My Archaic Jewel [Childe X Zhongli] (Fanfic)

Chapter II: Heartbeat Thief

Lick, lick, lick. Trailing up and down, savouring every bit of that warm and steamy delicacy. Childe briefly glanced over, scratching his neck nervously as he fights valiantly to contain his inner demons that were thrashing violently in their unshakeable desire for lust. The brown tender meat was already half-eaten and steeped in saliva slimier than the slime secretions that Childe reaps from uselessness incarnate; elemental slimes. He scurried at every slim chance of suppressing his carnal instincts but his attempts grew weaker. This was a terrible scenario for the Harbinger, a battle harder than most in his life, temptation against discipline. Suddenly, it warped into a devastatingly uphill battle when his new acquaintance planted his succulent lips onto the well-done meat and sunk it into his gaping mouth. Vividly lewd visions of that mouth started to plague the feeble mind of the mighty Harbinger, gulping his saliva down vigorously to command his demonic libido to cease its wrath. Soft sounds from savouring the culinary delight made another culinary delight exclusively served in the bedroom start to throb and solidify from its inert pulpy state. Soon, slurping and swallowing the juices from the fine meat tormented Tartaglia's mental psyche. No mortal deserves to suffer from such psychological torture. The man's chocolate opals were tracing the very curves of the food stuffed on the stick, which replicated the way Childe ogled the outlines of the blessed figure next to him. He felt suffocated to the extent he felt he was losing control over himself...

"I thoroughly enjoyed the taste of that scrumptious Chicken-Mushroom Skewer. The masterful techniques used to concoct such tender meat and flavourful mushroom were translated through the throat-warming sensation that I was able to experience-"

Childe paid no attention to every intricate description that his mouthful friend was conveying. It was all but noise that mattered none to him when Childe turned away, sucking in air to supply his battered muscles that detained his animalistic nature. How monstrous he had truly grown as a man to harbour such vile imaginations. He returned his attention to his chattering yet monotonous partner, still rambling about the most basic of foods to be cooked in Teyvat, the vast landscape that every and all beings reside in.

"A dish like this sold at a measly price of 2,000 Mora is truly a bargain of the centuries. Oh, speaking of Mora, the price of all the food ordered today amounts to 100,000 Mora. It has unfortunately occurred to me that I failed to bring any Mora with me. In that case..."

The man's dilated pupils shot up and gazed right into Tartaglia's aquamarine eyes, adorably yet menacingly since his face remained expressionless. Childe was fully aware that his friend was hopeful that he would fork up the funds to complete the transaction. But what perplexed him was his acquaintance's absolute lack of moolah. Still, this was a trivial matter compared to what the man he spent his lunch with was withholding from him.

"Well, I would be more than happy to pay for our wonderful meal. However, you still never told me your name!"

His eager need to discover the man's name superseded all his concerns.

"I suppose I owe you an answer after all the trouble I've put you through to satiate my hunger and sacrificed your finances to cover its cost."

The man cleared his throat and sticks out his hand. Childe pauses for a second, then shaking his hand after. When he first grips the hand of his acquaintance, his mouth shaped itself into a smile that acknowledged his victory in getting closer to the cute man he adores. The smooth texture of his warm skin was engraved into Childe's mind.

"It was a pleasure spending time with you, Childe. My name is Zhongli."

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