Warnings: gratuitous depictions of sex, nudity, undressing, and adult language.
Chapter Six: Morax in Love
"A word of advice," Zhongli begins dryly as he reaches the Chief Alchemist's campsite overlooking Luhua Pool. "Gifting someone a painting of themself gives the wrong impression."
The Chief Alchemist turns to greet him with a surprised smile. The Archon extends the scroll to him sheepishly prompting the blond to arch an eyebrow as he steps forward to receive it.
"I don't understand," he says frowning. "Xingqui said you enjoy art. Was this style not to your liking? I confess I decided to stray from my comfort zone and used a calligraphy brush instead of my normal ones so it might not be very good."
"You misunderstood me," Zhongli sighs, crossing his hands behind his back as he moves to inspect a gurgling apparatus filled with colorful liquids. "The painting itself is rather exquisite. It possesses an exceptional aesthetic that is truly mesmerizing. However, your choice of subjects that might give the wrong impression."
"Oh? How so?" The blond asks genuinely intrigued. It was refreshing to find someone so knowledgeable and yet still eager to learn from criticism.
"For instance, this wisteria tree," the God of Commerce begins pausing to clear his throat. "In some cultures, it symbolizes longevity and immortality, in others it can symbolize honor and patience."
"I don't understand," Albedo blinks. "Aren't those desirable traits? I thought you would appreciate being associated with them."
Zhongli does not respond immediately, instead turning to clasp the smaller man's chin with his long fingers, amber eyes searching teal intently for any signs of discomfort or insecurity. The alchemist merely watches him patiently, his hand hanging limply at his side.
His composure irks the Archon of War so badly that he reaches out and strokes his hair tenderly, intent on eliciting a reaction from the younger man. The alchemist shudders at the sudden contact but relaxes almost as quickly, as confusion finally creases his forehead.
"Mr. Zhongli?" He tries uncertainly.
"In Inazuma theatre, wisterias symbolize a great many things," Zhongli continues, pausing to lift and admire several strands of the alchemist's ash blond locks. He lowers his tone to a husky murmur as he leans forward to inhale the blond's scent. "Such as support, sensitivity…bliss…tenderness…sensuality…love…" he trails off dragging his finger over the younger man's lips.
"Mr. Zhong—"
Without preamble or explanation, the God of War claims the alchemist's lips in a deep searing kiss, pressing his petite frame flush against him. Zhongli plunges his tongue into the younger man's mouth, thrusting it hungrily as he greedily tries to savor as much of the alchemist as he could. A savage smile twists his lips as the Chief Alchemist finally begins to squirm.
When the blond tries to flee, Zhongli follows, keeping their lips connected as he pins him against his work desk. He finally releases him but dips his head instead to suckle the exposed flesh above Albedo's golden birthmark. The alchemist mewls sharply as the Archon trails hot, wet kisses along his neck, snaking his long legs between the smaller man's thighs. A sudden stab of realization hits Zhongli when his knee brushes against the blond's growing arousal.
The God of War flushes deeply as he slowly but surely regains control of his senses. In his haze he had lifted the smaller man unto the desk until he was straddling him obscenely. The blonde's robes had ridden up significantly, exposing his pale, slender thighs. Several strands of his soft flaxen hair stood messily where the Geo Archon's roving fingers had pressed them roughly and his thin lips were red and puffy from the heat of their kiss. Zhongli watches them part further ever so slightly as the Chief Alchemist desperately tries to regain his bearings.
The sight alone was enough to drive any sane man mad with desire and it was all Zhongli could do to not take him right there and then. He opens his mouth to apologize but falls silent as the younger man leans forward to brush his lips over the God of Contract's waiting mouth.
The contact sent a ripple of lust through the Archon's vessel. He had never desired a mortal before, and it had been millennia since he had desired another being so ardently. Had he not surrendered his gnosis he would have bound the Kreideprinz's life force to his, content to share all of eternity with him.
The blond lingers mere inches away, teal eyes watching him quietly, his lips excruciatingly close yet further than Zhongli dared to lean.
"W-e should s-stop this," Zhongli croaks finally, not daring to move lest their bodies crash into each other's once more.
"We have stopped," the younger man notes quietly.
It maddens Zhongli how quickly the blond seems to have recovered his composure as his teal eyes latch onto the cracks rippling through his well-crafted veneer. If the alchemist willed it, his kisses would draw out every one of the Archon's most shameful secrets. If the blond so commanded, Morax would smite any being he desired if it meant that he could sink into the searing heat of his skin once more and lose himself in the clouds of his intoxicating scent.
Amber eyes fall on the curious gold birthmark on the alchemist's neck once more and he reaches to trace it longingly down the folds of his collar. Zhongli swallows deeply as the younger man finally leans back, allowing enough space for the Archon to regain his senses if only temporarily.
"How did you find me?" The blond asks softly when he notices what had commanded so much of the brunet's attention.
"Hmm?" The Archon hums distractedly.
"How did you find me?" Albedo repeats. When the God of War takes too long to respond, he shifts ever so slightly to expose more of his neck and repeats his question. His tone dipping precipitously into a husky whisper. "I didn't tell anyone where I was going. So how did you find me?"
"Alatus tr—"
"Who?" Albedo asks blinking suddenly at the strange name.
"An adeptus. He found you and led me to you," Zhongli summarizes.
Silence follows this as the God of Contracts leans forward to reclaim the Alchemist's lips. But Albedo turns away at the last moment as he replays Zhongli's response over and over again.
"The adepti are sacred guardians," the alchemist muses. "Why would one of them—"
Desperate for a distraction, Zhongli reaches between them and palms the younger man's erection through the fabric of his clothes, sending a shudder of pleasure through his slender frame. The Chief Alchemist sighs and rocks into the touch, relishing the delicious friction between them.
"Th-hat settles—ngh! it then! You do want me," Albedo notes incredibly mid-moan. "Or perhaps you only want me because I remind you of another."
"P-pardon?!" Zhongli hisses, slowly pulling away.
"Guizhong," the alchemist whispers as the Archon reaches out to stroke his curious birthmark once more. "Wasn't that who you mistook me for?"
In his mind's eye the God of War pictures the blond prostrate beneath the sky mewling and groaning as he rocks mercilessly into him, arching his back and releasing a breathless cry as Zhongli fills him over and over with sticky ribbons of his thick seed.
When Zhongli doesn't immediately respond, the smaller man reaches between them yet again to fondle the growing bulge in his trousers. The God of War exhales sharply as his large hand seizes the Alchemist's in time to avert disaster.
"Don't," he growls tersely in warning.
"Very well," the blond sighs closing his eyes and shifting to slide off the desk. The Archon of Commerce seizes his hips before he can fully escape, holding him fast as their eyes meet once more. The blond arches a quizzical eyebrow as he notes the veins in the older man's hands and reaches down to trace them with his fingers.
His touch is feathery and lingers almost adoringly, sending tendrils of fire racing up Zhongli's arm. Gritting his teeth, the God of War clenches his arms into fists, pressing them against the table pinning the smaller man in place.
"Stay," he murmurs leaning forward to claim the blond's lips in his. The Alchemist hums his assent as he leans into the kiss, his fingers flying to undress Zhongli.
The Archon pulls back to watch the Knight fumble with the buttons of his tailcoat before nudging them away and undressing himself. It was clear from the smaller man's adoring gaze that this is the first time another had bared themselves to him so brazenly and he relishes the attention his movements attracted. When he was done, Albedo clumsily begins to fumble with his own robes before Zhongli reaches between them and stays his hands, nudging them away once more.
"Let me," he offers.
Without waiting for the smaller man's response, he nudges the white outer robe from his shoulders revealing the grey hanfu beneath. Disrobed, the petite Knight's frame seems somehow smaller as the Archon's touch lingers on his shoulders. His fingers stray to the sash below and deftly tug it free, loosening the blond's hanfu. He slips a hand to part the hanfu daringly, exposing the plain black robe shielding the alchemist's naked flesh.
He coaxes this too over the blond's shoulder allowing it to pool at the smaller man's feet as he reaches once more to undo the final layer depriving him of his prize. The knot comes free almost too quickly and Zhongli has to force his hands to remain patient. But as soon as the alchemist's collarbone is revealed, his mouth descends to envelop it obscenely.
The smaller man pants at the sudden contact grinding into the God of War as his ministrations stray lower. His tongue latches unto one of the blond's nipples and the Knight bites his lips to force back a lascivious mewl. Zhongli reaches to stroke the alchemist's lips, forcing them free as his suckling intensifies.
"Mppgfh! Argghh! Urrfggh!" The Alchemist cries out, wantonly surrendering the final vestiges of his trademark aloofness to the Archon's audacious fingers.
The God of War surveys his latest conquest splayed helplessly on the table beneath him, panting and gasping as he releases the blond's nipple with an obscene pop. The Alchemist recovers enough of his senses to weakly try to shed the last of his clothing. But Zhongli's large hand quickly arrest his, pinning them high above his head as he snakes his other hand to cup the Kreideprinz's sex.
He pumps the dripping organ slowly drawing out a pained mewl that startles the birds singing in a nearby tree. Albedo squeals recklessly, arching into the Archon's touch as he hurtles towards his inevitable release. At the last moment, the Lord of Commerce bends lower and engulfs his lover's twitching member in his mouth, suckling it obscenely as his amber eyes drink in the sight of the now-thrashing Knight. A sudden explosion of salt fills Zhongli's mouth as Albedo releases a long, strangled cry.
Ripples of pleasure convulse through the blond's petite frame as Zhongli scans the campsite for something to use as lubricant. A satchel of vials lying in Albedo's tent catches his eye and he lifts the blond from the desk and carries him over. Depositing him carefully unto the plush sleeping bag, Zhongli examines the vials' labels before settling on some hydro slime condensate. He applies a generous dollop unto his fingers before lowering them to the Knight's puckered entrance.
Albedo cries obscenely once more as the taller man inserts his first finger before coaxing a second. By the third finger, the blond is arching his back once more, causing his half-erect member to bobble lewdly. Zhongli seizes the organ once more to distract the younger man as he carefully retracts his fingers. He positions his dripping sex at Albedo's backside with one hand while the other continues to pump the Chief Alchemist. As the Kreideprinz's teal eyes dim with the sheen of anticipation, Zhongli thrusts forward, burying his organ deep within him. The force arches the blond's back yet again as he releases a pained howl.
Zhongli leans forward to press a trail of apologetic kisses against Albedo's parted lips, murmuring a flurry of apologies as he resists the temptation to begin moving. They remain like this for several moments, conjoined but motionless as the Chief Alchemist adjusts to the girth of his lover's member. As the Archon studies the smaller man's pained expression, he begins to pull away, concerned that he might have inflicted irreparable injury. But the blond's legs quickly wrap around the Lord of War's waist, holding him in place as teal eyes flicker open once more to meet his.
The God of War leans down and claims the Kreideprinz's lips hungrily as he slowly but surely begins to thrust into him. Once the blond adjusts to the pain, he begins to rock into the older man's thrusts matching his rhythm with equal fervor.
"Mmmpp! H-harder! D-d-deeper! Nghrrh! Faster!" Albedo pleads, teal eyes searching the heavens.
Morax happily obliges, increasing the intensity of his thrusts as his strangled grunts rip across Luhua Pool. A light tremor shakes the earth beneath them as he releases deep inside Albedo, holding the blond fast against his sleeping bag as he empties himself. Once he is done, the Alchemist pulls him down weakly for a kiss. The God of Commerce feels himself harden once more as his hands pump out the final strings of the Kreideprinz's own release. He pulls away briefly and settles into a sitting position, watching his seed trickle obscenely from the younger man's puckered entrance.
When the Knight tries to pull himself weakly unto his elbows, Zhongli leans forward and lifts him, guiding his entrance down unto his waiting manhood before thrusting into him yet again. The blond cries out as the Archon takes him yet again this time from behind. As the Lord of War reaches for Albedo's now-flaccid member, the blond squirms forward, forcing Zhongli's manhood out of his entrance.
The God of War follows him with a possessive growl, thrusting into the blond and knocking him unto his knees. His long fingers claim their prize and pump the Chief Alchemist in time with his trusts. As he moves, Zhongli lifts the Alchemist's leg obscenely, leaving it to rest on his broad strong shoulder.
Beneath the canopy of the stars they indulge in each other's bodies. Suckling, kneading, caressing, groping, and thrusting until ecstasy and exhaustion finally claim them. Before succumbing to sleep, Zhongli pulls the covers of Albedo's sleeping bag over their naked bodies, shielding them from the chilly night breeze sweeping through Luhua Pool.
Content with soothing warmth of the other's embrace, they sleep soundly unaware of the Boughkeeper's disapproving gaze trailing them.