Capitano knew he towered over people. He was well over 8ft tall, as built as they came and spawned from the hellish abyss itself. He knew that his height and stature frightened both enemies and allies alike and that not many if any mortals could match his size. He knew that whilst this size could inspire envy, most of the time it inspired fear and distrust, a sense of discomfort at knowing someone that could almost pass off as mortal, had it not been for his height existed amongst the common people.
He had gotten used to the idea that he would simply always be looking down on others and be used to their frightened expressions whenever they came face-to-face with his torso, only to look up and see a black void. He had gotten used to seeing the defeat in his opponents when they see him left large objects and tower over them with ease. Frankly, he had not cared much for it to change. Sure, the lack of a proper sparring partner made things irritating to train, however is reassured him that not many would be dumb enough to challenge him.
He had gotten used to his bed mates not putting in any effort, simply refusing to take in the rest of him, bringing him only half the pleasure. Had simply gotten used to working his cock out of a half-conscious mortal, one who was barely able to handle him, in both size and girth and he had never allowed himself the hope that he would one day find someone who would take him or try to.
Well, that was until he met one Tartaglia 'Ajax' 'Childe, the 11th harbinger.
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When he had first met the boy, he had been a small thing barely up to his hips, however he looked determined and set with what he was about to say.
"Fight me!" demanded the little fox, voice high pitched with the innocence of youth, still untouched by growth. The boy pointed at him with one arm, brandishing a sword, that looked simply far too large for a small stature. The boy, quite frankly, looked like a cherub, features far too soft and sweet for the fatui battle ground.
He was a small thing, truly barely up to his hips and clad in a winter jacket, presumably to help with the freezing weather conditions. The hood was pulled up so only a few pale orangestrands from the little one's fringe escaped. His cheeks were rosy pinks, still unable to escape the form the snows kiss and his skin was pale and unblemished, like one would except from a pampered little prince.
He would have been a fully fleshed cherub as well, had it not been for those eyes. So dead and devoid of light one would question what horrors this child had to endure to lose all hope. However, contrary to his eyes his voice spoke of enthusiasm and hope to be able to battle one of the harbingers and excitement at such a prospect.
Capitano looked around, certain he was being played by one of the other harbingers, Was it Arlecchino? Perhaps she was still furious at him for refusing to carry the children at the orphanage around. Perhaps it was Signora, bitter about a slight he may have caused against her? Perhaps it was even Pantalone, furious he had skipped out on a payment.
"Childe! Get back here this instant!" dumbfounded, Capitano watched as 'Childe' was reprimanded by a heaving Pulcinella who looked like he had been wrung raged. "I've been looking for you all over, young man! What do you have to say for yourself!" the short man demanded, placing his hands on his hips.
"...I just wanted to fight him! Everyone keeps saying he's the strongest because he's so tall and I wanna prove them wrong!" argued the child, stamping his foot in indignation when the man before him shook his head in disappointment.
"You can't just run off! Especially without telling anyone where you were going! Imagine what destruction you can have done without a set limit!" the Rooster threw his arms in the air, as if trying to emphasis his point, only for Childeto pout and cross his arms at the scolding. "Now, apologies to Capitano now young man." the older ordered, looking expectantly at the redhead.
Childe resisted for a few moments before catching the disappointed look in the short harbinger's eyes and huffing. Whilst glaring at the ground he mumbled out a barely audible apology. "I'm sorry for wanting to prove everyone wrong and show that they're all pussies who are scared of your height to actually fight you properly." Childe bit out, scuffing his boots on the ground.
Oh wow. Now that just won't do at all.
Capitano, ignoring how his fellow harbingers how burst into furious scolding beside him, picked the runt up by the scuff off his neck and brought him to eye level.
"Listen here, little one." he darkened his voice, summoning in his abyssal side. "You would do well to remember that his stature has sent enemies of all kinds running in fear. You would do well to remember that these very hands have cracked skulls and smeared blood on the walls of their homes. This size before you has brought many to their knees and will continue to do so. Learn your place before you learn what it was truly like for those who fought me to lose a crushing defeat."
He then drops the small things and watches him tremble for a moment before he storms out of the training grounds, too fast to capture the words being exchanged by the two being left behind. Had he stayed, he would have relalised his words had had the opposite effects on the little one.
No, instead of him shaking from fear, the little one is instead shaking from a discovery. And that discovery is the new found crush he has on the harbinger.
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Predictably, he forgets about the boy. It isn't his first time meeting a feisty and impudent bratty beginner and it wasn't the last. However, he can always remember the faint curve of rose cheeks and a pretty orange colour that goes with it.
He remembers who these features belong to when he sees the boy, now man, again at his harbinger welcome party.
He had grown. Instead of being small child, barely up to his hip, eyes glaring and face blank of all emotion, he was instead tall (still shorter than capitano). He was a lean young man, with some muscle definition, although it was only clear if you weren't closer to him. His hair hadn't changed much, still the same orange colour, only this time more unruly and untamed. His cheeks had also changed. Still rosy and pink, bitten by the cold air, however his jaw had sharpened and he had lost a majority, it not all his baby chub.
Instead of a glare or out on his face, there was a polite smile as he engaged in some small talk with a few of the other harbingers who were congratulating him on his advance in his career, and wishing him well.
However, his eyes had stayed the same. Blank, with no light in them. Frankly, had it not been for the smile on his face others would think him cocky and that he was treating this event as a mere social gathering and not a promotion to be a harbinger.
Those same eyes met his and immediately something akin to a sparkle set into them. Briskly, Tartaglia made his way to him, immediately abandoning Dottore who looked like he was explaining something either incredibly disturbing or annoying to the young one.
"Capitano!" the boy called out, smile wider than he had seen it before. "It's been a while since we've last seen each other." the boy let out a little laugh, smiling brilliantly at the man before him.
"And yet you're still an impudent brat." he growled, attempting to instil some form of fear within the boy, however all this did is make the voice laugh in excitement.
"And now a harbinger." he said proudly, leaning up closer to Capitano, completely ignoring the whispering off everyone else. "And now, I'll able to fight you."
Somethings truly do not change.
Capitano roughly grabbed the boy by his chin and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "No matter how many ranks you claim, how many monsters you slay and how many enemies you defeat, you will still be nothing in comparison to me, boy." he heard Tartaglia take in a few deep breaths "Remember where you are in comparison to me." were his final words before he let the redheads chin go and stormed out of the hall, leaving the boy shaking and thighs squeezing.
He tried to ignore the way he stirred in excitement at the thought of someone so small and measly attempting to fight him. How someone who barely passed his chest was attempting to fight him, not frightenedat fighting him, despite his size and stature.
Had he actually stuck around he would have realised that Tartaglia was shaking out of a hormonal bout and he would have been able to witness Dottore get chocked out by said boy when the scientist had attempted to poke fun at him.
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They meet several other times, however not many moments stick out to him, simply due to the boy only ever requesting to fight him, and him either ignoring or growing at him, which only causes the boy to shake and for his thighs squeeze one another. Every time he meets the boy, he attempts to ignore how small he looks next to capitano and how narrow his frame is, despite being a harbinger. His attempts to ignore it has only led the situation to worsen, quite frankly.
One moment, however, that he will always remember, and secretly cherish, is the time he had gone to Dottore.
At the time he had managed to damage his arm, so he had gone to the doctor so he could offer him a solution, a sling or a potion would have done just fine as he wasn't particularly bothered.
However, when he had reached the man's office it was to find Dottore and Scaramouche behind a flipped over bed as Tartaglia threw any piece of equipment he could find at their directions whilst screaming at the top of his lungs.
"You, absolute degenerate!" the boy screeched, face splotchy red instead of his normal pink glow. "You disgusting waste of space! I'll kill you; you utter freak!" the boy continued ranting, advancing closer and closer to the cowering scientist.
"I hate you." hissed Scaramouche at the doctor, as he attempted to find ways of escaping.
"How was I supposed to know he would react like that? It was a simple question than any man of science such as myself would ask." defended Dottore, pouting and kicking his feet, only to pull them closer when a potion flew close to them, shattering close. The ground where it had fell dissolving and bubbling.
"I think asking if he automatically gets wet around authority figures because he feels a primal need to mate is going a bit far." Scaramouche sarcastically responded, ducking his head back down when another beaker sailed over his head.
Capitano viewed the mess around him and contemplated just walking around with his injured arm before deciding that it was better to just get things over with instead of having to come back to an even worse situation.
He made his way towards the 11th, making sure that the younger couldn't see him, before he finally reached him and scooped him up with his uninjured arm, causing the ginger to let out a loud gasp. Immediately he took notice to the way the boy's body tensed, smaller stature attempting to escape Capitano, however even with one arm the boy was no match for him and his squirming amounted to nothing
"Shhh." he held the boy for a moment, enjoying how delicate he felt in his arms. "It's okay. If you ever feel the need to act out again, come to me. I'm sure I'll be able to calm you down, everywhere" he whispered.
After that he dropped the boy again and went searching for a healing potion. After finding one in one of the shelves above he exited the room. Just as the door shut, he heard a loud crash behind him and Dottore screeching.
"Scaramouche, restrain him! Or else he'll try and go after the captain and the Tsaritsa would rather her youngest alive!"
Capitano popped the lip off the potion and tried to not focus on the warmth in arm that he had used to hold Tartaglia and the way he can still hear the boys' gasps in his ear.
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Capitano will always savour this moment. No matter what enemy he defeats what reward the Tsaritsa gave him and whatever gift from the universe he receives, nothing will exceed the euphoria off being able to eat Childe out.
He enjoyed how those thighs, so soft and supple, yet with clear force and muscle beneath them, quivered and trembled, almost attempting to escae from him.
He enjoyed sucking on pretty pink clit and making Childe scream for him every time he managed to make the boy squirt. He enjoyed thrusting his tongue into the boy's cunt, revelled in the way he was able to fuck the boy on his tongue.
This is not the first time they had ended up in bed together. The smaller often acts out and after Capitano had found out it was due to both a desire to fight him and to have the older fuck him into oblivion, he thought he could fulfil at least one of his wishes. And by the Tsaritsadid it make him want to grant the other wish as well.
Childe took cock like a champ, even his cock. Especially his cock. At first, he had doubted the boy could even manage to fit him quarter way, however colour him surprised when the boy had ordered him to lie down and had managed to ride him. Of course, some of his cock couldn't make it into the boy's pussy, however, he could appreciate the effort the younger put in to be participate.
And seeing Childe with tears streaming down his face, face red as he continued riding the captain, trying to ignore his overstimulated cunt made his particularly appreciative.
"C-capitano, y-your cock." the ginger drooled out, still shaking after Capitano had left a heavy slap on his cunt
"Of course, you'd ask for that." he shook his head in mock disappointment, chuckling when he heard the younger whine at his words.
He lined his cock up with the hole, slapping it a few times with his cock simply so he could hear the younger boy whimper and see him spread his legs wider, and thrust in, delighting in the wail that the redhead let out.
He stilled his hips for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of the harbinger beneath him. The 11ths hair was dishevelled and in disarray, there were tears in his eyes and more streaming down his face, the face had flushed down to his chest where his nipples had been nibbled and pinched on. He then appreciated where the boy's stomach bulge around the size of his cock.
He brought a hand down and pressed at the bulge, chuckling mockingly at the panicked squeals the boy let out.
"So small and yet so eager to take this cock," he cooed, alternating between pressing and rubbing the boy's stomach. "Should ask her lady to transfer you from fighting into being personal cock sleave, it would be a shame to waste such talent."
Too bad the boy wasn't capable off much thought when he was speared on a cock. He would have enjoyed listening to him argue, listening to him try and fight it, only for his to be thrust into and lose his train of thought.
"Oh well, might as well enjoy you lie this." He then began thrusting into the boy with vigour, delighting in the punched out little noises he was making.
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Capitano was confused.
Now, normally this didn't happen. For as large as he was, that didn't mean he was just a brainless power nitwit. He was intelligent and excelled in many academics. However, he's not sure that even the most seasoned Sumeru scholar could explain what the phenomenon in front of him was.
Now, he understood that he was a giant. That was one thing. He understood that Ajax, whilst shorter than him, was still taller than the average person. So, what the actual fuck was going on in his family to make everyone else almost a foot taller than Ajax?
"It was when he fell." Ajax's mother explained, a stern woman, however with very obvious smile wrinkles. Her and Capitano observed as Ajax was carried by his older brother and paraded around the house. "The local healers say that when he fell, the psychological shock stepped him from growing past a certain height. Frankly, I have no idea if that's true or if something else happened."
He watched her carefully as she smiled at her family as they took turns passing Ajax around, him looking particularly small in his father's stocky arms. He watched as his boyfriend smiled and laughed, despite his never changing from their normal dullness.
"If it helps, I don't believe that he takes all of you being taller than him to heart." Capitano attempted to comfort the woman only to receive a laugh.
"Wish it would! Might make him stop fighting those beats in the forest and settle down." the woman held no mirth in her laughter.
Capitano stood silently as they watched Ajax carry his younger siblings, the only ones shorter than him. He took a moment before he spoke.
"Your son has grown. When I had first met him, he barely reached my hips. And now look at him, taller than most people out there. Your son has an incredible spirit within, and I don't believe anything, no fall to steep or mountain too high, could ever stop him from growing."
They stood silently again before the woman nodded. "You are indeed perfect for him." she patted his arms and then went to join her family, so that she as well could pick up her son and twirl him around, making sure that she didn't grim him too tight.
Capitano stared at the family before, watched as his boyfriend got twirled and adored by his family and for once, allowed himself to relax in the face of his lover's smile.