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maplesyrupandgt · 10 months ago

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Gladiator AU

Giant!Childe + Tiny!Zhongli soft m/m vore story

Silly little Gladiator au ish I've kinda had bouncing around my brain for a while.

Warning for vore under the cut and very mild injury mentions (unrelated to noms)

I will be posting this to my ao3 in a couple days, but this isn't beta read at all so feel free to lmk if you see grammatical errors and stuff ^^

This contains soft romantic stuff at the very end so if you aren't here for ship, you can skip everything after the single dash "-"

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Childe stirs with a soft groan, lifting a hand to rub at his cheek. Weird texture. There’s a murmur of voices both surrounding and distant and he sighs as he stares up at the sky. Why is he outside? He definitely fell asleep in a bed last night. He lifts his hand above his face to block the sunlight, squinting at the unfamiliar fingerless glove and bracer he has on. More murmurs, like tiny surprised gasps echo around him and he looks toward the sound, turning his cheek to rest on dusty ground. This is all going to be in his hair-

Huh.. Childe squints a bit, observing the stadium stands. They look familiar, the architecture classically old, like those of the abyss. And they’re packed with people. All a little too far away to make out the details of their faces, but they’re all shifting and making noise. The weirdest thing about it is that he can't tell how far away they are. They seem incredibly distant from his perspective, yet his depth perception reveals just how close they are. Suddenly, a voice rings out, some kind of announcer.

“The Titan is awake!!!” It rings in his ears, echoing through the stadium and Childe’s brows pinch together. He shifts some, listening to the tiny oos and aas from the crowd. Are they responding to him? He sighs, beginning to sit up and listening to the gasps ripple through his audience. With eyes closed, he shakes his head, trying to get all the dust from his hair. “It moves with unprecedented speed!!” The announcer cries and he finally peeks his eyes open again, only to be met with open air.

“Huh..” He says it aloud this time, but his gaze is drawn down when he hears a tiny scream. Oh. And there are the stands, barely coming up to his shoulders now that he’s sitting up. Looking around reveals he’s in some kind of tiny colosseum. A perfectly detailed scale replica- audience included. The inclusion of the people makes Childe think about the first announcement regarding the titan and things start to click into place now.

He laughs in giddy surprise, looking back down over himself. The outfit he wears is familiar to him as that of some ghostly fighters he witnessed in the Abyss. He’s some kind of gladiator then. His vision still sits on his belt and he assumes that’s why he lacks a weapon now. “Who am I fighting?” He murmurs, half to himself as he looks around. He’s expecting another ‘titan’ or some monstrous beast. He scans the stands, then around the dusty floor of the arena.

“May the first challenger enter the ring!” There’s a clanking of a gate being lowered and Childe’s expression falls a bit when he sees it’s one of the tiny doors around the floor of the arena. He’s still seated, but he knows if he were to go stand next to that thing, the door might only come up to the top of his foot. His ankle at most. He leans back on his elbows again, shutting his eyes to relax. He isn't very worried about who his challenger is. But then a tiny familiar voice rises up to him.

“Master Childe?” His eyes flick open and he straightens up, gaze locking onto the one and only illustrious Mr. Zhongli. He’s just as small as the other audience members, yet Childe can see him clearly, decked in similar garb to Childe but with more gilding.

“Zhongli-xiansheng!” He laughs and then he gets the odd sensation of watching the tiny man flinch at the sound of his voice. It's fun to watch the swirling sands at his feet shift with the vibrations of his very speech. He reaches forward, intending to scoop up the tiny being, but Zhongli raises his polearm in a confident move, holding it up in a warning not to touch. “Don't be like that Mr. Zhongli.” He pouts, mindful to lower his volume just for the ‘consultant’.

“I do not wish to be handled. I fear you may underestimate your strength.” The small man replies, squinting against the harsh daylight as he looks around the colosseum. “I suspect they have pitted me against you?”

“You suspect right. Honestly, it's a little disappointing though,” He watches the brunette’s expression pinch, “I wanted more of a challenge.”

“You do not think I can pose a challenge for you?”

“...No offense Xiansheng, but you’re hardly as tall as my little finger.”

Zhongli’s frown deepens, and the little man stands up taller. “Do not forget so quickly that I have fought gods and monsters of great variety.” Childe wonders which of those two categories he falls into. “I will take up this challenge, if only so that they may release me.”

Childe tilts his head at that, but then the miniature version of his friend lifts his wrists up and Childe grows aware of a nearly imperceptible gold chain which binds them, leading back to the door Zhongli came from. In a blink, he can no longer see the chains. “Oh? Why don't I just break us both out of here?”

“I am afraid that would be a fruitless affair. One of us must win for our chains to be dissolved.” Childe looks down at his ankle, feeling a ghost of a weight on it now for a flash before it’s gone again.

“May the fight between the titan and the golden god commence!” The announcer cries and Zhongli lifts his polearm again, resuming his defensive stance. Childe sighs, wondering how quickly he can get this over with then. What is the best way to incapacitate someone so tiny without killing them? He doesn't exactly want to see old Rex dead. Would pinning him down count?

He registers Zhongli is moving toward him now and it's kind of adorable to watch. He doesn't cover ground very quickly, giving Childe plenty of time to review strategies in his mind. The Liyuen is just nearing his hip when Childe decides to make a move. He lifts his hand, summoning a small wave with a flick of his wrist. Zhongli does not pause, summoning a shield with a slash of his polearm that Childe’s hydro flows right around. The ginger frowns, recognizing Zhongli getting near to him. He sends more water, but that tiny shield holds strong. So maybe Zhongli does have some power to back up what he was saying.

Childe doubts the tiny man could manage to kill him so this whole fight is just an effort at incapacitation. The tiny audience is silent, clearly paying close attention to their ‘fight’, but Childe nearly forgets their existence. Zhongli’s near enough to come to a stop and he seems poised to throw that polearm of his.

The giant brings his hand down, slamming it into the ground. Zhongli, shook by the force of it stumbles, a look of surprise taking his expression and then it steels into something more determined. There’s shouts of surprise from the audience with the resulting earthquake and Childe leans his weight onto the hand, finally pushing himself up to a stand. Like this, he simply dwarfs the colosseum. It doesn't even come to his hips in height and all the tiny gasps and cries fade into nothing at this height. It feels like he could stretch up and touch the clouds.

Looking down reveals Zhongli, gazing up at him in some awe. Childe feels a little flutter in his gut and he grins down at the tiny man. He was right about the height; beside his foot, Zhongli doesn't reach his ankle in size. Probably six centimeters tall at most. The man backs away a few paces and Childe wonders how light he is right now. He can't weigh any more than a mora. Even a cicin would dwarf him.

Seeing him down there next to his sandal, Childe realizes that he could end the match very quickly. All it would take was a shift of his weight, a half step forward to take the victory for himself. But he doesn't really see the need to kill Zhongli. Just pinning the tiny man should be good. It would be like stepping on a bug, just light enough not to crush him. He can see the second Zhongli reinforces his shield, arms spreading out at his sides and a tiny breeze of geo shimmer washes over Childe from about his mid calf down. It tickles.

He starts taking the step forward, lifting his foot over Zhongli. The announcer’s voice returns narrating his moves, but he pays it no mind, starting to lower it down. Surprisingly, he doesn't see Zhongli attempting to run away. Instead, crackles of a dust storm gather around his shin and then out comes a meteor. It petrifies his leg from the knee down and Childe’s left with the eerie numbness.

“Woah-” He laughs brightly again, and now he can see Zhongli dashing out from under his sandal. He sets his foot down anyway, feeling how heavy it is. It takes a few seconds for the feeling to fade and by then Zhongli’s thrown his polearm. Pain spikes into his calf and Childe hisses softly, looking down to see the splinter of a weapon embedded in the skin. It doesn't feel that bad. Nothing more than a scratch, but now he looks at the small man, a frown in place. “Come on Xiangsheng. I was gonna go easy on you.”

“I will not back down,” Zhongli looks fierce, ponytail whipping when he moves. Childe bends down, pinching the polearm to tug out of his calf and then snapping it in half. It's easier than breaking a toothpick.

A hush falls over their audience as a growl rings through the air. Even Zhongli’s expression shifts, and he seems a bit unsure hearing it. Childe blushes at the sound himself, horrified at the timing of it.

But then he thinks about it. “...You know Xiansheng, I’ve just thought of a new way to win.” He notes softly, dropping down to his knees. His weight falls quickly enough to cause an earthquake on impact and he gets a small thrill as watches the very god of geo fall to the ground with the force of it. Zhongli is still pushing back up to a stand when Childe’s hand snaps out.

In a flash, he has grabbed Zhongli. And this time without any possible opportunity for interference. His audience gasps again and Childe is quick to lift Zhongli up to his eyeline. He holds him gripped in a fist, fingers concealing everything from the shoulders down. He can just feel the tiny squirming efforts against his fingertips, but there’s no way Zhongli could break the giant’s hold. Childe knows he hasn't had enough downtime to summon another meteor either.

“I yield.” The small man goes limp in Childe’s hold, apparently deciding some kind of polite draw is necessary here. Childe pauses at that, sighing softly.

“Really?” He looks around, waiting for the disembodied announcement about his victory.

“Truly. You have this win.”

“But that’s so boring.” Childe sighs and Zhongli is about to speak again in defense of his decision judging by his facial expression when the announcement finally comes.

“Victory goes to the Titan!!!” And the crowd bursts into cheers, but Childe is all too aware that the chain on his ankle still binds him. He frowns, uncurling his fingers and holding Zhongli flat on his palm.

“Are you free?” He ask softly, squinting at those tiny wrists. Zhongli is busy catching his breath, but eventually he lifts his arms, showing off the golden cuffs still imprisoning him.

“I don’t understand.” The Liyuen’s expression is tender with confusion and a bit of betrayal, “I was told a duel would be the way to freedom.”

“Titan, you must go to the empress with your victory!” The voice instructs before Childe can reply and he raises a brow, looking back to the stands for a moment when he is directly addressed.

To his surprise, he spots a small platform containing a small throne and seated on it is yet another familiar face. He stares for a few seconds before shuffling closer. He feels out of place for the first time here, knelt before this tiny little platform with Zhongli still held in his hand. He was right about how weightless the man is, barely heavier than a grape. All these tiny humans around him and they probably collectively weigh less than Childe at the moment.

Zhongli is rubbing his brow upon realizing who the ‘empress’ is.

“Zhongli~ That was so impressive!” Hu Tao claps delightedly, kicking her feet some. They don't reach the floor. “I didn't think you’d really be able to take on Titan Tartaglia!” She says the title like it's something renowned. Childe certainly has never heard it before and he somewhat hates the alliterative choice.

“Miss Hu, I thought I would get my freedom.” Zhongli’s tone has taken on a sincere weight, tired and used to the antics of his boss.

“Oh, but that was only guaranteed if you won! Mr Mountain here won, so now it’s up to our audience what happens. Or me~” She giggles, “The giant-”

“I have a name.”

“...ahem. The giant won the spar, but the fate of his prey will be decided by the empress and audience.” She speaks with confidence and Childe frowns deeply, watching Zhongli flinch at the word ‘prey.’

“And how do I get free?” Childe asks.

“Well you’ll have to fulfill the judgment of the audience of course! You gave them some pretty creative ideas for how you might deal with your opponent, so between you and me,” And she cups her hands around her mouth like she’s sharing a secret before speaking with just the same volume as before, if not more, “They’ll probably want you to finish him.”

“Excuse me?” Zhongli says at the same time as Childe mutters, “What!?”

He forgets his volume and though Hu Tao’s grin remains in place, the tiny woman lifts her hands to cover her ears.

“Sorry big guy, I don't make the rules.” Hu Tao shrugs, and Childe is sure that she, in fact, does make the rules.

Childe guesses he really was gonna go through with eating Zhongli if he hadn't chosen to yield, even if he hadn't said it before so he can’t blame her for such brutal rules in place. Maybe he would have halted once Zhongli was in his mouth. What would that have felt like?

His small opponent is now actively standing on his palm, walking to the edge of it to jump off onto the platform. Hu Tao seems amused by this, and before Zhongli can even get near her, guards rush out, gripping the tall adeptus by his shoulders and holding him still.

“What is the audience’s judgment?” He asks and Zhongli gives him a pleading look, as if begging him to take back the question.

“Oo, let's find out!” Hu Tao claps again and the crowd goes silent. It’s eerie how quiet things are. “What do the people want our victor to do?” She asks and the question is echoed by the announcer. It's quiet a few seconds longer before he hears a cry.

“Eat him!” It’s one voice, followed by another shout somewhere else of, “Show him mercy!” “Crush him!” Then the crowd's cries grow louder until it's a roar of opinions, some inventive and horrible. One particular chant of freedom emerges yet Hu Tao’s eyes seem to be growing wider, sparkling with amusement this whole time.

“Well,” She says softly, and the crowd falls quiet instantly, “I’m thinking we have a winner Mr. Titan.”

Childe bites his lip, wondering if he will have to debate any of her wording. It is the thing that will gain him his freedom and he has a deep feeling that things will work out just fine. Zhongli is fighting to tear out of the guards’ grip, but they hold him strong, marching him to the edge of the platform. Raising a brow at this, Childe looks back to Hu Tao.

The tiny undertaker sticks her hand out, then gives a thumbs up. Childe sighs in relief, starting to sit up, but Zhongli’s response is quite erratic. The tiny man lifts a shield and the two guards on him are forced away. Hu Tao clicks her tongue, waving Childe back down.

“Don't you know colosseum etiquette silly?” She asks, “Thumbs up is bad! It means you have to finish him~” She pumps her fists dramatically as she speaks and Childe immediately objects.

“But the people's vote ruled for his freedom?” And Zhongli is nodding adamantly. Up on this platform, he can't jump down without injuries it seems. Childe lifts his hand, aiming to help, but Zhongli twists to glare at it, lifting a newly summoned polearm up to wave at him. Childe had wondered why he hadn't objected, but he can now see the slim gold collar preventing him from being a part of this conversation.

“Ah, but the judgment is decided by the audience and the empress!” Hu Tao shakes her head like this is clear. “Zhongli’s fate is sealed, right in there!” And she points to Childe’s core, which decides to growl just then.

The man curls on himself, eyes wide. “So you made that decision all by yourself.” He glares at her, but she is fearless.

“Well, not really. At least a three eights of my people wanted it to go this way!” She shakes her head, “And my vote counts as a fourth of theirs.”

“You were the deciding vote Hu Tao.” He deadpans and she giggles again, waving to her guards to grab Zhongli again when the consultant’s shield fails.

“I guess I was. But you were planning to eat him anyway~ Isn't this just perfect? You get a snack and your freedom!” Childe wonders if the woman is crazy.

“If I crushed your precious audience, you’d have a lot more funerals to arrange,” He threatens or maybe just negoriates by her standards, and she tuts at him. He’s at least thirty times her size and she tuts at him!

“Nono. You wouldn't be allowed to do that. You can just take your prize and leave.” Childe groans, dropping his forehead down to rest on the platform. From here, he can hear Zhongli’s growls of frustration.

“You have to free him first.” He finally mutters, lifting his head again and bringing his palm up in front of the platform for Zhongli.

The Liyuen man turns to view him with wide eyes, and he seems tired again. Hu Tao hums as she thinks about it, then she looks up to meet Childe’s gaze.

“You pinky promise you’ll eat him?” She asks, holding out her tiny hand, pinky extended. Childe frowns at the words.

“I take a pinky promise very seriously Empress. You know me well.” He grumbles, but he reaches out and Childe knows if Zhongli had a tail right now, it would be lashing furiously. The snezhnayan ends up hooking his pinky over her whole forearm, but she shakes it up and down and when he’s pulled his hand away, he gets to watch the empress skip over to Zhongli. She reaches up to pinch his cheek before she reaches down to his neck. She slides her fingertips across it and in a poof of golden dust, the chain around his neck is gone.

“Hu Tao, this is unreasonable.” Zhongli begins immediately, angry at her antics. She ignores his words as she lowers her hands to his wrists. Two more small poofs and the chains are fully gone. Zhongli rubs his wrists, continuing his speech the whole time. “Our deal was that I should be freed if I fought him. You cannot ask him to eat me, that is signing my very death warrant. Have I not an amicable employee?” His words go on even as the guards walk him to the end of the platform and he’s only silenced with a soft grunt as Hu Tao quite bodily shoves him off the platform. He drops the couple feet down onto Childe’s palm, finding himself on his hands and knees and more than a little shaken.

Childe can feel the nearly imperceptible shivers wracking the man and he does feel a little bad. Maybe he can make it gentle for Zhongli. Even if the Liyuen did stab him.

“Eat up, big boy!” Hu Tao calls, settling back onto her throne and Childe cringes at that title. Her creative nicknames are particularly grating. He lifts his ‘prey’ up to his face, looking over him.

“Childe?” Zhongli’s tiny golden gaze is desperately imploring him to rethink this, but they both know it’s a sealed deal.

“Sorry Xiansheng… I made a pinky promise.” He shrugs, bringing his palm to rest the side against his lips. Zhongli’s shivering increases and Childe curls his fingers a bit before he pulls his hand away again. “How do you want me to do this?” He asks, hoping for the smaller’s preference. He doubts Zhongli wants him to do this in any way, but he knows the smaller is a constantly thoughtful man and will have processed some best idea.

Zhongli is quiet for a few long seconds, glancing between Childe’s lips and eyes. “Perhaps you merely need to hold me in your mouth. That is how you eat sweets, no? I am certainly about as bite sized to you as candy I’m sure.”

Childe wants to agree, but he’s sure Hu Tao wouldn't qualify that, “Those get swallowed eventually when they melt.” He replies, watching the little wilting reaction, “You don't eat gum, just chew it. And I doubt you want to be chewed.”

“That would certainly be a swifter way to finish me.” Zhongli sounds morose now and Childe pouts, lifting his free hand up. With a precise and gentle touch, he rubs the tiny god’s spine. He can feel just how the man leans into his touch and the inkling of guilt returns. At least the peanut gallery is silent for once.

“I won’t be chewing you Zhongli. But, I probably shouldn't take you in dry, so I’ll need to lick at you some.”

“I have decided I do not enjoy being your sweet-heart in this way.” Childe can't help but laugh in surprise at the pun. “Will you wake up soon, love?”

“What was that?”

“It's nothing.” And in fact it feels quite like that. Childe can't quite remember what was spoken after the pun.

“Hey, Dragonspine!” The little empress shouts and Childe glances back down, remembering her presence. “You made a pinky promise. Give the people what they want!”

There’s a nearly automated return of sound to the stadium, tiny cheers crying for his final move.

“Oh hush. I’m getting there,” He huffs.

“This isn't supposed to be a tragedy! It’s a drama! Give us action! Fear! Intimidation!” Hu Tao calls valiantly, and a roar of cheers comes back. Childe glances to Zhongli again and the man seems to have composed himself with some tiny deep breaths. “If you don't do well enough, you might have to stay longer.” Ugh.

“Any preference?” Childe asks one last time, and the adeptus shakes his head, closing tiny golden eyes and surrendering to his fate.

Well, if it's what the people want… Childe shifts, halting his petting and instead lightly pinching Zhongli’s sides. The man’s eyes flash open and he starts to protest but Childe lifts him off his palm, bringing him up above his face. He can feel the tiny racing pants, but this time, he ignores the small guilty voice in favor of leaning into his predatory side. Childe feels the very second the tiny man regrets his submission.

“Wait!” Zhongli objects suddenly, smacking tiny open palms against Childe’s fingertips. Things aren't moving at his pace at all anymore.

Childe smirks at him, listening to the roaring cheers as he brings the little squirming body up above his face. He tilts his head back, opening up his mouth and sticking his tongue out to catch the little form. He releases Zhongli, dropping the tiny man down.

Childe feels the miniscule hands slap against his lip before gravity wins, pulling the golden god inside his mouth. He levels his head, feeling the small weight distinctly on his tongue. Zhongli must be disoriented for a second, but Childe feels him turn and start to crawl along his tongue, fighting for a chance to get back outside. The titan is slow to close his mouth, letting Zhongli get as close to his teeth as he safely can before he clicks his teeth shut.

Soft cries of frustration make it out past his lips before he seals those shut too and he looks down to give a grin to the empress. She’s on the edge of her seat, clapping gleefully. At least, she’s enjoying the show.

Childe has never had a mouthful fight back like this, and it's kind of thrilling. He can feel Zhongli’s hands desperately applying pressure to his teeth and the little man’s fingers explore around Childe’s gums in the dark as he seeks a way out. Childe shifts his tongue, hearing the little yelp of shock in response. He can hear Zhongli’s voice quite clearly and he wonders if that’s normal for sounds produced inside the mouth. It's not as though he’s ever had something inside to know before.

“Childe, I implore you to rethink this!” He pleads and in response, the ginger shifts his tongue again, sliding it forward to pin the small body against his front teeth. He laps at him this way, letting his saliva pool some to soak Zhongli. The little Liyuen seems to be making an effort to struggle, but Childe barely notices. He creates gentle suction in his mouth, pulling the small body onto his tongue once more and pressing him up against the point where his palates meet. The feeling of Zhongli squirming there tickles and Childe scrunches his nose so that he doesn't sneeze. Zhongli tastes lightly of vanilla and silk flowers.

He can feel just how small the brunette is in this way. It shouldn't take more than one firm swallow to get him down. Childe tilts his head back again, easing his soaked prey back toward his throat.

“Ajax- Childe, please slow down!” Zhongli begs again and something stirs the guilty little voice again. Sighing slowly through his nose, Childe relaxes his tongue. He keeps his head tilted back and he can feel the wet little form sliding down the slope of the striated muscle. Zhongli is still out of breath, and Childe feels the odd sensation of fingertips digging into his taste buds to hold the morsel in place. He’s a bit impressed at Zhongli for managing that.

Everything is quiet for a few beats and nothing but the tiny heaving breaths really hold Childe’s attention. He can feel the smaller starting to calm so he flexes his tongue, relaxing his throat at the same time. Zhongli gasps as he loses his grip, sliding down the rest of the way. He’s so small that he starts slipping into Childe's throat right away. The wet flesh kneading at his tiny legs as the two centimeters of his body sink into the passageway. It will indeed only take one thick swallow and Childe inhales and exhales three shallow times before he wills himself to.

It's effortless. Zhongli doesn't cry out this time, and in fact he barely squirms as he's drawn down into the hot depths of Childe's core.

Childe feels the little weight drop into his stomach and he lifts a hand to press against it. It growls in response and he can feel the little form inside startle at the noise. He rubs lightly at Zhongli and though the touch is hesitant, he can feel the smaller push back at him.

There's raucous applause from his audience and Childe looks back to them now. The voice of the empress rises up again calling his name (finally) and Childe turns his gaze to face her.

“Happy?” He gives her a flat look when she beams at him, waving him down to her.

“Let me take a look,” She requests, “Gotta be sure there's no Mr. Zhongli hidden away in that cave!”

Childe rolls his eyes, but obediently opens his mouth up. He sticks his tongue out and lifts it at her command, turning his face slightly so she can inspect all angles and eventually mumbling, “You're welcome to go down and check. There's plenty of room.”

“Ah! An exciting offer Titan, but that will have to wait for another day.” He looks expectantly at her, waiting for the freedom he’s been guaranteed. She blinks up at him, wide eyed and nearly innocent- or forgetful maybe. “Oh right!” She claps her hands together. “Okay! Stand up and I’ll release you.”

He’s quick to obey this also, shuffling close as he safely can to the platform so she can reach out to wave her hands to make the chain evaporate. She waves away the large cloud of golden dust, looking high up to meet his gaze.

“So sad.” And suddenly the colosseum seems to be growing rapidly- Or he’s shrinking!? Hu Tao reaches out her hand, pulling Childe up onto the platform with her as he finally lands at his typical height. Panicked, he rests a hand against his gut, feeling the now, well, minuscule form still sprawled within him. “Well, you’re free now.” She sighs, shaking the hand she’s been holding.

“Wait, what do I do about Zhongli?” He asks, looking for a solution to this. Hu Tao, knowingly, gives no answer.

“I like the gladiator version of you. Very impressive.” She giggles again, picking at the white fabric layers of her own toga. “You’re always welcome back here! Maybe next time I’ll let you pick your prey from any of the champions you know~” She offers before pointing to a door behind her throne. Childe swears it hadn’t been there earlier.

“I- Thank you?” Childe feels disoriented but the guards start leading him out and he looks back just in time to see something very confusing. It’s himself on that titanic scale, still out there sleeping relaxed like he was before the match. Hu Tao turns toward him, lifting her finger to her lips and giving him a wink before she turns away to officiate once more.

Is that how big he had been? Damn.

He steps out through the door and he’s met with a wicked falling sensation.

–

Childe sits up with a gasp, blinking in the moonlit room.

“Baobei,” Zhongli’s voice calls softly to him from his side and Childe turns to face the man with wide eyes. “Come back to me, Ajax.” The man seems a bit ruffled himself, but his voice is honeyed with sleep.

Childe sighs, lifting a hand to rub at his cheek. He slowly lowers himself to lay again, scooting closer until he can lay in Zhongli’s hold.

“Mm… Had a really interesting dream.”

“I know.”

“Oh?”

“You pulled me into it quite swiftly, Ajax.” The old god chuckles softly and Childe’s cheeks warm at the realization.

“Oh celestia, I just ate you!”

“With relish.” The other man agrees, pressing a kiss to soft ginger curls. “I did not know you wished to devour me so.” His laughter is warm and Childe relaxes into his hold.

“So, you’re not mad?” He asks, closing his eyes.

“With you? Never.” Zhongli confirms, “Your imaginary Hu Tao, on the other hand, was quite a menace. I never wish to see her in a position of unrivaled power.” Childe can’t help but let out a soft laugh at that and then he gives a long sigh.

“Mm… Is that what it would really be like?” He receives a confused hum, “I mean swallowing you. I could taste you.

“Ah,” Zhongli’s hand shifts where it’s curled over Ajax, gently rubbing his stomach. It feels nice. “I cannot say for sure. I am sure that thanks to our bond, the sensations were indeed more realistic than they would otherwise have been, but I cannot guarantee that is the precise experience one could ever have outside of a dream.”

“That makes sense.” Childe nods, yawning softly. “Did you have to enter that dream though?” He asks, flustered again.

“Ajax, your thoughts bled into my own sleep, prayers that I would be in attendance. How could I resist a glimpse into your private fantasy when you asked so nicely?” The flush gets worse and Childe turns to bury his face in the pillow.

“Oh my god,” The younger man mumbles in embarrassment.

And he receives a very amused, “Yes, that’s right,” as Zhongli continues to pet his core. Childe reaches to pinch Zhongli’s arm in response. “What’s this?”

“That’s for stabbing me.” He turns back out of the pillow, looking over the way moonlight catches on a small glass figure on their bookshelf. A tiny warrior.

“I was quite sure you had already repaid that wound tenfold, Ajax.” Zhongli pulls Childe a little closer and he goes willingly into the hold.

“Maybe,” The ginger admits. “If you knew it was a dream, why were you so scared?” He’s unable to resist the question despite knowing this could be a conversation that will bleed over into the morning.

“Hm. You are quite the torrential force Baobei.” Zhongli’s answer is unexpectedly short.

“What do you mean?”

“Imagine I were thirty times your size and intended to consume you. That my actions from the start showed no mercy.”

“I think I would find that hot,” Zhongli doesn't seem at all surprised by this response.

“Now, imagine you knew I -as your titanic lover- wanted prey that would squirm.”

“You were acting!?” Childe shuffles to try and pull away, intending to roll over and face Zhongli to read his expression. The adeptus does not allow him such mobility, pulling him back close. Begrudgingly, he settles into the hold once more.

“Perhaps that is the case. But I will say, I was certainly leaning into the excitement of things.”

“But I felt guilty knowing it was you!”

“You did not act very guilty, Ajax.” The man behind him hums in amusement. “You may have the peace of knowing I would willingly do anything you asked of me.”

“What if I had killed you, Zhongli!?” The former ‘titan’ glares at the opposite wall, unable to direct the look back to his lover.

“Do you truly think something as mundane as one mortal’s digestive process could take me out?” Zhongli seems amused that he could think that and that gentle touch returns to rub Childe’s stomach. “Be at peace, Baobei.”

And he is. Zhongli somehow has a way of addressing every issue in the most avoidant and direct way possible. He’s soothed all Childe’s dream specific anxieties with patience and affection. “Alright, Xiansheng.” He sighs, yawning once more.

“Sleep. I will keep your dreams at bay,” Childe knows he will. The young man shuts his eyes, allowing his breaths to fall into pattern with his partner.

“Good night Zhongli.” Another kiss is pressed to his hair.

“Goodnight Ajax.”

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