childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

My husband would have to be able to best me in a fight and I'm certain I could beat you.

I have a ring to prove it and I can kick your ass.

You could have bought that ring for yourself, and that's a joke. You can't beat me.

[ he could prove it here and now.

But would it matter? He doesn't actually want to beat Childe. ]

Fine. Just leave me alone until you remember.

Remember what? [ now he's even more confused. he had been sure he could goad scaramouche into a fight. ] ...why don't you want to fight me?

[ part of him wants to. He wants to yell at him and beat him up for forgetting him. But then it hurts having their relationship reduced to what it used to be. It's not as fun teasing each other when he can't have kisses and hugs after.

When he won't hear him call him Pitchka the way he does. ]

Because what's the point!? It'll just be a fight and it'll piss me off!

[ but he does know how to get back at him immediately. So he walks close and then

presses his hand right where he knows his horny tattoo is ]

I hope you stay hard for the entire day without being able to do anything about it.

[ guess who didn't remember having a horny tattoo... THIS GUY. he thinks he might have gotten the fight. scaramouche might have said that it would piss him off, but, lbr, what doesn't piss him off. he grins up until his tattoo is palmed... then he's staggering back and dropping to his knees, trembling as it's been a while since it was pressed. his face superheats and he pants. ]

W- What the fuck, what did you... the hell did you do?! [ he squishes his legs together, trying to hide his boner. ] ...why, why do I feel like this?

Because it's one of your corruption. And no one is going to help you through it. What a pity!

[ one of... jeez. he's afraid to know what the others are. ] Of course you'd play dirty, you little bastard. [ childe musters all the strength he's got to ram scara into the wall, bodily pinning him there to grind into him. ] Sure about that, you... this is your fault.

Shouldn't a husband take care of these sorts of things, help me through this and all that... [ not that he really wants to think husband scaramouche in any way, shape, or form, but he's horny getting hornier, and something needs to be done. ] Little brat.

[ oh no. a miscalculation. That's hot but he needs to be strong, even though the grinding is certainly having its intended effect, and he is getting hard ]

You don't remember so why should I fuck you? Though I'm sure your brain is going into overheat thinking of getting bred.

Because you're a horny little bastard. I can feel you getting hard, Six, you can't hide it form me. [ grinds a bit harder, although the mention of breeding has him stilling. ] Breeding? H- Haha. Are you kidding me, that sounds... [ he wants so badly to say it's gross, because who the fuck says it like *that*, but his dick stirs and his hips jump. breeding. ] Just shutup.

[ fuck. fuck. He lets out a low whine, and though he wants to hold on and reject him, he can't help but reach for his shoulders - looking up at him with his face flushed as he starts rocking back against him ]

Nggh ...

I'm - mad at you. First you tell me that you love me, you - say it's "always and forever", and then you — forget it all ...

How dare you.

[ childe keeps himself still, gazing back at him with his own flushed face. how can such a fucken asshole look so irresistible, it’s infuriating! ] Why would I forget something like that on purpose, Si- …Ptichka. [ he backs off, grabbing his wrist to look at the ring on his finger. he still doesn’t remember anything, but it doesn’t make sense that so many people would be lying to him… ]

[ he frowns, looking at his own hand. ] If I’m your wife, then where’s my ring?

[ now that childe is stopping, he’s letting out a needy whine ]

I haven’t - gotten you one yet.

[ a glare, and then ]

Kiss me.

[ he sets a hand to his chest and shoves him back against the wall to keep him at arm’s length. ] Why, am I just supposed to worship the ground you walk on? [ is this weird relationship one-sided, childe shudders to think that, because it’s even worse than the original implication. ] Is that why you’re still trying to order me around? Did you forget my leash, collar, and muzzle at home?

Maybe. Do you want me to go get them?

I just want to stop being confused about everything... if I'm being honest.

[ well. now he feels bad, and he looks at him, quiet, trying to imagine how it's like for him. ]

... It isn't as if I wanted to just dump it on you like this. I wanted to take care of you and make sure you'd feel comfortable enough with a familiar face.

But seeing things go back to how they were before ...

It hurts.

...tell me how it happened. [ moves a little closer. ]

... How you lost your memories or how we got together?

...I figure the bomb game has something to do with the loss, so I'm more interested in how we got together.

You started hitting on me when I got here. Though first you provoked me into a fight and we both got run over by a train.

...

[ what the fuck. ]

[ his face say it all. ]

It was just a quick fuck here and there at first.

But you were persistent.

So you weren't even interested initially?

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