CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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Fill: providing; Cad/Fjord, Cad/Caleb, mostly-platonic Cad/everyone else; trans Cad; 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

"When I prayed for divine intervention," Caduceus said, tilting his head back to look at the cloudless, windless sky above them so that he didn't have to meet anyone else's eyes, "I have to admit that this was not what I had in mind."

"She said help was coming, right?" Jester prodded. "When you asked yesterday – "

"Yes," Caduceus agreed. "She was unclear on how long it would take, but…yes. Someone will find us. Until then…" He let his head tip down, still not looking directly at anyone. "I will be able to provide." His chest felt heavy and sore, unfamiliar and uncomfortable, but even that sensation was preferable to what he knew he would see in the others' faces if he were to look at them. The trepidation, the pity, maybe the disgust. He swallowed. "I will…stay in the far cabin, belowdecks," he said. "I know this will be weird for everyone, and I'm sorry about that, but I really do want you all to be healthy and safe, so…please come see me when you need to." He could feel how hot his face was, feel their eyes on him. "I'm sorry," he mumbled as he turned to go, "that the answer to this wasn't something easier."

"Hey," Beau said, her voice sharp enough to make him pause, but not to turn to look at them. "Fuck that apology business. You're gonna keep us from dying, Cad. That's pretty fucking sweet. Tell the big lady upstairs thanks for us next time you talk to her."

He felt a tiny smile tug at his lips at her bluntness. "Thank you, Beau," he said. "I'll do that." His feet felt as heavy as his chest as he made his way down the ladder and to the small, cramped cabin at the end of the hall. He curled into a ball on the bunk and stared blankly out the porthole, half anticipating and half dreading each knock on the door.

"Ca-du-ceus," he heard finally through the door in a lilting singsong, and he couldn't help but smile a little.

"Hi, Jester."

"Are you busy?" she asked significantly.

He breathed out a laugh. "No, no one is in here. You can come in."

Her head appeared in the doorway, grinning at him. "Am I the first one? I thought I might be the first one. Everyone else is going to be really weird about it, I can tell." Her eyes dropped to Caduceus's chest. "I decided I'm too hungry to be weird." She settled onto the bed beside him. "So. How do we do this?" she asked cheerfully.

He swallowed. "Uh," he said. "I'm not sure. I haven't…" He shifted so he was leaning back against the wall and untied his shirt, letting the top hang open enough that he could push it down to bare one of his breasts. Even the slight brush of the fabric and his fingers against the skin made him feel stretched and uncomfortable, but he gently curved his fingers, lifting a little. "I guess just…?" he offered.

She tilted her head a little, like she was strategizing, and then she was leaning forward, one of her hands curling around Caduceus's, helping him support the breast as her lips closed around the nipple. She sucked, and the sensation was immediate, sharpness and relief and –

"Oh," Caduceus breathed out, completely overwhelmed. He let out an involuntary whimper as Jester immediately pulled away, looking up at him, his whole body protesting the loss of her lips against him, the delicious suction.

"Oh, no, does it hurt?" she asked, her eyes wide and alarmed. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I…" he swallowed. "No." His face wrinkled in thought. "Not…quite. It…I don't think I have the words for it. You're not hurting me, though." He tried to keep the desperation from his voice as he said, "Please, keep going."

"Oka-ay," she said hesitantly, "but you tell me if you need me to stop."

He nodded, reassuring her, and drew in a sharp breath as her lips closed around his nipple again. It wasn't quite pain, or pleasure, or anything he had ever felt before, and he found himself suffused with relief that it was Jester who had come in first, Jester who understood what it was to feel the presence of a higher being working through her, who was unabashed about bodies and what they could do with and for each other, who gave him a wide sated smile as she finally pulled away, her fingers pressing a gentle heal into his heated skin as she wiped him off and tucked him away into his shirt again.

"Thanks, Caduceus," she said, sitting back on her knees. He stayed sprawled back against the wall, feeling unfamiliarly drained.

"Thank the Wildmother," he said.

"Your god's pretty cool," she said. She looked troubled. "The Traveler hasn't answered me at all."

Caduceus reached out to take her hand. His mind felt sluggish. He couldn't think of any reassurances. They sat there for a long moment, hand in hand, feeling the waves rocking the ship under them, and just as he was trying to come up with some words to give her, there was a hesitant knock at the door.

"Come in!" Jester called, and there was a low startled, "Oh!" from the other side of the wood. Jester dropped Caduceus's hand and leapt up to pull the door open. "Your turn!"

"I'm sorry," Yasha said, her eyes darting between them. "I didn't mean to interrupt…"

"You didn't," Jester assured her. "I'm done." She turned back and beamed at Caduceus. "Thank you, Caduceus! I feel much less hungry now."

He smiled back. "Of course," he said. "Happy to help."

She gave them both a cheerful wave before closing the door behind her, leaving Yasha and Caduceus looking at each other awkwardly.

Caduceus wasn't quite sure how to tell if Yasha was blushing, but she shifted uncomfortably on her feet, her eyes darting around the room. "Uh," she said.

He sat up a little from the wall and patted the bed beside him. "Here," he said. The full, heavy feeling that had subsided with the feeling of Jester's lips on him was returning as he looked at Yasha, her eyes dropping to his chest hungrily, and he scooted forward to meet Yasha as she settled hesitantly right where he had indicated.

She sat there stiffly, a muscle in her jaw twitching. "I'd like to make this easier for you," she said finally, her voice low and strained, "but I don't know how."

Caduceus smiled gently and let one of his hands fall to her arm, squeezing gently. "You don't need to do anything," he assured her. "Just let me help." He tugged his shirt open and reached up to cup her face in his hands. She closed her eyes and let him draw her to his breast.

She sucked harder than Jester, less experimental and more utilitarian, trying to draw as much from him as she could. She didn't object when he curled his fingers into her hair, so he kept them there, anchoring himself as he felt like his entire being was narrowing to the insistent suction of her lips, the exquisite pull and release within him. Her arm went around him, steadying him, and he let himself lean back into her grip, relaxing a little, letting her support him as she took what his body gave her.

He felt weak when she finally pulled away, his eyes blinking sluggishly open, his fingers feeling stiff as he let them fall from her hair. Her fingers were steady and sure as she reached to close his shirt for him, her hands guiding him to lay back against the bed. He curled up into a ball, and she let her hand make one long slow path down his body, warm and soothing.

"Thank you," she said simply, and left.

He slept. He wasn't sure for how long, but when he opened his eyes to a light tap on the door, he couldn't help but groan at the soreness radiating from his chest. He looked down to find the front of his shirt dark and damp, and he was patting at it ruefully as he sat up, calling, "Come in," around a huge yawn.

Caleb stepped into the room and shut the door firmly behind him, leaning back against it. "Ah," he said, taking in the sight of Caduceus pawing at his shirt. "I can bring you a new one from your pack, if you like," he offered.

Caduceus smiled. "I don't know that it matters," he said, and stripped the shirt off over his head, letting it fall to the floor. "I'll just mess up that one, too. Anyway, I don't have anything you all haven't seen before." He was free with his nudity, not generally paying much attention to what clothes he had on as he wandered their campsite or the Xhorhaus, but somehow it felt more loaded now, Caleb's eyes on him, his breasts swollen and leaking, marks beginning to bloom on his skin from the insistent press of Yasha's lips.

"No," Caleb agreed vaguely. "I suppose that's true." He stayed against the door as if he'd been glued to it. "I apologize," he said eventually, "if I woke you."

Caduceus shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said. He wanted to set Caleb at ease, to draw him in like he had with Yasha, but his head still felt foggy from his nap, and his whole body was thrumming with need, so they just stared at each other for a very long time before Caleb was the one to take a hesitant step forward.

"Could I…?" he asked, and gestured at the edge of the bed.

"'Course," Caduceus said roughly. Caleb settled beside him, his leg pressing against Caduceus's, and Caduceus felt his face go hot in a way it hadn't with Jester and Yasha. There had been a low hum of embarrassment with them, but now, with his shirt off and Caleb warm and close beside him, Caduceus could feel the beginnings of arousal stirring in him as well.

Caleb was studying him, eyes traveling over him like he was working out a puzzle. His hand reached out to press to Caduceus's chest, not touching his breasts, but settling flat at his sternum, pushing him lightly backward toward the pillow. "Would you let me…?" he asked.

Caduceus didn't know what the end of the question was, but it hardly mattered. "Yes," he breathed out, letting himself fall back against the bed under Caleb's hand. "Anything," he managed not to gasp out, but he was certain that Caleb could feel it in the easy yielding of his body.

Caleb kept his hand flat against Caduceus's chest for a long moment, looking down at him. "I was concerned," he said, "before I came in, that this would be hurting you. It is not, though, is it?"

Caduceus swallowed. He shook his head. Caleb let his hand very slowly trace down the center of Caduceus's chest before reaching for one of his breasts, moving carefully, eyes on Caduceus as if waiting for him to tell him to stop. Instead, Caduceus let out a moan as Caleb's fingers brushed the lower curve of skin, feeling all the tension in his whole body narrow to that spot, the heat of Caleb's touch, the anticipation of the press of his lips.

"I'm glad," Caleb said. "I don't want to hurt you." His thumb brushed over Caduceus's nipple, slowly and deliberately, watching for his reaction, and Caduceus let out a broken noise, his back arching to push up into the touch, desperate for more.

Caleb lifted his hand away from Caduceus, and Caduceus whimpered at the loss of his touch, but the sound caught in his throat at the sight of Caleb lifting his thumb to his lips and tasting it.

Caduceus closed his eyes. His body ached. He was slick in his trousers, his breasts stiff and painful, his muscles tight with the tension of anticipation. "This is hurting me," he admitted. "The waiting, I can't…" He opened his eyes to meet Caleb's. "Caleb, please."

"Oh," Caleb's expression faded immediately from intellectual curiosity to alarm. "Caduceus, I'm sorry. I didn't – " he broke off his words and ducked his head immediately, closing his lips around Caduceus's nipple. Caduceus jerked at the sensation, a sob of breath tearing out of him, and Caleb's tongue laved over his skin carefully for an excruciating moment before he started to suck. His eyes were still open, peering up at Caduceus, watching for his reaction.

Caduceus reached a hand to brush back some of the hair falling into Caleb's eyes, tucking it behind his ear. "Good," he said reassuringly, "yes. Thank you, Caleb." He felt a shiver run through Caleb at the words, and Caleb's eyes drifted closed, focusing in earnest on pulling what he needed from Caduceus, sending shockwaves of pleasure from his chest to the rest of his body. "That's good," Caduceus continued, his words settling into a pleasant rumble, one of Caleb's hands pressing over his ribs like he was feeling the vibration of them. Caduceus arched up into the touch, and breathed out a moan at the brush of fabric over his nether regions as he did. He could feel his face overheating, wanting desperately to roll his hips into the sensation, but not wanting to take advantage of Caleb, to take something from this moment that Caleb wasn't offering. Caduceus let one of his arms drop across his face, covering it, sinking his teeth into the skin of his wrist to keep from rolling his hips obscenely, chasing the pleasure that was thrumming through him.

Caleb's lips lost contact with his breast, and Caduceus muffled a cry of protest against his arm. He felt Caleb's fingers wrapping around his wrist, pulling it from his face, and when he looked down to meet Caleb's eyes, they were burning into him.

"This feels good for you," he said.

A choked laugh burst from Caduceus at the understatement. "Yes," he said. He bit his lip hard to keep from begging Caleb to keep going.

"Good," Caleb said. His fingers around Caduceus's wrist tugged at it, dragging it lower, down his body. He turned his hand so their fingers were intertwined, and pressed them together between Caduceus's legs. Caduceus moaned, his hips arching up involuntarily into his own touch, and Caleb's lips twisted into a smile, his hand drawing away. "You don't need to fight it. You can do that, while I do this." He ducked his head again and captured Caduceus's nipple in his mouth, sucking harder this time, with more intent, pausing just briefly to let his tongue do something absolutely mind-bending before latching back on, setting every nerve in Caduceus's body on fire.

Caduceus's fingers twitched convulsively, touching himself almost involuntarily, drowning entirely in the feeling of Caleb pressing warm along his body, his hand gentle against Caduceus's side, the unbearable sweetness of lips and tongue working at his nipple. He reached the edge and held himself there, shaking under Caleb's touch, not letting himself fuck into his hand, just teasing himself with his fingers, letting the delicious suction of Caleb's mouth wash over him.

"Caleb," he gasped out finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, and he looked down to find Caleb's eyes on him, piercing. His fingers went tight and encouraging against Caduceus's side, his lips working obscenely as he swallowed.

Caduceus shuddered and came, the pleasure washing through him, filling him and then emptying him out entirely, leaving him melted against the bed.

Slowly, gently, Caleb drew off, pressing a last soft kiss to Caduceus's skin. Caduceus whimpered at the loss of contact, but instead of pulling away, Caleb leaned down to press his forehead to Caduceus's chest, pillowing it there, breathing unsteadily.

Caduceus let a heavy hand fall against the back of Caleb's neck, holding him close, letting his fingers brush through his hair. "Thank you," he said thickly. "That was…I needed that." He felt Caleb breathe in sharply, so he continued, recalling his reaction to his words earlier. "You were so good for me." He could feel Caleb's eyelashes flutter against his skin. "I could do something for you, if you'd like."

He felt Caleb twitch against him, but when he finally sat up, letting Caduceus's hand fall from his neck, he shook his head. "Not today. You're doing so much for all of us right now." His cheeks were pink as he met Caduceus's eyes. "Perhaps another time, though."

Caduceus reached to rest a wide hand against the side of his face. "Anytime you want," he said fervently.

Fill: providing; Cad/Fjord, Cad/Caleb, mostly-platonic Cad/everyone else; trans Cad; 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

Caleb leaned in to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. "You're a good man," he murmured against the skin there before extracting himself from Caduceus and moving to the door. He gave him a long lingering look before letting himself out into the hallway.

There was the low murmur of voices beyond the door, and Caduceus felt a spike of worry that someone else was going to come in immediately, but instead the voices faded, and he was left there alone to stare up at the ceiling and drink in the unexpected memory of Caleb's hands and mouth on his body.

The sun was starting to turn colors against the horizon before he heard the next knock at the door. He had taken the time between to settle his body down, clean up, and meditate for a while on the Wildmother's strange gift, and his chest was beginning to ache again in a way that made a wave of gratitude surge through him as Beau leaned around the door.

"Hey," she said. "Caleb said you might need a break before. Is now okay?"

A faint smile crossed Caduceus's face. "Now is fine, Beau." He waved a hand. "Please, come in."

"Great, thanks." She closed the door behind her. "So, just to be clear, I'm doing this because I'm fucking starving, but we're never talking about it ever again."

He nodded. "That's a deal," he promised.

"Cool." She knelt across from him on the bed. "So…" she scrutinized him. "Is there any particular way that you…?"

He shrugged. He was still shirtless, and settled himself in a matching position across from her, almost as if they were going to meditate together. Instead, though, he leaned back on his hands and waited for her to lean in and catch one of his nipples between her lips. Her motions were confident and practiced at first, but entirely the wrong pressure for what she needed, more designed to titillate than to draw anything from him. She drew back, frowning at his breast like it had betrayed her.

"Look, I generally know what I'm doing around a pair of tits, but this is fucking bizarre."

He laughed. "Pretend it's a liquor bottle instead," he suggested.

Her face split into a flustered grin. "So. Fucking. Bizarre," she repeated. She leaned in again, sucking harder this time, and he felt the sudden release of pressure as she drank from him. He leaned into it, feeling almost as hungry for her touch as she was for sustenance. He arched his chest toward her lips, chasing the feeling of her mouth against him, the blessed relief of the soreness fading from his body.

She pulled back eventually, swiping the back of her hand over her lips.

"Enough?" he asked, and waited for her nod before he sat up, curling his legs under him.

"Thanks," she said shortly.

He nodded. "I'm sorry that this situation is uncomfortable," he said. "But thank you, for trusting me."

"Yeah," she said. Her eyes flickered up to meet his. "I usually do, man."

He smiled. "That's mutual."

"Good." She scrambled off the bed. "No offense, though, I'm going to hope we get rescued before I have to do that again." She licked her lips and made a face.

He laughed. "That," he said, "is also mutual."

She was grinning as she pulled the door open, and would have smacked Veth in the face with it if she hadn't leapt back out of range at the last second.

"Good luck," Beau said to Veth as she passed. "It's fucking weird." She gave Caduceus a wave before disappearing down the hallway.

Veth was smiling as she closed the door behind her and turned to Caduceus. "I can come back later if you need some time," she said. "But I know when it was me, I usually wasn't quite done when he was."

Caduceus blinked. "Oh," he said. "Right. You've done this."

Veth smiled ruefully. "Yeah," she said. "Beau's not wrong." She climbed up onto the bed to settle beside him. "It's fucking weird." Caduceus laughed. She looked up at him. "I'm not saying it's the same, though. At least when I was doing it, it was for someone I loved like I've never loved anyone else in my entire life."

"Well." A faint smile lingered on his lips. "I love all of you like I've never loved anyone else." Her eyebrows raised a little, so he qualified. "Not more than, necessarily. Just…I love you all in very different ways than I have ever loved other people."

She grinned. "You're a strange man, Mr. Clay." She tilted to the side, knocking her shoulder against his arm. "We love you, too. And not just because you're saving our asses with this whole thing. But it doesn't hurt."

He let his arm curl around her. "Thanks," he said.

Her face was already very close to his breast, and she looked up at him over it. "So, should I just…" Her eyes fell to his nipple.

"Sure," he said agreeably. It was the other breast from the one Beau had used, and it still felt tight and heavy, ready to feel the suction of her lips against it.

She tucked herself against his side, and he held her close as she pressed her mouth almost sweetly to his nipple. He was almost reminded of Beau's first attempt until Veth latched her mouth more firmly against him and sucked hard. He gasped, his arm going tight around her, and she popped off, looking up at him.

"Okay?" she asked.

"Yes," he breathed out, and reached up to press a wide hand to the back of her head and drag her back in.

She let him, attaching to his nipple greedily. She sucked steadily, less forcefully than Yasha, but deep and slow, leaving him with the sensation that she was pulling from every part of him. He held her tight against his chest, his arms curling around her small frame so easily, and he was almost reluctant to let her go when she finally pulled away.

She placed a small hand to his chest, over the swell of his breasts, and looked up at him. "It's a lot, isn't it?" she asked tenderly.

He swallowed, looking down at her. He hadn't let himself think about it too much yet, the overwhelming emotion that this was unlocking in him for each of them, and he felt tears sting his eyes. "It is," he agreed thickly.

She stood, still in the circle of his arm, and she pulled him close to her, letting him bury his face in her own chest, her fingers brushing soothingly through his hair. He didn't quite cry, but he let a few tears leak out of his eyes, and he held her tightly to him for a long moment, letting out shuddering breaths against her skin until he finally felt them subside, a sense of peace welling up in him.

"Better?" she asked finally, and he lifted his head, blinking at her in the fading sunset light streaming in through the window.

"Much," he agreed.

"It's a real bitch, isn't it?" she asked, backing out of the circle of his arms. "Family?"

He laughed. "Yeah," he agreed fervently. "It really is."

She grinned at him. "Thanks," she said. "Can't say that was the best drink I've ever had, but it wasn't the worst either."

He grinned back. "Yeah, well," he said. "I don't know from drinks."

"I'll teach you one of these days," she said brightly, and paused at the door to wink at him. "But obviously not while you're breastfeeding." She swept out the door.

Fill: providing; Cad/Fjord, Cad/Caleb, mostly-platonic Cad/everyone else; trans Cad; 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

He was alone for a long while, and it took until it was fully dark for him to start to come to the conclusion that he was going to have to hunt Fjord down himself if he wanted him to eat. The thought of wandering the ship with his breasts aching to ask everyone if they had seen Fjord - to look them all in the face and know that they'd know exactly why he was looking for him - was exhausting, but he was just starting to prepare to do it when the smallest, most hesitant knock sounded at the door.

Caduceus pulled it open to find Fjord standing there. His knocking hand was already tucking behind his back, formal and expectant.

"Uh," Fjord said. His eyes fell to Caduceus's bare chest. "Hi."

"Hi, Fjord," Caduceus said warmly. "Would you like to come in?"

Fjord shifted between his feet, peering past Caduceus into the cabin. "Have you been in there all day?" His brow furrowed. "You shouldn't have to do that."

Caduceus shrugged. "I'm sure if this continues we'll figure out some kind of routine," he said. "For now, I wanted everyone to be comfortable. To not feel like everyone else was watching them." To not feel like everyone was watching me, he didn't add.

Fjord nodded. "Makes sense," he said, but instead of stepping into the room, he reached to undo his cape and toss it around Caduceus's shoulders before tangling his fingers into Caduceus's. "Tomorrow, though, if you do this again, you should use my cabin. There are windows in there, and a balcony. You shouldn't have to be locked up to do this, that's absurd. Everyone knows what's going on. We don't have to hide it from each other." He turned, tugging Caduceus behind him down the hall. "C'mon," he said. "We're going to get you some fresh air."

"I'm fine…" Caduceus said faintly, but he let Fjord tug him along behind him, the thought of the sea breeze suddenly almost as intoxicating as the anticipation of Fjord's mouth on his chest.

He followed Fjord up the ladder to the deck, and felt almost instantly lighter as the spray and the wind touched his skin. "Oh," he said, breaking Fjord's hold on him to lean against the railing, letting his hair whip out behind him in the air that rushed by the ship. "Oh, yeah, you're not wrong."

Fjord chuckled low in his throat, coming to lean against the railing beside him, their arms touching as they looked out over the majestic scope of the sea. "No," he agreed. "I'm not."

He let Caduceus stand there for a very long time, drinking in the air and the spray, casting up a prayer to the Wildmother, and when he finally turned to face Fjord again, Fjord was watching him with the softest smile on his face.

Caduceus let a hand fall to tangle into Fjord's again. "Okay," he said. "I'm good now, thanks. We can…" he gestured back belowdecks. He let his eyes dart to Fjord's. "You must be hungry."

Fjord's eyes flashed in something that might have been confirmation, but instead of steering them back to the ladder, he used his grip on Caduceus's hand to tug him toward the center of the ship. "I have a better idea," he said.

The climb to the crow's nest was long, and Caduceus was shaky and tired, but as he crowded into the small space against Fjord, he had to admit that it had been worth it. The remnants of the blanket fort were still flapping in the breeze around them, giving them a soft shield from the eyes of anyone below, but the canopy was open to the sky, the stars shining brightly above them. Fjord settled back against the railing and tugged Caduceus back against his chest. Caduceus fell back gratefully, pillowing his head on Fjord's shoulder and looking up into the sky, his eyes tracing patterns between the stars.

Fjord's arms were warm and solid around him, but he felt stiff, uncertain, until eventually Caduceus pulled away to sit up. Fjord curled his legs up, leaning his arms against them, looking steadily at Caduceus.

"I don't think we should do this," he said.

Caduceus blinked. He allowed Fjord the dignity of not asking what he meant, but he felt a frown of concern cross his face as he said, "Why not?"

A muscle in Fjord's jaw twitched. "I don't like this 'solution' She's given us. It feels…unfair. Like we're exploiting you. If She can sustain you enough to do this, why can't She just sustain all of us?"

Caduceus shrugged. "If I understood how godly powers work, I'd be a god instead of a cleric, I guess."

"You don't have the ego to be a god."

Caduceus smiled. "No," he agreed. "Probably not."

Fjord sighed. "It's putting you in a shitty position," he said. "And I trust Her, mostly, but…I don't like the idea that She's willing to do that. You're Her loyal servant, and She's demanding – "

Caduceus cut off his words with a harsh laugh. "Loyal," he repeated. "Me. The one who is still out here, on the sea with all of you instead of home tending to my grove the way that my family has always been commanded?"

Fjord blinked at him. "You think that She's upset with you?"

"Upset? No, not necessarily. But I think that I outlived the mission that sent me away from my home when I found my family. Now? I'm just doing what I can in Her service while on a path that She didn’t send me down." He held Fjord's gaze. "And part of that service," he said, "is keeping all of you alive."

Fjord's eyes dropped to Caduceus's chest, barely covered by the drape of his cloak. He swallowed tightly. "I…" he said. "I don't know that I can."

"Why not?" Caduceus asked gently.

Fjord's breath was unsteady, but his eyes rose to meet Caduceus's without hesitation. "Because I don't know that I can take what you're offering without feeling like I'm taking advantage."

"You're not," Caduceus told him. "What I offer, I offer willingly."

The muscle in Fjord's jaw leapt. "And what exactly are you offering?"

Caduceus shifted his shoulder, letting the cloak fall to the side, exposing one of his breasts, even the brush of fabric over it feeling like too much with Fjord's eyes on him. He could see the color rise in Fjord's cheeks, the way his breath caught, but he did not move his eyes from Caduceus's.

"I offer what She has given me," Caduceus said simply. And then, in case Fjord had not yet followed his meaning, he clarified, "She has given me everything."

Fjord let out a low startled noise, his eyes going wide. "Caduceus…" he breathed out.

"Fjord," he replied steadily. "I offer you this, yes." He let a thumb brush over his nipple, feeling moisture dampen it, his whole body stringing tight at the sensation. He had to take a moment before his voice was steady enough to continue. "But if the reason you're unwilling to take it is that you think that you want more than I want from you..." He let his eyes drift down Fjord's body, slow and deliberate. "You're wrong."

"Oh." Fjord looked as if Caduceus had just hung a new moon in the sky just for him. "I – " He seemed to run out of words.

"I enjoy it, it turns out," Caduceus said, almost conversationally, reaching to undo the cloak and let it drop to the floor of the crow's nest. "It feels good. Unbearably good. The kind of good that feels really uncomfortable with anyone you're not attracted to."

"Oh," Fjord repeated, his cheeks darkening even further. "Did you. Uh."

Caduceus felt a slow smile creep over his face. "Did I let myself enjoy it with anyone else? Yes."

Fjord's mouth dropped open. "Oh."

Caduceus eyed him carefully. "Does that change what you want to do, here?"

Fjord shook his head so quickly that Caduceus knew it was genuine. "No," he said, his eyes on Caduceus's breasts. "I want…" Caduceus reached to cup one of them, lifting it invitingly, and Fjord let out an honest growl, crawling over Caduceus's body in no time at all. He paused with his lips nearly touching Caduceus's skin and darted his eyes up to him one last time.

Caduceus curled his fingers into Fjord's hair and dragged him forward.

Both of them moaned as Fjord's lips closed around his nipple, Fjord's sounds muffled against Caduceus's skin, Caduceus letting his head fall back against the railing behind him, letting the sound escaping from his lips echo up toward the sky. The sweet suction of Fjord's lips went right to the core of him, tugging within him, pulsing heat between his legs.

Fjord's thigh was there, pressed against him, and Caduceus let his hips rock against it shamelessly, his fingers holding Fjord's lips to his nipple, feeling his tongue swirl there and draw the most desperate gasps from him before he sucked more, harder, taking his cues from the way Caduceus's body responded to him.

He was shaking by the time Fjord pulled away, lips wet and pink, looking up at him with sated elation. Caduceus tried to still his hips, tried to calm himself, to convince himself that it was over now that Fjord had gotten what he had come for, but instead Fjord was kissing down his body, his fingers tugging at the edge of Caduceus's trousers, dragging them downwards.

"You don't have to – " he began, but Fjord pressed a hot kiss to his hip, growling against his skin.

"Let me give you this."

The heat of his mouth was intoxicating, the thought of the tongue that had been so deftly working his nipple moving elsewhere, so Caduceus spread his legs, and took what Fjord offered. He could feel the vibration of the moan that Fjord let out as his tongue discovered how slick and ready Caduceus was. The firm suction that had covered Caduceus's nipple was suddenly focused elsewhere, and Caduceus couldn't think. Everything was lost to him as Fjord licked and sucked and worked over Caduceus until he was trembling with desperation.

He was reaching the edge when he felt Fjord go stiff against him, his fingers tightening, mouth panting hot breath over Caduceus's skin. Caduceus blinked down at him to find Fjord's hips jerking helplessly. "Oh," he breathed out. He smoothed his hand over Fjord's hair, and felt Fjord lean into it, chasing his touch.

Fjord turned his head to bury his face against Caduceus's thigh. "Sorry," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I – it was just…too much."

Caduceus brushed his thumb over Fjord's skin, soothing, frantic. "'s okay," he murmured. "That was…you're incredible."

Fjord blinked hazily up at him before his gaze sharpened into something almost feral. He dropped his mouth to Caduceus again. There was a renewed vigor to his movements, a deliberate focus on giving Caduceus exactly what he needed, and Caduceus was writhing under him almost immediately, strung tight with tension, shaking as he reached the edge –

Fjord touched his nipples.

Caduceus let out a broken sob, his head falling back, the stars swirling into an incomprehensible haze above him. His whole body was alight with sensation – the heat of Fjord's mouth against him, the agonizing bliss of too much against his oversensitive chest.

He came. He came and it didn't end. He came and lost time, lost place, lost the ship beneath him and the sea around him and everything but heat and feeling and Fjord, Fjord's hands and his lips and the weight of him grounding Caduceus, keeping him solid and whole while everything shattered into nothingness around him.

"Fjord." The name fell from his lips before his eyes opened, before he registered the flat hardness of the floor beneath him, the soft warmth of the cloak tucked around him.

"I’m here." He blinked his eyes open, and there Fjord was, tucked against his side.

Caduceus curled closer, letting out a low rumble of pleasure at the feeling of Fjord's body pressed against his. "Next time," he said, pressing a kiss to the side of Fjord's head, "you're going to have to give me a chance to do something for you."

Fjord breathed out a laugh. "Yeah," he agreed before a furrow appeared between his brows. "Next time?" he repeated.

Caduceus swallowed. "Uh," he backpedaled, "if you'd like. Or we can just pretend this never happened. You wouldn't be the first one today to want that."

"No," Fjord said, his voice going a little sharp. "I don't want that." The furrow grew deeper. "Who would ask you for something like that?" he demanded.

Caduceus felt a fond smile spread across his face. "Beauregard."

"Oh." A matching smile twisted Fjord's lips. "Yeah. She would." He shook his head. "I do want a next time." His eyes were heated as he looked Caduceus over. "I want one badly. But if this was only because of…" The blanket shifted as he gestured to Caduceus's chest, "I understand if you'd like it to end once that's…not the situation anymore."

"I wouldn't like that," Caduceus told him.

Fjord looked serious for a very long moment, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. When Caduceus said nothing more, his face lit up. His voice was unsteady as he asked, "Really?"

In answer, Caduceus pulled him in close and gave him a long, slow, deep kiss. "Really," he said against Fjord's lips as he pulled away.

They curled up there together in the crow's nest, Fjord reaching up to drag one of the blankets from the railing down over them, shielding them from the wind that whipped past. "We should go to my cabin to sleep," he said eventually, and Caduceus rumbled out a wordless reply, but didn't extract himself.

Instead, he watched the stars swirl by overhead, and he pressed a kiss into Fjord's hair. "When I prayed for divine intervention," he said, "I have to admit that this was not what I had in mind."

Re: Fill: providing; Cad/Fjord, Cad/Caleb, mostly-platonic Cad/everyone else; trans Cad; 3/3

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OP: wow!!
Holy shit this was a great fill, thank you so much!!