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It was rare that Xiao found himself actually inside a room at the inn.
"You have forsaken us." Xiao's tone warbled and he hated it despite the irony. His god was weak, so why wouldn't he be weak too?
Divinity and power wrapped in a trim form of human flesh... it was too much. How had they let Rex Lapis fall so far? There were not many Adepti left but it was their contractual duty to protect both Liyue and their people, their archon, and yet here they were.
Archonless bastards. Fatherless bastards.
"I have not." Zhongli's voice has always been deeply soothing but theres an extra edge to it now that makes Xiao feel as though he is being coddled. A weapon made for war being looked after as though he were but a baby. Tch. "I do not need to be the Geo Archon to be here with you all, do I? We have always been a family."
A silence followed. When Xiao didn't immediately answer, he got to watch the Ex-Archons face fall.
"No, we havent. This is what you limited us to, a god and his followers. What do you want us to do without your guidance? After everything you've done, you're just going to discard us?"
"Xiao─"
"No!" One of his many pseudonyms was Conquerer of Demons if only because he himself was one. He felt the fire beneath his skin, fingers clenching and unclenching as he bit into his lip until it bled over his tongue. "No... you don't get to talk, Zhongli. You cast aside that opprutunity when you went through with your plans without informing us."
The ex-archon looked away as if shamed and that only makes the anger boil over. When had he learned to be so expressive? Had he really been out living as a mortal, no invitation extended to them as they continued the endless task of watching over the lands?
Their archon had been on fucking vacation.
Xiao lunged forward and knocked the man down with an ease that startled them both. This Zhongli lacked that etheral grace Rex Lapis did. Their proximity did not fill him with awe or fear, only bitterness and mourning. His archon was dead and he hadnt even been given the chance to say goodbye. There was mute power beneath his skin but nowhere as much as Xiao had thrumming through his veins.
But despite it all those were still the eyes he worshipped in every form. Zhongli looked at him almost impassively, spawled out as if some debauched sacrifice to his lost deity. He looked entirely unmoved and that only made Xiao angrier. After everything how could he remain so unaffected in the face of Xiao's emotions?
Was he truly so heartless? Did he truly care so little?
Fingers pressed against his cheek and Xiao jolted as if he'd been stung, gold eyes glaring into amber. Yes his god was dead but this man still held the gaze of someone ancient and powerful. It made him shiver, almost made him scramble back to plead for forgiveness for his insolence.
But Xiao doesn't move and Zhongli cupped his cheek. "I am sorry, Alatus... you have always been like a child to me. I did not mean for my actions to bring you such grief."
"You were never one for planning." Its bitter on his tongue and Xiao continues to glare. The gloved touch was warm, coursing through him pleasantly. He couldnt move away no matter how much he willed himself to. "You did not mean it because you didnt bother to think of the consequences at all."
Silence.
"What if one of us had died? What would you have done then, Rex Lapis?"
"I had faith-"
"Faith?" A scoff to cover the quiver in his voice. "You had faith none of us would even have an accident? What if someone had fallen like the traveler had, only I wasn't there to catch them? Would it have been fine since they werent from Liyue?"
"No, Xiao-"
"What if I had died?" Theres a stuttered breath beneath him. "Would you feel regret? Would you miss me?"
"Please do not dou-"
Xiao gripped the mortal's shoulder and slammed him into the ground again, listening the his whistling and pained breath. "Do not DOUBT? What is there to believe in when you have taken my belief away?"
Those eyes keep staring at him and he can't help himself anymore. Xiao dives in, smashing their mouths together hard enough that he feels his lip split upon the mans teeth. It hurts but he doesnt let up for a moment, taking advantage of the strangled gasp to shove his tongue into the elder's mouth.
Zhongli squirms beneath him, hands raising to grapple but Xiao snatches up his wrists in one hand and slams them to the ground above his head. He feels lightheaded. Even if Rex Lapis was no more, if this man was not the Geo Archon, it was such a rush to be in this position over someone he had revered for centuries.
"X-Xiao ─ Aah ─" Drool dribbled from his mouth as Xiao continued to plunder it. There's no heartbeat shared between either of them but he soaks up the fact the man breathes raggedly, chest shuddering. Zhongli mewls and Xiao swallows up the noise with biting kisses.
"I thought of you as someone important," His words come out ragged. "You... You raised me. Saved me. I thought you were a friend, a father. Maybe I was right about those things, you're no different from any of those before you."
Zhongli looks struck, eyebrows arching and bruised lips parting desperately. "Please, do not continue on this path-"
"This path?" Xiao looms over him, relishing at the sight of the man pinned beneath him. "But this is the final path you have personally led me on... take responsibility for your actions."
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Xiao sunk in deep, hips pressed tightly against his backside. His folds spread not with ease, but without choice, cleaved apart by the searing hot shaft pressed against his small hole. It ached, just how hot and weighted the cock felt settling into his insides. "Pl-Please... please st-stop─!"
When Xiao pulled back and punched back in, the sounds between them were already slick and loud with schlick and schlop. The cockhead drooled precum into him, eagerly coating his walls with warm and thick seed while Zhongli clenched around him at the feeling. His body was responding outside the realm of his desires. This is not what he wanted.
Something wet and warm landed on his shoulder and Zhongli blearily turned. He caught a glimpse of Xiao staring down at him as if in pain, face twisted with eyes and cheeks damp. But as soon as their eyes met, Xiao barred his teeth - his canines lengthened, doubled side by side - and hunkered down over him.
Xiao fucked him into the floor ruthlessly, his hot front pressed flush again his back. The adeptus was smaller than him by quite a bit, his face pressed between his shoulders, but he felt surrounded. The tears dampening his shirt was more painful than the rutting inside his insides. Xiao was crying and it was all his fault.
This boy.. Xiao had always been a son to him in everything but blood. He'd raised him alongside Guizhong as the war raged, some makeshift family that he had come to love. When Guizhong and the other Yaksha died they were nearly all each other had. To have Xiao do this, to have his own child force him down and take as he pleased...
Something about it made his stomach turn, eyes watering as he fought to stifle his gasps and moans. As dainty as the boy was, he was no laughing matter. Rex Lapis had a great many trysts in their time but this was by far the largest cock he'd ever taken. His legs twitched uncontrollably as Xiao rutted deeper, panting wetly against the nape of his neck.
He was stirring up his insides, a mixture of precum and his own juices dribbling down from their connection and slicking his thighs. God, Xiao reached inside so deeply. Pushed into places that had never been pried apart and he shook on the length inside. His son was slotting into his pussy like he belonged there.
If this is what Xiao wanted to take as retribution then so be it. Zhongli would let his boy take whatever he needed to feel better, lashes fluttering at the notion. To have once been his archon only to be reduced to but a soft hole for him to fuck into. It was only proper that he finally take care of the child he'd taken in. It was his duty.
Xiao grunted above him and keened like an injured dog, claws digging into his thin waist. Zhongli writhed as his insides strained around the girth still inching it's way inside. He could feel every pulsing vein, plugged up and filling to the brim. His hips kept jerking deeper and Zhongli's lower half would spasm uncontrollably at the feeling of his soft core being torturously slammed into over and over with each shove.
It was like he was going to make room for all of his cock no matter what Zhongli's body wanted and the man drooled, gurgling as his knees started to give out. Xiao allowed his chest to hit the floor but he merely dragged his hips back up to present his ass nicely to be thrusted into.
Being opened up so carelessly like this... he felt debauched. So far from a god that it felt so right to be here. He wonder what he must look like, limp and pliant and stretched obscenely around the smaller man's cock. Its the only thing he could think of, both mind and body focused only on the single pleasure spearing him open.
"M-Master, aah-" Small bites pressed through his shirt and Zhongli rolled his hips back until they met flush and his eyes rolled up into his head. He swore he could feel his boy in his stomach, heavy and hot. Cradled by his constricting walls as if to keep him safe and sound- so lovingly snug around him. Yes, this was how he was to take care of his boys cock.
From how sooping his insides become with each thrust it seemed as though Xiao's body agreed, pre cum dripping excessively into him, clinging to the adepti's cock and frothing around his hole with each push and pull. It was too much and each punishing thrust rocked him forward.
How content he felt to be fucked, stretched thin and stuffed. He felt dazed from the sensation of Xiao plunging into him, girth stretching him anew each time and fucking little noises from him. His hole is ruined, surely red and puffy and dripping but his chest is warm and fit to bursting.
"Hahnn ─ Xiao ♡ ─ !" Something in his voice must excite Xiao because there is a stuttering pause to his motions before he groans throatily and- heat floods his insides and Zhongli chokes on the sensation. It fills every crevice, slotting deep inside him thickly with sweet warmth. If he'd given himself a womb, it surely would've found a home there. Imagine that... giving his child a child, starting over.
"W...Would you?" Zhongli blinks into the present, cheek pressed against the floor and eye struggling to peer out his peripheral to the man barely peeking over his shoulder. Even now, Xiao was not one to dwell in pleasure, he should truly learn to relax...
"Hm?"
The claws at his hip sink deeper, cutting flesh and a startled hiss leaves him. Xiao doesnt speak but his grip jerks like he'd been burn, gingerly using his hold to keep him stable as he pulled out. Instinctively Zhongli rocked back to try to keep the shaft inside, whimpering as the cockhead popped from his hole no matter how greedily it clung. A flood of cum followed, having overfilled after seeding him so deeply.
Instead of dropping him and leaving him in filth, Xiao turns him over onto his back with surprising gentleness - reverence - and lifts his hips up and his legs over onto his shoulders.
This view is --- Like this he can see everything. Bent in half with his legs spread and up in the air like a common whore. His hole is red and puffy underneath cream, swollen shut as much as possible to hold captive as much of his child's cum inside. The angle helps too, his hips canted into the air with Xiao's weight keeping him in place.
Xiao's member presses between the lips, grinding over his sensitive and pink folds and leaving him breathless.
"Is that what it will take, my lord?" It's the note of desperation that makes Zhongli really look at him. His expression is stern and even if he hadnt already known the younger to have been crying, the red rimmed eyes wouldve given it away. "If I breed you, fill you with child, will you finally rest? Will you cease your foolishness? Is that what it will take?"
Zhongli feels his heart stutter. His power is weak.. he is nothing but a mere mortal at this point. But changing ones appearance had always been such an easy thing. Even easier was to change small bits of a form. Would he still be able to do that? To give himself a functioning womb? To allow his beloved child to seed him to the brim until he was too full to move about freely?
Xiao folds himself over him, pressing his face into his chest. "My lord..." If it were anyone but Xiao, Zhongli would think he were hiding-- or cuddling. "Won't you stay?"
"I am your master no longer." He's slow on the uptake, still captured by the feeling of cum settling inside him and the heat against his core. Xiao is rigid against him. "But I don't need to be to stay, do I?"
"... Forgive me, but I cannot believe you as you are." That almost hurts. A contract - a promise - was one he would always take seriously even if he was no longer the Archon of it. "I need to tie you here." There's a growl, and then a nip of teeth over his shirt. It tears with ease and a button disappears. "You'll stay here, Rex Lapis, Zhongli, no matter your iteration. Make it so." A pause before he presses a hand against Zhongli's stomach. "Give me something to plant my seed in."
A silence descends before Zhongli shifts uncomfortably beneath him, his face scrunching briefly. Xiao moves his hand away, likely from the warmth bubbling beneath it, and Zhongli feels him angle his head to look. Though he can't see it, Zhongli knows how the tattoo over his stomach looks. It is his own mark, the one carved into mora.
Xiao peeks up at him again─ it was so strange to see the boy grown from war so ... demure, almost. Shy. Perhaps shame had gripped him for his actions, but Zhongli could no longer blame him.
"It was my fault," he soothed, but Xiao's eyes flared with anger. "I did this to you, do not worry for it. This is how I should offer you my apology." He shifted his hands and managed to undo the first couple of buttons of his shirt.
Golden eyes were drawn to his display, the boy's large teeth keeping his mouth partially open with saliva clinging to the fangs. That was the Conqueror of Demons he once knew in another lifetime.
"My lord... even now, you take on too much responsibility." Without hesitation, clawed fingers tear the rest of his shirt open and with a shift of his hips, Xiao sinks back into him.
A startled mewl escapes Zhongli, eyes wide at the bumpy sensations dragging across his insides. It doesnt hurt per se but the way the new protrusions along the girth drag over his stretched hole makes him twitch with the overstimulation. Xiao's thrusts are slow and he can see a combination of their juices and cum clinging to the shaft, dragged out but sloppily pushed back inside as if Xiao were feeding it back purposefully. Maybe he was working the first helping of seed back in, guiding it as deep as possible with purposeful thursts.
Zhongli keened, lashes fluttering. Hands palmed over his chest gently, almost curious. His vessel had been formed in the image of humanity at the time of its making, which had been men fit for war. Even in retirement, his body remained unchanging and Xiao seemed to, at the very least, find that fact interesting if his groping meant anything.
There isnt much time for useless thought after Xiao leans over and takes a nipple into his mouth, teeth sinking into the meaty flesh.
His vision blurs with pleasure, toes curling. The hot tongue laving over teeth marks make him flush all the way to his shoulders. The cock making its home inside of him is picking up speed, pulling out and slamming back in with increasing urgency. The pace leaves him feeling hollowed out every time the length leaves him but then too full with its return, bruising this too soft body.
"Ahn mmh ♡!" Xiao fucks his cock into him without abandon, gnawing at his skin. He suckles like a starving babe and Zhongli dazedly brings a hand to his nape, cradling his face against his chest. His child, his boy, his son. His legs flex over his shoulders and his insides clench and constict around his girth as if it didn't want Xiao to leave him. Perhaps it was true. He wanted to stay just as much as Xiao want him to.
Perhaps he did need this, this reason to stay put. Fucked open and bred with purpose. Keep him safe and tucked away with his stomach swollen with child.
"M-My lord, so tight--" Xiao pants against him, hips bucking and grinding and squelching between them. Zhongli wasnt sure when his legs had fallen to his hips, wrapped tight at the adetus' hips as if to truly keep him as deep as possible. Xiao fights the hold though, hips shifting and slamming into him, heavy balls slapping against his dripping cunt. Be digs so deep, pressing at the deepest parts inside of him. "I can-- I can feel--"
Zhongli could feel it too. So deep in fact he was kissing his innermost reaches, battering the soft and fragile entrance to his womb. Bruising his cervix with each shove inside, beating it into submission even when he didny have to. Zhongli's body knew its purpose, coaxing itself open and luring Xiao's cock deeper. Xiao's face buries into his neck then, straining and pushng their hips as close together as possible and folding him further in order to do so.
"Im going to breed you, sir."
Xiao was practically standing, drilling down into his sopping pussy. Zhongli stared at the sight with blurry vision, golden eyes blazing and staring at him through sweat soaked bangs. A sight for sore eyes truly, his child had grown into a fine young being. His intent was clear, Zhongli watching the way his cock forced open his clingy hole, watching each bump push pass into him.
The engorged cockhead popped past his cervix and Zhongli wailed, twisting, and Xiao choked above him. He seemed stuck, unable to do anything except thrust minutely which he did so savagely. Pushing and pulling and grinding and growling, using the slight give to pound away into him, hips not separating. He was an animal, a demon, and there was nothing to do but accept it.
Zhongli found his release again, falling limp as his vision white out. The spastic squeezing of his swollen walls seemed to spur on the others pleasure as well. Xiao whimpered - whimpered ! - and Zhongli felt heat flood him again, this time hotter and stickier. It clung to his womb with purpose, refusing to be dislodged as it poured into him.
He managed to find enough control in his limbs to fold his arms over Xiao's shoulders, head lolling to brush his lips over a red ear. "Good boy... hah, feel so full." More splurts filled him, his womb all too accepting of the cum as the symbol on his stomach burned and shone with delight. It paints his insides white and he feels his stomach cramping from the copious amounts filling him. "You did so well with your final mission, my child... I am so proud of you. I will carry our child with pride and honor."
Xiao keened, grinding slickly at their connection. Zhongli could feel him twitching and pulsing inside, those little knots along his shaft throbbing themselves. Each one gave him another hefty dose of cum, plugging him up with both cock and seed. The pleasure and stretch almost hurt now but he wanted to allow Xiao this moment. Wanted him to know the slight swelling of his stomach was all for him, pumped full until his womb bloated greedily from its fill. Not a drop would go to waste, he would ensure it.
Yes, this was his family. It was only right he spent his retirement here.