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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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[It only really, truly sinks in how obsessed with him Childe is when that word falls from his lips. That is, he'd been aware that he struggled to keep his hands to himself, that he planned on having Zhongli every way he could, but...

It makes something twist in his gut to hear him pleading like that. Given his circumstance, he shouldn't get used to feeling like he has any kind of advantage, but here they are.]

... are you afraid I'll change my mind?

[It's asked softly, with hands curled tight on his hips. If the harbinger wanted, he could pull his prize down and take him however he wanted. But... he doesn't, and that... well, it matters. It matters more than most things.

One hand shifts to rest on Childe's muscled, warm stomach, and he inhales a slow breath as he sinks down. The first inch or so is easy enough after all this time; the head of Childe's cock stretches him like an attentive lover, and the foreigner can't hold back the soft sigh as he feels it.

Then, he's lowering down more, and the stretching just one very skilled tongue can manage is rapidly tested. He feels huge, bigger somehow with every inch Zhongli buries inside himself, and the groan that escapes his parted lips is practically wrecked. Still gripped firmly in hand, his hips tremble as pressure mounts, and he rises up only to sink down and ease in another inch at a time.

Fuck. Fuck... he feels so nice. It's as different as he expected, enjoying the feeling of being stretched at his own urging.]

... big...

[It's an absent mumble, wrapped in a moan as he reaches the halfway point in Childe's cock. Having his entrance teased was nothing compared to this.]

[ Something affectionate and hot swells in Childe's chest at every little shift and nuance of Zhongli's expression, the Harbinger utterly, completely captivated by the sight above him. The foreigner's damp brown strands frame his face like a lover's touch, and Childe longs with want to sweep them away, to cup his face and whisper encouragements over how well he's sinking onto him.

Because he is big, and that was partly why he had held off on fucking into Zhongli like he'd wanted to before he was fully healed up. That and also possibly the realization that once he'd fully taken him, he'd never want to leave his bed ever again. Obsession was a scary thing.

It takes every single fiber of his being not to just thrust up into that yielding heat, not to spread the other's walls wide around the girth of his cock and imprint himself on his insides to feel for days after they're done here. His entire body trembles with the strain and the little bucks and shifts of his hips are things he could hardly be blamed for.

When Zhongli gets to the halfway point Childe lets his head fall back, throat bared as he groans long and steady, the sound vibrant and twisted into a Snezhnayan curse that's hissed into the silence of the room. Every inch Zhongli swallows into his body is another inch off his life. His fingers grip and squeeze and knead, doing everything except pull him down like he wants to and some distant part of his mind that isn't currently drowning in heat is hoping that Zhongli notices how well he's behaving.

It's different than just fucking his rim. It's different than opening him up with his tongue, spreading slickness and heat over Zhongli's insides. It feels like he's claiming him, like they're claiming each other, and it's that thought that makes his cock twitch in intense throbs against the brunet's inner walls, a fresh bead of pre-cum squeezed out at the tightness of him and smearing into his body like a mark of possession. ]

Fuuuuuuck... you feel -- you feel so fucking good...

[ His voice strains on every word. He's already coming undone, and he's not even all the way in yet. Fingers knead encouragingly on his hips and he almost bucks up, almost sinks himself balls deep the rest of the way in but he thinks better of it.

But gods, is it hard. ]

Keep going - I want to see myself inside you... [ His fingers shift from gripping to gently framing, and his thumb brushes over Zhongli's stomach, just at his navel. ] I'm gonna go right here, Zolotse...

[It feels like hours, just easing himself down an inch at a time. Zhongli finds it almost enough to drive him crazy fingers curled against Childe's stomach.

How much more is there, he wonders. He must be halfway or more... and as a result, he's quite aware of the effort the man must be making. Knowing what he asked for, it can't be easy to just keep touching and not pushing toward that end.]

I-- ah.

[Another inch or two sinks in, his body almost enthusiastic in accepting it, and his head tilted forward to watch hands move over his stomach, framing and brushing over his skin.]

That-- that isn't how it works, is it?

[Little does he know that's exactly how it works, and just another inch or so is all he'll need before he can feel the tip of his captor's cock against his skin.

It's enough to deepen the tinge of his cheeks, and the foreigner bites his lip as he continues. Another good thrust and--]

Nnnhh--!!

[It's almost sudden, the instant his hips press into Childe's, cock throbbing between them as the harbinger's bulges his belly just so.

He's going to lose his mind like this, he's sure of it. How is he supposed to keep enough sense to move when he feels so fucking full?]

I- I... fuck... it's so hot...

[He feels like it might burn him if he's not careful, pre-cum slicking his insides as he makes little, experimental movements that are enough to make his whole body tremble.

It wasn't supposed to feel this good, he thinks. Would it have, if Childe had just sunk balls-deep into him? He doesn't know, but right now, his fingers grip at the harbinger's shoulders, trying to work himself up to rising off that length.]

[ Childe thinks he can feel a bit of drool leaking past his lips at the feeling of being encased in tight, clenching heat, and the knowledge that it's his beloved prize he'd taken out of the burned out remains of the harbor is probably what's affecting him so strongly. Knowing that Zhongli is willingly taking him in, seating himself on his cock and sheathing him with the grace and dignity he affects at every waking moment... it takes every fiber of Childe's being not to just cum right then and there.

His fingers squeeze and clench on the other man's hips while he adjusts and the Harbinger is convinced for a moment that his vision has gone white. It's so hot, it's so tight inside of him, every throb and pulse of his dick met with what he can only assume is the steady thump of Zhongli's heart. ]

Zhongli... [ He keens, and his voice strains at the edges. Why hadn't he done this sooner? He should have done this as soon as he'd brought him home. ] Oh - oh, fuck, you feel so good -- [ It feels like he's babbling, praises in both the common tongue and in his native Snezhnayan spilling from his lips like the man's wringing all his secrets out of him. ]

I -- [ Blue eyes slit open and fixate on the protrusion in the foreigner's stomach right where he said it would be. ] -- oh God, I can see myself in you, fuu --

[ A hand unclenches the grip it's got on his hips to slide over and frame the imprint of his cock in the brunet's abdomen. Childe presses down gently with the tips of his fingers and the sudden pressure against where he's got his dick lodged as deep as it can go inside of the other is enough to make his vision actually go white.

He knows he promised him he wouldn't touch, but he's about to lose his fucking mind here. ]

If you don't start moving -- [ It comes out as a growl, a threat before he can reel it in, his blue eyes suddenly bright with a feral hunger. ] -- if you don't start moving, fuck, I'm gonna roll you over and fuck a baby into you.

[ The hand he's still got on Zhongli's hip squeezes in idle threat. By this point the brunet should realize when Childe was being serious - and also that he seldom could control himself when it came to the pretty foreigner in his bed. The late nights and early morning was proof enough of that. ]

[Zhongli is scarcely listening to the words; it's hard enough to keep his senses in mind as he sits on Childe's lap. Hard enough to think of moving before the man realises he's bulging his pet's belly.]

Wai-- wait-!

[Fingers press against his stomach and Zhongli gives a sharp little groan, his own hands gripping a little tighter at the harbinger's sides. Fuck, fuck, he feels nice like that...]

I just. Need a moment... I'm trying... [He doesn't think for a second that Childe won't do just that. Indeed, he's absolutely lost any upper hand he might have had, and just rising up an inch is a lesson in stimulation.]

How are you so... fuck... big?

[He's almost offended, as he rises up a couple of inches only to sink back down with a heady, needy moan. Gods, he almost wants to let himself be rolled over and fucked silly.

Honestly... if Childe's patience snapped, he doesn't think he'd even complain now. The idea of fucking a baby into him is illogical, of course, but he doesn't see the need to correct the harbinger on such a silly notion.]

[ If Childe didn't think Zhongli were beautiful before, he most certainly would now, watching this pretty thing struggle to accept the entirety of his cock inside his tight, clenching hole. His breath escapes him in a gasp for more, pleasure dripping off of every little noise he makes while he hands move to knead encouragingly at Zhongli's thighs.

He's trying so hard to restrain himself. After this - after this, he's going to demand some kind of recompense, he thinks. Maybe he'll take him again, and again, pound into the Liyuen's pliant hole until the fire burning under his skin is completely sated.

Knowing him, that would probably take until dawn.

In an effort to not unravel much too quickly for his liking, Childe focuses on anything else aside from the brunet squeezing around him so heavenly: the way his bare skin rises with goosebumps from a mixture of the cold and the stimulation on his cock; the howl of the wind outside, the Tsaritsa's ever-present storm a constant during their long nights wrapped up in each other; the rattling of the window panes as the winter storm batters and beats on it in an attempt to get inside.

And then, inevitably, the slow friction on his cock when the foreigner flexes his legs and lifts himself up before sinking down, the moan he lets out thrumming throughout the entirety of his body and, consequently, through Childe's dick where he's lodged deep inside of him.

It's the last push before his thread of control finally snaps, and with an iron-grip on Zhongli's generous ass, his fingers clenching and kneading the meat between them, he raises the other up enough until just the tip is lodges in him, pulling Zhongli up onto his knees - and then suddenly bucks up while pulling down, slamming his cock inside the deepest he's gone yet with a strangled sort of groan at the heat around him.

It's not unlike the way he'd fucked his rim before; only this time, of course, his strokes reach deeper, harder inside, Childe taking everything he wanted from Zhongli's hole sucking him in so greedily and forcing the man down onto his cock again and again, using him like he were nothing more than a hole to give him pleasure.

He should have done this ages ago. So much wasted time.. ]

[It's fine. Zhongli is getting used to it, and every movement is a little easier than the last, his heartbeat picking up somewhat as he rocks his hips.

And then, there are fingers gripping his hips, and they rise too high, too fast...]

Ah-- ah, wait, I-

[Childe pulls his hips down and thrusts up, and Zhongli howls at the sensation. It's too much, way too much, except... except it isn't, and his weight shifts to curl long fingers along Childe's shoulders as the harbinger forces his weight wherever he wants it. Oh, fuck, oh gods, his body keeps sucking the other's cock in, and his stomach bulges with each balls-deep thrust.

He's going to lose his mind, he's sure of it.]

[ The howling is like a direct line to his cock, and Childe feels himself groaning in reply. Each downward plunge he forces on Zhongli's body ensures he sheaths himself as deep inside as he possibly can, balls meeting the foreigner's ass with a meaty smack and the tip of his cock grinding against his insides to bulge out his stomach at every point.

He thinks he's saying words, his mouth is open to let out every single affection and moan and sigh of the other's name out, but he's not sure exactly what comes out of his mouth (a mixture of Snezhnayan and common, probably, pretty compliments paid specifically to Zhongli's ass and the heat of his body).

It's on a particularly heavy slam, Childe holding the other down by the hips so he can grind out the shape of his cock against his inner walls, that Childe flexes his strength and quickly rolls them both over. Now Zhongli lays under him, his back resting flush on the silken sheets and soft coverlets, and Childe gets to work quickly hauling up his legs to rest on his shoulders before he draws his hips back and fucks.

There's no teasing the rim with little kisses and grinds of the tip of his cock from all the nights before. No, instead he plunges in, forcing Zhongli's body wide around the thickest part of him, hilting himself in so deep the foreigner will be able to feel the ache for days. It doesn't even occur to him that this might be the brunet's first time; now that he's got a taste of what really fucking Zhongli is like, all the fondness and the obsessions he had with the man has built to a fever pitch, the emotions and the fascination he has with the pretty foreigner overflowing and overpowering much of his rational thought.

He should slow down, he thinks, as he braces his knees on the bed, readjusts his center of gravity and begins to absolutely ream the man's ass with every ounce of strength he had. Zhongli scarcely has time to bounce off the mattress with each thrust before Childe is bearing down upon him again, jackhammering into him with a frenzy and a hunger that's more violent than anything he'd shown yet. Pre-cum and his own spit slicks up Zhongli's inner walls, the excess from what he's leaking forced out around the thickness of his thrusting cock to stain the sheets in a slowly growling puddle of mess beneath him.

Childe fucks Zhongli like it's the last time he's ever going to fuck him, devouring and starving for it, throwing the entirety of his weight into each motion to ensure that Zhongli takes everything he has to give. ]

[There's really no admonishing Childe, is there? At first, Zhongli has no real options as the harbinger plunges him down onto his cock, struggling to breathe as it grinds every inch into his insides. There are words, he can hear, but even if he understood them, he's not sure if he would have really processed any.

Hips slam into his, and his voice is almost a whimper as he's stretched wide around the Snezhnayan's girth. It's enough to give him a tiny reprieve, at least, to catch his breath for a few precious seconds before cold sheets hit his back and earn a sharp little inhale.]

Childe, wait, pl--

[His urgent plea is cut off as Childe's hips fuck back into him, another helpless howl on his lips. His cheeks burn as the redhead plunges in, eyes squeezing tightly closed. He can't even manage to relax enough, pain dragging tension into his body, reminding him of just how fragile humans are. He doesn't even remember when he'd squeezed his eyes shut, but they sting with the burn of tears as his body is forced to stretch wide over the whole of his cock.

It hurts. There's pleasure too, though, and it's all the foreigner can do to remind himself that he accepted this. That makes it his own fault, doesn't it? He can't get a breath to even plead with his captor to slow down, to let him get used to it. Fingers fail in any attempt to work for a long moment, until they're suddenly scrabbling for purchase, trying to push Childe away from him. Gods, the pain has to fade, doesn't it? He's sure it must be going away slowly, right? He's dealt with so many worse injuries than this, ones with no undercurrent of pleasure.]

[ Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long before Childe can feel himself rapidly approaching his finish, the sensations of Zhongli squeezing around him so tightly coupled with his rising noises of pain and pleasure it works in tandem to push him closer and closer to the edge. His thrusts take on a desperate, almost violent pitch, the bed creaking erratically as though in protest as the Harbinger chases after his pleasure in the grip of the foreigner's body, his fingers gripping to bruises on hips as he leans back to get a good look at his face.

Only to pause when he sees the way Zhongli's expression is contorted into pain and he sees, for the first time, the way his hands push at him like he's trying to shove him off. His hips still, slowly, unable to stop completely with the friction still being granted to his dick, and Childe immediately cups at Zhongli's face with both his hands, alarm written all over his features. ]

Zhongli? Hey - hey, are you okay? Zhongli?

[ Was it... it couldn't have been his first time, right? Not someone as beautiful as Zhongli, despite the seriousness that he seemed to take his Millelith du-- oh.

... no, no, surely even someone like Zhongli would have found the time for an outlet of release, right? ... Right?

But he thinks back to how the foreigner had settled himself so slowly over him, how he'd whined and gasped about how big he was. Even if he wasn't a virgin, it was very obvious that he'd never taken something as big as Childe before, something that fills him with a fierce sense of pride and makes his cock throb where it's lodged deep inside him, unforgiving as a steel bar.

His voice is soft, concerned when he speaks next, and almost all the traces of desperation and hunger have dissipated. It's almost like he's been pulled out of whatever trance he's been in. ]

Am I hurting you?

[He slows, and the relief is absolutely palpable in Zhongli's body. Every breath is still difficult, and there's some anger in his glare in spite of the shimmer of wetness in his eyes.]

Of-- of course it hurts. It felt like you were tearing me apart.

[The tone of his voice is thin and breathy, fingers still trembling against Childe's shoulders. He's not pushing away anymore, trying not to squirm as the harbinger's cock throbs inside him. It doesn't hurt as much like this, just leaves him feeling terribly full.]

I told you, I was going as quickly as I could. It isn't as though I've done this before.

[His hips shift, and though there's a little flinch, the motion is largely pleasurable. After another moment, his voice feels almost as strong as normal. He has no idea he's just confirmed what Childe only just thought was practically impossible, of course. It's just a simple fact, to him.]

You could at least let me get used to it first.

[ Ah.

So all this time, Zhongli had never...? ]

You're -- you were a virgin? [ Were, because if he was he definitely wasn't now. Not after taking his tongue and his mouth and his fingers and his cock. Not after laying here, Childe's dick nestling somewhere deep inside of him, his ass pressed flush against the Harbinger's hips.

It's almost ludicrous, in a way, but also somewhat believable. He could believe that nobody had had a tongue silver enough to talk the brunet into getting into bed with them. Somehow the knowledge that he was Zhongli's first filled him with equal parts possessiveness and elation, even though the notion that the brunet had saved himself for marriage was a laughable one. ]

... Sorry, I just thought... [ Well. He wasn't sure what he thought. The image of Zhongli being debauched by another didn't seem quite right.

With a bit of a wince, Childe sits back further and jostles the dick inside of Zhongli. He's still hot and throbbing inside of him even if the mood had cooled a little.

With his eyes carefully trained on Zhongli's face he begins to pull out, the motion infinitely slow, tender, so that the brunet can feel every single inch and the release of pressure against his stomach as Childe's cock slips out of him in increments. A deep breath and then he's slowly, torturously, pressing himself back in, enough he can both see and feel the way Zhongli opens around him, how his hole clenches sweetly around his girth as though welcoming him back home. ]

... is this okay? Better?

Yes. I had never really had any interest. I would have thought that would be obvious from earlier.

[Perhaps there was a possibility he'd been fucked but never sucked dick, but that seemed pretty unlikely, didn't it? Then again, Zhongli... really doesn't know. He also doesn't know what to make of Childe's expression, whatever it was he thought.

The harbinger sits back and Zhongli inhales a sharp breath, his belly shifting with the length still so deep inside. Then... then he's moving, pulling out slowly, tenderly, and the hitch of breath is much easier, his expression and body not as tense as before. His stomach flattens out until Childe's hips start back inward. It's torturous, heavy, and he shudders out what's almost a sigh as that weight sinks back in. It's easy enough to read his expression, but he makes the effort to nod.]

Better. It still hurts a little, but I think-- that's going to happen anyway.

[After how rough he was being, Zhongli will no doubt have to actually have some time free of his cock to recover before it's even slightly pain-free.]

[ The stricken look on Childe's face says it all. He'd thought that Zhongli's barely passing interest in sleeping with him had more to do with his situation than any lack of real-world experience in the matter. While most would be jumping for joy at finding such a prized, virgin beauty, Childe instead felt horribly guilty.

(Though, admittedly, there was a darker, more obsessive part of him that relished in the notion that he was the first to touch Zhongli this way. He'll probably ruminate more on that later.)

At some point Childe shifts, leaning forward over Zhongli and pressing his legs open just a little bit more. He comes to rest first on his hands, then on his elbows over the other man, the action pressing himself in deep with a hitch of breath as he feels Zhongli's stomach bulge out around his cock. He definitely is big; there's no doubt about that. Perhaps there's something to the quip of things being bigger in Snezhnaya.

From there, it's simple to control the movement of his hips enough that he doesn't so much as thrust into the pretty foreigner as he does simply roll into him. Each slow drag of his cock along Zhongli's abused inner walls is like a constant, unending grind of friction that shoots pleasure directly into his stomach. Childe's pace is far more sinuous, much more sensual this time around, flooding Zhongli's senses with the feeling of cock sliding into him one slow, languishing inch at a time. And then out again, so that Zhongli can feel the way his body squeezes around nothing in degrees when Childe eases himself out to just the tip - and then in, again, the pace as gentle and slow as the rise and fall of breath.

His fingers clench into his fists, teeth finding his lower lip and biting into it. It takes a considerable amount of restraint to hold back on his baser instincts so he doesn't just pound into the man like he wants to. Perhaps Zhongli could appreciate the effort. ]

... Hhhhh, Zhongli... you feel so good around me...

[ Unable to help himself, and desperately looking for any kind of distraction to get him through this, he dips his head and begins to kiss and suck along the immaculate skin of the foreigner's pale neck. His knees slipping on the covers ends up plunging him in a little too deeply, a little too quickly, ripping a strangled sort of noise out of his throat before he quickly pulls out and resumes his gentle pace. ]

You're so hot... so tight, so good for me...

[Zhongli falls into the pleasure of it before long at all. Legs spread, he exhales a breathy sigh and arches up a little into the depth of it. The roll of hips is undeniably sensual, but that feeling is something he's gotten used to since Childe had first started to eat him out regularly.

The constant shift of his hips is an insistent pleasure that makes his cock ache with need, fingers curling in the sheets beneath him as his stomach bulges, shrinks, bulges again.]

It-- ah... that feels good. You're so-- mmnh-!

[He very nearly bites his tongue when Childe mouths and sucks at the sensitive column of his neck. Fingers dislodge from the sheets to thread into red hair, kneading at his scalp as his motions continue. It's almost in perfect timing with the harbinger's knees slipping forward, strangled noisemeet with strangled noise, but it's... good, he thinks.

It's only a little faster, and it makes him want to squirm. He actually whines faintly when Childe returns to his previous pace.]

I... I... you can... [He exhales a breathy sigh, cheeks still so red. There are no more tears, though beads of sweat well on his skin here and there.] You can move-- faster. Just a little... it. It feels okay now.

[By now, he's sufficiently loosened to take his captor's cock without protest, tight though he still is. Honestly, he thinks he needs it, lest this intimate place and soft teasing drive him insane.]

[ A part of him wants to ask Zhongli if he's sure, if his body has relaxed enough to be able to take his girth without difficulty. For all that he's painted himself as a tyrant - not really on purpose, it was just how things between them unfolded as a result of his childish greed and indomitable will - he still cared enough about Zhongli to tend to him and make sure he was healthy and well.

He cared enough to threaten anyone who would come to this wing without permission, detailing all the ways he would rip the skin off their muscles, tendons and bones if they so much as dared step in the hall without asking for permission. Not that Zhongli knew that, of course. For all the foreigner knew this part of the palace was largely empty, unknowing of the painful detours the other Fatui had to take to avoid stomping through.

Zhongli's request does not go unheard and at the sound of it Childe stills the motions of his hips, lifting a hand to gently smooth a bit of gold-tipped hair from the foreigner's pretty features. ]

Don't tell me that... [ It's infinitely more fond than it has any right to. Childe lets out a breathy little laugh, shifting and trying not to think about how perfect Zhongli feels around him, how accepting his body is as though they were made for each other. ]

I won't be able to stop. This is fine for now, isn't it?

[ It's almost like he's asking him to keep at this pace - for now. Possibly for the rest of their night together. ]

[Don't tell me that. Something in it is so fond, almost painfully fond, and his head feels... heavy. Swimming, he thinks, in the plethora of sensations he's found himself in.]

Ah... I... [He's going to go crazy, he thinks. This is far too intimate, too sweet, too... everything. But if the alternative is right back to where they were before... maybe he's right.

Maybe it is better.]

You can do what you like, after all. It's just... nnmph.

[He can feel just how tightly he clenches around Childe's slowly shifting cock, cheeks red and body trembling. There's no saying how long this will keep going, especially with how long the harbinger had gone just with his tip.]

I won't be able to think if you keep up like this... though, I suppose you don't mind that, either.

[ It is intimate, perhaps too much so. But if Childe had any thoughts to spare, they're too busy being consumed by how beautiful Zhongli looks under him. Naked, his pale body a canvas waiting to be marked, the trembles in his abdomen doing wonders to stimulate the cock bulging out his flat stomach.

The knowledge that the brunet is untouched - because his virginity had been confirmed in no uncertain terms - and that Childe is probably the first to see him like this? That only makes things a hundred times better.

So it's easy enough to continue with his slow, rocking pace. The friction around his dick is enough to make him see stars even if it is just effectively Zhongli laying there and taking it.

While his pace is slow, a cadence of breaths between them - stuttering only when his legs slip on the sheets and he fills Zhongli all at once, stuffs him up full of cock like it's what he deserves - there is power behind his thrusts. Each weighty rock into the foreigner is a heavy slam, one that sends the bed creaking in protest and pushes the headboard against the wall in rhythmic thumps.

At some point his hands find Zhongli's own and he intertwines their fingers together before pinning them on either side of his head. He dips his head down, nosing at the brunet's cheeks, lips finding his jaw and trailing a path to his chin. ]

Maybe a little... I like your thoughts, sometimes. Even if you can be a little mean.

[ It's dripping with fondness. He doesn't mind it at all, really. ]

[In fairness, Zhongli is still getting his bearings back. And moreover, this is still willing, without brooking further complaints as Childe fucks into him hard and deep, bed creaking beneath him and headboard thumping the wall.]

A little-- mean?

[He can't help it - he sounds amused, head tilting up to offer his skin for the harbinger's little kisses and brushes. His heartbeat picks up as his hands pin down beside his head, weight shifting a little more.]

I don't think it's-- ah-- mean to be frustrated by being made someone's prisoner and plaything... especially when you don't-- nngh!-- listen to reason...

[God, he feels good. When did it shift so fully? Every thrust into him sends a deep want throughout his body, and he wonders what it'll feel like when the other finally reaches his peak. It's already hot against his skin, so having it pouring inside of him... well, it would be better, wouldn't it?

He's certainly starting to think so.]

This... this feels nice...

[ Although Zhongli speaks the truth, bitter though it is, there's absolutely no remorse in Childe's gaze when he looks at him. Something like weariness from his earlier battle mingles with honeyed affection in his eyes, like he's looking at something that's both exasperating and precious. His fingers squeeze Zhongli's where he's got them pinned beside his head and he actually stills the motions of his hips, letting his cock rest somewhere deep inside of the other man and imagining he can feel his pulse through his stomach. ]

I'm not the first Fatui Harbinger you've met, am I?

[ While he knew that the Tsaritsa tended to avoid sending more than one to any given location if She could help it - and why should She, when Her Harbingers were meant to be the elite of the elite? - surely there had been others that had been to Liyue before him. If not to do their business stirring up trouble and sowing discord, then to scout out the area and report back on the state of Liyue's armies and the country's ruling council.

Actually, now that he thought about it, it was curious that he'd never heard mention of someone like Zhongli... normally there would be notes about potential allies and warriors to recruit into the Fatui. Surely someone would have said something about such a strong Millelith guard? He might have to re-examine them.

Once he was done here, of course.

A soft hum escapes him at Zhongli's words, his passing comment about how good Childe feels inside him. Just those few words are enough to make his cock twitch eagerly inside him and Childe braces himself into a more stable, balanced position with his legs spread a little for leverage on the bed.

The next few thrusts he delivers into Zhongli are a little more weighted this time around, Childe concentrating the bulk of his strength into his hips so he can really reach deep in there, carve a space for himself in Zhongli's willing body. The friction over his cock takes his breath away and he can't help the groan he emits, pulling back just enough to tease at the rim of Zhongli's ass with quick, measured half-thrusts that grind the tip of his cock along his inner walls. ]

I could say the same for you, you know... You're so tight down here, Zhongli. It feels like you never want to let me go... [ On the last thrust he suddenly plunges home, the bump of Zhongli's stomach marking how deep he sinks into him.

And then he pulls out and starts fucking his rim again, a little faster this time. ]

I think... I'm gonna have to actually start fucking you every night. I won't be able to go a single day without having you. I suppose it's good you can't get knocked up, huh..?

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[If he's honest, he likes this, too. Zhongli has always been drawn to strength, be it for the betterment of his city or in friends and allies. Focusing on it is easier still when Childe's hips slow and stop, leaving him stretched and gently aching from the pressure deep inside him.]

What should that matter? Surely, the harbingers aren't some sort of perfect clones, are they...?

[He gives nothing more than that, completely unaware of the thoughts in his head - though certainly aware that he's thinking of something. Hopefully, there's no hint of any dealings he might have had, and it's a reminder of all the things he'd set into place before this.

And then, then Childe moves to bear down on him, legs spreading to get more leverage and dig in deep. Zhongli's toes curl as he digs in, gasping and arching his back in what space he has. That's almost better - and the noise he makes when the harbinger fucks against his rim is half-lost.]

I-- ah! Ah--! You're-- oh, fuck-

[He's too sensitive for this. Childe plunges home and Zhongli can watch his stomach rise, both with his uneven breaths and with the press of his tip. Then he's moving again, fucking his rim until the warrior can barely think for the way his hole twitches and squeezes, trying to drag it deeper in.]

You-- haaah... ah... this isn't... fair...

[He's always proven surprisingly easy to rile up once one actually started teasing, body unused to bring played with. This time is no different, and Zhongli's cock leaks pre-cum onto his stomach, tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.]

Please... ah... I'm close...

[Gods, he's so close. His cock aches with want, and he's not above begging - at least not when he'd willingly offered himself up.]

[ He can't decide if his relationship with the other Harbingers would improve or worsen if they were all perfect clones of one another. Even Childe expected that if he had to work closely with ten other copies of himself that it would still end in bloodshed and violence. The nature of their work notwithstanding, the job environment left much to be desired.

But it's not worth thinking about that now. Not when he was Zhongli opening so beautifully for him, accepting his cock hungrily, clinging onto him every time he pulls out and sucking him back in gleefully whenever he slammed home. And they are slams now; for as much as he wanted to be gentle, really ensure that the pretty foreigner was enjoying himself, his violent nature ultimately wins out in the end.

(Though with how Zhongli had been urging him to go harder, faster, how he was swearing and writhing vibrantly under him, he can't imagine that the Liyuen hates it very much).

Childe takes in the expression on the foreigner's face, his beautiful, golden eyes vacant with the pleasure the Harbinger is inflicting on him with his dick. Something tightens in his chest, a yearning, an admiration for the precious, debauched sight under him - and he suddenly leans up, fitting both hands beneath Zhongli's legs and pushing up until his knees touch his chest.

The beautiful foreigner is exposed, hole pliant and loose around the cock that suddenly drives in and out of him at increasingly quick speeds. Like this Childe can reach even deeper inside of him and he relishes in it, letting the pretty foreigner's long legs hook over his elbows as he mounts him into a mating press. Zhongli can doubtless feel every single inch of cock as it ravages his insides, every vein on it grinding against his inner walls, pressing abuse onto his prostate as it rams to the hilt in each and every time.

The rocks of Childe's hips take on an almost punishing pace, like the Harbinger has suddenly become overwhelmed with the notion to imprint the shape of his dick on the other's insides and his stomach through sheer force alone, and Childe fucks him through his protests, spearing into him like a man possessed, his own voice rippling out of him in low groans and gasps of want jolted by his violent thrusts. ]

Cum on my cock, Zhongli -- [ He mouths against the other's jaw, biting into his skin with little nips. ] Please, I need it --

[His words cease to have meaning as Childe slams home, his body feeling loose and wanton despite the earlier aches. No one knows him better than himself, after all, and as Childe stares down at him he can only struggle to focus through pleasure. His body feels too lost, and he's not even sure what to try and anchor himself with.

Then, his whole body shifts further until his legs bend to touch his chest at the knees, held in place against the harbinger's arms. He can absolutely feel every inch of the cock churning up his insides, grinding its shape into his senses with every press in.

The pace increases and Zhongli feels like there's nothing but blinding pleasure, sinking into his whole body. It's violent now, but somehow there's no added pain - only the realisation that he's so close he could scream.]

Childe-- I-- haah!

[Teeth nip his skin and the foreigner lifts his head obediently, near tears again but not even slightly panicked.

Cum on his cock, he begs, as if Zhongli could do anything else. As if begging alone wasn't incredibly hot on Childe's lips. Everything feels too tight when cum floods over his bare skin, his ass clenching down on his captor's cock, nonsense words falling from his lips. His vision goes white, and he's practically whimpering from the stimulation. His balls strain with every rope of hot cum that splatters over him, hips trembling with unrestrained want.]

[ Oh, Archons. He's absolutely beautiful.

Zhongli is breathtaking when he comes, and it's both the sight of the man under him in rapturous pleasure and the tight grip around his cock that make him still completely, so taken in by the sight of the foreigner under him that he can't help but to stop and stare.

It's not like he hasn't seen him in the throes of orgasm before, of course; it's easy to look up from where he's sucking Zhongli's cock or teasing the rim of his ass with his dick, but somehow, buried inside him like he is, it feels much more intense, much more intimate than all the other times combined. He can feel the way the brunet's entire body seizes up around him, feel the way he's wracked with waves of pleasure as he tumbles over the edge and splatters himself with ropes of cum that reach far up along his chest.

His lips crush against Zhongli's own before he can help himself, swallowing up his cries as though they were the sustenance he so desperately craved, right before he doubles down and fucks the man through his orgasm to take advantage of that exquisite tightness. His hips slap wetly against Zhongli's thighs with every driving thrust down, the tip of his cock smashing against his insides and against his stomach splattered with seed as Childe chases after his own finish in a frenzy of lust and hunger.

And then, when he cums, he does so with a groan that gets swallowed up in Zhongli's mouth, fucking his spend as deep inside of him as he can possibly get, feeling sloppy globs of it clinging to his dick every time he pulls out before he pushes it back in again. Whether it's because of a side-effect or the transformation or not, there's a lot to be had this time around; Zhongli can probably feel the way it spurts in hot, thick jets inside of him, painting his insides settling in his stomach thick enough to start filling it out into a swell. ]

Mm-mm?! Mmnh--

[Oh, fuck. He's too tight, too sensitive, and Childe's mouth crushes any protest before it can even be uttered. The ache he feels is no longer unpleasant, but it's bone deep and strong enough to make him tremble. The man is splitting him open, he's sure of it. More moans, maybe protests, get lost between their mouths, and Zhongli shudders as every thrust bulges his belly and slams him hard into the bed.

Even that, though, can't really prepare him for the harbinger's orgasm. It's thick and hot, and he'd never thought about how weird it might feel inside him. He thinks he can hear it squelching, even, as globs threaten to drip down over his skin only to be fucked back in deeper, deeper... it's too thick, he thinks. Illogically thick and... and...

And he groans when he feels his stomach swelling with it, legs trembling where they're pinned, hands squeezing against the ones keeping them pressed into the bed. There's still more coming, too, and he... he finds he doesn't mind, so much. It's warm and thick, and he feels so nicely full. He can just imagine what he must look like, cum splattered over his swollen belly, panting helplessly for breath as he waits out the other's orgasm.]

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