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Xiao’s episodes were getting worse, Zhongli realized while he took a sip of his afternoon tea. Xiao had finally been released from that wicked woman’s control, yet his daily life was still as hellish as it had been before his rescue. His days were spent cowering from anyone who tried to comfort him while his nights were filled with night terrors which caused the poor adeptus to shudder and scream. Furthermore, the young adeptus had a tendency to drift into dazes which reduced him to nothing more than a blood-lust filled monster who would attempt to kill anyone or anything he crossed paths with. Zhongli’s frown deepened as he began to reminisce on today’s events. 

He had taken Xiao out for some training, both in mental and physical terms. He hoped having an outlet for the pain and anger he held within him would help him cope with his horrific past, but the Geo Archon had only succeeded in harming the boy even more. 

Xiao had been sparring with a few of Zhongli’s subordinates and everything was going fine save for a few scrapes and scratches. The young adeptus was giving Zhongli’s underlings quite the workout; the Geo Archon had half the heart to take their place and give them a break but decided against it. His soldiers desperately needed training after months of peace within Liyue. As much as Zhongli was sure they preferred just guarding the gates of Liyue, a practice which was essentially just standing around for a few hours and greeting people, he needed to make sure they were prepared for real battle in preparation for the future.

He’d looked away for just a moment, the shine of a lovely lapis having caught his attention for that fleeting second. Zhongli would later regret that decision, for once he focused his attention on where it needed to be, one of his soldiers was laying in a bloodied heap while Xiao bore that hideous mask which appeared whenever things went horribly wrong. 

In a flash, Zhongli had petrified the man and looked over his crumpled subordinate. The soldier was fine, just a few stabs and bruises which would heal over time. The archon sent a healer his way then brought him and Xiao back to the seclusion of his palace. 

Said man was now unconscious, his body still not able to properly handle the effects of ‘Evil Conquering’. The poor adeptus was killing himself whenever he used it, and Zhongli shuddered at the realization that he probably used it quite often while he was under that witch’s control. 

Fast forward to a few hours later, to Zhongli making the conclusion that perhaps his approach to Xiao’s situation was not working. Maybe fighting was some sort of trigger for the boy, and sparring with local guardsmen only worsened the situation. The archon sighed as he stood to deposit the now empty tea cup in the sink. Zhongli knew he couldn’t handle this on his own. He needed help.

**

“Well well, old man. Long time no see!” Barbatos said rather loudly. Zhongli rubbed at his temples, but otherwise didn’t comment on his slight annoyance towards the other’s volume. 

“Barbatos, I need your help.” He said, and he could tell he was in for a treat with the way the Anemo Archon’s eyes lit up. 

“Wait, wait, wait. Wait a damn minute. Rex Lapis, the creator of Liyue, of mora , damnit, needs my help? What could little old me possibly help you with?” 

“I need…” Ugh, this was a lot more difficult to explain than Zhongli initially thought it would be. What was he supposed to say? I need help with feelings? With controlling a rampaging toddler? With helping a demi god whose body was used as a literal sock puppet and now he keeps reverting back into a blood lusted demon? “I need your aid with helping someone very special to me.” 

The Anemo archon must’ve liked the sound of that because Zhongli got an immediate, explosive reaction. 

“Oh my god, really? What’s their name? Are they a god too? Where are they from? Oh, you bastard, don’t tell me there is someone who works under you! God, you totally sit on your throne when you guys do it!” Venti cackled at that, throwing his hands on his knees and giving his thighs a few slaps of exasperation. Zhongli stood a bit awkwardly beside him, wondering what he could possibly find so hilarious about the situation. Was it that big of a deal for someone to be special to him?

“Barbatos-”

“Venti.” The shorter man cut in.

“ Venti, this is quite serious. He is having these… episodes where he loses control of himself and does bad things. Really bad things. Afterwards, he begs me to ‘punish’ him and I am not sure what to do. I have tried physically draining him in hopes of calming him down, but that only seems to trigger it further.” Zhongli explained, arms crossing in thought. 

The Anemo god was quiet for a few moments and, for the first time, Zhongli saw a bit of maturity from his fellow archon. Venti hummed quietly, scratched at his chin, then perked up and immediately Zhongli knew his previous thought had been incorrect.

“Damn, Zhong, I had no idea you were so kinky!” Venti guffawed at that then went back to having one of his slap happy episodes while Zhongli legitimately considered leaving. Once Venti wiped a tear from his eye and let out one last chuckled, he straightened and put his hands on his small hips. “Look, from what I’m hearing, this guy needs to relax and, like, totally get dicked down.”

Zhongli raised his brows at that, not quite understanding.

“Dicked… down?” He repeated, hand coming to his chin. “What does this mean? Dicked down?”

“Gee, you’ve got a lot to learn, old man.”

**

Zhongli was nervous. He’d spent about two hours talking to Venti to understand exactly what getting ‘dicked down’ meant. In short, it was sex. 

The Anemo archon had asked Zhongli a few questions about Xiao’s behavior, how moody he was and how Zhongli typically went about calming the man down when he’d go into a killing spree. The Geo Archon provided him with the necessary information, and Venti had responded by explaining just what Xiao needed. 

“He needs grounding.” He explained, showing his ever so rare mature side of himself, “There are emotions being suppressed within him that need to be controlled. He needs someone to put him in his place, but it doesn’t have to be in a violent way. He’s so used to being out of control that he doesn’t know what to do when he’s in control, so he needs to find a way to ‘let go’.”

Venti had explained different things Zhongli could do, and to say the god was a little lost was an understatement. He needed to be demanding, but not overly forceful. He could be rough, but not violent. Choking- do people actually get aroused by being choked?- was okay as long as you got your partner’s consent. Zhongli sat and listened to the longest- and the first-  Sex-Ed class he’d ever been in, but he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been informative. 

He understood now. What Xiao needed, that is. He could still ‘punish’ him, but with different means other than violence. The archon felt his pants uncontrollably tighten in anticipation as he descended down the steps and into the hallway of his extensive dungeon, towards where Xiao was being held. 

It wasn’t ideal, but he had no choice other than to keep the poor adeptus here until he’d properly calmed down after he’d experience an episode. He was violent during this part of his outbursts- more so to himself than others- and needed to be physically restrained as a result. Xiao would scream bloody murder for someone to hurt him, to ‘give him what he deserved’, and then he’d cry and sob when no one did anything. Zhongli knew keeping him tied up was torture for the poor boy, but he had no other choice.

Not until now, that is. He smiled at the thought while the Archon unlatched the deadbolt door and entered the bare cell. There, in a pathetic heap, lay Xiao.

“Xiao,” Zhongli said, causing the shivering pile of flesh to jolt and sit up to attention. Dark bags lined the bottoms of his amber eyes, portraying the other’s exhaustion despite adepti not needing sleep. His face looked gaunt and pale and his body seemed starved. Zhongli thought that Xiao had never looked more human, more vulnerable , than he did at the moment. “I am here to let you out.” He said as he took a knee before the other and reached out to unlock the other’s bindings.

Xiao was silent for a moment before processing the words and letting out a sharp snarl.

“Fuck you, I don’t need your help, you good for nothing Archon.” He sniped, chained arms jingling with every sharp movement he made. Zhongli just sighed before moving to resume undoing Xiao’s constraints. The younger hissed and sent a foot into the archon’s stomach, which unsurprisingly did little due to the former’s weakened state. Zhongli simply frowned and attempted once more to undo the other’s chains. “Get off! I said get the hell off!” 

“Xiao- Xiao!” Zhongli yelled as the other began twisting and manically flailing his limbs in an attempt to escape his master’s gentle hands, all while snarling like a threatened animal. Succeeding, Xiao broke free of the archon’s grasp and huddled back into the farthest corner away from the Geo Archon. If glares could be used as weapons, Zhongli would be dead by now. “Dear Xiao, please just let me-”

“No!” Xiao snapped, gritting his teeth and giving his ugliest look to the taller man. “I don’t want your goddamn help! Just leave me alone!” He yelled, before pulling his knees up to his chest and putting his face against his thighs to hide himself. 

Zhongli supposed it was time to put his teachings to good use, although based on Xiao’s current behavior and mood, he was unsure any of it would be effective. Sighing, he stood and directed a stony stare towards Xiao’s corner. He towered over the other, purposefully raising his chin and puffing out his chest a bit in order to seem larger in an act of intimidation. 

“Alatus,” He stated, using his ‘archon’ voice as Barbat- Venti liked to call it, in order to sound more stern, “Come here.” He demanded, pointing down to the spot in front of him. At the sound of his original name, Xiao visibly jumped and looked up at the god with wide, unbelieving eyes, for he’d never heard Zhongli use such a cold tone towards him.

Seeing as Xiao only continued to stare dumbly ahead, Zhongli decided to take action. The chain around Xiao’s neck connected to a hook on the ceiling, which conveniently hung directly above the Archon. Having taken note of it the moment he’d walked into the cell, all he had to do was reach upwards and give a harsh yank. 

The result was immediate. Xiao yelped as his head, neck and upper body were tugged by the strength of a god. He choked slightly, feeling his airflow stop and his whole mind come to a halt as the collar around his neck momentarily cut off his airflow. He fell forward, unable to hold his weight after being collar-choked so harshly and collided face-first to the floor. Xiao let out a pitiful whine, in the back of his mind realizing how dog-like he was acting, before moving to sit up.

He needed to be demanding, but not overly forceful.

Zhongli, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the rough treatment he was giving Xiao, thought to himself, This is for him. This is all for Xiao. If this doesn’t work, I’ll simply explain everything to him afterwards and go back to the way things were. He didn’t want to do this, but for the young adeptus he’d take any sort of measure in order to help him. 

Before Xiao could sit back up so his face was no longer squashed against hard cement, Zhongli’s large, strong hand was placed on the nape of his neck and then began to press. Xiao lay in a mockery of child's pose, knees bent up beneath him while the Geo Archon held his head still and pressed his face into the ground beneath him. 

Protests began to bubble out of Xiao’s mouth in the form of animalistic snarls, but barely anything came out before Zhongli let go. Confused, Xiao attempted to get up once more but was stopped by something larger and much more demanding.

Zhongli’s boot now pressed against the back of Xiao’s head, pushing and keeping a steady pressure on top of the smaller man. Xiao screeched, hands flailing back and forth before landing on the other’s shoe and scratching at his ankle while his legs kicked back and thrust his behind upwards as means to escape from beneath Zhongli’s weight. 

The Archon gave a sadistic laugh before adding even more weight to the back of Xiao’s head. The adeptus’ screams were immediately replaced by muffled coughs, as his face was still being forced into the dirty floor of the cell and he was no longer allowed to take in enough air for him to yell. Xiao’s voice cracked as he continued to try and scream but was ultimately unable to get out more than a few garbled out curses. The Geo Archon only pressed his foot down harder as a result.

“This is where you belong.” Zhongli said, inwardly cringing at how utterly cruel he sounded, “Beneath me. At my mercy.” 

And Xiao’s struggles paused at that, the smaller man seemingly processing the harsh words that came from his savior’s mouth, almost debating their truth. He must’ve found them false, because not a moment later he returned to hissing and scrabbling to escape from beneath Zhongli’s punishing boot which was growing heavier by the second. 

“Stop fighting, it’s pathetic.” That only seemed to ignite Xiao’s fury even more, as the young adeptus began struggling against Zhongli’s boot tenfold. The Geo Archon sighed, and eased up on his pressure to allow the other man to squeeze out from beneath him. With his newfound freedom, Xiao instantly scrambled up to his feet and gave a beastly growl to the towering man before him.

“What the fuck? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Xiao snapped, doing his best to put up an angry and unaffected front, but Zhongli knew better. The Geo Archon picked up on Xiao’s defensive stance, the way his eyes were slightly glossed over and how his words came out shaky as if holding back tears. A new sense of hope bloomed within Zhongli as he realized this might actually be working. 

At the lack of response, Xiao growled and flung himself at the god. It was a stupid decision, seeing as Xiao’s body was covered in restraints and his power was significantly weakened due to the day’s strenuous events.

Zhongli easily dodged the man’s slow attacks and then, when he saw the opening, resumed his hand’s place at the front of Xiao’s neck before using all of his strength to throw the adeptus against the wall. Xiao let out a huff of breath, all air leaving his body at once in response to the impact, eyes going wide as his body left a visible indent in the wall. His limbs spasmed while he fought to breathe in air through Zhongli’s powerful grip, neck muscles straining against the opposing gloved hand. 

“This is where I want you, Xiao.” Zhongli murmured, face lowering in order to come closer to the shuddering adeptus’ ear, his cheek almost kissing the other’s. “I want you at my mercy, at my beck and call. I take back the freedom I granted you before, after I killed that wench of a master who kept you as her personal assassin. Your independence from now on will cease to exist as long as I am alive, which will be for an eternity. You are mine. You are my property. My pet.” The Archon hissed, hand squeezing around Xiao’s throat on emphasis.

“Your purpose in life is to do as I say and to service me the way I want.” The god hissed, the hand at Xiao’s neck strengthening its hold even more. The other jerked at the increased pressure, but didn’t make any movements of struggle. 

Finally, we’re getting somewhere. Zhongli thought, fingers giving a pulsing squeeze and enjoying the small wheeze it elicited. 

“Do you understand?” Zhongli asked. Upon no response, he used the grip he had on the other’s esophagus and pulled him away from the wall before bringing him back against it once more, making Xiao let out a choked off cry, “I said, do. You. Understand.” 

With his eyes wide, tears were clearly visible in Xiao’s eyes as made frantic nods which seemed to have no end. Satisfied, Zhongli sneered and dropped the small man to the ground. 

The adeptus landed on the cell’s floor in a pathetic heap, body shivering in what the Archon could only assume was shock. Zhongli took this chance to unlock Xiao’s restraints, unable to hold back a frown at the sight of the red marks the handcuffs left on his skin in result to being put on too tightly. 

During this process, Xiao made no attempts to stop the other, not moving at all besides the rise of his chest whenever he would inhale. Zhongli was pleased at this, and rewarded the smaller man with a quick pet to the top of the head. If Xiao noticed the gentle gesture, he made no signs of acknowledgement and instead continued to shake and whimper in submission. 

And, okay, perhaps Zhongli went too far and reverted Xiao back into an even worse state of mind than the murder-frenzied one. His brows creased in concern and he brushed some hair off of Xiao’s face only to grow even more worried when he realized the other was crying. Crying. Xiao, the ‘Vigilante Yakasha’, was crying and laying like a kicked puppy at Zhongli’s feet. 

“Xiao,” Zhongli murmured, using his gloved thumb to wipe away a stray tear that hung beneath his eye, “Xiao, are you alright?” He didn’t get a response, just a quick shift of Xiao’s pupils. As soon as eye contact was made, it was lost, the shaken man immediately hiding his face from his god and instead pushing it against Zhongli’s boot. 

Zhongli began to sweat and pulled Xiao away from him so he could see his body. Perhaps he physically hurt the other? Admittedly, slamming him against the wall was overkill, but he wanted to play the ‘domineering’ role as accurately as possible. He tried to flip Xiao onto his back but the other used the rest of his strength to keep himself down, something Zhongli just could not accept. Not if there was a possibility the other was hurt. If he was in physical pain, Xiao needed medical attention. 

With his full power, the Archon gave Xiao’s shoulder a firm shove and successfully got him to face him belly up. He began looking him over in search for wounds and-

Oh. 

Oh. 

Scarlet in the face, Xiao squeezed his thighs together and used the piece of fabric he donned where his crotch was in order to cover himself. The adeptus flipped back into his previous position with his face pressed into Zhongli’s foot while his hand continued to conceal his current predicament.

The said predicament being: Xiao was hard. 

It struck Zhongli like a bolt of lightning, sudden and electric. Xiao was hard, and it was because of him. Oh, Sevens. 

Hesitant fingers found a tattooed shoulder, Zhongli’s concern morphing into shock and slowly building arousal. Archons, Barbatos had been right, this was exactly what Xiao had needed! A perfect means of release without any harm coming to the adeptus. Zhongli certainly hadn’t been prepared for such an immediate and strong reaction from the smaller man, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to continue the ‘procedure’.

Tears of shame lined Xiao’s reddened cheeks, embarrassed at himself for losing control in such a humiliating way. What on earth was wrong with him? Growing aroused in front of his master this way? Getting turned on because Rex Lapis treated him the way he craved to be treated? This was lightyears worse than when he’d revert into his warrior form. Death and blood he could deal with, but personal arousal only made him feel dirty and tainted. 

Yet, the gentle hand on his bicep didn’t seem disgusted with him the way he was towards himself. If anything, it felt reassuring. However, Xiao continued to refuse to look up and opted to bury his face deeper into the leather boot in front of him. 

Clearly, passivity wasn’t working, so Zhongli decided to resume his previous strategy of being more forceful. He retracted his hand from Xiao’s body and stood, not missing the way the other curled further in on himself due to his embarrassment. 

The poor thing, Zhongli thought, he thinks I am leaving him in disgust.

Xiao was very, very wrong, however. Had he looked up, he would have seen Zhongli’s own prominent erection which pressed against his dress pants. The Archon rubbed at his noticeable bulge while he pondered the best way to go about dealing with this. 

“Xiao,” Zhongli said in his Archon voice, taking guilty pleasure in Xiao’s visible jump of fear, “Come here.”

He decided to quite literally resume where they left off, and followed the command with a point of his finger by his feet. Xiao, too afraid and, now Zhongli saw it, aroused to protest, instantly scrambled to stand up and get on his feet. 

We can’t have that now, can we?

“No.” Zhongli commanded, making the adeptus stop in a low crouch and freeze, looking up at the other in confusion. “No standing. Pets do get to stand.” And, with a cruel twist of his lips, Zhongi commanded the other; “Crawl.” 

And, oh, the way Xiao obeyed so beautifully did things to the Archon. Despite having ruled over all of Liyue for multiple Millenia and having had his own personal servants at his beck and call during his time of his rule, this was so much more than that. He’d never seen Xiao so malleable and ready to follow command. Sure, he’d always been willing to follow any sort of directions Zhongli sent out to him, but this was different. This was immediate and, dare he say, desperate. Zhongli could tell Xiao took a strange but intriguing liking when being personally directed by Zhongli, especially when the request humiliated him in some way. The Archon took note to exploit this fact later on. 

With his head hanging low, Xiao gave a soft grunt of annoyance at the demand, but did as he was told regardless. He sank back down to his knees then, hesitantly, placed his hands before him so he was on all fours. Then, he proceeded to crawl. 

Zhongli smiled, watching as his pet made his way over to him. Xiao dragged his knees against the ground in a small act of deference and annoyance, but didn’t dare to outwardly disobey his master. The Archon was amused by the little act of rebellion but didn’t comment, instead putting his focus on the smaller man’s ass and the way his hips would swing every time he stalked forward. 

Xiao plopped his ass down as soon as he was in the spot the Archon wanted him, still refusing to show his face to the other and instead looking at the ground as if his eyes were magnified to it. Pleased, Zhongli placed a gloved hand on the back of Xiao’s head and gave it a soft stroke.

“Good boy,” Zhongli praised, taking amused notice to the way the man below him pressed his legs together and whined in response to the encouragement. The Archon continued to pet the adeptus’ head for a little while longer, until his gentleness seemed to reach it’s limit and his fingers tightened around the blue locks. Using his grip, he pulled the other upwards so Xiao was no longer in a slouched position.

“Pets should not slouch.” Zhongli sneered, “And should never hold their heads so low.” With the hand in Xiao’s hair, he gave Xiao's head a sharp shake back and forth to emphasize his words. “As my slave, you should always be prepared to do as I say, and proper posture is a sign of readiness. Do you understand?” Xiao nodded, but that wasn’t what Zhongli was looking for. “Answer me!” He snapped, shaking Xiao’s head roughly once more as if unclogging his ears.

“Y-yes!” Xiao cried, clutching the fabric in front of his hard cock closer to his body to further conceal his hardness. 

“Yes what?” Zhongli said, raising a brow. Xiao paused at this, not fully understanding before seeing his position below the other man and realizing just what sort of dynamic they had at the moment. 

“Yes master!” Xiao cried, subconsciously rubbing his erection against his hand. He’d never felt so turned on before, nor had felt any sort of attraction towards anyone besides his master. But the all-consuming heat which wracked his body was unignorable and too good to throw aside. Xiao’s insides were on fire and the pool building in his lower abdomen was rapidly growing with every command Zhongli delivered. 

“Good. Now,” Zhongli began, not releasing his hold on the other’s head, instead pulling it up higher so Xiao was level with his crotch, “Pleasure your master.”

Throughout most of him and Zhongli’s time together in the cell, Xiao’s mind had been fogged up by a lust-filled haze which rendered him useless to process any real coherent thoughts. However, upon hearing those three words, Pleasure your master, something seemed to click within Xiao’s mind. The shorter man froze, eyes wide in the sudden realization that this was real. Xiao was- Zhongli wanted- he was about to take a 3000 year old Archon’s cock in his mouth like some sort of whore . 

The thought really shouldn’t have intensified the heat within him the way it had, and Xiao wouldn’t be caught dead admitting to making the pathic whine that uncontrollably erupted from his mouth. Despite snapping back to reality, the lust and the heat were both still very much present within the adeptus, and deep down Xiao knew that desire had always been there. 

The small man had made two decisions at that moment, the first being that although he knew Zhongli hadn’t truly meant it, the adeptus would willingly obey his commands to follow the god's every request. Xiao would do whatever he said, no matter how humiliating it may be, like a trained mutt. He craved the feeling of being owned, and admittedly needed it, lived for it even. Perhaps the lack of any of that was what caused his switches. 

His second conclusion within those few seconds, was to please his master the way his god had requested. For all that Morax had done for him, it was only right for Xiao to pay him back the best he could. 

With shaky fingers, the adeptus found Zhongli’s pants’ zipper and made to pull it down to release the other’s cock. A sharp yank to his teal hair made him yelp, and he looked up at the towering god in confusion and slight shame for displeasing his master.

“Pets do not use their hands.” Was all the hint Morax gave Xiao. So, without any other options, he used his teeth.

Pulling the zipper down was easy enough, the tricky part was getting Zhongli’s pants and undergarments off of his well-toned legs. Xiao frowned at the task, but his master had given him a direct command, so he would do anything in his power to follow it. 

He put his hands on his own thighs so as to not slip up and accidentally use his fingers to remove Zhongli’s clothes. Using his teeth once more, Xiao bit the waistband of his master’s pants and tugged. They moved about an inch, but it was enough to motivate Xiao to keep going. 

It was ungraceful and a bit embarrassing, but finally his mouth was able to pull down the overly tight slacks Zhongli had donned. Some help from the other would have been appreciated, but Zhongli was a patient man and didn’t bother aiding Xiao, his struggles most likely turning the Archon on even more.  

The adeptus looked up at his master, silently requesting permission to bring out the other’s cock. Zhongli gave a small nod while he rubbed at Xiao’s head with the hand that was still situated in his hair, and it was enough of a reassurance for Xiao to sit up and pull the god’s boxers down with his mouth. 

Zhongli’s cock sprang out from it’s confinements with a small *thwap*, directly hitting the unprepared adeptus in the cheek and making him flinch. And, okay, it really should be illegal for a man to be so damn hung. Zhongli’s cock couldn’t be described as anything but huge. It was long and thick and just perfect . Xiao’smouth began to subconsciously water at the sight.

With his thighs pressing even harder together against each other, Xiao looked away from his master for a moment in order to get a grip on himself. He’d never ejaculated off out of desire or his own hand, only from the scarce wet dreams he would experience when he was younger and more naive. However, after getting a look at Zhongli’s godly cock, after taking in the musky scent that was just so strong and masculine like his master, Xiao had nearly creamed his pants. 

It took a few seconds for him to calm down, and finally Xiao looked back up past the thick rod which invaded his vision and instead at Zhongli. Xiao gave his most pleading look, utterly desperate to wrap his lips around the hard muscle before him and service his lord the way a good slave should. 

The hand in Xiao’s hair pulled him closer to the throbbing cock before him, causing the adeptus’ nose to be absolutely invaded by Zhongli’s scent. Xiao was unable to keep in the small moan which left his lips as he breathed profusely through his nose to get as much as his god’s scent within him.

“Lick.” Was all Zhongli said, and hell, he didn’t have to tell Xiao twice. He opened his mouth and, with a tiny lick at first to get a feel for the taste and texture, put the head of his master’s cock in his mouth.

Unfortunately, the smaller received a firm tap to the forehead in result, Zhongli effectively pulling his member from Xiao’s lips to fall from his mouth. The adeptus looked like he was on the verge of tears for being denied the treat he so desperately wanted to eat.

“I said lick, not suck.” 

Xiao had to hold back a huff of annoyance because of fucking course Zhongli had to take things slow and be patient at the worst of times. The adeptus wanted nothing more than to swallow the towering man’s desire, but it would seem he had to work even more for it than he initially thought.

He raised his hands, hovering his fingers over Zhongli’s throbbing muscle, only grasping the cock when his master gave him a nod of approval. Using his grip to steady the shaft, Xiao licked a long, slow stripe along the bottom. He made another trail of saliva right beside the first, and continued to lick up and down the phallus until it was entirely covered with his spit.

Xiao’s small tongue traced along the prominent vein which ran along the bottom of Zhongli’s massive length, then followed it back down to the base and lapped at the area where the shaft met the balls. His master, pleased with this, used his grip on Xiao’s head to push the smaller man firmer against that area. The adeptus happily complied and suckled the soft skin with his mouth. 

He slurped along the bottom of the shaft once more and then, with the encouragement of the hand in his hair, moved lower to the largely swollen balls beneath Zhongli’s monstrous member.

They received a similar treatment the phallus received, Xiao licking and suckling upon them. He used his tongue to lap at the bottom of the sac and then used his wet muscle to drench them in his saliva. Xiao gave the bottom of the balls a soft kiss before sucking them into his mouth.

Xiao moaned around the sac, feeling his own cock swell at the feeling of having his master’s testicles to feast upon and savor. They were so soft in his mouth, filling the area behind his teeth so perfectly and making him feel so wonderfully filled and satisfied.

While they rested in his mouth, Xiao used his tongue to lather and massage the balls. He swirled his wet muscle around the sac for a few moments and sucked upon them before popping them out from behind his lips. Xiao took a few steadying breaths before immediately diving back in to slurp them in once more.

He sucked on them for a few seconds longer so he could imprint the feel and taste of them within his mouth to his brain. While Zhongli’s sac occupied his mouth, Xiao was using his free hand to pleasure his master’s shaft, rubbing and jerking him off. 

Above him, his god groaned, the fingers which were entangled in Xiao’s hair giving pets and tugs everytime Xiao did something Zhongli liked. Finally, growing bored of the foreplay, the Geo Archon pulled at Xiao’s hair with legitimate strength, urging the other to get on with it. 

The balls fell from behind the adeptus’ lips along with a soft huff, the small man already missing the taste of them. The feeling only lasted a split second, as something much tastier and desirable soon filled his field of vision. 

He looked up at his master like an excited puppy as a result of the treat before him. Had he had a tail, Xiao would surely be wagging it in anticipation. Zhongli offered him a smile, the softest look Xiao had seen the other donne all night and together, the two came to a mutual realization.

It was a connection neither had ever experienced before, not even with Guizhong in Zhongli’s case. It was love, yes, but it was more than that. It was raw, utter devotion felt towards one another. Xiao would do anything for Zhongli, and Zhongli the same for Xiao. Both would kill for each other and die for each other at the same time. Whether it be on the battlefield or in everyday life, Xiao and Zhongli would forever be connected to one another in some way, shape or form. 

And Xiao did his best to prove his loyalty towards the other with mouth as he took in Zhongli’s cockhead. With his lips enveloping it, he used his tongue to lick along the slit and taste his master’s precum. Xiao moaned at the taste, saliva beginning to creep from the corners of his mouth due to the mouth watering flavor. 

He continued to lap at the head, sucking in the tiniest bit in order to squeeze out as much precum as he could before moving his head forward to take more of the pulsing shaft into his mouth. Zhongli groaned at the feeling of the adeptus’ soft lips sliding further down his cock, his hips uncontrollably nudging forwards the tiniest bit. 

Spurred on by his master’s reaction, Xiao continued his descent down Zhongli’s manhood, drool now dripping from his lips. A little more than halfway down, Xiao choked, his shoulders tensing and body jolting from his gag reflex being triggered.

Zhongli moaned at this and despite the other’s subtle struggles, used his strength to keep Xiao on his cock a little longer. Only when Xiao let out an audible * hurk* did he pull him off. 

Pulling off of his master’s dick, Xiao breathed in air. His throat was already slightly sore, and his heart sank in dismay when he realized he’d barely managed to make it past the halfway mark on his god’s cock. 

He deserves better than this, Xiao thought. He held no malice toward Zhongli for holding him down a while longer, clearly having not pleased his master enough to let Xiao do all of the work and properly service him. The fact that Zhongli needed to use any sort of force made Xiao feel as if he’d failed his god.

Oh, but he positively loved the way it felt to be forced down. The sensation of having his hair being nearly ripped out of his skull while being held against a cock was something he’d never experienced before and now that he had, he wanted more. 

To voice his thoughts, he tapped on Zhongli’s thigh, doing his best to communicate through the look of his eyes. As always, his master understood immediately.

“Speak.” He commanded. 

“Master I-” Xiao stopped, partly because of how scratchy his voice sounded but mostly because of his own embarrassment as to what he was about to say. A hard smack to his cheek had him jolting back to the present and upon looking up, he realized Zhongli had literally smacked his face with his dick.

“Spit it out before I put your mouth to better use.”

Oh, and there was that tone again. That serious, demanding tone that was so unlike Zhongli yet so delicious that it made Xiao audibly whine and gasp, hips rocking back and forth in order to seek friction on his dick from his thighs which were pressing against it. The adeptus must have shifted in a peculiar way, because the back of his heel managed to rub up against his arse and oh was that a feeling. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Xiao was putting on some sort of twisted show for his master without really meaning to, rolling his hips this way and that in search of any sort of friction he could create with his body. Perhaps one day his master would be the one to deliver this pleasure to him. Perhaps instead of the back of his foot it would be Zhongli’s massive cock nudging and pressing at his entrance.

Speaking of his master, Zhongli simply stared in fascinated shock at the sight before him. He’d never imagined his Vigilante Yakasha would ever act this way, to be reduced to a whining, drooling mess of a slut just from getting a taste of his cock. Admittedly, it was doing things to Zhongli’s ego. 

He grabbed a tight fistful of Xiao’s hair once more and shook him out of his haze to get his attention.

“Slut,” He began, taking note of the way the word made Xiao gasp and shutter, “I said,” He paused to use his free hand as a vice grip on the other’s jaw, forcing it open and squishing it in an almost comedic way. “To answer already. Or would you rather I chain you back up against the wall and finish what you started by myself?” 

No, Xiao certainly didn’t want that.

“N-No master!” The Yakasha cried, genuine panic flashing across his face. “No I- I wanted to tell you that you can use me however you like! I want-” Xiao swallowed, face turning a deep scarlet as he confessed his deepest desires, “I want you to use me master. I haven’t been used in so long and I’ve never… I‘ve never been used in this way but I like it so much, master! So much!”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I want to show you how grateful I am to you for making me feel so good! Please, oh please let me pleasure you, it’s all I want! Use my mouth, my throat! Hold me down against your cock and make me pass out on it, I don’t care!” Real, thick tears were building in Xiao’s eyes, and for a moment Zhongli feared he had genuinely broken the boy.

But as the two locked eyes, Zhongli could tell Xiao was still in there. For now, he’d been replaced by his neediness, more submissive self, but the Archon knew this was a good thing. For Xiao to be so vulnerable and honest with Zhongli was exactly what the young Yakasha needed, and to submit so perfectly, well, who’s to stop Zhongli from fulfilling the adeptus’ wish?

Before he utterly wrecked the whimpering man’s mouth with his cock, he used his lips instead to kiss him. Xiao let out a needy moan into the kiss, mouth immediately opening up for the elder, his inexperience showing through as he roughly lapped and sucked as Zhongli’s lips. Of course, Zhongli didn’t mind and thrust his tongue into the smaller man’s mouth while using his grip on his head to hold him still.

Their wet appendages danced together for a few moments, flicking and sliding against each other in a lewd and passionate fashion. It was sloppy and gross, but neither of them minded, too caught up in the desire both felt for one another to care about composure. 

Finally, they broke apart, Xiao already looking utterly wrecked while Zhongli looked much more put together but still sex-hazed. The latter stood to full height once more, towering over the significantly more petite man and holding his cock out like a treat on a stick.

“Very well, pet. I will use you like the cockslut you truly are.” Zhongli purred, feeling particularly vulgar due to his lust-induced state, “Be a good boy while I fuck your throat and I’ll give you a reward.” 

Wagging his nonexistent tail, Xiao opened his mouth eagerly while Zhongli lined his phallus up with the opening. With two hands in the other’s hair, Zhongli pulled Xiao closer to allow the smaller to engulf his cock.

Xiao moaned once he got his mouth on his master’s manhood again and suckled sweetly. He used his tongue to rub the underside of Zhongli’s already wet dick and lathered it more with his saliva. Zhongli pushed the other further down on his cock, groaning as his shaft was enveloped in tight, wet heat. Xiao purred around the intrusion and began to touch his own neglected dick, desperate to relieve himself. 

He was pulled off of the cock with a sudden and harsh tug, the Archon throwing him a disapproving look.

“No touching yourself until after you please your master.” Xiao whined at Zhongli’s words but obeyed nonetheless, moving his hands away from his own cock while take the member before him back in between his lips

After sucking down almost two thirds of the god’s cock, Xiao let out a small gag. He pulled back an inch to regain his bearings, then continued his decent downwards, determined to swallow all 10 of his master’s glorious inches.

He gagged again when he hit the same spot, and when Xiao persisted and didn’t pull back, he actually let out an audible gurgle from his chokes, spit flying from the corners of his lips. The adeptus tried with all of his might to push the cock past the back of his mouth and down his throat but it seemed his petite body physically could not do it.

Zhongli picked up on the other’s struggles and, decided to chip in and help for once, used his double grip and forced the other farther down his cock and closer to the base. Xiao’s whole body jerked and jolted at the forced intrusion, his tiny hands coming up to wrap around Zhongli’s wrists above his head. He didn’t struggle to rip them off, just used them as something to hold onto during the wild ride. 

Ignoring the other’s muffled gags, Zhongl added a thrust of his hips in order to help Xiao take his cock deeper. With an audible *pop*, the Archon’s shaft shoved past his uvula and into Xiao’s throat.

Xiao breathed harshly through his nose, face increasingly growing red and tears rapidly forming in his eyes from the forced intrusion. He sputtered around the cock which slowly descended further into his esophagus, spittle and drool starting to drip from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

A tear rolled down Xiao’s face while Zhongli used his incredible strength to hold the other still and, with a final thrust of his hips, forced the adeptus to the base of his cock. The blue haired man’s lips kissed the Archon’s crotch, muted gurgles and grunts being released past them. Zhongli’s harsh hands in his hair held Xiao hostage against his manhood, holding the other down and keeping his face pressed against his lower abdomen. 

“Get used to this, dear pet.” Zhongli purred while all Xiao could do was let out a muffled gag in response, “This is where I want you from now on.” He said while giving the man below him an  inch of leeway before forcing him back down to the base. Xiao’s nails dug into the other’s thighs as his back spasmed from his chokes, but made no moves to struggle out of the grasp.

Just as black spots began to line Xiao’s vision, the hands in his hair ripped him off of the cock to allow him a few lungfuls of air. Xiao swallowed gasping breaths before breaking out into a coughing fit. He rubbed at the tears in his eyes and at the drool which ran down his chin while Zhongli rubbed at his still-hard cock.

After a few moments, the large hands landed back into Xiao’s hair and led him back to the muscle which had blocked off his airways a few seconds ago. 

“Open,” Zhongli commanded, and open Xiao did.

Immediately, the hot prick worked its way back into Xiao’s small mouth while Zhongli’s hands resumed pressing the smaller man down. Once Xiao’s lips kissed Zhongli’s crotch once more, the Archon began pistoning his hips in and out of the other’s throat and used his brute strength to hold Xiao’s head still. 

There was a visible bulge running down Xiao’s graceful neck, his throat inflating then deflating like a balloon to accommodate Zhongli’s cock. Xiao still sputtered and gagged but his master paid no mind, Xiao’s struggling noises only making the Archon thrust deeper and harder. 

With a grounding hand pressed against the back of Xiao’s head to hold him down and in place, Zhongli brought his other hand southwards towards Xiao’s distended throat. The gloved fingers wrapped around the massive bulge which swelled at Xiao’s petite neck and gave a soft caress, admiring the way the other would rather choke on the Archon’s cock than breathe.

Zhongli offered Xiao a sadistic smile before taking a firmer grip around the latter’s throat and proceeding to rub his cock through the other’s flesh. Xiao’s reaction was immediate; sputtering and jerking against his hold as he was choked by Zhongli’s cock and fingers. The Archon moaned at the way Xiao’s throat spasmed around his length, the vibrations felt the most intense against his head, which was shoved down Xiao’s throat. The adeptus tried pulling out of Zhongli’s grip, desperate to cease his choke but his Archon only pressed him down harder.

The bulge ran from below Xiao’s jawline to nearly his collarbone, the Archon’s shaft being so incredibly large compared to the adeptus, it was a miracle Zhongli was able to force his entire length into the wet orifice. 

Red faced and crying, Xiao’s tiny hands grabbed at Zhongli’s muscled thighs and squeezed, silently asking for release of the hold. The Archon only smiled and pressed him even further down, mashing Xiao’s nose against his pelvis and smiling at the muffled gag and full body jerk he received from this action. 

Pretty soon, Xiao’s whole body began twitching and jerking against the god’s unbreakable grasp. He began breaking out into spasms due to his gags while tears freely flowed from his eyes. The adeptus’ legs rose and soon his lower body was standing while his face was still mashed against Zhongli’s crotch. Xiao tugged and kicked against the ground in an attempt to free himself from the literal choke hold, but the Archon kept him still, now moving his other hand to his hair in order to add more pressure to the back of Xiao’s head to force him to stay in place. 

Finally, after relishing in the shudders and audible struggles of the other for a few moments more, Zhongli showed mercy on the adeptus and released him. Xiao flew back, saliva and precum and tears dribbling down his lips and chin. The Archon would admit he looked nothing but beautiful in the moment and rubbed his throbbing dick at the sight.

Gripping his raw throat, Xiao coughed and retched as his body was finally granted air again. His legs suddenly began to shake and he fell back to his knees, body going weak due to lack of air. He dry heaved a couple more times before looking back up at his god. 

Said man was smiling, looking so proud of Xiao that the latter began to question his master’s sanity. Zhongli extended a hand and Xiao let out a shaky wheeze, preparing himself to be brought to near death once more by the other’s cock. 

But the hand Zhongli offered went to his cheek instead, using the gloved thumb to wipe away some of the tears which framed Xiao’s eyes. The adeptus looked up in that moment and blushed, feeling embarrassed how such a small act made his heart bloom with love and devotion. 

Zhongli’s other hand went to Xiao’s uneven bangs which were heavy with sweat and pushed them from his reddened face. The Archon offered him a wholesome smile, which felt inappropriate given how his massive dick was standing to attention just a few inches away from Xiao’s face.

“I am so proud of you.” Zhongli said so genuinely that Xiao could’ve climaxed at the words had he been permitted to touch his own dick. “You are doing so well, my little adeptus. Are you alright to take my cock again, once more?” 

Was that even a question? Had Xiao not told Zhongli to use him to his heart's desire? Admittedly, he’d only struggled due to instinctual urges. Had he had more control of his body, Xiao would have remained still on Zhongli’s cock until he passed out from lack of oxygen. Another time, perhaps.

Once taking the muscle back into his mouth and down his throat, Zhongli proceeded to resume his brutal thrusts. His pelvis smacked against Xiao’s face and made his nose grow sore while the Archon’s balls slapped against the other’s chin. The only sounds which could be heard within the cell were the wet squelches of Xiao’s throat and his own muffled retches and gags. Every once in a while, Zhongli would let out a groan in pleasure as well.

The hands in his hair pulled him back on forth, back until only Zhongli’s tip remained in Xiao’s mouth then, using all of his Archon strength, fully hilted himself within Xiao’s oral cavern, making his neck protrude obscenely each time.

The adeptus gargled around the intrusion, small hands clenching against Zhongli’s thighs every time he was forced down but refusing to struggle this time. I must continue to please him, to make him proud of me, Xiao thought. 

Eventually, Zhongli’s thrusts began to stutter, growing more frantic and desperate by the second. Soon, his cock barely moved an inch out of Xiao’s mouth before feeding itself all the way inside of Xiao’s throat, Zhongli’s approaching climax making him totally disregard Xiao’s own wellbeing and need for breath in exchange for his rapidly building pleasure.

That was okay, though. Afterall, hadn’t Xiao asked for this in the first place? Being used like this… suffering against his lord’s manhood and being totally dominated like this again just felt so good. Not just the lust, but the loss of control over himself. He hadn’t felt this way since being released from his old master’s servitude, but this was different and billions of times better. Xiao had always hated being a slave to the other Archon, who’d abuse him and use Xiao to kill whoever she pleased. But in this very moment, with his new master’s cock balls deep within his throat, choking him, he decided perhaps being a slave to Zhongli was what he was made for. 

All too soon, Zhongli’s hips began to stutter and the hands in Xiao’s hair gripped so incredibly hard the adeptus could literally feel strands of his be pulled from his head. The Geo Archon pressed his hips as hard as physically possible against Xiao’s mouth, doubling over the smaller man’s head and using his strength to hold his head in place while he began to climax deep within the other’s throat.

Xiao felt it, the pulses of Zhongli’s cock and the way the jolts travelled further within his throat, all the way down to the cockhead which was nestled as deep as it could possibly get within Xiao’s oral cavern. The adeptus choked against the cock and cum filling him, clenching his hands into fists in an effort to not struggle against the other’s hold.

“Swallow,” Zhongli commanded from above him. Xiao tried, but only let out a weak gag at the attempt and closed his tear filled eyes in frustration. The Archon pushed his head impossibly farther down, the head of his dick squelching against the pool of semen gathering within Xiao’s esophagus, “Swallow it, Xiao.”

And after finally mustering up the dwindling strength he had left at the use of his given name, Xiao began to swallow. Throat working and contracting around the still firm intrusion, Xiao drank at the seed his master was feeding him obediently.

The feeling of having Zhongli’s cum slide down his throat was nothing like the dreams he’d been forced to devour in the past. The stolen fantasies tasted rank and tended to clog up his throat from their sticky viscosity. His Archon’s semen was nothing like that, it’s smooth texture was thick and creamy like the delicacy of the almond tofu he often indulged in. 

Xiao gurgled  and gagged around the thick shaft while he swallowed around it, tear streaked cheeks framing around his wet and abused lips like a piece of art. His neck visibly bobbed around the bulge lined along it, sore throat working as much of his master’s cum into his stomach as he could get like a greedy dog. 

And finally, after Zhongli forced his pet to take a few more shuddering sips at his treat and the audible “ungh”s of Xiao’s forced gulps ceased, the Archon pulled his softened dick out of the adeptus’ abused throat. 

The small man coughed as his head was finally free of it’s confinements, relieved to be permitted to breath again. Zhongli rubbed the top of his head, petting his blue hair while Xiao swayed back and forth due to lack of oxygen. In exhaustion, he rested his forehead against the Archon’s crotch, beside his now soft dick in, in order to catch his breath while Zhongli continued to rub at his scalp.

“Good boy Xiao. Very good boy. You have made me very proud.” 

And despite nearly fainting from air loss, despite having cum lining the sides of his mouth and tears dripping down his chin, Xiao smiled.

**

After taking a few minutes to catch their breaths, Zhongli pulled Xiao’s head off from his pelvis. The adeptus nearly fell to the floor but he was suddenly supported by a strong weight against his back. Turning, Xiao was shocked to see Zhongli now sitting behind him, framing his tiny body with his large one. He wrapped his hands around Xiao’s petite waist while his legs came to lay on either side of him.

“I believe a reward is in order.” Zhongli murmured against Xiao’s neck, thick fingers squeezing at the small man’s waist before diving lower and into the confinements of the adeptus’ pants. 

One of Zhongli’s hands entirely enveloped Xiao’s cock, which would have embaressed the latter had he not been so incredibly turned on that he could barely process what the fuck was happening at the moment. He laid his head back to rest against Zhongli’s shoulder, tilting his neck back to let out a scratchy moan as he was jerked off. 

Neither had to wait long for Xiao to cum, just a few quick jerks of Zhongli’s strong hands and before either knew it, Xiao let out a cry as he climaxed. The Archon rubbed at the side of Xiao’s waist while the other nearly began to sob at the relief he felt, having been on the verge of cumming throughout the entire session he’d had with Zhongli.

The Geo Archon had half the mind to bring his soiled hand up for Xiao to lick off, but he decided the poor boy had had enough for the night. Instead, he removed his glove and threw it away somewhere in the cell, disregarding it in favor of comforting the whimpering adeptus who laid against him. 

“Good boy Xiao. You took it so well.” Zhongli whispered as the other began to drift off into unconsciousness.

But through his exhaustion, Xiao made out the encouraging words of his master and once again felt a smile grace his lips before he fell into a deep sleep.