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my eyes arent straight but they're only on you

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"And I told you that you should keep your phone in your pockets! Brother, if you'll keep on doing this I'll tell the next blind date that mom is fixing that she should drive instead!" 


His sister's shrill voice through his Apple phone partially brings him out of his dizzy stupor, but then Childe's head lolls to the back, his head gently hitting the wall behind him as he waited in line. 


The emergency room is filled with nurses and doctors zoning around, patients being rolled in from the emergency ambulance's entrance. Childe is situated with the other people who are impatiently waiting, some are already angrily talking to their phones, complaining of the long line. While others moan and groan to themselves, guarding (1) a part of their body. 


Childe is one of them. He's currently sporting a headache, dizziness, he feels like he wants to vomit, and if he tries to speak he'll sound like a drunk man who clearly had five more bottles than normal. 


To be honest, he's second before he reaches the front desk. He takes a quick glance at the nurse who's manning the desk and she looks as tired as the other nurses are. Same, the orange-haired man thinks. 


"Brother, are you still there? Hey, I know there's someone right there beside my stupid brother! Please tell me if he's still alive," Tonia, his elder sister shouts into the loudspeaker. The man with irregularly chopped blue hair hisses and talks back, "Your stupid brother is still alive. Have that fucking call off of loudspeaker, you dipshit." 


With the remaining consciousness in him, Childe hurriedly takes the call off of the loudspeaker (before the grumpy man beside him hears his sister's curses) and digs through his pockets to grab his earbuds and plug them in. 


"—what an ungrateful, son of a fucking—" 


"Tonia, calm down. I'm literally trying to hold on for dear life over here," Childe rasps into his earbuds' microphone, massaging his aching temples as another blast of headache rips through him. He bites his lips to prevent a painful scream from escaping his mouth.


"Well good thing you're already at the hospital, stupid brother! Ugh, please get treated soon because I swear to god if you flirt with the doctor there—"


Childe waves his hand a bit, "Nah, have some trust in your brother, Tonia. I'll get diagnosed by a grumpy and wrinkly man and I'll be back home in a jiffy." 


"Uh-huh, you said that when you promised not to flirt with your ex! I probably only have… a small amount of trust that you won't flirt your way out of the hospital." 


"I'm hurt, Tonia. And she consented to flirt! Lumine absolutely did not mind—"


"But her brother did! Look, mother is already arranging a new date for you so please do not go back to Lumine. She deserves someone far better—" 


"Who is Mr. Childe? Doctor Zhongli is ready to see you," the nurse by the desk announces and Childe starts to stand up, his bones creaking and his head aching. He's still feeling really dizzy, and one step is already draining him. The Snezhnayan fellow stumbles a bit, gripping the nurse's desk for support. She obviously looks concerned, so she stands up but a hand halts her in place. 


"I'll take care of him, Keqing. Please assist the next patient," a deep voice rings through his ears, and his earbud falls off one of his ears. Childe looks up and swears he has probably seen Adonis in the flesh. 


"—brother, hey—!" 


"Holy shit he's so pretty…" he whispers under his breath, completely forgetting that his sister is still on the line. "—Oh no, I'm calling Anthon to come over! Anthon, get your ass to the hospital, brother is going to flirt his way out of the hospital again—" 


His thumb presses on the end call button and staggers forward. He expects the doctor to let him fall (really though, Childe knows that no doctor will do that) but he’s instead caught by the arm with strong hands. Childe’s consciousness is already wavering, and he’s lucky that his slight car crash didn’t injure his pretty face (and that there is no blood dripping from his forehead from the impact). 


“Ah, I’ll bring you to the room. Keqing, don’t worry about us.”


“But Doctor-”


“It’s fine. Please return to your post.”


“... Yes, doctor.”


Childe is not sure how, in one blink, he’s already sitting in front of the pretty doctor. He tries to ingrain the doctor’s looks in mind and vaguely remembers the other’s name. Zhongli… is he Liyuean? What is he doing in Snezhnaya though? He wonders as the doctor brings out a clipboard. 


“Good day, mister Childe. I am Zhongli, your attending physician today. I’ll be checking up on you after you listed the signs and symptoms in this paper (2),” the doctor brings up the paper which Childe remembers is the long-ass paper that he had to fill up when he came by. He nods and uses the wall behind him as support as the doctor takes another look at the clipboard. 


“So you are 22, correct? Do you have any other diseases that you failed to mention in the paper? (3)” the Liyuean doctor asks. Childe hums a bit. “Nope, none that I can remember right now.” 


Zhongli nods. “Very well. Have you drunk anything within the past twenty-four hours, like any hard liquor or alcoholic beverages? (3)” 


The Snezhnayan groans and massages his temples. “No. It’s been a while since I’ve drunk anything alcoholic.” 


“Good. Do you feel the urge for emesis?” (4)




“Ah, a medical term for vomiting.” 


Childe rubs his temples. “No.”


“I see. Have you experienced any loss of consciousness within the past hours? Any forgetfulness incidents? (3)” 


No, but does trying to forget my ex count as that? Childe thinks but pursues his lips and shakes his head. The doctor stoically nods and puts a checkmark on the clipboard. “I see. How long has it been since your mild car crash? You indicated here that you had a slight car crash with another driver.”


Yeah, because that other driver was drunk as fuck. “Uh… probably an hour ago. I called my sister to tell her what happened and she insisted that I should get a check-up. So here I am, talking to a pretty doctor like you.”


Slip of the tongue. Childe blinks and grits his teeth as he looks at the doctor after the slip of his tongue. Thankfully, the doctor does not comment on it and nods. “That is good. Now, I’ll be asking another series of questions to determine your level of consciousness (5). Please nod if you think that you are able to answer them.” 


Childe nods, his vision spinning again. He closes them for a second before he opens them again. “Very well. Now, please face me and try to blink your eyes five times,” (5) Zhongli asks and Childe turns his head to face the doctor. 


Oh shit, he’s so beautiful. Do I really have to blink? Childe nods, blinking five times. Zhongli hums and writes something on his clipboard. “Okay good job, mister Childe. Next, do you know what hospital we are in right now?” (5)


Childe racks his brain a bit. He swears a bit because Tonia had explicitly told him what it was and he had passed by the large signboard on his way here. “Uh… Oryol Memorial Hospital?” The doctor doesn’t say anything for a moment. 


“Close. We are in Oryol Clinical Hospital. Onto the last question, can you move your left arm and leg, mister Childe?” (5)


Mister Childe… why not daddy— “O-Oh, yeah sure,” he stutters out the response and wiggles his arm and lifts his leg. The Liyuean doctor nods and writes something on his clipboard. “No pain whatsoever when you moved them?” Childe shakes his head. 


“Well then, according to the scale that I’m basing off, it seems that you are still classified as conscious, save for some confusion.”


“Neat,” Childe replies. His headache is gone now, just a few thrums left. He places his chin on his palm and looks at the doctor, who’s scribbling some stuff on his clipboard that the Snezhnayan man is not interested in. What he would be interested in was — 


“Say doctor, do you have a phone?” Childe starts. 


“A smartphone? Unfortunately, I only own a Nokia (6). I have yet to buy a smartphone for myself,” Zhongli replies back and brings out an old Nokia that Childe is sure that it’s as old as he is. His grandfather has a better phone (an Apple phone) than the doctor too! 


“Anyways, it seems that you are suffering from mild traumatic brain injury, a concussion to be specific. You are very lucky that it is a mild concussion, otherwise, I would need to refer you to get a head CT scan,” (7) Zhongli begins, and from the other side of the table, Childe could see the movements that indicated that the doctor has crossed his legs. Oh dear, what can I do to have them wrap around my waist—


“I will be prescribing some pain relief drugs to help ease the pain for the next few days. You may experience dizziness, difficulty in concentrating, or some trouble falling asleep. Do not worry, for those are normal parts of the healing process. If you play sports, please refrain from returning to them for a while


—those lips are so kissable and plump. Wait, is that lipgloss? Holy shit I need to fuck this guy—


and refrain from drinking any alcoholic drinks, because that will impede the brain’s healing process. If you are experiencing any additional symptoms and signs (8), then you may come back here and schedule a proper appointment


Childe opens his mouth (his very traitorous mouth), “If I schedule an appointment, would I get you as my attending physician?” he asks, blurting out his unfiltered thoughts. Zhongli blinks and puts down his clipboard. Oh god, please don’t chastise me. I’m into that. 


“Unfortunately, I am assigned to the emergency medicine department (9). A different physician will look after you, and I assure you that everyone in this hospital is capable. If you want, I can refer you to a physician friend of mine


“Can you refer to yourself?” 


Zhongli blinks and tilts his head. Oh gosh, this man will be the death of him, Childe swears. “Pardon?” 


“I-I mean, can I just… I dunno, get your number or something? So that I can just message you if I feel worse than right now?” Smooth Childe. Smooth. Now he’s going to look like an absolute idiot. 


Unexpectedly, the pretty Liyuean doctor smiles. He taps at his Nokia phone and shows Childe it’s screen displaying his number. “You bring up a good point, mister Childe. I will be glad to give you my personal number, although please do not spam it because my Nokia cannot handle a multitude of texts at a time.” 


Mental note: Buy this poor doctor a smartphone. The brand new model by Apple. Although that will make me a sugar daddy though. 

Childe opens his phone and adds a new contact. He names it Beautiful Doctor♥ and saves it. “Is that all, doc?” Zhongli nods and stands up, assisting him back to the main room. Keqing, the nurse who was manning the desk, stands up but Childe sees the doctor shoot the nurse a look. She returns back to her seat, flustered. 


“Then, I wish you a speedy recovery, Childe.” 


Oh, he used my name. Without a mister. Childe’s heart skips a bit until someone comes speedrunning towards him. It’s Anthon, who’s clearly nervous and anxious. “Brother! How are you feeling? What was the diagn —oh .” 

His eldest brother, Anthon, shared the same blue eyes as the rest of his siblings did. His blue orbs look from Zhongli and to him, a suspicious look on his face. 


“Why are you being supported by the doctor, brother? Did you guys perhaps… fucked?


Childe chokes. 

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"Brother, you do know that mom wants kids right?" 


Childe shrugs on his winter jacket and puts on his boots. Every day is always winter, but today that won't stop him from meeting up with his current date. "You don't even know who I'm meeting up with," Childe replies, sticking his tongue out at his sister. 


Tonia, the ever protective sister of his, huffs and crosses her arms. Her orange hair tied in a ponytail sways to the side of her face. "You can't fool me! I know you wanted to keep your little encounter under wraps but Anthon spilled the beans!" 


Damn it, Anthon, Childe clicks his tongue and stands up. He grabs the car keys from the glass bowl by the entrance and opens the front door. "I'm heading off. If you know already, don't tell Mother. I'll handle her once I get back." 


Tonia huffs again. "Yeah right. That doctor probably only thinks this is a friendly meet up rather than a date, stupid brother." 


Childe waves his sister off and closes the door behind him. He opens the car and starts the ignition. 


His sister may be right; that the doctor would only think this would be a friendly meet-up (to discuss his current condition, a week after his initial check-up in the emergency room) but that’s not stopping Childe. He’s determined to make the doctor fall in love with him. 


During those seven days leading up to today, Childe learned some things about the doctor: 

  1. He freely chose to work in Snezhnaya instead of his home country, Liyue
  2. His favorite mobile game is Snake on his Nokia 
  3. He lives in the capital, literally an hour drive from Morepesok, his hometown 
  4. The doctor is very formal when chatting 
  5. He loves both dogs and cats 
  6. He is forgetful, especially when it comes to Mora (Childe had to ring his brick phone just to remember that he forgot his wallet) 
  7. He knows a lot. The guy is a literal walking encyclopedia that every time they chat, the doctor always has a topic or trivia in his mind 
  8. He’s cute. 
  9. He needs to get railed 
  10. I repeat, he needs to get railed.

He’s not sure if the doctor knows his intentions, but Childe isn’t mean to say that he’s after Zhongli’s body. No, no. That was too plain. Childe knows the doctor is meant for him, ever since he laid eyes on him. 


It’s just the matter of getting what he owns. 


Childe parks his car in front of a cafe situated in the middle of a busy street. People milled in and out of the cafe, the chime above the door constantly ringing. He didn’t take the doctor as a person who liked the crowd, but then again he didn’t know a lot about him. The Snezhnayan opens the door, eyes hovering among the people who sat in the cafe. 


“Welcome to Wanmin Cafe, what can I get you?” a girl with her hair braided in a panda-like bun hop in front of him, a notepad in her hands. Childe takes a step back, obviously startled by the girl but takes a breath in. “Oh, I’m meeting a friend, actually.”


The girl nods and tucks her notepad back in, a smile on her face. “I see! Well, Mr. Zhongli did tell me that a guy with orange hair would come soon so…” she giggles and grabs his hand, dragging him off somewhere within the cafe. At the mention of the doctor, Childe was caught-off guard so he wasn’t able to resist the girl. 


They pass by a long line to the cashier and several tables with people quietly sipping their coffee and tea. The girl brings him to the corner most of the cafe, where a familiar figure is sitting on a lone table, nursing a cup of tea. Zhongli peels his eyes off the window beside him and looks at Childe, a small smiling growing on his face. “Hello, Childe. It’s been a while.”


Childe clears his throat, and the girl hops back to where she came from while snickering. “Good afternoon, doctor. I didn’t take you as someone who liked… crowded places like this,” he begins and sits down in front of the doctor. The doctor chuckles lightly and places down his cup of tea. 


“Indeed. But I am friends with the owner of this cafe, and their food is up to my tastes.”


Childe snickers, “Oh yeah? You probably get scot-free by forgetting your wallet here.” The doctor coughs and averts his beautiful amber eyes to the side in embarrassment. There’s a slight blush on the other’s cheeks, and Childe coos internally. Ah, that’s why I like him. 


“A-Anyways, how are you feeling? Did your headaches intensify, or have you vomited in the past few days?” Zhongli asks, recovering from his initial embarrassment. He takes out a clipboard from his leather satchel and unclips his pen from his shirt. 


Childe hums and places his chin on his hand on the table. “I feel fine, doc. Headaches occur way less now, and I don’t feel like vomiting at all.” Zhongli nods and writes on his clipboard, his usual stoic face present. 


“Very good. Then…” 


Honestly, he’s more interested in how his the doctor’s lips move, pronouncing every single syllable of every word perfectly. His perfect and white teeth peek out every often, and Childe feels he’s on Celestia when the doctor unconsciously licks his lips and bites them. 


hope you’re not drinking alcohol, because as I have told you


Ah, what shall Childe do to make this doctor his? Bring him to dinner dates? Send a bouquet of Liyuean flowers to his doorstep every day? Visit the hospital and fake sickness? 


Childe grins at the last thought. Yes, it sounds absolutely perfect. 


according to a Liyuean saying, the walls have ears, therefore I hope you really take care of yourself, Childe. Would you want a cup of Oolong tea as a reward for obediently following your regimen?” Zhongli finishes his long speech and pushes a cup of tea in front of the Snezhnayan. Childe snaps out of his thoughts and chuckles, accepting the cup of tea. 


“Sure, Zhongli ” Childe pauses and covers his mouth, eyes widening. He had called the elder doctor by his name unconsciously, and the aforementioned man’s eyes widened as well. Childe clears his throat, desperate to atone for his mistakes. “I mean , doctor


“I permit.” 


Childe blinks. “ Pardon? ” 


Zhongli turns his head away, a small blush on his cheeks again. On the table, he fiddles with his two thumbs together uncharacteristically. “You may call me… by my name, is what I mean.” 


Oh, my heart is definitely going to explode, Childe thinks as he takes in the rare sight of the doctor out of his usual doctor personality. 


He really needs this doctor in his life. Permanent. And he’ll make a plan. 


“It’s a stupid plan.”


Childe huffs. “I haven’t even told you what it was.” His sister shakes her head and glares at her brother across the table. “I don’t need to know it, all I know is that whatever you’ll come up with is going to stupid.” 


Honestly, the plan sounds plain ridiculous: come back into the emergency room and fake a sickness, hopefully, have Zhongli as his physician, flirt, and make progress. 


Well, at least it’s a lot better than being set up with random dates with rich and stuck-up girls by his mother. Tonia sighs and brings out a wad of paper and her pen, on board with her brother’s plan. “If your plan fucks up, don’t blame me, brother.”


“As if it’ll fail,” Childe smirks. 


It won’t fail, Childe bets his firstborn child on it after all. Hopefully, it’s enough though. 



The first week, Childe came into the emergency room with a ‘very bad stomach ache’. He was accompanied by Anthon (who agreed to their plan, so that he wouldn’t be bothered by Childe constantly whining to him about that pretty doctor). 


Keqing, the nurse who manned the desk, stood up as they came in to view and directed him to sit. She told him that since he had a history with the hospital, he need not answer the same thing as before, and left them to find a doctor. 


Ten minutes later, Zhongli rushes to them with a worried look on his face (odd, because he usually wore a stoic and stony face) and quickly helped Anthon to bring him to a room. Zhongli asked him the standard questions, and while he did that Childe quietly observed the doctor. He noticed the other’s eyes constantly bouncing from him and to Anthon, and he wondered why because it was only a stomach ache. 


Anthon and Childe got their cover story already, so they only had to play it out (Childe somehow felt a bit bad for tricking the doctor). Zhongli nodded and gave out a prescription for the Snezhnayan’s stomach ache. 


“Doc Zhongli, can you be my prescription instead?” Childe somehow blurted out, and Anthon looked at him like he had killed his pet dog. Zhongli furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head (bless his oblivious nature). 


“I am not a medication, Childe. You should know that too.”


Childe let out a big sigh and dejectedly nodded as they stood up to go home.



The second week, Childe was rushed to the emergency room for the reason that he had hit his head on the wall accidentally. That time, Tonia accompanied him and Keqing raised an eyebrow as he presented to the ER. She still gave them a seat and called for a doctor though. 


Lucky Childe, because again Zhongli was his assigned doctor. The doctor’s eyes widened at his ‘bloody’ sight (he had to buy chicken blood from the nearby butcher’s store and wished to the gods above that the scent didn’t give him away) and assisted Tonia to bring him to the same room as last week. 


Again, standard questions. How was he, did he feel dizzy, can he open and close his eyes, etc… Childe played his part as a disoriented patient and Tonia as his worried sister, which they hoped fooled the doctor. 


And it did, surprisingly. 


Zhongli again looked worried as ever, often slipping in some words of comfort as he gave his medical advice to the supposedly injured Snezhnayan fellow. Childe would’ve died right there and then, if only his elder sister didn’t watch him like a hawk. 


Once again, Childe couldn’t keep his damned mouth shut and blurted out as he stared straight into the doctor’s eyes, “If I was an enzyme, I would be a DNA helicase; so I can unzip your genes.” (1)


From the corner of his eyes, he saw Tonia’s jaw drop. Zhongli opened his mouth but immediately closed it as he cleared his throat with a blush on his cheeks. 


1 point to him, Childe thought as he giddily skipped back to their car. 



In the third week, Childe was rushed to the emergency room and pretended to be unconscious. Tonia still accompanied him (Anthon was too embarrassed to show his face to the doctor after Childe’s first pick up line) and he got wheeled to one of the beds. As he lay unconscious, he was surprised to hear a different voice. It was not Keqing who assisted his sister, but a boy probably in his teens (might be an intern). 


“You sure he conked out?” he asked and Childe heard the slight hitch of Tonia’s breath. “Yeah, he is,” she answered and the male nurse (?) hummed. Childe swore he could hear the slight suspicion in the nurse’s voice. 


As always, Zhongli had looked after him. He still heard the worry in the doctor’s voice. Shockingly, he placed his warm hand on Childe’s cheek and he heard the male nurse (?) and Tonia gasps in horror. 


Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit—


But then the warmth faded away and Childe felt disappointed. Zhongli instructed the male nurse, whose name he learned was Xiao, on what to do and Tonia fake cried at the thought of her brother staying in a coma. Kudos to her acting, Childe thought and snickered to himself. 


When he was certain that Xiao wasn’t around, he opened his eyes and found Zhongli all alone. Tonia was away, probably to grab a drink. His eyes met the doctor’s and relief flooded the doctor’s features. 


He zoned out at Zhongli’s advice (not surprisingly) and instead stared at the amber eyes. They were so beautiful that Childe felt like he was being pulled in by some unknown magnetic force. He had not literally seen anyone else with eyes of pure amber and Childe was sure some weird-ass collector who has an interest in collecting body parts would pay top dollar for his the doctor’s eyes. 


Childe opened his mouth, “Are you Broca’s Aphasia? Because you leave me speechless,” (2) he whispered. He had to surf the net for that (until Tonia bonked his head for staying up too late) and he had hoped that the doctor would be impressed. 


The doctor let out a soft gasp, his amber eyes widened and a cute blush formed on his cheeks. Childe grinned. "You're cute when you're blushing, Zhongli." 


Zhongli's blush intensified and he cleared his throat as an attempt to salvage his dignity. There won't be any dignity left once I have his legs wrapped around me soon.


Tonia and Xiao came back to see a flustered Zhongli, Tonia looked at her brother with a curious look and Xiao had looked at him with murder in his eyes. 


Heh, another point for me. 



Now on the fourth week, he's alone and he comes in for a head-splitting headache. This honestly will test his acting skills and his recollection of what he had done when he first came into the ER (with a legitimate illness). 


Keqing was not manning the desk again, and Childe felt like running back home as his eyes met with Xiao, who had eyes of an eagle ready to strike. The man stands up and down right glares at Childe with cold eyes. 


"It's you again, Mr. Childe. What have you come today? A toothache? Or perhaps a head-splitting headache?" Xiao sneers. Childe gulps a bit and nods, acting like his head really hurts. 


"A-Ah yeah oh god. I'm sorry Xiao but I have no time to t-talk—ow!— because my head really hurts right now," Childe whimpers and stumbles to a free chair. He plops down on it and dramatically groans, massaging his temples.


Xiao hisses at him, eyes narrow and his aura leaking with suspicion. He was going to nearly strangle if not for the hand that appears out of nowhere and holds him by the neck. "H-Hey—!" 


"Xiao, behave." 


Childe looks up and sees Zhongli, who has the poor guy by the neck. Xiao continues to hiss at Childe, flailing his arms like a cat and bearing his teeth as if he was a dog. The entire scene is a bit ridiculous to look at, and Childe snickers a bit to himself as the other embarrasses himself in front of the other patients. 


"Xiao behave ," Zhongli repeats again, this time with a bit of force. The guy being held by his neck huffs and stops flailing his arms. The handsome doctor puts him down and places a heavy hand on the man's shoulder, a warning. 


"Xiansheng, you have to end this—" Xiao begins but Zhongli shakes his head and looks at Childe with the ever unchanging smile he always donned. "Good to see you again, Childe. I'll assist you to the room." 


Childe nods warily, eyeing the calmed down Xiao, and lets himself be assisted by the doctor with Zhongli's arm wrapped around his waist. They enter the same room as they always used and Zhongli lets him sit down on the same chair he always used as well. 


The Snezhnayan opens his eyes to witness the doctor putting on glasses, squared glasses but were curved at the edges. Childe breathes in sharply as they sat on the other's nose bridge, perfectly framing the Liyuean doctor's face and eyes. Before, the doctor's eyes were a bit sharp and cold, but after putting the frames on, his eyes looked softer and tame. 


"You wear… glasses?" Childe asks and eyes the case that held the frames. It was from an unfamiliar brand and he thinks it's from Liyue, based on the unfamiliar characters and symbols. Zhongli nods and closes the case, eyes now falling to Childe's figure with an indecipherable look. 


The Snezhnayan squirms under the doctor's gaze, completely forgetting that he's supposed to act so that his head hurts. "I—um…" Childe starts but the doctor stands up, leans over, and places a finger to his lips, effectively shushing him. 


"I was admittedly oblivious to your simple advances at first, Childe," Zhongli murmurs, a finger trailing along the other's chest. His tone turns sultry, and Childe does not like where this is going. 


"But then Xiao had told me the other week, as crude as he can, that you are trying to get in my pants. Honestly, I get a lot of people trying to do so but you seem to be the only one who is almost successful." The finger trails down further, dancing over Childe's zipper. The Snezhnayan gulps, closes his eyes and wills his friend down there to not rise. Please don't go hard, mini-Ajax. Please please please—


Zhongli continues, retracting his finger from Childe's lips and chuckles. "I do applaud you for your dedication to acting sick. Mhm, almost fooled Keqing and I but… unfortunately, you weren't the only one who was acting." 




Zhongli pulls the Snezhnayan man to his side of the desk, pushes him down on the office chair, and straddles him. He leans over to Childe's ear, caressing his cheeks. "Did you like me blushing like a virgin? I’m pretty sure my lip biting habits plagued your dreams every night, hm?” the doctor whispers into his left ear, letting a small tongue poke his ear. Childe grits his teeth and closes his eyes. 


“Sadly, those were all acts. The real Zhongli is far from the one you must’ve conjured up in your cute cerebrum (3) .” 


Zhongli straightens his back and slicks his hair back, a sweet saccharine smile on his plump lips. “How about I give you the taste of the real me, Tar-taglia~? ” 



Their lips meet in a frenzy. 


Zhongli pushes his plump lips onto the Snezhnayan’s, not waiting for their response. Their tongues dance and clash for dominance, Childe trying to gain control of this situation. Sadly when he tries to push the other off his lip, he discovers his arms are tied behind the office chair.


“When did you—?” 


Zhongli pulls away and slowly unbuttons Childe’s top, kissing the other as he did so. The doctor exposes the fair skin hidden under the white top, and Childe chuckles. “You like what you see?” he teases the other. If there’s a part of his body that he’s proud of, it’ll be his abdomen. He exercised like fuck to get those abs prominent and rigged. Zhongli licks his lips and nods. 


“Very much so. Hah, if I knew how ripped you are, I would’ve done this way earlier.” 


The doctor takes one perky nipple into his mouth, relishing in the soft groans that his patient tries to contain under him. The elder of the two swirls the bud in his mouth, lapping at it. He gives the same treatment to the other bud, occasionally letting his teeth graze over it. “Fuck, Zhongli—!” 


Childe swears to the heavens above when the doctor’s lips mouth over his abdomen and trails onto the wet patch on his pants. He bites his lips when a warm breath ghosts over it, feeling his cock twitch as more pre-cum releases over the covered tip. “Zhongli, I swear to the Tsaritsa above that if you don’t put my dick in your mouth this instant— oh fuck!


Before he could even finish his sentence, Zhongli unzips his pants so fast that it was like looking at nothing and pulls his underwear down to immediately take him in his mouth. Childe tries to not buck into the warm cavern, afraid that he might scare the older one but when Zhongli separates temporarily from the hardening cock, and mouths ‘you can be rough with me’, all semblance of self-restraint flies out of the window and he bucks deep into the doctor’s throat. 


Childe could hear the doctor choke a bit but ignores it as he finally feels the warmth of heaven descending upon him. Zhongli’s mouth is as if it’s made for his cock, hugging and sucking him so tight. He groans, which mixes in with the lewd squelching noises that are coming from his cock being sucked. “Your mouth feels so great, doctor. I think it’s— ah made for sucking my cock.” 


Zhongli hums and continues to bob his head on the leaking rod, bringing it down his throat as much as possible. “Holy shit you don’t have a gag reflex?” he asks and bucks into the face as if using him like a cocksleeve. The doctor shakes his head and eases off the cock, sucking instead the cockhead and looking at him from underneath his eyelashes. It was a sight he could definitely explode on. 


And the glasses were a big bonus because to Childe it was so hot that they were fogging over as the doctor sucked him. He wonders if he’ll be able to take a picture of him as he comes on his face. 


The Snezhnayan could feel his balls tightening. He tries to get his cock down the other’s throat so that he could just come there but when he could feel his semen rushing to the tip, the doctor forms a ring using his fingers at the base of his cock and squeezes it, effectively cutting his orgasm off. Zhongli looks at him with a cat-like grin, downright mischievous.


This catches Childe off, so he hisses at his postponed orgasm. “What the fuck, doc? Are you a sadist or what— ah! ” he’s cut off when the other takes him back into his mouth and sucks him again. “Are you trying to kill me, oh god—”


Zhongli’s laugh is contained in his throat so it rumbles, sending small shockwaves throughout his cock. This reverberates to his spine and sends him back to La La Land. " Nngh , Zhongli!" 


The torturous cycle continued for two more times, Zhongli edging him twice more until Childe was dizzy from being denied release thrice. If he looks at his balls, he won't be surprised if they were blue already. And it's starting to piss him off. If he had known that this doctor would be sadistic, then he would’ve taken better precaution. 


Ah, he can’t take it anymore. 


Childe pulls the rope that was tied to his wrists in opposite directions. He was glad that his gym sessions that were worth two thousand Mora were worth it, because while the doctor was busy sucking his cock, he'd already destroyed the rope holding his wrists together. With one swift motion, Childe manhandles the pretty doctor, dragging him by his long hair and bending him over the table. The several knick-knacks on the table fall to the ground, making loud noises but Childe doesn’t care. 


“Doctor, you’re really becoming a handful. Sorry, but it’s time I take control of your little game, yes?” he whispers into the doctor’s ears and relishes the squeak that he makes. 


It’s time to turn the tables.





Childe was not sure how many minutes it’s been ever since Zhongli started the whole thing, but what’s important to him is that his cock is driving into the doctor mercilessly. Every thrust produces a lewd moan or mewl, and it’s absolutely fantastic. 


“Doctor, you’re such a cockslut. Do you think you can come only with my cock in your ass?” Childe murmurs lowly into the doctor’s ears, giving one hard thrust. “Yes yes yes —” Zhongli brokenly moans out, trying to anchor himself on the table. Childe flips them over, now facing the doctor and his weeping cock. 


“Hah, the doctor is so pretty. Don’t they have the saying that taking a picture will last longer? How about I take a picture of the pretty doctor, hm?” Childe says and rummages through his pocket to bring out his phone. He unlocks it and grins as he presses the Kamera app. 


Childe could see the doctor squirm away, hiding his beautiful face behind his hands. He grabs Zhongli’s thin wrists with his one hand and brings them away from his face. “C-Childe…! Please no—!” he begs, but Childe shakes his head and brings his phone to his face. 


“Smile, doctor~!!” 


He takes a picture of his doctor’s face, smiling to himself as he tosses his phone back onto the chair and resumes to fuck Zhongli. He pistons into him, mercilessly hitting the bundle of nerves inside the doctor. 


As he fucks the doctor, however, Childe doesn’t take his eyes off him. He was so beautiful, even as he’s being wrecked. There’s a light flush covering his cheeks, some tear tracks probably due to the fact that he had not prepared the doctor when he had entered him ( it was his punishment, Childe thinks ), drool falling down his red lips (after Childe had kissed him roughly), and his square glasses tilted and foggy. Childe licks his lips. He’ll ruin those pretty-looking glasses soon. 


All of these turn him on more. “Childe your cock… it’s growing bigger,” Zhongli mumbles, a hand rubbing his flat abdomen. The Snezhnayan man uses one finger to tilt his doctor’s chin up, taking in the other’s hazy and unfocused eyes. He coos, “That’s because of you, doll. You’re making me so hard that I want to fill you up.”


The doctor gasps, eyes wide. Childe chuckles and dives in to claim the former’s lips again, tongues dancing together. The Snezhnayan knows that the other won’t even try to win against him in a battle for dominance, so he takes advantage of that and locks their lips in a heated passion, alternating from biting and smacking their lips. 


The whole sight was obscene, to say the least. If an outsider were to come in, they would see the doctor’s back with his white coat pooling on top of the table and half of his exotic blouse hanging, Zhongli’s legs wrapped tightly around his supposed patient’s hips, and hands gripping the edge of the table. 


But that won’t do. Childe made sure that the door was locked when they first came in, for reasons beyond him. He did foresee that they would have mind-blowing sex in the middle of Zhongli’s workplace? Not really, but it didn’t hurt to be precautious. 


No one should see his doctor’s faces as he’s being fucked. Only Childe is allowed to see them. If anyone else does, then he’ll make sure that they’ll forget it. 


The telltale heat pooling in his groins signals his impending orgasm, so Childe pulls out his throbbing cock and manhandles the doctor again to kneel on the floor. He looks up, his amber eyes hidden by his translucent glasses, and Childe groans. He takes his cock in his hands, wanting to ruin his doctor’s beautiful face with his spent. 


He pumps his cock fervently, and when he feels the telltale sign of his orgasm, he opens Zhongli’s mouth and aims his cock at it. The doctor lets his tongue out, panting heavily with eyes closed. “Come in my mouth—hah, Childe.” 


“Heh, not only your mouth doc. I’m going to cum on your lovely face.”


Childe tosses his head back, pumping his cock faster. He lets out a loud groan as he paints the doctor’s face with his spent, staining his glasses along with it. There’s come hanging from the other’s well-kept eyelashes and some come pooled in his mouth.


Zhongli closes his mouth and swallows the come, letting a loud sigh of contentment. Childe looks down and sees that the doctor has come as well, and grins. He takes his phone out again and snaps a picture of his wrecked doctor. “Hah, the doctor looks so pretty with my cum on his face. I’m so glad that I took a picture of this.” 


The doctor huffs and stands up, grabbing a napkin from the drawer and wiping off the come off his face. He removes his stained glasses and makes a face as he looks at them. “Ugh, it’s so sticky. This is why I prefer guys coming inside me than on my face, less hassle,” Zhongli sneers and shrugs on his white coat. Childe blinks and zips his pants up. What…?


The doctor grabs a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights it up with a lighter that was thrown from the table. He takes a deep breath and separates the cigarette from his lip, a puff of white smoke coming out of his lips which sucked Childe’s dick literally a few minutes earlier.

At this point, Childe is flabbergasted by the doctor’s sudden change in personality. Sure, he admitted that he was acting but the Snezhnayan he was only acting when he was courting him. He wasn’t expecting that the doctor faked… his entire personality.


Zhongli faces him, a bored look on his face. He puffs out another gust of cigarette smoke, leaning against the desk. “You done looking like an idiot, Childe? You’re free to go and scamper away, you know. I have patients to attend to in a few minutes,” the doctor drawls, crossing his arms. Childe blinks. 


This man… has fucked other people. 


The doctor has had others… fuck him. 


They have seen the faces he made while he was being fucked. 


Zhongli has… been with other people. 


Other than him.  


Childe laughs. He laughs so loud that he’s doubling over. How was he so stupid that he got fooled by this man? Here I was, trying to win this man’s heart and thinking that he would be as easy as the girls I met. Hah, to think that this man’s heart is pure stone.


Zhongli raises an eyebrow at him. “Have you lost your mind?” he asks with a mocking tone. The Snezhnayan kept laughing, his laugh which was first a decent loud laugh turning maniacally. Childe laughs and laughs until he wheezes and wipes a stray tear from his eye. “Ah, you’re really something Zhongli. I was so stupid for thinking that you would be easy.”


“Absolutely not. Now, have you composed yourself properly now? If you haven’t noticed, we’re still in my workplace, so if you excuse me—”


Childe drags the doctor and pushes him against the wall, an arm blocking his right side. (4) “And what do you think you’re doing, Childe?” the doctor glares at him, his cold amber eyes radiating defiance. The Snezhnayan man smirks and opens his phone, showing the doctor’s provocative picture to him.


If he can’t have the doctor submit to him willingly, then he’ll do it another way.


“I may not know who you truly are, but I think you value your job right?” Childe begins, a sadistic and maniacal smile blooming on his face. He smiles wider as the look of horror and disbelief dawns on the doctor, his eyes widening in shock and fear. “You wouldn’t dare,” Zhongli breathes out in disbelief. 


“Oh, but I would dare doc.” 


Childe hovers over the share button. He doesn’t like using this method, but it is what it is. “It’s so easy to share your picture, doctor. How about… we try this out?” he shares it to an email and chuckles darkly. Zhongli’s hands flew to try to grab his phone but when he did, it was already sent. “No, no no—” 


The doctor falls to the ground, eyes widened in horror. There are tears rushing to his eyes and Childe lets out a chilling laugh. He takes his phone from the other’s shaking one and crouches down. “Aw don’t look like that, doc. That was my own email~! I wouldn’t send it… yet .”


Ah, there goes his tough exterior. Now, let’s continue to break it down, shall we? 


Zhongli looks at him like he’s been punched and opens and closes his mouth in disbelief. He then looks down and clenches his fists to his side. “... What do you want?” 


Childe hums and gleefully smiles. That question was very easy to answer. 


“That’s very simple. All I want is you , Zhongli.” 

Chapter Text

Zhongli is, in every way, an organized but forgetful person. He always kept his agenda planner with him every day, dutifully checking each and every reminder and task. Water the plant that Grandma Ping gave him, feed Morax his cat, cook lunch, take Morax out for a stroll in Yujing Terrace, visit Guizhong in the hospital with a fresh bouquet of Glaze Lilies, cook dinner, read a book, and then sleep. 


And every year, he would check off a special reminder in his planner. This reminder only happened once a year, due to his boss’ insistence. 


This reminder was to visit the doctor for a scheduled physical examination. A special physical examination . With a special doctor.  


He’s been going to this doctor for a couple of years now, ever since he started working in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. An odd job for a handsome man many people would say, but then Zhongli rarely cared for what other people thought. It was a rewarding job: had an easygoing boss who would often act like a child, a high salary even for being a consultant was able to apply his bizarre knowledge he learned from reading a lot of books in the library, and special access to the special doctor. 


Hu Tao, his boss, would often tease him with the doctor but Zhongli quickly denies any sort of romantic feeling toward the man. After all, they only had a professional relationship. To an outsider, that would be the case, however. 


But Zhongli thinks he has a very special relationship with the doctor. Something that no one else can have with the doctor. 



As he entered the clinic, Ekaterina (a nurse who worked there) gave him a nod and beckoned him to the front desk. She pulls out an almost empty logbook (that only had his name in it) and gives him a pen. “You know the drill, mister. Sign in and the врач (1) will see you.”


Zhongli nods and writes his name, the time he signs in (which was 5 PM in the afternoon), the special code, and his signature. He closes it and gently pushes it over to the nurse, who places the logbook back in the drawer. “The врач is in Room 104. He requested to change rooms after your previous room was almost discovered,” Ekaterina tells him and goes back to entertain another patient. 


Zhongli nods at the nurse and goes to the dark hallway to the left side. His appointment with the doctor would always be at the end of the day, when not a lot of people are coming in. He puts his hands in his pockets. It’s been a while ever since he’s been here. 


When the sign of Room 104 appears in his vision. Zhongli takes a deep breath and pushes the door open. On an office chair sits an orange-haired man, deep in reading something from his clipboard. Zhongli’s breath hitches as he notices the frames sitting on the doctor’s nose bridge, framing his sharp eyes that held the irises of Noctilous Jade. 




The man on the chair spins around and notices the man by the door. He smiles warmly and puts down his clipboard. “Hello, Zhongli. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he asks and beckons the consultant to sit on one of the couches. Zhongli gulps, braces himself, and walks over to the plush sofa. He doesn’t forget to lock the door behind him. 


“Y-Yes, it’s been a while, Doctor Tartaglia. How are you?” Zhongli asks and takes a seat on the sofa. He’s squirming a bit under the doctor’s gaze so he looks down. He always felt small when they’re together, it's as if the doctor was a predator looking down on his prey. 


The doctor hums and adjusts his glasses. “I am feeling well, thank you for asking. But I am sure you’re also wanting to go home, so let’s finish this quick—” Tartaglia begins but the consultant adamantly shakes his head and frowns at the doctor. “N-No! I’m not rushing you or anything, doctor. Please… take your time examining my body,” Zhongli murmurs, embarrassed. 


Tartaglia chuckles and uncrosses his legs. “Then, go and strip for me. We’ll begin your physical examination,” he orders the consultant, and the latter easily complies as he takes off his brown coat, removes his vest, and unbuttons his white top. He places them neatly on the bed and faces the doctor, half of his body naked. He feels naked, but they have been doing this for a while now so he shouldn’t be feeling that way. 


Zhongli sits on the couch and waits as the doctor wears his stethoscope and approaches him. He places the stethoscope’s diaphragm (2) on his nipple, the consultant wincing a bit at the sudden cold temperature but lets out a small moan as it moves onto his other bud. The doctor doesn’t comment at the small moan and nods, moving back to his desk to take a tongue depressor (3).


Tartaglia checks the consultant’s mouth, humming to himself as Zhongli fights the urge to squirm in his seat. The doctor’s eyes are heated and when they roam his body, a warm tingling sensation always accompanies them. “Hm? This is…” 


Zhongli gulps as the doctor removes the tongue depressor, throwing it at the trash bin and rubs his chin. “Doctor? Is there something wrong…?” he asks. Tartaglia’s face is pensive as he ponders on his chair. “It looks like we may need further examinations, Zhongli. Please take off your pants as well then.”




“Take them off.”


Zhongli bites his lips and nods, stripping off the rest of his clothes. He places his pants on the bed along with his cotton underwear. Now that he’s completely exposed to the doctor, he hides his face in shame. They had never gone this far before…! 


“Now sit down and spread your legs like the good boy you are, okay?” 


The consultant nods again, spreading his legs and showcasing his pink puckering hole as well as his cock that is rapidly hardening at the doctor’s heated gaze. Zhongli hides his reddening face with one hand, the other anchoring his body on the sofa. “D-Doctor, this is embarrassing…” 


Tartaglia clicks his tongue and gives the consultant a leveled gaze. “Zhongli, if we want to check if you’re sick or not then you must comply with what I say. You do want to be healthy for me , right? ” he asks, a sweet and saccharine smile plastered on his face. The consultant shyly nods, still looking away from the doctor’s eyes. He wanted to be a good boy for his doctor anyway.


But Zhongli throws his head back as cold lubed fingers open his hole. “ A-Ah —D-Doctor!!”


The fingers inside him pry his tight hole open, spreading and opening it wide for Tartaglia to see. His thighs quiver as the fingers skillfully work him open and plunges his hole, as if looking for something. Zhongli sobs loudly as the fingers hit his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure down his spine.

He takes a quick look at the doctor and shivers. Tartaglia’s face is stony and unmoving, eyes serious as if he doesn’t have two fingers down his patient’s anus. The doctor then quickly removes his fingers and sits down, getting his clipboard from his table and writes something on it. 


Zhongli pants, trying to catch his breath from the sudden fingering. His cock is now hard and aching for release, the head already leaking pre-cum. “D-Doctor…?” 


The aforementioned man hums and continues to write on his clipboard, eyes then settling on his patient. He straightens his back and sighs. “I’m afraid you have to finish up by yourself, darling.” 




Tartaglia nods, eyes serious behind the glasses. “It’s very important that you have to finish by yourself. Unless you follow what I tell you, then I cannot help you,” he says. Zhongli bites his lips. If he wanted to be properly diagnosed, then he would have to follow his doctor. 


After all, his doctor knows what’s best for him. 



"D-Doctor— hah! "


Zhongli moans, pumping his cock and at the same time fingering his pink hole. It has been a while ever since he played with himself down there, and he usually didn't have any time to do so anyway. 


He sees the doctor eyeing his every movement carefully, occasionally writing on his clipboard. The consultant flushes in embarrassment and turns his head away, "D-Do you really have to look at me like that, d-doctor— nngh !" he presses his fingers against his own bundle of nerves, body quivering in pleasure. Tartaglia gives him a scolding look. 


"I cannot miss every single detail that you make as you finish yourself up, Zhongli. Now, go on. Let yourself go," his doctor says, his deep voice egging him on to the brink of his orgasm. The consultant weakly nods and continues to pump his cock with renewed vigor. He could feel the familiar tightening of his groins and cries as he's being hit with its full force. 


"I-I'm coming d-doctor—!" 


Zhongli comes, his spent flying to his abdomen and to his face. Some of it is staining the couch and as he realizes that he reddens in shame. He had soiled his precious doctor's couch…! 


"D-Doctor, I-I'm sorry I ruined your sofa…" he weakly apologizes, chest heaving as he tries to recover from his orgasm. Tartaglia shakes his head and smiles sweetly at his patient. He gently caresses Zhongli's cheeks in adoration, eyes softening. "That's fine, baby boy. We can always get it cleaned."


But then the soft feeling is extinguished as the doctor chucks a plastic cup to him. He looks at the cup, confused before the doctor chuckles at him. "You'll be needing to pee in that cup, baby boy. Can you do that for the doctor?" he asks fondly, his usual sharp gaze softened. Zhongli feels something twist inside him and nods, albeit a bit too enthusiastic. "Y-Yes doctor! Anything for you…!" 


Tartaglia chuckles and beckons the consultant to a corner of the room, tucked behind several curtains. Zhongli follows him, eyes never leaving his doctor's crotch. He wonders if the doctor was hard just like he was.


"Now all you need to do is to pee in that cup. I'll be watching you, of course." 


The consultant gulps and takes a deep breath before closing his eyes and aiming his soft cock at the cup. He tries to not think that his doctor is just a few feet away, watching him intensely. 


Minutes pass and the soft clicking of Tartaglia's pen is the only thing heard. Zhongli tries his best to feel the urge to pee, thinking of the process so that it'll speed things through. When he looks back at the doctor, he sees his intense gaze on him, unhindered by his frames. 


He quietly whimpers as the first trickles come out, and then a gush of warm pee flows into the cup as he holds it in place. Zhongli glances back to his doctor and finds him approaching, his soft eyes looking at the stream of pee. 


"Doctor…? Ah please wait, that's—!" Zhongli helplessly watches Tartaglia as the other put his entire hand under the stream of pee that's still happening. He looks at the small pool of pee in his hands and puts it back to the cup, nodding to himself. "Temperature is pretty normal…" 


What shocks the consultant most though is when the doctor puts a finger to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the leftovers on his glove. "Hm… tastes pretty fine to me," he concludes, taking off the gloves and grabbing a new pair to put on. 


Zhongli closes the cup filled with his pee and stares at his cock in horror as he sees it grow hard. It grows even harder as he realizes how shameful he must've been. He places the cup on the doctor's waiting palm, his fingers slightly brushing with Tartaglia's hand. 


"Now please move onto the bed, darling. We're halfway through your physical examination," Tartaglia says, patting the bed beside him. The consultant moves towards the bed, climbing onto it, and lays down, his legs spreading apart as the doctor pries them open. 


"W-What are we going to do now, doctor…?" he asks, looking at the other through his spread legs. The doctor hums and smiles, inserting his two unlubed fingers in him without warning. Zhongli spasms at the sudden intrusion, his cock quickly hardening. " Nngh —D-Doctor!! Too… sudden—!" 


The man chuckles and then a warm gloved hand wraps around his cock, stroking it. "You've done this yourself earlier, but for me to further gauge if you're sick or not I have to do it myself." 


His convincing tone throws out all the questions Zhongli had in his mind, nodding his head to let his doctor continue. He even willingly spreads his legs further to be called a good boy once more. "P-Please use my body as however you think is fit, doctor." 


The doctor smirks a bit and strokes his cock faster, fingers curling and aiming precisely at his weak spot. It hasn't been an hour and he's already fully hard again…! Zhongli covers his face in shame, face blushing like a tomato. He mewls as the fingers inside him repeatedly jab his prostate, waves of pleasure sent down his spine. " Haah—ah, d-doctor!! Too… much— ah! "


The doctor's other hand pumps his cock harder and faster simultaneously as he curls and plunges his fingers in him. The overloading sensations from both send Zhongli crying out loud, fresh tears springing to his eyes as he comes so hard. His whole body trembles in pleasure and overstimulation, eyes unfocused as he stares into the white ceiling. The fingers in him relent and are removed, as well as the hand on his cock. 


He lays there for a few moments, his chest heaving up and down and his unfocused eyes now on the doctor's retreating figure. The latter removes his gloves and throws them, going back to sit on his chair as he writes something again. 


"D-Doctor… is there something wrong with me…?" Zhongli weakly mumbles, his eyes drooping but he fights them back as he sits down on the stained sheets, his flush of shame still evident as he looks at the small patches of cum on the bed. 


Tartaglia removes his glasses and spins around to meet his gaze, the same saccharine smile present on his lips. "From what I have concluded from your physical examination, it seems that there was nothing wrong with you, baby boy. Isn't that great?" 


Somehow, Zhongli's heart falls at his doctor's words. 



Deep down, Zhongli wished he was sick whenever his doctor told him his diagnosis. 


He wants to constantly visit the doctor just to see him. He wants to feel what he always felt when he undergoes a physical examination. He wants the doctor beside him at all times, cuddling him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He wants the doctor to wreck him, take his breath away. 


But alas, dreams were only dreams. He had to wait an entire year again before he could visit his doctor again. An entire year of monotonous cycles. 


Zhongli's feelings grew deeper and he fell harder for the orange-haired man. He probably sounds ridiculous, considering that he doesn't know a lot about the doctor other than what he observes in his office, but that doesn't matter. 


He'll find a way to keep himself busy and his feelings at bay until another year passes. 


This leads him to buy his very own set of sex toys from Crux Pleasure, a sex store nearby. He had a friend working there, Beidou who was also in a relationship with the Tianquan of Liyue, Ningguang. 


Zhongli looks at the toys he bought, a familiar feeling of shame creeping on his skin. He locks the door in his bedroom, runs to his bed, and sits on it with the ominous bag of sex toys in his hands. He had no experience with these, but he had done some research prior to obtaining these. 


The consultant pulls out a plastic cock known as a dildo. Beidou had recommended a different one (a really long and huge one that had many ridges) but her co-worker chastised her and knew that Zhongli had no experience with any toy so she offered him one for first-timers. How Beidou's co-worker knew from one glance that he was a newbie when it comes to sex toys, Zhongli didn't bother looking into it deeply. He lays on the bed, bracing himself.


Zhongli takes off his pants and squirts a good amount of lube on the dildo, aiming it at his puckered hole (he had done some preparation this morning. Luckily Hu Tao didn't need him yet in the parlor) and thrust it in. His eyes roll back at the fullness the plastic cock brought to him, his body trembling. He continues to thrust it in him, trying to find the bundle of nerves in him that Tartaglia loved jabbing his fingers onto. 


His mind conjures up the imagery that the cock was his doctor's, thrusting into him and holding his thighs apart. Zhongli fervently slams the plastic cock in his ass, so deep that it hit his prostate. He mewls and whimpers, imagining the cock throbbing and slicking him up good with pre-cum. Oh, the absolute noises that he imagines it'll produce an obscene moan from his lips. 


His fingers that were holding the plastic cock then accidentally switched something on the cock as he thrust it into him. The sudden vibration coming from the dildo takes his breath away, bringing him to the edge. 


Zhongli throws his head back into his pillow, sobbing as he comes hard, stars appearing in his vision. He turns off the dildo and removes it from his gaping hole, panting and breathing heavily. The consultant wipes the drool from the side of his mouth, surprised that he had even drooled at all. 


He looks at the bag of sex toys and sighs. 


Trains are new inventions in Liyue. Thousands of years ago, all people used to go from area to area were either carts driven by horses, walking, running and wind gliders (courtesy of Mondstadt). Ever since Rex Lapis’ passing, the people of Liyue have been finding ways to improve their lives and to prove that they could stand on their own two feet, hence the creation of trains, mobile phones, television, etc…


Ever since trains have been incorporated in Liyuean life, Zhongli has been taking advantage of them to travel from his house to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, located in the east block of Liyue Harbor. That’s why he’s standing in front of one, waiting for the train to arrive. 


Although his whole body is shaking and quivering. His friend Xiao looks at him oddly. “You… okay—” the shorter male starts but Zhongli raises a shaky hand in front of his friend, nodding. He takes in deep breaths, trying to stabilize himself. “I-I’m fine, Xiao. Please lookout for the next train—ngh!” 


He falls to the ground, body trembling all over. Xiao yells his name and helps him up, an arm around his shoulders. “Celestia, what is happening to you? Do you need to go to the doctor—?” 


No!” Zhongli says loudly, but grits his teeth and lower his voice. “No, I-I’m fine… I just need to—hah, rest…!” his vision goes black for a second and he could hear Xiao call his name, gently tapping his cheek. 


“To think we’ll bump into each other here. You alright, Zhongli?” A deep voice brings him out of his misery. He looks up and sees his doctor, Tartaglia looking down at him. He’s not wearing his glasses but he’s nursing a cigarette to his lips. He could hear Xiao groan at the smoke beside him but he ignores it and gaped at the man in front of him. 


“D-Doctor…?” he breathes out, his vision becoming clearer but his trembling still present. Tartaglia hums in acknowledgment and smirks. “The one and only. Say, can I talk to you somewhere? You know, semi-private without your hound dog growling at me,” he asks, thumb pointing at the hissing Xiao beside him. Zhongli nods too enthusiastically and pats his friend’s back. 


“I-I’ll be back soon. You can go and leave me, I-I can handle myself,” Zhongli says and smiles weakly at his friend. Xiao defeatedly nods but keeps his eyes trained on the doctor, a look of ‘i-don't-trust-you’ clearly written on his face. His doctor chuckles and swings around the consultant’s shoulders, bringing him to the nearest public restroom. Luckily it was early in the morning and not a lot of people were crowding the public restroom. 


Zhongli sees the doctor stomp on his cigarette and they enter an unoccupied stall, Tartaglia locking it behind him. They haven’t met outside their special appointments, so it came as a surprise to the consultant that the doctor lived around the same area as he did. 


“Now—” Tartaglia begins but is interrupted when Zhongli presses their lips together desperately, grabbing onto his sleeves tightly. The consultant moans as their tongues dance and battle each other, the former completely losing to his doctor. They make out for a couple of minutes until they separate, Zhongli already looking debauched, panting. His eyes are already dark with lust, his lips swollen and the front of his pants stained already with pre-cum. 


“P-Please… put your cock inside me, doctor…” he begs, grinding against his doctor’s leg stuck in between his thighs. The doctor sneers, eyes of a predator looking down at him. “What are you talking about, baby boy? That wouldn’t be a medical procedure.”


There are tears already pouring down the consultant’s cheeks, his eyes watery as he clutches on the doctor for dear life. “Don’t be so mean, doctor…! You worked me up so much, you’re not going to leave me hanging like this, right?” he asks, begging. His grip on his doctor’s sleeve tightens.


“P-Please just put your cock inside me and wreck me!” 


The doctor doesn’t say anything for a moment; he only looks at Zhongli with an unreadable expression and his limbs not moving. And then he grins with all his teeth present. “Alright then, darling.”


Tartaglia swiftly pulls down the consultant’s pants along with his underwear and takes his cock in his hands, pumping it. Zhongli takes off his coat and unbuttons his top, exposing his pink perky buds to his doctor. Tartaglia takes one of them into his mouth, lapping at them. 


“D-Doctor— h-hah! Please…!” Zhongli mewls and his hands find his doctor’s zipper. He unzips the offending pants and pulls out Tartaglia’s hardening dick in his hands. He strokes it, lightly squeezing it, earning a low groan from the other. 


“Please what, baby boy? Use your words.” 


Zhongli takes in a deep breath and looks at his doctor from under his eyelashes, eyes darkened with lust. He opens his red lips and whispers. 


“Please… take me and ruin me, Tartaglia.”


“Oho, what do we have here?”


The doctor chuckles as he sees a pink wire peeking out of the consultant’s hole. He parts them, lo and behold a pink egg vibrator sitting comfortably in Zhongli’s hole. He grins. “So this is why you were so agitated and restless. What a naughty boy you are.”


Zhongli whimpers and bucks his hips, pushing his hole towards the doctor’s cock. “I-I’m sorry for being a naughty boy—ah! Please, doctor… I-I’ve been trying so many toys and they can never satisfy me…!” 


Tartaglia sneers and pulls out the vibrator, leaving it on the floor and thrusting in his cock in one go. Zhongli cries out, the feeling of his doctor’s cock finally in him bringing him to Celestia. Finally … Finally, Tartaglia’s cock is snug in him. 


“Ah, my darling’s hole is so warm and tight…! It’s like your pretty hole is made for your doctor,” the doctor groans, throwing his head slightly back as he thrusts into the consultant. The latter tries to hold himself upward, his arms in front of him and on the wall of the stall. He keens as the cock inside reaches the depths that his toys couldn’t. “O-Oh! D-Doctor there…!”


The smell of his doctor’s perfume and the smoke from his cigarette drives Zhongli crazy, panting and drooling as he’s surrounded by everything belonging to his doctor. He won’t last long if this keeps up!  


Tartaglia pulls out for a moment, grabbing his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lights one up. He takes a deep breath and goes back to fucking him, letting out a puff of smoke as he hits Zhongli’s prostate, earning a loud high-pitched moan from him. 


“M-More…! Wreck me more, d-doctor—ah!” 


The doctor chuckles and grabs Zhongli’s chin, facing it to him. He exhales a large puff of smoke to his face, grinning as the man moans. “You look very beautiful, baby boy. Continue making those pretty sounds of yours, okay?” he nods, a silly and fucked smile on his face. “Yes, doctor. Anything for you.”


Tartaglia pets the brown tufts of hair, cooing. “That’s a good boy.” 


Zhongli pants and bucks his hips against the dick in him, whimpering as it repeatedly hits his prostate. He goes to grab his weeping cock but the doctor slaps his hand away, shaking his head. “Uh-uh, you’ll come by my cock only.” 


The consultant weakly nods. He was already close, so when his doctor pistons into him and hit his prostate, his groins tightens and he clenches his fist. “Doctor I-I’m coming….!” Zhongli cries, drooling and his eyes rolling to the back of their sockets. Tartaglia hisses, stills, and comes as well with a loud groan of his name. The consultant moans weakly as the warm liquid fills him up to the brim, spilling a bit onto the floor. He laments the loss of it and wanted to lick it up, but the floors were not clean. 


They catch their breath for a while, Zhongli shivers as the cock inside him retreats. His doctor’s cum drips out of his gaping and swollen entrance, dripping onto the dirty floor. Tartaglia releases his hips and lets his ass fall to the floor, more of the warm liquid gushing out of him. He couldn’t even clench his hole…!


Tartaglia takes another whiff of his cigarette, looking anywhere but the pitiful sight beneath him: Zhongli surrounded by his doctor’s cum, looking debauched. His lips red, eyes unfocused and hazy, his nipples swollen and his chest moving up and down to catch his breath. The doctor zips up his pants and sighs.


“Look, there’s nothing wrong with you baby boy. I’ll tell your boss to probably stop our meetings, hm? You’re always healthy, so I see no reason why we should continue keeping this charade up,” his doctor says, and panic fills Zhongli’s once unfocused eyes. His eyes widen and he grabs his doctor’s pants, eyes watering. 


“No! Please don’t leave me…! I’ll do anything! I-I’ll find some way to convince Hu Tao…!! Just don’t leave me, Tartaglia…” Zhongli sobs, crying at the thought of losing any contact with his doctor. Tartaglia smirks. 


“You’ll do anything, you say.” Zhongli nods, burying his head onto his pants. 


“You shouldn’t make promises that easily, baby boy.”