love's body, taking his time trying to memorize every detail in this moment before he met Xiao's gaze again, smiling softly, "Give yourself over to pleasure, give yourself to me." the hand on Xiao's hip came to tangle in his hair desperately, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as he pulled him as close as he could, "Let go, Xiao. It's okay to let go, lose yourself in this moment with me."

Xiao chuckled softly against the marks he left on the god’s chest. He could feel the other tensing, the irony apparent in his pleas for the Yaksha to relax. But the taste of his lover’s tongue was convincing enough. He melted into the other’s skin, both need and comfort intermingling inside of him at once.

Gently, Xiao removed his fingers as he sensed the other wanted more. Carefully the Adeptus pulled back, his eyes soft and lidded as he gazed down. Venti was beautiful like this, his hair still undone from its braids and haloed against the plush white comforter. “Tell me what you want my love,” Xiao asked softly, stopping for a moment with a knowing gaze, “And do not say that you want me, I know that, I need to know what you want me to do, as I admittedly have no expertise in this.”

Pale pink dusted Venti's cheeks as his lips quirked into a sheepish smile, "Why don't i take the lead?" he trailed a hand down Xiao's stomach before resting it on his hip, flipping them over so he was hovering over the other. He placed gentle kisses along Xiao's jaw and down his neck, biting down on his skin softly, "You're so pretty like this." he ran his finger over the other's cock lightly, giggling against his skin before gripping Xiao more firmly, stroking him a couple times before finding his lips again. Sighing into the kiss, he moved to run his fingers though Xiao's hair with his free hand, pressing their chests together though there was still space in between them, "I want you to relax and feel good, just hold me."

A shiver rolled down the yaksha's spine as he let himself be moved and handled by the god. As gentle and sweet as the bard was, there was something thrilling to see him like this, the dangerous glint in his eyes that dared desire and power. He gasped suddenly at the touch, his molten core needing more of his lover, more closeness, more contact, more heat, more love. Xiao returned the kiss, trying to relax himself as much as possible, moving all of his anxieties of this intimacy tensing in his hand, his nails digging into the soft flesh of Venti's thighs. He pulled back at the comment with a soft chuckle, "I think that I can manage that much."

A small giggle escaped Venti as he placed his hands over Xiao's. He really did look beautiful like this, the god wasn't sure if he had ever seen Xiao so flustered, so consumed by passion, a warm and genuine smile crossed his face at the thought, "You really are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen," he kissed him sweetly, continuing to comb his fingers through Xiao's hair gently. It was impossible not to feel overwhelmed in this moment, overwhelmed by passion, excitement, bliss, nerves.

He pulled back for a moment, needing just a second to breathe, to clear his mind of all of the thoughts and feelings. Peppering soft kisses all over Xiao's face, Venti whispered words of praise and adoration, hoping to clear the other's mind of any worries he may have as well. In this moment all that mattered was both of their needs to please the other, to make the other feel needed and wanted and loved.

When he felt he had calmed down enough he moved away so that he could position himself over the other, meeting his lips in a tender kiss before slowly lining himself up, making sure Xiao's hands stayed on his hips so that he could guide them, not wanting to move too quickly.

Xiao smiled into the kiss, the anxieties and fears slipping away under his lover's touch. The archon made things feel so easy, so right. Despite everything, the centuries of hurt and pain Xiao spent at the hands of the man on top of him, there was nobody else in the world that he could trust more. Venti had seen all the dark recesses of Xiao's past, had accepted them, and soothed them. And still he loved. There was no walls between them anymore, and the yaksha felt he could finally give in and allow himself to love Venti the way he deserved.

As Venti moved back, Xiao smiled softly at the blush reaching up from Venti's chest all the way to his ears. "I love you" he managed before slowly guiding Venti down onto him. The pressure and heat was intense, and as much as Xiao now understood the desire to take things quicker, a pang of concern for Venti hit him. He forced open his tightly shut eyes, "Are you ok?"

As he lowered himself slowly, Venti's eyes closed tightly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He tried his hardest to keep his face calm, wanting to express nothing but pleasure, worried that Xiao would be concerned or, even worse, overthink and feel bad. It took him a moment to process Xiao's voice, too overwhelmed by the feeling to really register anything else.

After a moment, and after he lowered himself further onto the other he leaned forward, hands holding Xiao's shoulders as he gazed at him through lidded eyes, "I love you." he leaned down to kiss Xiao gently, hoping to reassure him that he was okay, "I’m good, are you okay?" he looked to the other, a small hint of concern in his eyes as he brought a hand to caress Xiao's cheek softly, pulling away only barely to fully gaze into his eyes, wanting to better read the expressions on the other's face.

Xiao brought one hand up to tangle with Venti's, pressing a shaky kiss to the bard's knuckles, "You feel amazing." he could barely get the words out, the feeling of need almost overpowering his ability to speak. And yet he needed to say something, to comfort Venti, and remind the god how much he was adored. Slowly Xiao rolled his hips up until he was fully inside. Xiao threw his head back and sighed loudly.

It was strange, to finally be with Venti in this way, to finally understand why humans sought after sex so much. But now, looking up at the way his lover's eyes closed and cheeks flushed, Xiao understood.

Venti blushed at Xiao's words, looking away sheepishly before he felt Xiao roll his hips into him. A loud moan escaped him as his head fell forward, and he bit Xiao's neck to try to stifle the sound, "Xiao..." he panted quietly, desperately trying to catch his breath. He brought his hands to wrap around Xiao's neck, arching his back into the other before kissing Xiao's cheek softly. He was relieved that Xiao wasn't overly cautious, giving in to the feeling of pleasure and bliss, and he wanted him to fall deeper and deeper into the throes of passion. Venti placed soft kisses along Xiao's face until his lips met his ear, "Please do that again.”

Xiao preened at the rasp of Venti's voice in his ear. He wanted to hear that again, keep hearing that and making his lover feel as good as he sounds. His face turned bright red as he let his nails trail up the curve of Venti's spine, rolling his hips up as he did. He shivered again at the sensation, overwhelmed and feeling increasingly sensitive to each touch and thrust. He continued slowly trying to tug and pull Venti closer until their chests were flush against each other. Xiao's lips dropped open as he mouthed with gentle kisses at any part of Venti's skin he could find. In between each deep roll, Xiao was able to murmur out, "Does this make you feel good?”

Venti’s arms tightened around Xiao's shoulders before he pressed his chest into the others as he arched his back, leaning to meet every thrust, sighs and high pitched moans filling the room. Xiao's voice pulled him from his daze, and he kissed him eagerly, deepening the kiss until he was completely breathless, "Yes it...feels so good. You're so good, Xiao." he kissed Xiao again roughly, biting his bottom lip eagerly as his fingers moved to tangle in Xiao's hair, "You don't have to hold back for me, you know? I'm not delicate," he winked at Xiao, a cheeky smirk crossing his face, "If you need more then take it, I’m at your mercy." his lips met the other's in a passionate kiss as he moved his own hips backwards, moaning loudly at the deeper sensation.

Xiao moaned softly into Venti's mouth, desperate and needy. At the other's words though, Xiao flushed deeply. Venti had always been cheeky, daring even, in their relationship. It had always been both frustrating and endearing at once. The new sensation of Venti's hips drew a loud sigh from the yaksha's lips. Xiao wanted more, and by Venti's husky words that he wanted the same.

Caring less than he may have before about gentleness, Xiao grabbed at Venti's hips, turning them both over in an instant. Pressing Venti's legs up, Xiao smiled devilishly down him, letting out a rasped, "Is this what you wanted?", before sliding back in again at a faster and rougher pace.

Venti smirked proudly at Xiao's blush, ready to pick up the pace before he was flipped over, to which he gasped surprisedly. As Venti looked up at the other he lost his breath at the sight. This was an entirely new expression, one he had never seen on the other and the excitement went straight to his core. He shakily wrapped his arms around Xiao's neck, arching his back to be closer, his eyes not leaving the other's heated gaze. He was still awe struck, a new energy filled the room and before he could say a word Xiao was inside him again. Venti yelped in surprise at the sudden sensation but quickly melted against the other, letting out a low moan which was followed by panting and cries of Xiao's name.

Venti’s eyes were beautiful like this, intense and darkened with lust. Xiao tried to keep the pace as best he could but with Venti's loud sounds echoing throughout the room he found it increasingly hard to stay focused. So he dropped his head to the nape of his lover's neck nipping gently at the unmarred skin.

Xiao wished he could melt into Venti, become one fully. He supposed this would be the closest they could ever get and yet it still felt too far away. As he felt Venti tightening around him, Xiao shuddered, "I’m not going to be able to.." he sighed against Venti's cheek as he continued thrusting deeply, losing his senses and ability to speak over to the pleasure of the moment.

Venti’s arms stayed wrapped around Xiao's neck, gripping him tighter with every thrust. It was good, too good and Venti found it hard to say anything, despite having many words of praise he was eager to give, all that could be heard were cries of pleasure, most likely a lot louder than they should be. He brought a hand to Xiao's hair, tugging on it as the other picked up the pace.

When Xiao spoke it brought Venti back to the moment and he turned to kiss Xiao's cheek, "Me too, please..." he pulled away to hold Xiao's face in his hand, looking into his eyes with fierce desire, "please cum for me, with me," he met the other's lips desperately, sighing and moaning softly against them, "I love you so much.”

Xiao let himself be pulled and tugged by Venti, every touch and feeling adding to the pleasure coursing through his veins. He barely aware at this point of the sounds he was making himself, but could hear Venti's soft voice right in his ear. Xiao crashed their lips together, knowing that he was too close to last much longer, and sensing Venti was the same.

Between hurried kisses and fast thrusts, Xiao was able to repeat the sentiment, "I love you too." pulling away to meet Venti's gaze directly, Xiao groaned loudly, stilling for a moment as he came. He tried not to force his gaze from his lover beneath him, but as the pleasure overwhelmed him he couldn't help but throw his head back for a moment.

As Venti felt Xiao thrust even harder than before he quickly felt himself come undone, moaning loudly as he felt the pressure inside of him finally coming to release. He saw stars for a moment, not regarding their surroundings as he cried out loudly. His head fell forward and his teeth found Xiao's neck as he felt the other approach his own orgasm.

Venti reached to comb through Xiao's hair, leaning closer to rasp into his ear, "Please, Alatus. Come for me," gazing up at Xiao in this blissed out state, nothing could make this moment better, and he couldn't help but keep his gaze focused on Xiao, panting quietly before catching Xiao's face in his hands, kissing him warmly as they came down from their high together.

Xiao collapsed onto Venti's chest, still feeling unable to catch his breath. It was a greater feeling than he had felt before and felt impossible to come down. Gently though, Xiao slid out and moved so he was curled at Venti's side, head resting on the other's chest, "Barbatos," he whispered with a soft smile, reaching over to intertwine their fingers, "I don't know what sex would be like with anyone else, and I don't want to, but I’m sure you're the best at this," Xiao teased as he brought Venti's knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss.

Venti laughed loudly at Xiao's praise, a warm smile spreading across his face as he took Xiao's into his hands, pressing their noses together. "That was amazing, you feel so good and you do all the right things," he blushed deeply at his words, hiding it by capturing Xiao's lips in a gentle kiss before resting his head against his chest once again, "I love you so much," Venti let his eyes close, breathing deep and slow in an attempt to calm his racing heart. He pet Xiao's hair softly, holding him closer, "How are you feeling?”

Xiao softened at the kiss, nuzzling further into his lover’s touch. He sighed as he spoke quietly, “It was…a lot. But in a good way.” Xiao had never felt so overwhelmed before, though tucked in Venti’s arms he felt safe and cared for.

Lazily, his fingers trailed across the other’s arms, drawing tiny patterns as he did, “Love, do we have much longer left today?” Xiao had no sense of how much time had passed and though he knew he had been given this time away from Liyue willingly he did not wish to overextend his absence.

Venti pulled Xiao closer, tightening his hold, "We have plenty of time," he brought a hand to pet Xiao's hair softly, occasionally running his fingers through the soft locks, "I just want to stay like this for a while. Let's pretend we have no responsibilities or obligations. Stay the night, please?" he kissed Xiao's forehead gently before whispering against it, "we can live as mortals, just for one night..."

Venti's heart continued to beat rapidly and his blush never really left his cheeks. All he wanted in this moment was to make it last forever, but of course that wasn't possible. They both carried heavy burdens, burdens which would keep them from living a life of domestic simplicity. But although that was true, perhaps they could find occasional moments in which they could indulge in each other's company completely.

Xiao closed his eyes and the soft touches, curling closer up to Venti’s side. It was a beautiful fantasy to imagine, a world where and Venti would lead simple lives and grow old together in the way the mortals do. It was amusing to imagine what Venti would be like were he mortal, were they both able to be mortal. Yet perhaps their immortality made this more special.

There was no world where Venti or Xiao would die, not without the other. Sure, they could be killed but Xiao had heard of Venti’s feats as Barbatos and knew his own strength well enough to be comforted that their deaths would be far unlikely. “If we were mortal,” Xiao murmured softly, his eyes lidding open enough to catch his lover’s flushed face, “I do not know if we would have met.” He smiled a bit, “so I am glad that we are not.”

Venti smiled warmly, snuggling closer to Xiao as he nodded slowly, “I’m glad too. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you," he sighed contentedly, brushing his nose against Xiao's, "So does this mean you'll stay?" he giggled softly as he moved to hold Xiao's face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together, "I don't want you to leave," he pulled away to look into the other's eyes pleadingly, "Please don't leave yet."

Venti could feel tears threaten to fall down his cheeks so he pressed his lips against Xiao's, bringing his face closer as he kissed him as if he would disappear at any second. As Xiao said, their evening together was a lot, too much to process and experience in so little time, and suddenly Venti was terrified it could be over at any moment.

Xiao's heart stiffened as he saw the tears drop from the other's eyes. His palm came up to rub at the soft skin there, wiping away the tears as they fell. "I won't leave," he promised solemnly, "You have me for as long as I breathe." Xiao pressed soft kisses across Venti's face as he adjusted their positions, so he could properly hold the bard in his arms, pressed up against his chest. "I’m yours, forever," he repeated his oath, "Now try to sleep.”

Venti wrapped his arms around Xiao, pulling him closer, "Thank you," he kissed the other softly before pressing soft kisses all over Xiao's face, "Perhaps it is better that we are immortal, but despite having an eternity together it can feel as though it is never enough, sometimes I imagine..." Venti laughed quietly, burying his face against Xiao's neck, "But sometimes it's not beneficial to ponder ideas you can't really comprehend." Venti ran his fingers through Xiao's hair, nuzzling into his embrace, "You try to sleep too, or at the very least please rest. Tomorrow I can accompany you on your walk back to Liyue.”

Xiao felt himself settle into an easier sleep, the feeling of Venti's breath against his skin a soothing balm to his usual troubles. Even so, Xiao was not able to sleep for long. Perhaps it was the fact it still was the late afternoon, their night before spent in anticipation of this closeness instead of genuine rest.

For the first time in his entire existence, Alatus felt love and safety at once. Here, in Barbatos’ arms, he was bound to find salvation and reprieve. What the future may hold would always be a question, however, Xiao could only think of his past in terms of Venti. Their souls and fates were intertwined in a manner on Celestia knew. For that, Alatus and Barbatos would both be forever grateful.