>> 005 | I’m a soldier, not a plaything

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[ 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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[under any other circumstance, he tells himself he would try to break free. That his hands wouldn't stay idle at the sides of the tub, holding on for dear life. It may not be true, not in its entirety... but he says it to himself nonetheless.

Stimulation claws and curls around him as Childe's fingers fuck mercilessly into him, globs of cum squelching, sloshing, splattering into the water below. He can't avoid it, can't quiet himself as his body shudders to accept everything it's given. Even if it's just the man's fingers, the swipe of his tongue along heated, sweat-touched skin... he can feel the cock pressed to his back, precum smearing against his flesh and throbbing there, a constant reminder.]

I-- i...!

[He yowls when those fingers flex and spread, stretching his hole wide to allow seed to trickle or pour out of it. It's so much, it's too much by far, and he hates the way it makes him whimper like he's some needy pup. Eyelids flutter and he exhales sharply, inhaling a gasp when the harbinger tugs at his cock. He so hard, it hurts... his balls feel tense and tight, but he can't-- he can't...]

St-- st-aah!

[fingers find his prostate and Zhongli's tongue lolls out of his mouth at the sheer amount of stimulation, body thrashing what little it can. He tries to speak, again and again, but only manages more moans and gasps. Hips buck and squirm only to continue without relief, heat brimming at his eyes.]

Chi-- lde- please-

[His balls tense again and the foreigner groans, breath catching in his throat with a little hic. How much more does he intend to do? His whole body aches for release, denied with every breath. Never in all his years has he been so pressed. Not even when he was building Liyue with his own hands, when he buried Gods and demons in the earth and seas. Being so thoroughly beaten feels wrong, and he can feel the thoughts of what it might be like seeping in to his thoughts. They mean nothing, he thinks; they only serve to propel Childe's fingers, the strange narrative he's taken.

Neither of them will see nor feel the little shift, the spark of gold that lights up and fizzles to nothing along his back. Not with how overstimulated the sealed God is, surely.]

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[ his breath catches at the sound of Zhongli's pleading and it's almost, almost enough for him to relinquish the grip he has on his cock, pull the fingers out of his ass and give the lovely Liyuen some relief.

almost - but he's been trained in such a way that his greed wins out over any sympathy he might have for him, and he only continues on undeterred.

his teeth nip and catch along Zhongli's shoulder, biting bruises and blemishes into his skin as his fingers curl inside of him and pulverize his prostrate with furious plunges. he fingerfucks the other man with the fervor of his passion for him, drawing out glob after string after dollop of thick, creamy cum that splatters in the water beneath.

Childe, for his part, contents himself with murmuring affections and praises against Zhongli's damp skin. they are a litany of compliments and endearments in Snezhnayan, telling him how he drives him crazy, how his body feels against him, that he wants to give him the world if he'll take it - but it's doubtless Zhongli will understand any of it and even less likely he'll have a kind word to say.

and when Childe cannot bear it, when he finds there's no more cum to draw out of him, then and only then does he yank his fingers out and drag the other man by the hips back onto his lap. his own cock sits erect and proud and, feverishly, desperately, he lines up Zhongli's winking hole before suddenly shoving him down onto his swollen dick, stuffing the Liyuen all up in one go just as he removes his fingers from Zhongli's cock and finally grants him leave to cum. ]

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[almost, but it's not enough. Childe does nothing to give the Liyuen any relief, and so he's left twitching and squirming, crying out as fingers plunge and flex and continue to clean him out. teeth nip and bite and mark his skin and it's entirely too much.

all his efforts to blink back tears mean nothing in the face of his aching dick, the way his body twitches and squirms to try and free himself. Childe murmurs words in Snezhnayan and perhaps, if he were less overwhelmed, he could catch some of them. if his breaths weren't helpless gasps and hics between pleading to stop, to free him, to cum... saliva drips down his chin and tears fill his eyes, falling as he tries to blink them back.

when it finally ends, it's almost explosive, honestly. fingers yank out of his hole and he's left with absolute nothing outside of the squeeze of his hand over his cock. he can't even complain as he's yanked back, the entirety of Childe's cock stuffed into his aching hole, squeezing and tensing like he'll die if he doesn't keep it inside. fingers release his cock and he gives a helpless, scratchy outcry as his orgasm hits.

and it hits hard, his whole body locking up and pressing back into his captor's body. he's never, never cum so hard, thick and heavy as it splatters against the tub and past its edges. it's not enough to make the tears stop, not yet, and his head lilts to one side as his he breathes in hitches and gasps. mumbling again in Liyuen, his whole body trembles even when he's no longer actively cumming, all the strength gone from every limb of his body. even when he remembers how to speak in a common language, he can't find actual words. it's just little noises, tremulous and worn.]

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[ unsurprisingly, Childe is already so far gone that it takes little stimulation to actually get him to cum. the action of fucking the other man open on his fingers, coupled with Zhongli's ecstatic, breathtaking moans worked in tandem to drive him as wild as if he'd been rutting into the man for hours now. perhaps that was testament to how much he'd indulged in the Liyuen's body, that his own could respond with little more than a few well-placed cries of pleasure.

so as Zhongli hits the peak of his orgasm and tumbles off the precipice into mindless, euphoric pleasure, Childe reaps the benefits of his spasming body and finds himself tumbling along after him quickly enough. all the hard work he'd put into cleaning the other man out was instantly wiped away as his cock throbs and pulses and pumps string after string of cum into Zhongli's empty hole.

he cums hard, nudged up so tightly against the foreigner's prostate that he can probably feel every twitch of his dick as it utterly floods and saturates his insides with spend. teeth latch onto the other man's shoulder and bite down, and even if Zhongli cannot manage any movement on his own that's fine - Childe's hands are on his hips, dutifully, rocking him back and forth and bouncing him roughly on his cock as though to milk his release as much as he possibly can.

as with all his orgasms it doesn't take long for Zhongli's belly to swell, turning him gravid and heavy with the sheer amount of seed that fills his tummy. the swell of Childe's cock is but an afterthought as Zhongli fills out with his cum, a cute little pooch of seed and spend marking the Snezhnayan's impressive orgasm.

so much for getting clean. that's at least another full bath's worth of clean-up. ]

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[weakly, Zhongli hics and gasps as his body twitches and jolts against the cock splitting it open. The tip of his cock nuzzles the foreigner's prostate and another splash of white paints the tub and floor before them.

Childe's orgasm follows suit and as the first rope of spend sloshes into his well-worn insides, there's a weak noise of protest.]

Nuh-- nnh... ah...

[Oh. Oh no. He's drooling as hot warmth floods his insides, stricken by another, weaker orgasm as the Snezhnayan bites down on his neck. Fucked into utter submission, truly.

Childe bounces Zhongli's hips on his cock and it's all the captive can do to moan and sob from the overstimulation. His own dick is still leaking pearly precum, even though he doesn't think he can cum again for a while, and his chest glistens with sweat and cum alike, the latter glazing his skin like a precious little treat.

Another whimper escapes as his belly distends again, the swell of his master's owner's captor's cock overwritten by the bulk of his cum. Fingers slip into Childe's hair before Zhongli even notices he's doing it, holding gently as he gasps for air and spreads his legs to properly support (and show off) his swelling tummy. Childe may have fried his brain a little with that stunt, more than he ever has before. He's mumbling, babbling on in Liyuen about how good it feels, how much it aches, how hard he came. How his ass feels so loose and so tight and he's lucky he's not pregnant yet.

So much for getting cleaned up, but at least Zhongli isn't in any position to complain about it.]

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[ when the mindlessness of his orgasm finally dissipated, it's only then that Childe relaxes, boneless, against the sides of the tub, catching his breath while Zhongli loses his mind above him. the heat encompassing his cock is practically soothing, easy to get lost in; after all the sex they've had it's a wonder he isn't less affected by it.

idly, his hand rubs over the foreigner's gravid belly, feeling the work he put in. ]

Look at that, Zhongli. Now I have to clean you out all over again.

[ he chuckles, as if at some joke. as it his wasn't something he'd planned all along, a means to keep the pretty Liyuen from escaping to the safety and privacy of his room. he'd be lying if he said he weren't greedy enough to want to keep filling him again and again, keep him in his bed so that Zhongli would eventually never be able to bear being apart from him. it's a romantic notion, but one that's not completely without its downsides.

for example, Childe imagines he might get very bored if that was the case. but then again - he's fucked the foreigner for so long and hadn't gotten bored yet. it's doubtful he would any time soon, so long as Zhongli was willing to let himself be a hole for the Snezhnayan's cock. ]

Hey, you're still with me, right? You want me to pull out?

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Don... d-don't... nnh...

[Zhongli is just as boneless as Childe rubs over his belly, eyelids lilting nearly closed. it's not fair, it's not fair. he's a proud warrior, not some cocksleeve, and yet...

and yet, here he is, legs spread for his captor's attentions, and he's too oversensitive to pretend he doesn't like it.]

You're such a bastard...

[slurring, he just lets himself rest for a moment rather than answering the question. he's still struggling to think, shifting his weight.]

T... take it out. [he doesn't want it out] I can clean myself out. [he wants Childe's fingers spreading him open, squelching in the mess he's made of Zhongli's insides and emptying him out only to spread his aching hole wide and plug him up again] I want to go nap. [he has to go, before he gives in and keeps himself sealed up with his captor's cock like the pretty slave he swears he isn't.]