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Childe had a habit of letting Zhongli drag him all around Liyue at night, even long after the Traveler had passed through. Despite the sting of how he was but a pawn in Signora and Zhongli's plans, the blame eventually landed with her and the Fatui.
Having been assigned to Liyue until new orders from the Tsaritsa herself came in, Childe was more than content in staying in the foreign country for now. He did miss his family, but he felt like he needed time before diving back into his role in the Fatui once more. Besides, he had lost some of his resistance to the harsh Snezhnayan winters, so he wrote to his sister that he'd be back by spring. Snezhnaya was always a frozen landscape as white as bone, but he could afford to miss the lowest temperature drops.
Yet somehow in growing accustomed to the warm ocean air, Childe had grown accustomed to amber tinged hair and eyes at his side each evening. This company was always welcome too. No matter where he had gone or what he had slaughtered in a distraction the Fatui gave him while they smoothed over the political upheaval Osial created, Zhongli found him. The funeral parlor consultant was punctual and precise with his timing, somehow running into Childe at sunset like clockwork.
The Northland Bank. Seated at a storyteller's performance. Coming back from hunting Hilichurls and correlating respondents, still soaked in ichor. No matter what, Zhongli somehow walked at his side when he stepped back into Liyue after the stars twinkled and the lantern lights lit.
And if it wasn’t Zhongli, Childe found himself walking the older man's usual haunts in search of where he was. It had become so routine that Childe found himself subconsciously carrying enough mora for their extravagant meals and nightly entertainment at his hip, even when he knew he wouldn't be in Liyue for the evening.
It had become a habit for both of them without either addressing it aloud or really thinking much of it. Despite the Fatui and their attempts to weaken the Qixing over Liyue, Childe found a strange close friendship with the very Archon who had built the city.
In fact, their nightly routine of each other’s company didn't strike Childe as odd in the slightest until a night when they parted ways outside Wanmin restaurant just as the final dashes of color in the sky yielded to darkness and stars above.
Amber eyes held more glow under lantern light than Childe saw during the day. They had just finished dinner in each other's company consisting of mostly meals Zhongli picked from a menu they never needed to see. The evening had just begun yet the older man began to excuse himself rather than drag Childe across Liyue's best sights as he usually did. What struck Childe with how often they were together was Zhongli's request that suddenly emerged as they stepped onto the roads and made their way from Chihu Rock.
"Come tomorrow, I won't be able to accompany you for a week. A ritual requires my full attention and I need you to agree not to disturb me."
Childe had huffed at the formal words, but for the first time he realized they really had been hanging out for weeks on end come night time. There wasn't more than a day where he had to go without the former Archon's company while in Liyue, so perhaps it made sense Zhongli was having him agree to some sort of contract for a break. It sounded like it was for work after all so Childe had agreed. He ignored his own reluctance to do so.
The first day was like any other. Childe relayed correspondence with the Fatui in Mondstadt that rested at a level only the Harbingers could deal with, most of his time spent dwelling in the city of freedom. It was late evening before he saw the reds and golds of the Harbor again, far too late to see Zhongli even if the contract of their separation wasn't in effect.
The second day came and with it a bored Harbinger as an unfortunately peaceful day occurred. No new Hilichurl camps set up too close to the civilian population to take boredom out on. No money needing to exchange hands or orders to obtain. No opportunities to move in on the Liyue Qixing. No fights. Only a day of quiet and peace. Childe felt like he was caged inside the Northland Bank.
What was the worst was when he managed to escape to Wanmin restaurant, he accidentally ordered the same amount of food the mora weighing heavy on his hip would buy. Xiangling was in from her journey with the Traveler, making dishes Zhongli craved when she was home. But Zhongli wasn't there.
Xiangling was a sweet girl and Childe kept his smile friendly, but it didn’t reach his eyes when the peppy girl kept questioning about Zhongli: Why was he eating alone? Where was Zhongli? She wanted Zhongli's opinion on a new dish. Zhongli would appreciate this new ingredient. Did you know that Zhongli- Has Zhongli- Zhongli- Zhongli- Zhongli-
Childe asked for the chopsticks he snapped to be added to their- his bill. He laughed and dismissed the startled expression on Xiangling's face, explaining maneuvering chopsticks was still too new to him. She was quieter after but still smiling, bringing him a cutlery set with fork, spoon, and knife as a replacement. Childe picked at his food with them, knowing Zhongli would be disappointed he was not properly appreciating Liyue's gastronomy, as the man put it. It had only been two days and the mere mention of that name had left him unexpectedly lonely.
By day three, he was an antsy mess. He felt pathetic. Even as a recently spotted Hilichurl camp fell under his blade, he couldn’t enjoy the blood splatter in the slightest. He was killing them in harsher ways, cutting limbs off to drown out his thoughts with screams before permanently silencing them. It barely drew his attention from… from that accursed Zhongli.
Childe had always been a little more than a little unhinged at times. Blood and fighting made him feel alive like no other, but he still clung to sanity by means of his family, mostly avoiding the schemes of the other Harbingers, and... Zhongli. How that last one wormed its way into his brain and ate his rational thoughts, Childe didn't know.
However, what he did know was that Zhongli's missing presence come nightfall made him pick fights with even peaceful slimes on the borders of the city. They squelched in pain when Childe carved into them slowly, painfully aware that the monster noises were the most conversation he had besides the impersonal orders in the Fatui. No one really spoke to him on a personal level these last few months in Liyue besides the Traveler when passing through… and that damned former Archon of Geo.
Childe became aware that night that he may have been a little too used to the funeral parlor consultant's company. In fact, he felt deprived of it now.
A slime and blood coated hand pushed his hair out of his face, sticking his bangs upward and shifting the mask on the side of his head as the thousands of stars in the sky above broke through the many colors of sunset.
The broken side of him had latched onto Zhongli as a comfort in the foreign country. Craved him.
Without it, he could feel bloodlust stir sharper and he couldn’t hold a friendly mask over his more manic nature as well as he could with the older man. He could keep a lid on it in the past, but now that he had met Zhongli, losing the man hadn't even occurred to him. The ex-Archon was just that, still very much a God despite the Tsaritsa obtaining his Gnosis.
Though he walked the earth as a mortal man now. And Childe somehow just accepted that he would be by his side because he had been during his time in Liyue. The city reminded Childe of Zhongli in all its aspects, indomitable and everlasting. That's just how it felt their meals together every night would be, indomitable and everlasting.
Zhongli was a calming presence and Childe wanted to hunt him down and rip into him for leaving-oh no…
Childe froze as the thought crossed his mind. He needed to break his contract. Just peak at what Zhongli was so preoccupied with that justified driving him mad like this. Zhongli would never know. Childe just needed to see the other man working to dismiss this unbecoming psychosis he was developing over the former Archon.
There was the "wrath of the rock" for breaking contracts Zhongli had told him about, but if it meant being in the other man's company, so be it. He would gladly take punishment from the Archon himself. Childe ignored the dirty thought flickered through his mind at that, dismissing it as frustration attempting another outlet now that he had nothing left to kill.
Midnight had just struck on the fourth day without Zhongli and Childe was standing outside the funeral parlor. He'd been there for hours, leaning against the tree across a waterway and bridge from the older man's workplace.
He had a full view of the building. The Ferrylady had retired early that night, leaving the warm glow of only one lantern near the windows to light the vacant looking parlor. Childe didn't budge, blue eyes burrowing into the windows for the slightest hint of movement.
Stalking may have been a word for it, and a nighttime millelith guard had already paused on the bridge to question his actions. It took everything in Childe to not threaten the man, the bubbling edge of frustration inside of him nearing a violent climax.
But a smile, a laugh that may have slipped a bit more insanity than Childe wished, and he was able to explain away a bullshit excuse of waiting for a fair young woman to meet him. Her family didn't get along with the Fatui very well, you see? But they enjoyed each other's company. So they could only meet under that tree at night. She was running late.
The millelith guard mentioned something about young love and continued on patrol without raising a fuss. The words stuck with Childe even as he ignored their connection to him, dismissing his own story.
He wasn't in love with Zhongli. He was simply driven mad without the older man by his side… Okay. He admitted that wasn't much of an argument.
Zhongli had grown closer to him despite Osial, the Golden House, and the schemes on both sides. Childe wasn't exactly innocent in his own attempt to manipulate the funeral parlor consultant to lure out Rex Lapis and steal his Gnosis. Yet Zhongli sat with him every meal he could while in Liyue, drank with him, and laughed with him.
The Fatui around him never laughed. But Zhongli had a chuckle like molasses and an outright laugh brighter than fine Cor Lapis. There were many times when the funeral parlor consultant relaxed in his sternness around him, ever forthright but teasing Childe had become a new habit for the archaic God.
He wasn’t in love with Zhongli. He was just socially starved. Sure, the man was gorgeous, but Childe was a young adult and had eyes.
It was just frustration when he had too much down time, he didn't even take Zhongli's overly touchy nature as anything but the side effect of having dominion over so much for so long.
Zhongli would lay a hand on his back to guide him out of a restaurant or grasp his knee when the storyteller was speaking of something he thought Childe would like to hear. These were so frequent that he didn't think of it anymore. The last one was often because he was far too distracted in eating than listening to Storytellers and Zhongli didn't want to embarrass him by drawing attention to it.
Shaking his head didn't clear his thoughts. Love and Zhongli stuck to the insides of his head like the sticky rice candy the former Archon made him try while roaming street stalls one evening. It rivaled the cling but now in his brain and not to his teeth.
He considered attacking the long gone guard for confusing him further though it was his own lie that had caused it. Oh well, Childe didn't need millelith blood on his hands so shortly after the Fatui had just climbed out of a disadvantageous political hell, but his blood stirred for a fight.
Perhaps he could find one inside the funeral parlor. Zhongli treated the ritual as something of great importance so it might spur the older man to help him ease the bloodlust running through Childe's veins with a round of fierce combat.
Thus stalking turned into a rock smashing through the frosted windows of the double doors of the funeral parlor. A gloved hand parted what loose glass didn't immediately fall to twist the lock and reach the handle inside.
The funeral parlor was dark, lit only by the dancing glow of a dying lantern. The shadows within twirled as the last lick of flame whirled before the breeze that accompanied the swinging door snuffed it into nothing but dull red embers. The moon from outside lit the small parlor just enough from the windows that Childe could close and relock the door without blinding himself too badly. He hoped the millelith weren't paying enough attention to the funeral parlor considering the busted window. After all, who would want to break into there?
Shelves lined the walls of the small space, funeral ritual tools and items lining them in droves. A staircase was to the side of the parlor, leading up to a room on the second floor Childe had been told Hu Tao was allowing Zhongli to stay in for now. The parlor was a little cluttered from the God of Wealth's intrinsic ways towards quality and ignoring cost, but it was a cozy place despite their dealings with the dead.
What confused Childe was that the rest of the space was very clean, no ritual supplies laid out or any sign they were preparing for something as big as Zhongli made it out to be. Then perhaps the older man was preparing in his room? That seemed very personal.
Call it a gut feeling, but he started to feel that something was amiss with Zhongli's contract.
Maybe it was the feeling that there were eyes on him from within the dark.
Or maybe it was when he found himself suddenly pinned, arms restrained behind his back, face to floor, ass up. The wind was knocked out of his lungs mid breath. Strong hands clamped painfully over Childe's wrists, the whole motion over before the young Fatui could register what happened.
Childe, eleventh of the Harbingers, who had obtained lightning speed with fluid movements aided by Delusion and Abyss teachings, couldn't believe how fast he was taken down. A sting of joy followed the pain at the manhandling. He craved a challenge like this and he was so pissed about Zhongli at the moment that he would gladly take on whoever had that billowing strength.
"Childe." Oh sweet heaven, that was a voice. Breathy, guttural, sultry in how it growled out his codename. Childe felt the air he gasped hitch in his throat when a warm clothed body pressed against the length of his on the floor, pinning him with all the man's weight. "You broke your contract, Ajax."
The codename was bad enough. That thick smoky tone clenching teeth over his real name shot straight to Childe's dick. That was something new but so was that lustful voice. Without needing to look, he knew it was Zhongli draped over him, body heat mingling with his and hips flush with Childe's ass in a far too friendly way.
"Long time no see. I'll pay for the window…" Childe started casually when he was able to catch a breath. He wasn’t sure what to do here. Zhongli had defeated him before he knew the battle began. The former Archon had moved far faster than Childe has ever seen, but there were a lot of firsts happening, like how he could feel Zhongli's hard cock through his pants.
"I knew you were here when you started lingering by the tree across the way." Zhongli's chest was flush with his back, words spoken into his ear close enough that Childe could smell the silk flower cologne on the former Archon. It was intoxicating. "We had a contract yet you broke in here to see me."
"It was eating at me that you just suddenly needed to be away from me." Childe spoke the words before he could think, the words he thought of after disappearing when Zhongli took the bottom of his earring in his mouth and yanked. It hurt, but the intimacy of the moment struck Childe harder.
"You will have to be dealt with. Far be it for me to believe you would keep to your word." Zhongli had moved up to brush lips over his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"Zhongli… Are you... doing okay?" Childe managed to spit out. The grip on his arms switched to a single hand keeping the bone breaking grasp tight on bare wrists and Childe watched Zhongli's glove come into view to tug at the stole draped around his shoulder.
"I'm not human, Childe. You forget that." Zhongli's voice was too nice. It dripped like blood from a blade drawing a fresh wound. Childe couldn’t help being aroused by it despite the warning it carried.
It wasn’t more than five minutes prior that he was consumed with the fact that their relationship was possibly more than platonic. Neither confessed. Neither spoke of it. Neither made a move. But they migrated to that state nonetheless. And now this state.
Childe was finding he actually liked where he was right now, the only thing he was truly frustrated with was the lack of a fight beforehand. He could go for an attempt to pin Zhongli like this in return. His hips bucked backwards into Zhongli, interrupting the older man with a choked groan while he smirked at the small victory. He was drawn back to what Zhongli was saying by a sharp bite to his jaw, blood blooming under skin.
"Childe, I'm trying to explain before I tie you to the bed and fuck you for the next four days straight."
Well, if Childe's full erection at those words didn't prove he was at least lusting after the former Archon, who he tried to steal from and destroy the city of, he didn't know what proof he could offer himself. He really was unhinged, but judging by how huge that dick was nestled in the crook of his ass, he at least knew how to go after a challenge.
"I tried to prevent this." But there wasn't any guilt present in that sultry voice. "I asked you to stay away, you agreed, but now you've broken that contract. The Prime of the Adepti often go into a rut one a year. It's our nature to breed with willing worthy mates in that time."
Childe felt like saying he was willing and able, but when he opened his mouth, Zhongli was there to shove his tongue down his throat in a punishing kiss. He returned it just as brutally, aiming to win this fight. A harsh tooth drew blood, resulting in a groan from both of them that had Zhongli lifting Childe enough to rip open his coat and shirt with an over eager hand.
"I have to punish you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't breath, Childe." Zhongli's husky tone from their kiss threatened as a string of saliva tinted crimson broke between their lips.
Amber eyes were clearly seen in the dark from their iridescent glow of Geo energy, lidded heavily with lust and need on an inhuman level. Zhongli slammed Childe harder into the wood flooring after wrestling his torso free of clothing, a hand wrestling into red hair for purchase as he pinned the Fatui with godly strength.
"Don't disappoint me then." Childe breathed out, giving up on the denial as he decided they would have a long talk when this… event was over. He was too hard himself to deny he was enjoying this more than anything. He really had been driven insane by the Geo Archon.
Weeks ago, Childe would have laughed at this scene as an impossibility, but the last few days had driven him up the wall with exactly how important Zhongli was to him. And fuck, this had never been on his mind, Zhongli was an Archon afterall, there was some respect that demanded, but sex with him sure was now. Right alongside his urge to fight and enjoy being dominated by the God of War. A man so talented in fighting, it was an honor to lose even like this.
"Fuck me."
"You'll regret this."
"I hope you make me."
Zhongli pulled harshly on red hair, growling inhumanly into a fresh kiss as he began dominating Childe's mouth once more. Not one to take the challenge lying down, Childe shifted his hips against Zhongli's length as much as he could. The tease rewarded him with the hand on his hair snapping to the back of his neck, pressure on the jugular veins from an authoritative thumb and slender fingers causing him to feel lightheaded.
"You don't understand how much danger you're in right now." Zhongli's voice had an edge to it that made Childe grin when they parted once more. Bruises were already blooming around the corners of their mouths.
"I'm enjoying myself." Childe pushed further, feeling the hand leave his neck to move down to where he was bent with his ass in the air. A sigh of relief left his panting lips as his buckle pulled free and his erection was freed from the tight confines of his pants.
A hand wrapped around his cock, making it twitch at the first sensation of Zhongli touching him so. Every nerve ending in his body lit up when he felt the leather slide slowly up to the tip, pausing to twist there lazily. For how lusty Zhongli sounded, he felt the older man was getting off more on torturing him.
"Aren't you supposed to-" Another languid stroke sparking heat behind his navel. "-lose your mind and-" Another twist that had his hips jerking up into the glove before desperately thrusting his ass back against that huge cock. "-Fuck me mindlessly without foreplay."
"You've got a dirty mind, Tartaglia." Oh Archons, there was another name of his soaked in that voice. Childe wondered if he would have to get another just to forget how sultry Zhongli spoke his current names. "You need to be punished, not rewarded."
His thighs trembled as Zhongli continued his relentless assault, the pace excruciating with each lethargic stroke. No amount of shifting could pick up the pace, the older man following his hand along with each attempted thrust to perpetually keep the pace where he wanted it. Childe had to bite his tongue until he tasted fresh copper lest he start begging Zhongli.
Despite the rut, Zhongli devoured him slowly. It was as if the former Archon had all the time in the world at his fingertips and he would use each moment in time to take Childe apart piece by piece. And Archons, he could do that if he really wanted to. For some reason that made Childe release his tongue, panting with arousal.
"Zhongli-" Childe felt constantly on edge for what felt like forever, whole body writhing to put out the heat engulfing his mind and driving him further into hysteria. His open panting mouth left a string of drool on the polished wood floor his cheek bruised against. "I need to-"
Zhongli pulled him into a kneeling position against him, naked back straight and still pressed flush against a heaving clothed chest. Childe could watch Zhongli's hand stroke him now in the moonlight, the sight earning a moan when his desperate fight at composure slipped.
"Cum." That honey laden word growled directly into his ear was enough to rip Childe's orgasm from him.
One harsh stroke all the way to the head and Childe tumbled. Zhongli cupped his hand around the tip, collecting Childe's cum and preventing the white fluid from splattering against the funeral parlor's clean floor all while the young man writhed from mindless pleasure.
Zhongli's name echoed around the parlor in a desperate breathy voice. It took Childe far too long to realize he was the source, begging Zhongli like a whore paid to do so.
"Zhongli, fuck me, use me, Archons, just punish me- Please!" The words were a tumble alongside his orgasm, sanity lost in the fluid now staining Zhongli's glove.
As soon as his senses started coming back from the blaze of pleasure, he was pushed back into the floor roughly. Daft hands ripped away boots and pants alike, stripping Childe with ease. The clothed body that radiated heat like nothing else pressed back into him when he was completely bare, not a piece out of place yet.
Childe barely had enough working brain cells left to really hope no millelith caught sight of the broken window now. He looked like a debauched mess, mask and vision flung off into separate corners, naked and pressed under the completely clothed man with his face pressed into the floor, ass up and presented to the dominating God above him.
A finger pressed against the rim of muscle between Childe's cheeks, glove missing now but it was slick. It pushed inside of his ass before he had time to clench down, the slickness thick but helping with the sudden stretch.
Childe's breath caught in his throat when he realized Zhongli was using his own cum for lubricant, the tension and desperation between the two of them making it far too difficult to leave the other alone long enough to grab oil. The constant teasing had at least provided the former Archon with enough to work with.
The single finger prepped him slowly, but the tease was long gone. Childe could hear the huffs of arousal from Zhongli's parted lips at his ear as the older man wrestled to prep Childe accordingly. The young Fatui craned his neck to glimpse at Zhongli's face, feeling an oversensitive twitch in his loins from the sight.
Zhongli's hair was tousled and pulled free from the confines of the neat hair tie he bound it in. Black, brown, and amber spilled around eyes filled with overwhelming desire that struck Childe to the very core. The gaze sharped when ocean eyes met glowing amber. Zhongli looked hungry.
The look intensified when Childe's eyes rolled into the back of his head, a crook of that finger digging into a spot that sent a jolt of desire back to his overstimulated cock. A thank you to his youth was in order as he felt his erection return within a few minutes of Zhongli relentlessly fingering his prostate with just barely there wiggles of the tip of his finger.
Another finger slick as the first slipped inside him without warning, pushing as much of the younger man's cum inside himself as he could. Childe shamelessly moaned at the stretch and pleasure, loving the feeling of his cum being forced inside himself. He had it bad for Zhongli and there wasn't really a way of going back after this.
Scissors motions relaxed muscle and a third finger joined the others in agonizingly slow thrusts. Finally stretched well enough that the pain was minimal, Childe felt Zhongli return to two fingers again, adjusting Childe's hips upward and scissoring them again. The young Harbinger was about to question why when the former Archon widened the space between his fingers before pausing.
Slick fluid entered him, still warm as Zhongli's fingers held him open wide enough for it to drip inside his entrance and slide deeper. Childe felt his chest rising and falling quickly with each aroused pant as he became aware Zhongli was pouring his own cum off his glove and directly back inside of him.
Then the fat head of a large erection was pressing into his ass, slick with his own fluids and pushing the pool of them deeper inside. Childe groaned against the wood floor, each intruding inch of cock sliding home rubbing against his insides like fire. Zhongli was not a small man and he could feel every inch of that proof slowly enter him with purpose.
There was a pause of shallow thrusts and grinding when Zhongli wasn't satisfied Childe's cum was following the tip of his cock well enough. One particular grind halted directly on the young Fatui's prostate, sending flares of pleasure to short circuit the younger man's mind. He snapped his hips back unexpectedly, catching Zhongli off guard and slamming his ass down the rest of the cock burning him so good. Childe shouted Zhongli's name.
Fully seated, Zhongli growled dangerously after a broken moan. He pulled out all the way, leaving Childe groaning at the loss of fullness before he could properly enjoy it.
The room whirled around him as Zhongli let go of him and shoved him onto his back. Before Childe could do anything, his legs were hauled over the broad shoulders of the former Archon and that hard length was slammed back into him. It hurt from the punishing thrust, but Childe's back arched off the floor nonetheless.
Zhongli bent him until he was nearly curled into a ball, ass up high enough in the air that no cum would escape should more enter him. And he hoped that was the point. Zhongli was draped over him in a mating press and the older man had promised to breed him as punishment.
Childe lifted his temporarily freed hands to cup Zhongli's face, pulling him into another battle of tongues as the other man started a brutally slow rhythm of shallow thrusts. They teased his prostate relentlessly until Childe parted their lips and stared into those amber pools.
"If you don't thrust hard enough to break me, I'm going to go insane, Zhongli."
Childe could have sworn those amber eyes flickered brighter at his demand before lips were crashing into his. A punishing pace picked up in only three thrusts, Zhongli pulling almost all the way out before plunging deep into Childe's core and starting all over again.
The thrusts raked against Childe's prostate as harshly as his trapped erection brushed against Zhongli's abs, teasing him into a babbling mess. Zhongli pulled up enough to wrap a hand around the head of his cock, glove returning to catch Childe's second orgasm as Zhongli relentlessly fucked it out of him.
When the thick white semen finished pooling in the fold of leather, Zhongli pulled his cock out of him again. Fingers returned to hold him open, a slow drip of Childe's own hot cum sliding inside him a second time. Zhongli's eyes watched it with such animalistic heat, lust radiating off of him in waves.
Childe could watch him do it this time, feeling his face heat with embarrassment as Zhongli filled him with his own cum. He felt wrong for enjoying it so.
"Want yours." Childe breathed, oversensitive as hell but desperate still.
He knew Zhongli was doing something important by filling him up, the actions carefully done and every drop of his own cum meticulously poured into his gaping eager hole like a ritual. Not a drop was missed. Those answers could come later for all he cared, he just needed Zhongli to cum inside him.
"You'll regret this." Zhongli repeated the threat once the last thread of cum disappeared into Childe's willing hole. That large cock was back at his entrance and Childe arched his back into the full feeling of Zhongli reentering him.
It was slow until hips pressed against the flesh of Childe's ass, but Zhongli worked back up to a punishing rhythm once more. Thrusting the cum already inside of him deeper, Childe clung to the older man for dear life in the mating press position. His hips protested the full scale rut Zhongli had entered, but the growls ringing in his ear somehow made Childe half hard again as the former Archon lost control inside of him.
Something was off mid rut. Childe could feel Zhongli's cock thicken inside him, but despite inexperience with adepti orgasms, he was sure it wasn't supposed to stretch him further than Zhongli's fingers prepared him for.
"Zhongli?" Childe gasped as he felt a large roundness pressing insistently against the rim of his entrance, the source at the base of Zhongli's cock. "What-?"
One harsh thrust and it popped inside him, muscle tightening at the wide intrusion and accidentally forcing it deeper. It slid down Zhongli's cock as he continued rutting, thrusts shallower but yearning to stay as deep inside the young Fatui as possible. The round shape pressed harshly against Childe's prostate, lighting a new fire in his belly alongside the lust blinded confusion as to what was going on.
A sharp exit dragged the roundness back across his prostate again as Zhongli pulled back to rest just the head of his cock inside his entrance. The bulge sent him gasping when it exited him too. Through the pleasure and pain of the stretch, Childe managed to catch sight of the roundness and…
The bulge in Zhongli's dick rammed inside his ass before Childe could think straight enough to stop it, reaching him as deep as that huge cock could. The roundness popped inside Childe freely, followed by the warm rush of Zhongli's cum inside him. Trying to think through the wrungs of a third and dry orgasm, Childe came to the horrifying conclusion that Zhongli had laid something inside of him.
But it wasn’t over. Zhongli kept fucking him in his rut state, another round bulge at the base of his erection visible as Childe clawed at the older man's back. Blood beaded under his nails. He already felt full, but the second round object was fucked into him just the same.
"Zhongli- Wait-" Another pull against his prostate causing the world to tilt sideways. "Don't-"
Another pop and flood of cum pushed the second roundness inside of him alongside the first. It was so deep. His stomach was beginning to bloat, but his oversensitive hell continued. A third bulge. A forth. Each plopped from the head of Zhongli's cock and nestled within his insides.
Zhongli kept fucking him even after blood spilled in deep rivets from nails raking his back. It was too much. He was beyond full. There was too much inside him, but Zhongli wasn't slowing down.
"What-"
"Eggs." The word was growled into his ear, the explanation cut short by lust overtaking all the older man's thoughts. It sounded so proud of what he was doing on top of how husky that voice had become.
Childe felt the reality dawn on him with another dribbling orgasm. This was the punishment. Filling Childe with eggs and sperm for breaking his contract to leave Zhongli alone during his yearly rut. He was being fucked full of both their cum and Zhongli's eggs. This is what he meant by breeding. Zhongli was terrible about making clear warnings.
"How-" Childe moaned wildly with another plop and burst of cum adding to the bump ruining the definition of his abs. That was five. There were too many inside him already to back out now. "-many more?"
"Until I'm satisfied." Oh Archons…
"Please." Childe kissed Zhongli, keening as another bulge pressed against his abused entrance and prostate. "Am I going to-ah!-die from this?"
Zhongli stalled on his last thrust as the next egg pulled free of him and settled deep inside Childe with the heavy load of sperm he pumped inside of the willing but confused mortal body below him. Childe's voice didn't even seem concerned about that fate, more wondering than worried. Still Zhongli felt a pang of guilt through his haze.
The funeral parlor consultant guided Childe to sit in his lap on the floor of his work, maneuvering so they never had to separate. The shift had Childe gasping for air as the eggs shifted inside him. His abused cock twitched pathetically from the mind breaking pleasure and fullness assaulting his already fragile mind.
"No." Hands roamed lovingly across Childe's battle scarred skin, the rut continuing in shallow thrusts as Zhongli soothed his new lover's weak body and worries.
Childe was leaning against that warm battle sculpted chest, amber hairs tickling his face as he burrowed it into the older man's neck and scent. Zhongli pulled his face away for a long and more heartfelt kiss, emotion behind this one not only lust.
"Adepti used to breed with humans often. Your bodies are wonderful incubators and the toll on you is less than our own. Your sperm is more potent for fertilization as well." Zhongli paused to groan in pleasure as another egg spilled out of the head of his cock, the swelling of Childe's stomach settling on a level that started to satisfy his instincts. "You will carry my children. I hadn't planned on this, but I cannot say I'm dissatisfied."
"I just wish you'd warned me better." Childe breathed as Zhongli seemed to come down from his high of fucking breeding him of all things. He was so full it hurt, but at the same time, he almost couldn't get enough. He was still hard despite how painful cumming started to be so he dared his next words. "Only seven?"
"It's the first hour. I have four more days to rut inside of you."
"I might die." Childe felt himself lift off that huge cock breeding him so full before falling back down in a languid ride. His legs wouldn’t stop shaking, but he kissed Zhongli to ease the worry concerning the shake.
"You'll find humans are surprisingly flexible. They might feel large, but they are only about the size of a sweet flower bud." Zhongli's breathing hitched at his own next words, voice low and dangerous. "You can take more."
"I can take all of them." Childe breathed with spite, officially aware he had lost his mind. Zhongli growled low into his neck at those words, thrusting upward eagerly as Childe rode him with shaking thighs.
"Then I'll breed you with a whole new generation of adepti as your punishment for breaking our contract."
Childe moaned, feeling another round bulge forming at the base of Zhongli's thick erection. This time, he wanted it inside him. To be so claimed by an Archon was an honor in the past, he was sure.
His head spun as he found himself lifted from the floor, the new bulge slamming inside of him from gravity shoving him back onto that ever hard cock. Zhongli moved them up the stairs, pausing every few steps to ensure the egg was fucked properly deep inside Childe with its siblings.
Another hot flood of cum and a kicked open door led the two to Zhongli's room. The door was locked behind them and the silk sheets of the bed hit Childe's back just as another egg formed. Teeth bit into shoulder in a claim Childe never wanted to heal as they mated animalistically with no end in sight.
Childe didn't leave that bed for the entire four days. Their rut only stopped long enough for Zhongli to collect deliveries of food from Wanmin restaurant for his lover to eat while he continued fucking him. Sometimes laying more eggs, sometimes just satisfied to fill him with cum.
Thankfully, Zhongli had explained the situation to Hu Tao better than he did to Childe. The gracious 77th master of the funeral parlor allowed them the building for the time being, giving other staff much needed time off even if the reason made her angry at the inconvenience. It had been Childe's fault in the end. Zhongli had been able to work up until the younger man invaded the parlor and triggered the full scale of his rut.
The Fatui were less easily swayed, but Zhongli was charismatic in his denials of seeing the young man all while hiding his erection eager to return to Childe behind a partially opened door. Childe had already come up with an excuse for his absence. It was easy to blame carelessness in getting lost in the abyss out of boredom and wouldn't be the first time he ran off for weeks into it.
"I know it's too late to ask-" Childe started as Zhongli's erection finally unloaded his last egg and burst of cum inside him. The Archon took a moment to also dribble and fill Childe with what potent seed they collected from the young man's abused mortal cock before nodding for him to continue. "Ah… But how will they come out?"
"In two weeks time they should shift and slip out of you with minor discomfort."
Zhongli reached for a glass of water on his bedside table, handing it to his still trembling but thoroughly satiated lover. Childe looked disheveled but beautiful as morning light poured in from a starting sunrise. Ocean blue eyes and fiery red hair captivating him with the exhausted smile his Fatui graced him. His stomach was swollen with about twenty eggs, his abs most likely gone even when Zhongli's cum would escape him over the next few days. They would return to their original shape come the birth.
"I must warn you, parenting is very different for Adepti." Zhongli kissed Childe sweetly between gulps of water. "They will disappear after birth into elemental energy. Most born in these parts attempt to manifest in Jueyun Karst for some time until they are able to form physical bodies."
"So I won't meet them?" Childe's words surprised Zhongli. He half expected the younger man to come down from the sex high more panicked about being forced into incubating their young, not distressed about not seeing them.
"If you wish to, I suppose I could arrange Moon Carver to inform us when they are old enough to fully manifest. It may be a few years as they are weak in energy. And they may or may not be verbal creatures, but they will enjoy the company."
Childe leaned back on the bed at that answer, the anxiety settling. Zhongli shifted them so they spooned together on the bed, his hands protectively rubbing the sore fullness of Childe's swell. The young Fatui closed his eyes to finally sleep without the Archon's rut waking him with pleasure and orgasm night after night.
He sleepily wondered how he would break the news to his parents and siblings. The Tsaritsa would never know if the two of them had anything to say about it, but Childe was always partial to having a family in the future. It was simply unexpected that it was going to be now and with Zhongli. Still, this itched something in him he had never been able to scratch.
Sleepily and happily, he asked his next words with a smirk, already regretting how empty he would feel in a few weeks. Zhongli buried his face into his neck with a lusty growl at them.
"When's your next rut?"