Riptide (Childe x Scaramouche)

Becoming human

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Childe glanced at his watch, Its 10:52pm.
Does Scaramouche even sleep?

Doesn't seem like it.

He glances over at him, hes laying on the bed, checking over his bandages.

"Hey, do you sleep?"

Scara gets up, grabbing his roll of fresh bandages,

"I can, doesn't mean I need to or will suffer any bodily harm if I don't."

"So you don't need the same things that humans need?"

Scara starts unbuttoning his shirt before continuing.

"I AM human you twat. I have skin, blood and organs, just like you. I just happen to be created artificially, you were created inside another body. But no, I don't need the same things you need."

He take pulls his shirt of his back, revealing a beautiful purple tattoo, his eternity symbol.

"So.... um..."

"Ugh, if you have a question, ask it. Don't bother being annoying and akward."

Scara unravelled the bandages around his shoulder, it was covered in blood that Scara failed to clean out. He struggled to wrap the new bandages around it.

"Here let me-"

"No."

Childe paused,

"But I can help, I always get injured so I know how to wrap bandages properly."

"Whatever. Go ahead. But if you try anything sneaky, I'll have your head on my wall."

"Yeah okay"

Childe moved closer, Scaras eyes on him every step of the way. He grabbed the bandages and held Scaras arm. His arm and shoulder must have been sore because he hissed in pain and pulled away.

"..sorry"

Scaramouche didn't look happy, but again forced himself to let Childe touch him.

He took his arm, more gently this time, and had a look at the wound.

"You need to clean the dried blood off before you wrap it again."

"Fine. I'll get a bath running."

Childe followed Scara to the luxury bathroom, the question he had before still aching at his throat.

Once Scara had prepared a good enough bath, he hopped in.

"Um, you still have your pants on. Aren't u gonna-"

Scaramouche gave him a disgusted look,

"Not that I wanna see-"

"Tch, just get on with it."
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The blood came off easy with the hot water, the flakes dissolving into the water. Childe didn't want to hurt Scara so he used his hand to gently clean over and around the cut, it was healing nicely but still had a few days to go.

"So um, about the question I had before..."

Scaramouches eyes flicked to the gingers.

"Go on."

"Uh, do you.. get um, do you ever get horny?"

Scara looked at Childes crotch area, then back at his face.

"Oh I'm not asking because I am-"

"Why do you ask then?"

"Just curious."

Scara sighed,

"Well the answer is no. I have the same stuff you do, but I don't feel the same urges."

"So you don't get hard?"

"No."

Interesting to know, Childe sighed, stepping back to let the other know he was finished. The bathwater had been dyed a light red from all the blood, gross.

Scara got out and gestured for Childe to find him a new pair of pants and a shirt.
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Once he was fully dressed, Childe remembered the important vile that dottore gave him.
He pulled it out of his pocket, it was disguised with a "rose essential oil" label. He read the back,
"Warning: the effects are irreversible, be careful."

Childe remembered that Dottore said that the effects of it would not affect childe, only Scaramouche.

He was curious to know what it did.

"What's that."

Scaramouche snatched the vial from Childe's hands and read the label.

"Hm, I have a diffuser over there, put it in the top."

Handing it back to childe, Scara went to lay down, grabbing a book from the table and getting comfy on the couch.

Childe made his way to a white diffuser and put the 'fragrance oil' in the top part, turning it on.

He went to sit down, earning a nasty glare from Scara.

Within a few minutes, the entire room was full of a beautiful rose fragrance. It didn't seem to  be doing anything though.

By 11:30pm, the rose smell had worn off. Childe was asleep on the fluffy carpeted floor, while Scaramouche was still awake reading.

Scara paused, marking his spot in the book and looking at Childe, he looked so peaceful while sleeping. He had a muscular build too, he had strong arms and definitley had a pack of muscles behind that shirt.

He looked at his hair, it's a beautiful and intriguing shade of orange.

Scara eventually got up, but when he did he felt a tightness in his pants.
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"Mmph, what?"

Childe was shook awake by a terrified looking Scara.

"Penis haver, tell me what mine is doing"

Childe awoke, eyes heavy and tired considering he was just woken up in the middle of the night.

"What did you just call me? And- oh my."

The gingers attention was brought to a tent in the others pants.

"This has never happened before, what does it mean."

Childe laughed which just made Scara more angry.

"Scara, you're horny."
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