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Hydro blades clashed with Zhongli's polearm violently. There was so much force behind the harbinger's strike that Zhongli almost staggered. They had been sparring for nearly 30 minutes now, much longer than their typical meetings in the golden house these days. The length of this fight only served to make Childe more and more enthusiastic. The man had honed his mortal body into a near perfect weapon and showed no sign of tiring.
Zhongli had to admit, it was impressive.
"What's wrong old man, can't keep up without your gnosis?!" Childe laughed gleefully while he leapt backward to dodge the consultant's next attack with ease. "You're slowing down. It's practically too easy to beat you!"
If only he weren't so insufferably arrogant. What ever happened to remaining silent during battle? His foes in the Archon War had hardly been so aggravating.
It was true though, Tartaglia did win nearly all of their fights. His missing gnosis was to blame for his losses, just not in the way the other man thought. Zhongli was a powerful Adeptus before losing his gnosis, and still was now that it was gone. The issue stemmed from the power-regulating capabilities of a gnosis. Without it, he feared he would lose control and direly injure the Snezhnayan man. Despite their conflicting affiliations and the annoying taunts during their fights, Zhongli had grown to appreciate Childe's company. He kept the former Archon's retirement interesting. Plus, he made the most endearing expression of befuddlement when he had to use chopsticks.
Two hydro arrows collided with a newly cast geo shield. A shadow fell over Zhongli's head.
Ah, the narwhal. That was an attack Tartaglia barely employed. And so late in the fight, too. Again, impressive. The giant hydro mimic crashed onto Zhongli, shattering his shield. Before he had a chance to recover, his opponent was in front of him. Childe's blade slashed through his suit, drawing blood even as he attempted to dodge. He lost his balance.
"Looks like I win again," The harbinger gloated. He readied another strike, and his empty blue eyes shone with bloodlust for a moment. That, or it was a trick of the light.
Today, the ex-Archon didn't feel like giving up so easily. He swung the handle of his polearm and it connected with Childe's head. When the young man stumbled Zhongli put out his leg and tripped him. He crashed to the floor with a surprising lack of grace. His bow clattered next to him. Zhongli hoped he hadn't hit him too hard.
"Do you yield?" Zhongli asked, standing up and glaring down at the stunned redhead.
"No way, I can still win," Childe growled weakly as he reached for his weapon.
This foolish boy had become too confident from the Adeptus repeatedly allowing him to win. He needed to be taught humility. Zhongli knocked him back down with a harsh kick. Childe appeared shocked at the cruelty, especially when Zhongli prepared to strike him again. This time when his boot made contact with the young man, Childe moaned. It shocked Zhongli so much that he froze. Maybe he had just misinterpreted a groan of pain? Surely that must be it. Then the older man's eyes wandered to the obvious bulge under the grey Fatui uniform.
Oh. Fascinating.
He looked back to Childe's face. The young man was blushing bright red, and he was making a flustered expression not too unlike the chopsticks one.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhongli," Childe mumbled, picking himself up off the floor. "I should go now. You win."
He scurried out of the golden house before Zhongli had a chance to respond.
Zhongli had not expected such a reaction, though with how passionate the eleventh was when it came to fighting, he supposed it wasn't too surprising in hindsight. If Childe was secretly harboring such fantasies, he could certainly have fun with that, since he found the young man rather attractive as well. He could always count on Childe to make his retirement more interesting.
***
Childe woke up not in his bed, where he had gone to hide from the world with guilt after the incident with Zhongli, but in an unfamiliar domain. The stone floor was cool against his naked body. He sat up, more calm than a person who woke up naked in a strange place should ever be. Honestly, he was more confused than anything. Who would dare kidnap a Fatui harbinger? How did they even manage?
"Hello?" He called, looking around the domain. He seemed to be alone. There were no people, monsters, wooden boxes, nor even a door. Just a completely empty stone room.
He began to stand up, looked to his right, then back to his left and suddenly Zhongli was standing there. The man's presence was so abrupt and unexpected that it made him flinch. He fell back down onto his ass rather embarrassingly.
"Childe," Zhongli's deep voice rumbled. Amber eyes were cold with cruelty, as if the other were mad at him for what had happened during their last encounter.
Moaning while Zhongli kicked him had certainly not been his proudest moment. The noise slipped out of him before he could stop it, much to his mortification. His innocent feelings of affection and attraction toward the older man had quickly been twisted into something violent and perverted, corrupted by his time in the abyss like every other aspect of his being.
Zhongli's appearance in this strange domain made his pulse quicken and blood burn at the promise of a fight. Maybe even something more, if he had been the one to bring Childe here and strip him of his clothes. He noticed the way the harsh, golden eyes wandered his naked body with a predatory hunger.
"Mr. Zhongli. Did you bring me here for a rematch?" Childe grinned, successfully picking himself up off the floor this time.
"Something like that. I desire to continue from where we left off," Zhongli stalked closer.
He had no vision and no weapons in this place to fight back with, but he would try his very best. Childe was already hard from the promise of what was to come. That annoying habit of popping a boner during battle was finally appropriate, it seemed. Zhongli was still admiring his naked form. Childe wondered if he was appraising it the way he did antiques.
Right, his turn to speak.
"Bring it on, then! How cowardly of you, Mr. Zhongli, putting me at such a disadvantage so you can win our spar. Are you that much of a sore loser?" Childe taunted.
Zhongli stood as still as the rocks he had dominion over. The only hint the words got through to him was the renewed intensity of the anger in his beautiful eyes. The harbinger loved taunting him for that reason. He wished Zhongli would snap and ruin him with the full force of an archon's rage. He wanted to be destroyed by the merciless god of war Morax that the tales described. Destroyed in whatever sense of the word Zhongli would be willing to give him. Sexually, physically, or mentally, he would take any torment as long as it was from Zhongli.
"A merciless destruction by Morax..." Zhongli pondered. "I wouldn't have expected that from you, Childe."
"How did you-" He was cut off when Zhongli grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against a wall. He hadn't even been that close to a wall, had he?
"Let us form a contract," Zhongli spoke next to his ear. What a ridiculous sentence to make arousal twist in his gut.
He forgot he was supposed to fight back. Zhongli's hand held him firmly in place, but the grip did not put any pressure on his neck. He brought his own hands to the one holding him, whether to try to pull it away or keep it there he wasn't sure, but he ended up holding the hand on his throat with something like tenderness.
"Wh... what would this contract entail, Rex Lapis?" Childe swallowed thickly. He was hyper aware of how his Adam's apple bobbed uncomfortably under the presence of Zhongli's grip.
"I destroy you the way you want. After I'm finished, I can guarantee there will be no lasting effects. Once you leave this place, you will be completely unharmed."
"And while I'm here you'll beat me bloody?"
"I will break your bones and tear out your entrails, if that is what you wish," Zhongli's tone was so dark and seductive. Childe didn't think he could get any harder.
"Okay... I want it. Just let me cum at some point, and I accept the contract," Childe said, fully aware that this was a terrible idea. Zhongli was being way too vague, but he hardly cared at this point as long as he got off from this deal.
"Then it is set in stone," Zhongli said, and suddenly he was kissing him.
Childe whimpered. The Adeptus' first action already caught him off guard. The brunette kissed hungrily and violently, like he was trying to conquer the boy rather than show affection. Childe melted into it anyway. He was obedient and pliant. He kissed back, letting Zhongli suck and bite his lips. When he tried to press his tongue into the older man's mouth as an act of defiance, he was utterly overpowered. Childe was already panting from the intensity as Zhongli's tongue claimed his mouth, licking wherever it could reach and attempting to shove its way down his throat. During his past flings, Childe had always been the dominant one. Being treated this way was so new and exciting, especially when the man suffocating him with a kiss was the man he had been lusting after since he first arrived in Liyue.
With one last harsh lick against his palate, Zhongli withdrew to catch his breath. He gave Childe no such luxury, however, as he chose that moment to finally apply pressure where he held the redhead's neck.
Childe gasped for breath. His lungs filled with air uninhibited, but he still felt the creeping instinctual panic of not being able to breathe. Zhongli's fingers tensed and loosened around his neck in intervals of a few seconds. Instead of crushing Childe's windpipe to strangle him cruelly and painfully, he obstructed the flow of blood to his brain. The action was precise and practiced and not the least bit painful, but the touch on his sensitive neck, the fog in his brain, and the primal fear made it overwhelming regardless. Childe's hands scrabbled helplessly at the point of contact.
Zhongli leaned in close. "If anything becomes too much for you, tell me to stop while you can still speak."
No way. This couldn't be real. Zhongli, the composed, proper funeral consultant could not be doing this to him.
Childe blinked, and the next thing he knew, Zhongli was unclothed. And partially transformed. Golden horns poked out above his hair, and sharp claws pricked the skin of the young man's neck. Childe felt so lightheaded that he could barely process what was happening around him as Zhongli raised a claw to his chest. The dragon hybrid carefully cut the skin at Childe's collarbone with slow drags of his claw, etching a bloody symbol of geo to mark the man as his. The stinging pain of being cut made the lightheadedness all the more intense. He was sure he would pass out, but Zhongli eased the pressure whenever he got too close to losing consciousness, keeping him trapped in a state of giddy panic.
Zhongli began kissing him again, just as violently as the first time, but now a long serpentine tongue wiggled its way into his mouth. It delved repeatedly into his throat where it made him choke and gag. He could feel the bizarre sensation of the two different ends of the forked tongue moving independently. He blearily realized that Zhongli had relieved the pressure on his neck, and he tried to take this opportunity to draw deep breaths through his nose. For now, the clawed hand was only resting against his throat, a tacit threat. Zhongli brushed his other hand through the blood flowing from the geo mark carved into Childe's skin, gathering it up in his palm.
"What happened to fighting back, Tartaglia?" Zhongli smirked.
Childe processed the words, but his only reply was to catch Zhongli's lips in his again. He was supposed to be fighting, wasn't he? His body yearned to accept any touch from Zhongli more than he'd realized.
Then a slick, clawed hand wrapped around his raging erection and began stroking him. Childe moaned brokenly at the first hint of friction.
"So perfect for me, Childe," Zhongli purred into the kiss.
Zhongli took some time to stroke almost lovingly, moving his thumb over the head and pressing on the slit before tracing his fingers down a sensitive vein and repeating. As if this were a handjob from a lover and not an ancient god who had promised to break him.
"More, more, faster, please Zhongli..." Childe whined, jerking his hips clumsily.
Zhongli snorted, but he pumped Childe's cock with quick and unrelenting strokes, using the young man's own blood as lubrication. Childe caught a glimpse of his dick stained red as he desperately bucked into Zhongli's hand. After the choking foreplay, the contact felt so good, burning pleasure into each of his nerves. He needed to cum as soon as possible, even if his greedy actions made Zhongli pull away from the kiss and scowl.
"Impatient," The dragon hybrid chided.
Childe felt clawed fingers close around his neck again. His knees shook. He was surely going to pass out this time, because the return of the foggy feeling of being choked made his pleasure foggy too, lazily washing through his body like nothing he'd experienced before. Zhongli clamped his fingers in place and didn't loosen his grasp after waiting the usual few seconds.
"Zhongli..." Childe moaned as he was stroked even faster. His vision started to go dark.
Then Zhongli pulled his hand off of Childe's neck. The rush of oxygen to his brain was euphoric. The pleasure was more intense than anything he'd ever felt. He didn't even realize what he was feeling was an orgasm at first until he noticed his body seizing as he pumped cum onto Zhongli's stomach. The other man slowly stroked him through it. He trembled and then slumped forward into the Adeptus's chest, all of the tension leaving his body as he recovered from what was easily the best orgasm of his life. Zhongli held him close, soothingly stroking his back with a clawed hand. He distantly recognized that the other seemed a lot taller than usual. Scales instead of skin pressed into his naked body. The hand on his back felt more solid, too.
When Childe felt like he could stand on his own again, he stepped back.
In front of him towered Morax as the Liyuean tales described him. Antlers, scales, fangs, a dragon tail, and blackened arms decorated with glowing channels of geo. A huge cock hung between his legs, the same stony dark color with golden veins as his arms. That detail, though, was too sacrilegious to make it into any common fables.
Childe stared at it. He couldn't help it when Zhongli was so tall in this form that his dick was practically at eye level. Celestia help him, that thing was beyond huge. Was it a bad time to mention to Zhongli that he'd never taken anything in his ass before? He just counted himself lucky that he liked it when things hurt. He had agreed to the wrong contract to be guided lovingly through the new experience.
Zhongli shifted, startling him out of his thoughts. The Adeptus regarded Childe's blood and cum staining his claws with thoughtful disgust. He brought his other hand to the side of the Snezhnayan man's face, caressing his cheek with a hand large enough to cover the entire half of his face. The gesture was achingly gentle, and Childe nuzzled his cheek into the Adeptus' palm in a moment of weakness. Zhongli guided him to tilt his head up, and their eyes locked together. Wide, reverent blue eyes met narrowed gold ones.
He found Zhongli's thumb and licked at it, and the former archon obliged by shoving the inhuman digit into his mouth. Childe licked and sucked obediently even as his tongue was pressed down roughly and pierced by the claw.
"Your criterion as per the contract has been met. Will you allow me to continue? To take my pleasure and destroy you in the process?" Zhongli said, his words as even as his gaze.
Childe felt arousal creeping back into his body despite having just orgasmed. Zhongli removed his thumb from his mouth so he could answer. Drool and blood dribbled from his lips.
"Yes," Childe gasped. "Yes, give me more, hurt me!"
He reached to stroke his dick back into hardness. He didn't get the chance.
Searing pain overtook everything for a moment. He hit the ground hard, rolling on the stone as unforgiving as the man who had struck him down. Childe's head buzzed and his ears rang. He couldn't see correctly. His head and his face both hurt so badly, only adding to the disorientation.
One moment, Zhongli had been caressing his cheek. The next, he had pulled his hand back and swiped Childe across the side of the head hard enough to knock him down, something like the attack from the handle of the polearm during their spar. Only this time, the damage was severe, because Zhongli had made sure to catch flesh with his claws. He could feel the hot blood pouring down the side of his face, though he couldn't comprehend the extent of the injury, which meant it was likely devastating. As his head stopped spinning from the force of the strike, it only hurt more and more. He forced himself to sit up.
Morbid curiosity made him lift trembling hands to feel the damage. His fingers slid through welling blood. His flesh was cut down to the skull, the features of the left side of his face mutilated so deeply that flesh peeled away from bone. He gasped shakily, searching for his now blind eye among the shredded flesh, but his face was so fucked up that he could hardly understand what he was feeling. Was his eyeball split and hanging from the socket, or was it just not there at all? He finally caught up to himself and screamed, both in agony and horror.
"Shh, shh," Zhongli soothed as if he hadn't just mutilated him beyond repair. A strong hand caught his wrists and he was shoved roughly back to the stone floor. The other cradled the mangled half of his face lovingly. Oddly, Zhongli's touch made the pain fade somewhat.
"Remember the contract. Your injuries are not permanent," Zhongli said. His thumb smeared blood as it brushed gently over Childe’s face.
Right. He trusted him to never break a contract.
Zhongli leaned closer. "You look much more handsome like this, anyway."
Then the Adeptus ducked his head between Childe's legs and took his soft cock in his mouth.
"Ugh-" Childe choked out in surprise at the sudden contact.
Zhongli worked him to hardness with wet heat and movements of a hyper flexible forked tongue. He bobbed his head up and down, taking Childe's dick to the base with no issue.
"Ohh, Ah-" Childe moaned, trembling as the pleasure mixed with pain in an intoxicating way.
Zhongli swiped the pad of a finger over his hole and Childe flinched in surprise at the sensation. The grip on his wrists grew harsh enough to make his bones ache, warning him to stay still. Zhongli spread something warm and slick, most likely his own blood again, around the tight muscle of his asshole. He pressed teasingly a few times at the opening, then moved his finger up to the patch of skin between his hole and balls. It felt strangely good when Zhongli massaged that spot thoroughly.
"Mmmhh," He sighed, melting into the touch, horrific wound all but forgotten.
The other man pulled off of Childe's dick, which was now hard and beginning to leak watery precum. Zhongli spread a mixture of blood and Childe's cum over his huge dick, then sat back.
Childe was picked up and placed onto the other's lap like it was nothing. He faced Zhongli's chest in this position, and he blinked his good eye to focus as he traced the pattern of scales there with trembling fingers. He felt so weak. Utterly helpless.
"M-more..." He stammered, trying to shift forward to grind himself against Zhongli's monster cock. He wanted that inside of him so badly, wanted the god to give him more of the overwhelming pleasure and pain.
Zhongli growled and roughly seized his hips. Childe was lifted and positioned with the narrow head poking at his asshole. Zhongli's claws drew blood from his hips, and then the dragon pressed him down slowly.
"Nngh~" Childe groaned.
The uncomfortable but manageable sensation of being stretched soon turned to burning pain as his insides were pried open. It stung in such a good way, the pressure on his prostate as the inhuman cock was forced deeper making his own cock twitch. He whimpered, wrapping his arms around Zhongli and clinging to him for comfort.
"Wait- wait..." Childe begged. The dragon's dick felt so big inside of him. How much was in anyway? He wasn't sure he could take the whole thing. His stomach cramped from having something so deep with no preparation.
To his surprise, Zhongli did pause. The hybrid removed claws from his hip to run a hand up the tense muscles in his back.
"Childe, you need to relax. You're doing very well for your first time," Zhongli instructed.
As if he could relax when he was being split in half by the biggest dick he'd ever seen! And hold on, he hadn't told the other anything about his prior experience, so how...? He felt something trickling down his inner thigh and realized the penetration had made him bleed. He shuddered.
Zhongli's touch moved to his stomach and rubbed the bulge his cock made under the flesh. Childe's guts flopped with arousal at the strange feeling.
"Please..." He didn't know what he was begging for, but Zhongli provided it when his hand moved lower and gripped Childe's erection.
The Adeptus stroked him again, and pleasure bloomed so wonderfully from the pain in his nerves from that simple action. With his dick receiving the much needed attention, Zhongli was able to press the rest of the way inside until Childe felt his asscheeks meet scales. The dragon bent his head down and sunk his teeth deep into Childe’s shoulder.
"Aaahnn!" He threw back his head and screamed out a moan.
Zhongli pulled out a bit and then jerked his hips up. Childe was kept in place by the fangs in his flesh. This first movement, raw and painful in the best way, had Childe cumming weakly over Zhongli's hand. The dragon released the bite in favor of watching the man fall apart. Childe’s body went slack as the orgasm was fucked out of him, the other man moving earnestly now, not giving him a break whatsoever. Zhongli didn't even slow down the touch on his softening cock.
"Fuck...” Childe groaned. His face and shoulder stung when he pressed himself against Zhongli's scales, but he hardly noticed with how intense the overstimulation felt. He struggled, tried to free himself, but the other's strength was absolute. A few more jabs to his prostate and his body seized again as he came dry, his overstimulated cock still soft. He made a choked noise of pleasure and tried desperately to push the larger body away from his.
“Stop, stop…” He gasped, but his pleas fell on deaf ears, and Zhongli continued.
Tears collected in his good eye. He was drooling freely down his chin. He was really starting to panic now, the stimulation entirely too much but still somehow so good. The Adeptus caught one of his protesting hands and interlaced their fingers. His golden eyes were burning with lust and unyielding dominance.
"Almost done. I'm going to breed you full, would you like that?" Zhongli's voice sounded strained with effort.
The dragon threw him to the ground before he answered, and claws raked across his hip carelessly during the motion, deep enough to scrape bone. Childe settled in the facedown position he landed in, accepting his fate. His abused hole twitched loosely around nothing and bled freely without the cock plugging him up. He felt like he was going to pass out. Maybe even die, honestly. Would Zhongli still be able to let him leave this room unharmed if he gave in to the unconsciousness lapping at him?
The harsh weight of a clawed foot pressed into his lower back. He struggled to draw a breath.
"Stay awake," The god above him growled.
Cruel talons dug into his shoulders and jerked his body up into the pressure on his back. The unnatural movement made something snap. Childe howled with agony as he was dropped back to the floor, conflicting pain and numbness originating from broken vertebrae. He couldn't bring himself to move, but when Zhongli shifted his hips and penetrated him again the forced movements only made the pain worse. He could barely focus on how roughly he was being fucked. Each violent thrust rocked him forward, his spine protesting the movement. He felt hazy from the pain. He didn't even bother trying to keep the wounds on his face from being rubbed open further and smudging blood onto the floor underneath him. If he wasn't dying before, he definitely was now. Zhongli was leaning over his broken body, growling things next to his ear.
"Mine, all mine. So good, Ajax," He said.
His name was another thing Zhongli shouldn't know.
He vaguely recognized the very wrong feeling of his ass being stretched even wider around a swell in the dragon's dick. That made him delay the process of giving in to death because what the fuck. He tuned in to the string of words Zhongli was mumbling in search of some kind of explanation.
"...Taking my egg so well," Zhongli purred, rubbing soothing circles into his bleeding hips.
An egg. He felt it moving deeper into him. It pressed past his prostate, his exhausted and wrecked body lighting up with confused arousal at the direct stimulation of the sensitive gland.
"What the fuck, Zhongli?" He wept, just as confused as his poor body.
He had to endure the entire slow drag of the egg entering him, though he tried very hard to just succumb to his injuries during the process. Zhongli groaned as the egg traveled deeper. He continued making stifled moans of pleasure that sent more weak trickles of heated arousal through the young man's body until Childe felt the egg drop free and settle deep in his guts. Zhongli came hard inside of him with a loud growl. The huge cock twitched heavily as it dumped him full of cum.
Zhongli pushed him onto his side as he carelessly yanked his dick out. The mix of blood and cum inside of him ran out down his thighs, but the egg stayed in place with finality. Childe lay still, the stone underneath his head slick with blood, his hair matted from it. He wanted to curl into a ball but his broken spine hindered his movement, so he settled for bringing a hand to his stomach and feeling at the firm bump where the egg sat inside of him. Worse, there was something about it being there that comforted him against his will.
He looked up at Zhongli who stood over him, human and fully clothed in his usual suit again. The god glared down at him with disgust, his gaze dark from hatred. He looked angrier than Childe had ever seen. For some reason it made the young man want to cry. This man had given him empty praises, marked him, broken his body and mind, and put an egg inside of him, just to look at him like he was less than garbage. He knew since they met that someone like Zhongli would never want him, but couldn't he at least look satisfied after Childe had surrendered everything to him?
The lack of Zhongli's touch made his wounds fester in such an odd way, like the full force of them was creeping up on him now without the god there to soothe them.
"Please... please make it stop," Childe could barely force out a whisper.
Zhongli stepped closer. He nudged Childe's hand away from his full stomach with a pointed boot. And then drew back his foot. Childe gasped in horror before the impact came, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. The hard shell of the egg shattered inside of him. The strength behind the kick made the shards slice through soft, sensitive flesh, and the shock to his broken body made him black out.
*
He woke up with a frantic scream and gasped to catch his breath as he held his stomach. He was drenched in sweat, and cum was drying disgustingly in his underwear, but he wasn't wounded. There were no shards of an egg cutting their way out of his stomach, and he was moving without the numb pain of nerve damage flaring in his back. He brought a trembling hand to his face. He could see out of that eye. His face was fine; smooth unbroken skin met his fingers, though the touch aggravated the bruise left there by the handle of a polearm.
Right. Of course. It was just a dream. An intense, way too realistic dream inspired by the spar earlier, which had happened, unfortunately. Childe groaned in shame. What kind of fucked up person would have a dream like that about a sweet old man, former archon or not? He wasn't going to be able to face Mr. Zhongli for days after this.
It wasn't until later, when he was drying off from a guilty cold shower, that he noticed a faint new scar depicting the symbol of geo.