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gacharolls2021-08-06 12:01 am
acutabove) wrote in gacharolls2021-08-06 12:01 am
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>> 005 | I’m a soldier, not a plaything
[ Liyue is burning.
It had only been a few hours since the Snezhnayan army had landed on the city’s shores and in that time the soldiers had wasted no time cutting a swath of destruction and violence throughout the safe harbor. Merchant’s stalls were tipped over, their contents ransacked and pillaged. Temples burned on hilltops, shrines to the gods splattered with blood and viscera of their most devout followers. Ornate, gilded residences once home to nobles and elite politicians crumbled by the wayside and bodies of Liyue’s former citizens bled together in red trickles of blood that flowed like rivers through the streets.
Whatever class system that had been put in place before was inconsequential. There was far too much carnage to pick out the robes of a noble from ones of a commoner, and all parties bled the same.
It was uncertain what had prompted the attack. For all extents and purposes negotiations had been fine, with some trade ships conducting business as usual between the two nations as recently as a week ago.
One of the bodies laying in the street was a small figure garbed in Liyuen clothing, clutching a Snezhnayan matryoshka doll. Childe, better known as Tartaglia to his servants and Ajax to his close family, glanced over the grim sight and murmured a soft prayer before continuing on his way through the city. The bottoms of his boots and trousers were soaked with blood, stained until the fabric changed from a dull grey to a red so deep it was practically black.
He’d been pulled from his chambers by one of his men stumbling in, clothes ripped and tattered, blood flowing from a wound in his side. He’d yelled something about a surprise Millelith ambush and how several of his comrades had already been taken out while they were ransacking the Golden House, and then promptly passed out.
As Childe made his way there he took note of the destruction of the city with something like satisfaction and elation in his dark blue eyes. Perhaps it was because of his status as a Harbinger or maybe because his upbringing was less than conventional, but this was the sort of environment that he thrived in.
Bodies of Liyuen citizens littered the ground underfoot in the walk he took to reach the doors of the Golden House, and before stepping within he noted how they were slightly ajar, small handprints of blood standing out on the wood next to larger ones slimmer than his own.
How strange. He wondered if people had tried to take sanctuary here before the Fatui found them, or if they’d been chased here and sought to make their final stand in one of Liyue’s most well-known landmarks.
He sincerely hoped no blood got on the mora. From the last time he’d visited the mint he remembered that the caretakers tended to just leave it laying around in piles.
As he steps inside Childe finds himself staring at a scene of such carnage and violence he can’t help the catch of his breath, the way his pupils dilate while something warm and hot burns under his skin.
His men lay on the floor, clothes ripped and torn with the press of a blade or a spear. It’s a pole arm, he concludes, when he lifts his eyes and catches sight of a few more of his men surrounding a man with long brown hair dipped in gold.
And gods, he thinks. This man is a vision.
He wields the pole arm effortlessly, as though it’s another part of him. Childe watches as his men go flying with the force used against them, the butt of the shaft used in connection with an open palm to force the Fatui into giving the foreigner a wide berth.
Childe thinks he recognizes the uniform as something of similar make to the Millelith, but he’s not sure. There’s too much blood staining down the man’s front to be able to tell, and Childe hopes not all of it is this beautiful foreigner’s. ]
Enough. [ He calls out, voice ringing authoritatively in the open space. His men on the floor groan in reply. Childe keeps his gaze on the man in front of him, desire thrumming through his veins. ]
You’ve given my men quite the work out, haven’t you? [ It comes out teasingly as though there isn’t a Fatui lying limp with his arm missing. ]
My name is Tartaglia, Eleventh of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa’s Harbingers. But you can call me Childe.
[ And he smiles, the gesture so innocent it’s unfitting for the bloody scene all around them. ]
And what are you called, my lovely?
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his body feels like it's melting, moaning and gasping as his belly distends further. how much more can he take...? Childe is kissing at his neck and over his skin, and his fingers grip more tightly where they hold. he's lost everything now, all the sense and eloquence he has. breaths shudder through him in helpless gasps, his body throbbing hopelessly as cum gushes out of his abused hole and drips down his thighs. the air is quiet, almost achingly so, and he has to struggle to regain focus when Childe speaks.]
Ah? Ah.... [what would he like? lips press to his neck and he closes his eyes. what would he like....]
I can't... think... [if he's not careful, he thinks he might just collapse. his face is already set in the bed, and he's suddenly aware of how dry his mouth is, how much he's drooled in the past moments.]
Different... different clothes would be nice. A room of my own.
[he's never felt this exhausted in his life. his belly shifts with every breath, every word, and he's still lost for it. just... just a little bit of distance. just a little time to himself, where he's not being worn down to the ragged edge. Gods, he needs to recuperate after this, especially. there's only one way this could get any worse...]
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he'll draw up the plans in the morning, he thinks. give him the space that he deserves, send for the finest jewelry and accessories that he can gift the other man.
another kiss is pressed to his ear, then his neck, then his shoulders - and Childe flops on top of him with a sigh, probably crushing him into the mattress if Zhongli cannot catch himself on his knees in time.
when the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears subsides he can hear the howling of the winter winds outside and feel the sweat drying on his skin. he imagines he can hear the sound of his cum gushing out of Zhongli every time he breathes in or shifts, and it just makes him want to fill him up all over again.
in a few minutes, maybe. ]
I'll ... pick something out ... [ his voice is breathy and ragged, and his eyes are already half closing. ] Something... warm...
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as Childe's mouth presses kiss to his skin, he gives a faint noise as Childe flops down. it's more than enough, with how weak-limbed he is, to press him into the mattress, putting pressure on his poor bloated belly.
gods, whatever he'd expected of his life, this is... none of it. cum pours out of him and he doesn't think it'll ever stop, oozing down his legs and pooling under him.]
Y... yeah. [it's all he can manage, eyes closing as he focuses on the way Childe feels over him. he's warm and strong, and Zhongli's sure he could just... collapse here. fall asleep. something.] That would be... preferable...
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standing himself up on his knees, he presses one hand to Zhongli's asscheek and bites his lip as he slowly drags the length of his cock out of him. an utterly filthy mess of cum seeps out with the motion and, when he pulls himself free with a wet pop, a deluge of white splatters out and begins to ooze down the man's thighs in globs of cum. white strings of it cling to his dick and he settles back with a deeply contented sigh as he admires his handiwork. ]
You look like you're ready to sleep. I'll go fetch a towel and then we can get you under the covers.
[ he's already shifting on the mattress as he speaks, though, gently swatting at Zhongli's rear fondly before he pads slowly back to the bathroom. a bit of rummaging and he returns moments later with a slightly damp but warm cloth and proceeds to run it all along Zhongli's thighs and just over the surface of his hole, but not in. obviously he wants to keep him filled as long as possible. ]
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... I was ready to stop a while before thi--is.
[his breath hitches as a hand swats his sore rear, and all the soldier can do is just shiver. eyes close as he lets his body relax, trying to ignore the sensation of cum on his thighs, puddled beneath him. it's hard not to notice how quickly his body starts to tighten up, despite the sheer amount still inside him. what a mess...
there's a little squirming when Childe returns to clean him up too, which honestly has more to do with the fact that he's just... really, really sensitive now. it's probably no surprise, especially when he gasps softly as the cloth rubs over the surface of his hole.]
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when he returns, having taken a moment to clean his own cock off, he takes a moment to admire and appreciate the view of the other man stretched out in front of him. Childe makes quick work of gently guiding him down to lay on the bed - the mess puddled below isn't something he can really help, but he does roll Zhongli over to an unsoiled portion of mattress and blankets and pulls the covers over him - and then comes around the side to lay himself down, as well.
like many other past nights he wraps an arm around the man and pulls him against his side to tuck them against one another, pressing a kiss to his temple and cuddling in close. ]
You were really good today... [ he praises, fingers stroking absently through his hair. ] Probably the best I've ever had.
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he doesn't fight the pull to be tucked in against Childe this time, either, taking comfort in the warmth of his body nearby. this is... dangerous, he thinks. exceedingly, terribly dangerous. he could come to like this...]
... I told you it would be different, didn't I? [his voice is soft, eyes falling closed as fingers stroke through his hair. that's... nice. he has to admit - Childe is good. he'd broken him down, no matter how much Zhongli tried to fight.] I don't need that praise, you know.
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he tucks his head in against Zhongli's own and lets out a sigh. the exertion from a few moments before has started to set in in a delicious ache and warmth he can feel all throughout his body. the would probably need a bath in the morning, but that was fine. they could come to it when they came to it. ]
You're absolutely breathtaking when you cum. I don't need anything else from you except that.
[ which was both not much at all and everything all at once, wasn't it? but he won't linger long on that thought or entertain any of Zhongli's protests should they arise - he's very quickly falling into sleep, his breathing evening out by degrees and just barely heard over the howling winds beyond their bed. ]
wraps this up
after all he's done, back home, wouldn't he deserve it? at the very least, for keeping Liyue alive...]
I-- do you understand how absurd that sounds?
[Zhongli only sighs, because honestly they're both exhausted. more still, he's contented to let himself fall to sleep, nuzzling in closer than he ever had before. exhaustion is swift and sweet, and nothing but the howling winds will accompany them tonight. the rest... well, it's all to be handled in the future, isn't it?]
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[ and he follows that little statement up with a laugh, not at all bothered by this observation.
his arms tighten a little around Zhongli, not so much to keep him there as it is to just.. hold him. the other's weight is a comfort, lulling him into a comfortable mindspace as he lets his thoughts drift. the exhaustion from earlier is setting in, bathing his senses in heavy slumber and setting him adrift into a peaceful sleep.
in the morning, he'll have to contact the person responsible for remodeling the rooms and see if they can't make a chamber for Zhongli out of his own. or if there were any spares left about, but he had concerns about the man being apart from him when he was done with work. what else was Childe going to do with his time that wasn't sex? more work? ]