Back to the surface

Helpless

Childe didn't really know where to go. He had no other option but to go back to the underground. It was his home, after all. But he didn't have a good feeling about it. Surely it would look funny if he asked Zhongli soon if he could move in with him already, but he just wanted to get away from the dangerous life he was leading. Away from the dependence on Pulcinella, who controlled him while lying through his teeth. Why did he feel this way, when he should be happy that he could finally be with his new love?

Everything was supposed to be easier now, but it was harder than ever. Childe sat down on his bed and sighed. He didn't even know if he could get away from here for several days. Pulcinella would give him hell. After all, he had already threatened him that he would find out who his lover was. Childe didn't want anything to happen to Zhongli, but he couldn't undo what had happened either. And if he ratted Pulcinella out to the cops, he was in for it himself. If Zhongli knew what he had done, he would surely leave him directly. And then he would be alone in jail. Just as trapped as he was here.

"Fuck this shit!!!" cursed Childe, throwing an empty bottle across the room. It bounced off the wall and rolled across the floor. Unsatisfied, he stared at the wall.

Suddenly he heard footsteps and something at the door. He lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.

"Oh, my Childe is back..." he heard Pulcinella's voice. He bit his lip. If only he had kept his voice down. But he would have had to meet him at some point, probably. And he had a key to this apartment, as well as to everything. He had probably been waiting for him. He knew everything and he saw everything...

"Hi...", Childe murmured quietly.

"You know what I told you about going out at night, right?" he asked calmly, but also coldly. Childe shrugged his shoulders.

"I didn't authorize you to do that," Pulcinella added, now standing behind him.

"Oh yeah, I thought you didn't care," Childe countered, smiling slightly.

"Is that what you really thought huh?" murmured Pulcinella, grabbing his chin, "well..."

"Let go of me," Childe said, looking at him discontentedly.

"I think it's better if you don't make any trips at all in the future..." said Pulcinella, grinning. Without further ado, he lashed out and -.

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When Childe perceived something again, he directly noticed that he was lying in an uncomfortable position. He tried to move his hands, but they were tied. He tugged at them, but he was trapped - chained, to his own bed.

"Pulcinella, you...rotten...-" he hissed, peering at his arm where a band-aid was stuck.

"That wasn't anything bad. Don't worry. I just wanted to rule out you struggling too much. Although I'm sure that would have been hot too," Pulcinella said with a grin, sitting in the chair next to Childes' bed.

"Untie me right now!" demanded Childe, continuing to tug at the metal bars of his bed, even though it didn't do any good.

"Maybe later. Maybe if you promise me you won't run away anymore. Maybe... if..." he stood up and walked towards Childe. Gently, he stroked his body. Childe was too shocked to react.

"Don't..." he said, trying to squirm away under the touch, which probably looked as pathetic as a wriggling fish in a net on land.

"How cute," Pulcinella replied, and unceremoniously sat on him. Then he breathed a kiss on his neck as he continued to let his hands roam over his body. Light caresses and bites followed.... Now when Childe kept moving, he noticed that it only had the opposite effect. Actually, this wasn't right and it was probably against his will too....