Love Me With Your Sweet Lies [Zhongchili]

Chapter 3 - The Consequence of a Lie

The return walk to Zhongli's place is far too long for Childe's liking. The more they walk, the more Zhongli talks, and the harder it is for him to remain focused on his very simple task: giving Zhongli a taste of his own medicine.

It's all been fun and games for Zhongli so far, luring Childe in with promises of trust and (unthinkably) affection, before revealing it was all a scheme of gods and ancients, Childe cast perfectly in his role, falling to those tender touches and giving Zhongli all the information he needed to set his stage.

Childe recognises today's outing as an attempt to do the same, all promises of generosity and fiscal responsibility before leaving Childe to pick up the inevitable fallout. He is nothing more than the pension fund Zhongli so clearly failed to save for himself.

And now Zhongli plans to use him a third time, a servant to an Archon's mortal desires.

But no longer.

Tonight Childe will take what he wants, and this time it will be Zhongli left wanting for more.

Not him, he won't be the one left wanting in the dirt.

He's not giving Zhongli that chance.

As they turn the corner into Zhongli's street, Childe places a hand on Zhongli's back.

"I'm looking forward to this, xiansheng. Hope you'll enjoy the evening, I know I will."

"That is kind of you; I am the one who should be appreciative of your enthusiasm in joining me this evening. There is a marvellous tea I have been meaning to—"

"Hey, we both know we aren't here for tea." Childe slides his hand lower, but Zhongli taps it away before Childe can grab the ample flesh beneath his fingers.

"Such indirectness is oft a matter of appropriateness while in the public eye," says Zhongli. "Patience is often considered both a virtue and a gift. I assure you my intent remains as you wish it to."

"Fine, fine."

Childe keeps his hand on Zhongli's waist even when Zhongli stops to open the door, fiddling his keys in the lock agonisingly slow. His breaths already coming faster, Childe digs his fingers into the dip of Zhongli's waist. To be taken by an Archon is one thing, to take an Archon oneself is a blessing offered to few.

Zhongli doesn't even have time to hang up his coat before Childe is on him, hands tugging at that shirt Zhongli wears so properly until it's anything but proper, and he slips his hands under the material as he claims Zhongli's mouth with his lips.

It's as good as he remembers; they move together naturally, a give and take that leaves Childe hungry for everything Zhongli can offer him. He traces Zhongli's V-line with his thumbs and Zhongli groans into him, hips rocking against Childe's. It's torture, the friction rubbing against his already hardening cock and Childe ruts back against him, pressing their bodies to the wall in a slow, sensual grind.

Zhongli taps his hip. "Childe... we should go... to the bedroom..." he pants. "This wallpaper was specially created by—"

"Pft, you don't have to persuade me."

Childe untangles himself from Zhongli long enough for them to make it down the hallway and tumble onto the bed, pressing Zhongli onto the covers beneath him. He takes Zhongli's chin in his hand, pulling them into another long kiss. It's a shame—if things had been different, they could have been good together, but in reality they're no more than a fuck or a mora pouch to each other, so he'll take what he can get.

Forcing himself from the pleasure of Zhongli's lips, Childe slips down and begins unbuttoning Zhongli's shirt, kissing each piece of exposed flesh that appears in its wake. He sucks just enough to leave a mark and halfway down he pauses to grin at Zhongli.