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For the last few months, Ajax had been on a secret mission.
By himself, at the very least, since no one else seemed to believe him.
It had been around two years since his mother had gotten married and they had moved to China, with a whole new life waiting for them. Opposed to his mother's new boyfriend-now-husband, Ajax had purposely skipped every dinner he was supposed to meet the man, going all out to avoid meeting him at all costs. He didn't try to hide the fact that he disliked him at all, in fact hoping the man would sooner or later realize Ajax wanted no part in this new family thing.
But that was until he was tricked into meeting him, anyways. If he had to be honest, it wasn't very much of a trick and just his mother bringing the man into their house completely unprompted. That was how he had finally met his new stepfather, only 3 months prior to the marriage.
He had shaken hands with the man suspiciously, narrowed eyes not leaving him at all for the whole evening as he was looking for a slip-up so he could complain to his mother later on.
Nevermind that the man — Zhongli — hadn't slipped up even once, he was simply too perfect, as much as he hated to admit. His demeanour, his words, the way he carried himself, also not to mention Ajax could very well see he was extremely good looking for his age and well-groomed, unlike the other old bums who had been after his mother before.
Zhongli looked like he had come out of one of his mother's soap operas — and Ajax didn't buy it. At all. Instead of trusting the man, he had grown incredibly suspicious of him instead. When he'd complained about him being too weirdly good to his mother afterwards, telling her there must be something up with him, he had only gotten an eye roll and scolding after being told to act a little more mature.
His mother had apologetically smiled and apologised on his behalf too, saying something about Ajax still being too young and '...you know how the children around his age are like..'. Of course, Zhongli had smiled a little and told her that it was not a problem at all, that he completely understood and apparently he was sure they'd get along well soon.
As if.
Ajax only felt bad about making his mom apologise on his behalf — it wasn't his intention to make her feel bad, but he was only worried. He didn't really care about what Zhongli thought, though.
What followed soon was the wedding and honeymoon, with both of them moving permanently to live with the man. Ajax had thrown a tantrum back then, saying he didn't want to move to a completely different country where he knew no one, but it wasn't like he had a choice either way.
The biggest problem was that — as soon as they had arrived at their new home, Ajax's mouth had dropped open.
Sure, their family came from old money and had quite a lot of savings along with some land to their name. So they had always been well-off and lived in moderate luxury.
But this... this was something entirely different. Just by a single look at the mansion, Ajax could tell his new stepfather wasn't just well-off or rich. Completely different from their family. Raking his brains to try to remember what was the man's occupation, he vaguely recalled his mother calling Zhongli self-made and self-employed.
Now — if that didn't reek of suspicion, he didn't know what else would.
From then on, Ajax had made it his mission to uncover whatever weird stuff was going on with Mr. Zhongli and his shady occupation. It was incredibly frustrating to see his mother not care at all — though he was happy to see her enjoying herself (even if it was because of that man.) Luckily for Ajax, he was being homeschooled for now until he could get a proper grip on Chinese to attend school with others. It was annoying, at first — until he had realized he could use it to his advantage to snoop around since Mr. Zhongli was almost always out of the house until past 8pm.
The only obstacles in his way were the servants inside the house, though he could easily make up an excuse for them, there was something even more troublesome. Ganyu and Xiao, as Mr. Zhongli had introduced them, as his secretary and bodyguard would pop out of nowhere around the house all the time.
Ganyu seemed to be easy to talk to, with a general aura of gentleness around her whereas Xiao was quiet and curt to the point when he talked. Also Ajax was so sure Xiao couldn't have been older than 20, no — if he had seen Xiao outside randomly, he'd have assumed he was only a few years older than him.
So he had absolutely no idea how Xiao was a bodyguard, especially when he didn't even look that strong at first sight. Another suspicious thing about Mr. Zhongli and his personnel, of course, but that was for another time. For now, his main goal was to decipher their schedules so he could sneak into Mr. Zhongli's study without being caught, but so far he had no luck at all. Both of them seemed to come and go at completely random times, so the best he could do was to...dive in and wish for the best — but even if he got caught, he could lie his way out of it, either way. Probably.
Ajax had waited all day and much to his surprise, none of them were around when usually he'd see them at least once during the day. Assuming this was the chance, he had immediately sneaked into the study — finding the door unlocked much to his content.
Now, this was his first time in this room. He regularly explored around the ridiculously big mansion during his free time, but like an unspoken rule he'd felt this place was off limits. It sure was an...interesting place, though as big as it was, all four walls were filled by so many bookcases that it made the room feel smaller. Even half of the windows were blocked by a certain, big bookcase — allowing only a little sunlight in and creating the illusion of late evening in the room.
Getting closer to one of the bigger bookcases, Ajax examined the books carefully with narrowed eyes. Almost all of them seemed to be about history or economics — with some classic poetry and literature every now and then. Once he got to examining the other cases, he realized none of the books particularly stood out.
(Certainly he wasn't disappointed because he had created a scenario in his mind where pulling a book from its place would open some hidden door.)
There were s o many books and he simply wasn't patient enough to try all of them. Plus, he doubted something like that would exist in real life — or here, at least. Checking the watch on the wall, Ajax saw that there were a few hours until Mr. Zhongli would come back from work or whatever he was doing, which gave him plenty of time to go through the stuff that was on and inside of his desk.
Even the chair itself looked grand — and very antique too, like the many other things in the room. Kneeling down by the desk, Ajax opened the bottommost drawer, taking out some files to read through with hopes that he could find something.
He didn't even know how much time had passed since he was going through every file and documentation he could find, only to realize his Chinese was nowhere near enough to understand what those were about every time he gave up and picked up another document. Sure, he hadn't mastered Chinese yet — but he could tell these were already written in a way that'd be way too difficult to comprehend even if he could read perfectly.
With a defeated sigh, he set down the papers in his hands back to their place, grumbling to himself. He had been looking out for chances to sneak in here for so long — only to come out empty-handed in the end. A voice in his mind kept telling him that he should just accept Mr. Zhongli as his new stepfather and that he was, by all means, a law-abiding citizen. His mother was happy — there wasn't anything wrong with their new daily life, but still...It just didn't feel right somehow.
Letting out another hearty sigh, Ajax finally stood up — dusting his pants off when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.
Fuck.
"And — you were doing what in my study?" As golden eyes bore into him, Ajax carefully watches the older man's movements. He didn't seem that... angry, after his initial surprise, but rather amused. It was annoying, in some way.
Watching Mr. Zhongli fold the sleeves of his dark dress shirt and moving to sit on his chair, Ajax scratched the back of his head absently. "...I was just curious." His reply drew out a little chuckle from the man, accompanied by a long hum as he checked his drawers. "Seems like you've made quite a mess in here. I'm most delighted to see that you are curious about me, but I'm sure you know this isn't some place for kids to play around."
Though he wanted to protest — the way Mr. Zhongli had put the situation into words just sounded wrong, he kept his mouth shut anyways, knowing he was the one in the wrong. All he could do was to give a small nod, casting his eyes away from the older man finally. There was a moment of silence in the study, which only made things more awkward for Ajax as he stood still, unsure what to do. He wanted to leave — but he was sure it would be rude to walk out of the room without being dismissed. "I'm aware that we didn't start our relationship exactly on the best terms, after all — you're still very young and a stranger like myself suddenly entering the core of your life must not be too easy. Though I foresaw this, I'm still unsure about how to deepen our...bond."
Right there and then, once again, Ajax wanted to let him know that he had no intentions of getting along with him or playing family, though kept quiet instead of speaking up for his mother's sake. He still didn't know what to say, letting Mr. Zhongli do all the talking which resulted in awkward pauses between them whenever he was given a chance to reply. He was more curious about why he had returned from the work earlier than usual — which was the first time he'd done so during their 2 years of living under the same roof, Ajax realised. Maybe there was a camera installed somewhere hidden, which would only make sense if he was really hiding something shady in this room that he didn't want anyone else to find out. Pressing his lips together tightly, Ajax glared at Mr. Zhongli with narrowed, piercing eyes.
"You're hiding something away from mom, aren't you?"
Another silence.
This time, he could see the golden eyes widen in surprise just slightly — he hadn't expected himself to say that outloud either, really, but what was done was done even though he could vaguely feel himself break out in cold sweat. "I mean...if you're lying to her—"
Silence again. Mr. Zhongli wasn't speaking at all, only staring at him with an expression full of...Ajax didn't know what, but it was surely a new expression he hadn't seen before. Almost looking like he had discovered some kind of secret himself.
The unsettling silence carries on until Mr. Zhongli stands up and starts walking towards him, which makes him slowly step back by instinct. He towers over Ajax, who doesn't realize he's backed himself up against a wall. The situation was, quite frankly, terrifying. He couldn't even tell if Mr. Zhongli was mad or overly amused like the weirdo he was, perhaps he was in for some kind of corporal punishment, even. "I suppose this explains quite a lot, then."
He was leaning down towards Ajax, having successfully trapped him between the wall and himself as he stroked his chin. "Now, I wonder what you think I am hiding. Were you perhaps looking for some questionable files? Money laundering, maybe?" Now he was on the same eye level with him, Mr. Zhongli smiled very vaguely. "Please tell me, as I am very curious about your theories. Though by your silence, I'm assuming you weren't able to find what you wanted."
Gulping down angrily, Ajax huffed. Everything about him had reeked of suspicion since the very first time — he was certainly sure whatever this situation they were in currently was far away from a normal reaction too. It wasn't just him being an overly hormonal and angsty teenager, either, he could feel something was wrong. Only he didn't know what. The only reason he had been keeping quiet was because his mom loved Mr. Zhongli, and he didn't have any evidence of the man being a weirdo. "You —you're not even denying it? Even if you act calm, I could see you were frowning when you checked the drawers. You're really...this is why I told mom to be careful!" Screaming at the other, Ajax tried to free himself from this weird position, both by trying to push Mr. Zhongli away and hissing like an angry cat. Much to his annoyance, the man was immovable like a rock, not even budging slightly. For a moment, he considered the idea of screaming since he was sure Mr. Zhongli wouldn't like the unnecessary attention to his study if anyone were to hear, but deciding on it being an overkill for now he went for a kick instead.
"I should have known you were some psycho, even so, if you do something to me mom wou... — mmmph?!"
As a hand presses against his mouth and squeezes lightly like a warning, Ajax lets out muffled sounds, cursing out Mr. Zhongli to no avail. He looks slightly...unamused now, as he sighs and looks down at Ajax with a disappointed expression. "It seems that both your mother and I have been too lenient with you. Perhaps it is time I take disciplining you in my own hands, seeing as you simply won't listen to reason." Sighing in a troubled manner, Mr. Zhongli basically drags Ajax to one of the couches in front of his desk before he could get a chance to react. When he sees the man undoing his belt as he sits down, his eyes flare up.
"I'm not a child! " He screams at him, who only looks unamused like before. It was embarrassing, he wanted to get out of there, had to — but as he was about to run away, Ajax heard the man tutting.
"14 is very much a child, little boy. And I've locked the door, in case you haven't realized. Now, either you will take your punishment by yourself, or I won't be responsible for what will happen should I stand up to get you here again."
Ajax feels his heart drop.
He doesn't even register how much time has passed since he was laying on his stepfather's lap. The least he could do was to sob pathetically, as he felt another strike on his backside.
"Don't forget to count. We will have to start from one again if you do." The patronising voice came from the man looming over him, with his belt in his hands as he gave a little slap to Ajax's face to keep him conscious. He didn't even remember which number he was at, how much had he counted — only aware of the blazing pain and his whole body trembling. It felt weird, especially when Mr. Zhongli striked again and his whole body spasmed as he drooled onto the couch.
"N... no, no no, I feel so weird, Mr. Zhongli — wa…" He felt himself leaking, ashamed, all too aware of his body reactions. Crying, he had stopped counting completely and could only beg him to stop already, hiccuping between his cries. Mr. Zhongli had stopped, at the very least, but much to his horror he felt the man stiffen up — he had most likely realized what Ajax did, and all he could was to hope he wouldn't mention it and simply let him go.
Too much for hoping though, of course.
His blood ran cold when he heard him chuckle darkly, right before another strike descended on his overly sensitive skin, knocking the breath out of his lungs. "What a bad boy. You've dirtied my slacks — what would your dear mother say if she knew?" As he talked, his fingers traced the reddened, swollen skin, making Ajax squirm under him.
Shaking his head, Ajax tried to wriggle out of his lap, kicking his legs even though Mr. Zhongli could keep him in his place with a single hand. "You can't — you can't tell mom," A whimper leaving his lips as the older man groped his cheeks and kneaded the soft flesh, Ajax continued protesting, telling him to stop — that it was weird.
Mr. Zhongli doesn't listen, though, as he spreads his cheeks. He distantly hears a hum, as well as a finger ghosting over his hole vaguely — tracing near his rim. "Mhmm. Then we can make a deal, can't we? I won't tell her about anything — but in return, neither can you." Ajax doesn't understand, really, but he knows Mr. Zhongli isn't supposed to do this kind of thing with him, that this went beyond punishment now.
Once again he tries to fight his way out, screaming names at the man as he called him a pervert and more. But it was all fruitless, and the worse thing was that he had dug his own grave. He heard an another sigh as he was manhandled suddenly and thrown onto the couch, an irritated expression gracing Mr. Zhongli's features. "It's not like I was really giving you a choice, but rather a chance to accept it. Now I see you're in need of more discipline — I have no reason to be gentle with you."
As he was talking, he had spread Ajax's legs forcefully, sitting between his little thighs. When he suddenly felt a finger prodding at his entrance, he was full-on crying by then. "Why..— why are you...to me...you're mom's—"All of his senses tingled, as he realized the finger pushing in and clenching uncomfortably. It felt weird, not painful but...just uncomfortable, as the long finger rubbed against his insides. He felt the stretch when a second finger joined without a single warning, burning deliriously with a hand slapped over his mouth.
Ignoring his words, Mr. Zhongli crooned while fucking his fingers in and out of him despite the dryness. "How cute," Ajax was slowly coming undone simply with his fingers, weak and new to all of this, as he kept brushing a certain spot that made Ajax curl his toes and spill out shameless moans. He was confused when Mr. Zhongli suddenly withdrew his fingers, his brain too lost in pleasure to realize his own reaction. Hearing the sound of a zipper, Ajax clutched the edge of the couch and sniffled.
Scared of both his own body and Mr. Zhongli, he could only sit and shake like a little deer without knowing a way out of this situation. Mr. Zhongli was leaning over him, trapping him between himself and the couch — no matter how much he tried to hit the man, none of them seemed to have an effect. Fat tears rolling down his eyes, Ajax continued to sob as the man suddenly climbed over him. His knees were now next to Ajax's sides, stroking himself as he looked down at his horrified expression. Rubbing the tip over his lips and dragging it across while leaving pre, Mr. Zhongli groaned.
Shuddering under the cold pair of eyes staring down at him, Ajax had kept his lips tightly shut until he was threatened. His lips pried open, the tip of the older man's cock rested in his mouth, along with a finger in his mouth that touched his teeth. He wanted to gag at the taste.
"Be good and don't bite," Mr. Zhongli warned before pulling his finger away and delighting in the warmth of Ajax's little mouth as he slowly kept pushing in more of his cock. It was too much for him, his lips burning as they stretched obscenely around the cock. He felt like vomiting when the man kept pushing until it reached the back of his throat — and he wasn't even completely halfway in, Ajax realised in horror.
They stayed like this for a while, Ajax drooling around the big cock brushing again his throat in his mouth and Mr. Zhongli breathing slowly with his eyes closed. He couldn't breathe properly like this, feeling more and more dizzier with each passing second as his vision started to blur likewise. Only then did Mr. Zhongli finally move, quite literally knocking the breath out of him.
There was no gentleness or anything of sort as he slammed down his hips, forcing the rest of his cock down his throat. Ajax felt the bile rising in his stomach and burning, as tears continuously kept falling down. Without giving him time to adjust, Mr. Zhongli kept roughly fucking into his mouth, a hand coming to grasp his slender neck and pressing against the skin each time he thrust his hips in, feeling his cock protrude from the boy's throat.
His eyes rolled back, Ajax kept gagging, hands clenched at Mr. Zhongli's slacks as he tries to desperately shake the man off. He could barely think anymore, gurgling sounds leaving him whenever the cock in his mouth forced its way down his tight throat, until the man finally pulled back.
He could barely register what was happening next, hearing Mr. Zhongli curse under his breath and something spilling all over his face. A mess of tears, drool and snot, Ajax laid on the couch with blurred eyes before turning to his side instinctively and heaving up. His throat was burning as he vomited out what little he had eaten earlier, swaying on the edge of the couch.
A strong hand grips arm roughly, making him lay down again and he hears a sigh. Though he doesn't really understand the full sentence, he hears Mr. Zhongli complain about him making a mess. "I...sorry, I'm sorry, I won't again — please, I don't want to...I'm tired," Mumbling mindlessly, he keeps apologising, begging while squirming. Of course, once again he goes unheard. "I'm afraid I can't, when you made such a big mess in my study."
Vaguely realizing Mr. Zhongli forcing his legs apart and guiding his cock towards his hole, alarms go off in Ajax's brain. He immediately starts to resist, or tries to — at least. "No, no, no no no no, you can't, I — it won't fit, please, no —…"
The first thing he feels is being pierced into two, and then he's sure he's bleeding. It burns, burns so bad that it rips a scream out of him. Ajax almost passes out from pain, if not for Mr. Zhongli slapping his face to keep him conscious again. When he says something again, Ajax couldn't even follow, too absorbed in his own pain to notice anything else.
The older man thrust his hips again, forcing his cock deeper into the tight channel. When he brings his hand down to check where they're connected, he doesn't seem surprised at all to find blood. The only surprising thing had been the semen on Ajax's stomach, from just now. Leaning down, Zhongli puts his hands on the arm of the couch for leverage and starts to slowly fuck his cock into the tightness in earnest.
Although Ajax wants to tell him to stop, he can't — only moans and whimpers leaving him whenever he opens his mouth. He was like a ragdoll, only capable of letting Mr. Zhongli do whatever he wanted with his body. Twitching each time he pushed in, Ajax let out a sob in relief once he felt him bottom out completely.
It was short-lived when he was maneuvered out of the couch and now sitting on his lap, the cock in his ass brushing deeper than before. Mr. Zhongli folds his knees in two as he wraps his arms around him, before starting to thrust in.
He pulls Ajax out of his cock and slams him down rhythmically, his own hips moving in time while he uses the boy like a doll. Shaking from pain, Ajax starts muttering his name, begging him for something incomprehensibly. "Mr. Zhong— ahh, no, please, Mr. Zhongli...it burns — hurts," The older man hushes him down as he slams him down onto his cock roughly, putting two of his fingers into the boy's mouth and catching his tongue. Breathing over his neck, he grazes his teeth over the soft skin.
"You must know to call me something else," He says as he bites down. "We are a family after all, aren't we?"
Drooling around his fingers, Ajax fumbles over his words, unable to talk properly and confused. "Wh... nnnn, I don't know —...now…"
Mr. Zhongli was relentless, continuously thrusting up and down until Ajax was reduced to a complete mess. "No," A rough thrust. "Be a good boy and call me daddy," His arms tightening around Ajax, he licked a stripe behind the boy's neck, giving him shivers. With little consciousness he had left, Ajax was going to protest until the older man set a punishing pace with his thrusts, drawing out moan after moan from him.
" ...will! I'll listen —daddy, I'm so sorry, it hurts, hurts, daddy I—…" Meaninglessly blabbering about, Ajax was sobbing and screaming about as Mr. Zhongli's thrusts started to pace up irregularly, cursing out each time he heard Ajax call out to him. Soon, he felt something hot spilling inside him, with the thrusts gradually falling in rhythm until they stopped.
Arms still wrapped around him tightly, Ajax couldn't move while Mr. Zhongli kept him seated on his cock, breathing deeply behind him. Ajax felt his eyes close, he was too tired — aching all over and feeling dirty. Feeling a hand brush his bangs, he heard Mr. Zhongli speak to him only vaguely, catching the part where he called him a good boy, drawing out a hum from Ajax.
Mr. Zhongli stood up, holding Ajax in his arms as his cock was still buried in his ass and walked towards his desk. Crying out in discomfort, he tried to push against his chest — each step made his cock brush against his nerves, only putting him in further pain. He was scolded soon enough, seated on Mr. Zhongli's lap again who now sat on his chair. "Behave," He said, opening one of the drawers of his desk. "so it won't spill out."
Taking out a plug from the drawer, he slowly pulled out, inserting the plug in his cock's place and making sure nothing spilled. Ajax was basically laying limp on his lap, thighs shaking as he pushed the plug in deeper. "Until we get to the bathroom, okay?"
Though he gave a nod, it was only because he wanted this to be over and done with, too tired to say anything or even move. He couldn't even think properly, his brain too muddy as he finally felt his consciousness slip away.
The last thing he remembered was being dressed up and carried out of the study by his stepfather, and the rest was history.