#sub xiao

xiao's told you multiple times that he's all yours, that you own all of him. body, mind, soul.. you have his love, his devotion, loyalty, desire, protection.

he knows you love him. he loves you too. so much. so much.. too much..

but even so, that's not enough.

you want more.

more, more, and more of him..

it baffled him. how was he supposed to give you anything else? he's already give you everything he has.

but the thought of you not being satisfied with it, still wanting more and more of him..

you've mentioned it to him before. and you thought it was a turn off for him.

giving all of yourself to your lover, your darling.. and yet, they still want more, crave more..

and it's not that you want more from other people, that's the thing. he knows that you mean you want more of him.

only him. he's the only one that can satisfy your cravings.

and the thought of that.. all of that.. of you wanting everything he can possibly give you and more..

it arouses him..

it makes his face feel hot, his body tingle in ways that he cant explain, a familiar heat coil in his lower stomach..

he's had fantasies about it ever since you told him. him. adeptus xiao. the conqueror of demons, having fantasies and desires..

at first he tried to deny these thoughts. it was highly inappropriate for him to be thinking of his beloved lover in these perverted, vulgar ways.

but he just can't help it. he can't. he doesn't know how to. he's supposed to be good at controlling himself, he's a warrior for archon's sake. self control was a virtue which they were required to have.

and yet, every night, every minute that you're away from him, he has these thoughts..

thoughts of you taking what you want from him.

he knows he has nothing left to give, he's given you everything that he has already.

but if you say that you want more, then in his mind, he's obligated to give you more. and if he can't, you'll just have to take it from him.

take what you want from him, he doesn't care. he'll give what you want.

anything you want. whatever you want, he'll give it to you. he'll do whatever you want..

whenever, wherever you want. take the lead, he prefers it like that. make him feel helpless in your grasp.

pin him to the wall, the ground. pound him into the mattress, fuck him against the wall, make him cum his brains out. after every climax, keep fucking him.

no matter how many times he cries out for you to slow down, to let him rest because his body is too sensitive from the body-shaking orgasm he just had, keep going, go faster.

make him claw at your back, leaving angry red marks on your skin from the absolute brain melting pleasure he's receiving. make his back arch so hard, it looks painful.

make him beg, cry out, plead you to let him come. either that or he begs you to slow down or to quicken your pace.

he wants his eyes rolling back, seeing stars, mouth slightly ajar as he lets out trembling, almost feminine moans and cries. don't let him hold his noises back, stop his from biting his lip..

who cares if the whole of teyvat hears him? he's in so much delicious, mind-blowing pleasure, he doesn't even give a fuck about being quiet anymore.

he wants to be dizzy through it all, and a way to do that is to kiss him in the process. he loves that.

the feeling of your soft, wet lips making out with him tenderly, so passionately all the while pounding into his prostate, at the perfect angle, hitting that spot with every thrust. it makes his head spin, makes his brain foggy..

if he tries to squirm away, grab his hips and shove your length in deeper, watch how his eyes roll back in pleasure, his body tremble, tears flowing down his flushed cheeks.

make him ride you. sink him down onto you and let him set the pace for a bit. observe how he moves, how his breath leaves him with every hit on his prostate.

if he stops or his movement becomes sloppy due to being so overwhelmed with pleasure, lift his hips up and take it from there. fuck up into him and watch his legs tremble as he comes uncontrollably, throwing his head back.

keep lifting his hips, even after he comes. don't listen to his pleads, he doesn't mean them. you two have a safe-word. if he wanted you to stop, he would've said that. keep going until he passes out, he can handle it.

watch him drool as you flip him over, pounding into him, his legs wrapping around your waist, as if to pull you impossibly closer, crying and moaning into your shoulder as you fuck his brains out. fuck him stupid.

lean down and kiss his neck as he cums hard, his body shivering..

you could go all day, all night like this, if both of your staminas can last.

but don't forget to give him aftercare. clean him up, kiss his tears, tenderly make out with him, massage his sore muscles in a warm bath, cuddle him in bed, wearing comfortable pjs, tell him how much you love him, ask him if he feels pain anywhere..

he'd never protest, he'd even go as far as to shyly beg for the same thing the next day first thing in the morning.

turns out he's as insatiable as you are.

"you're not going."

his stern voice cuts through your mind as you were in the middle of packing your stuff, hunched and kneeled down near your cabinet, knees against the inn's cold wooden floors.

xiao'd been pestering you about this for a week. a week since you told him about your mission. you sigh, getting up, the crevices of the wood leaving marks on your knees, even over the fabric of your pants.

"like i told you yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday's yesterday, i'm needed there and i'm most definitely going." you try to reason with him, your voice sounding annoyed and absolutely done with this.

xiao keeps his arms crossed, looking at you with a disapproving frown, "you most definitely are not.".

pestered, you look at him. "why do you keep insisting that i don't? i told you, i'll be f--" "it doesn't matter whether you think you'll be fine, how could you possibly know that?!"

he snaps, yelling, making you jolt in surprise, your eyes widening.

he never yells at you, at least not without a valid and proper reason. was he so angry that he resorted to yelling as a way to make you see that this was a mission in which he did not approve of?

you know he doesn't yell for no reason, he only wants the best for you. he wants to keep you safe and away from harm. but this felt like he was trying to hold you back. it annoyed you, making your head heat up in annoyance, irritation. in the heat of the moment, you clench your fists, yelling back.

"why do you keep talking to me like i'm weak?! do you think i'm weak?! fyi, i'm not a child, xiao! i know what i'm doing! you of all people should know that, and yet you're the one who constantly looks down on me!"

you look at him with such fury in your eyes, not being able to comprehend why it is that xiao keeps trying to stop you. he's your lover, your partner, your other half. he should be encouraging you to be better, not trying to hinder your progress..

right.?

as you yell, his eyes flicker with stunned regret at yelling, sadness, realizing that he accidentally yelled. but he was too far gone and they go back to the furious glare in a blink of an eye.

"even so, you're completely vulnerable to physical injuries! you're a reckless, clumsy, and incompetent fool with a habit of throwing yourself into every treacherous situation that you can possibly think of!"

"..incompetent?"

he freezes at your voice, but eyes remain tainted with anger.

"you think i'm incompetent.?" you ask him, voice low, almost a whisper as you stare at him, eyes wide in.. disbelief. you almost laugh. incompetent. how could he say that?

"so you are calling me weak." you look at him, angry. he realizes what he said. he knows his words hurt you, knowing that he went too far, but his pride kept him from apologizing.

he tried to keep a straight face, scoffing and looking at you.

"perhaps i am. would you blame me?" he says in a cold voice.

"you say that as if you don't trust me." you say, anger and.. sadness in your tone..

"well maybe it's not that i don't, it's the fact that i can't! i can't trust you to take care of yourself these days..!"

his voice slightly trails off in a tint of guilt, but kept the anger.

"you go on these dangerous missions, refuse to call my name, then you come back to me wrapped in bruises and wounds! i've repeated many times for you to call my name, and yet your ego prevents you from doing so!"

"my ego?! ha, you're one to talk about my ego! why don't we talk about yours?!" you step closer to him in anger, pointing, angering him further.

"i. don't. need. your. help!! and as a matter of fact, you can shove away with your pointless promise!!"

you throw the charm that he made you at his chest, the leaf falling to the floor. he stares at it in shock. then it turns into anger, his eyes going back to you.

"fine then! go on your stupid mission, see if i give you even an ounce of my worry!!" he kicks the charm away with a heavy heart, staring at you in anger.

but even if he tried to hold it back, you can see his eyes flicker with worry and sadness.. then he scoffs, turning as he teleports away, his figure dissipating in a cloud of black and teal smoke.

you groan, letting out a breath and looking back at your packed bag. your eyes soften with the realization of how childish this whole thing was. sighing, you walk to your bag and start unpacking..

..

after an hour or so, you sit in bed, wallowing in guilt as you think about where your lover had ended up.

was he mad? after so many years, was he so mad that he didn't want to be with you anymore? you wanted to see him. to apologize. to make things right.

these thoughts flow in your mind and before you could even get up to find him, you feel the wind on your face, the doors of the balcony closing shut as the same cloud of smoke puffed in front of you, revealing the person you've been wanting to see..

xiao.

he was looking down at the ground, a few feet away from you, his face hidden..

you stand up, instinctively wanting to take a step closer, but you stopped yourself, thinking that he needed space.

feeling a lump in your throat as you try to talk, the guilt eating you up..

"xiao, i-"

"i'm sorry." he beats you to the punch, preemptively apologizing before you got the chance to.

"i-i'm.." his voice shakes, looking up and finally, his eyes meet yours. they were red, puffy. as if.. he'd been crying.

"i couldn't resist.. i-i understand that you're undoubtedly still angry with me but i'm sincerely.. t-truly.."

he chokes on his own words as tears start welling in his eyes, biting his trembling lip, trying to hold them back..

"i'm so sorry.. i-i didn't.." he chokes out, his voice so broken as he looks away, expecting you to yell at him in anger, to go away and never show his face to you ever again.. but you didn't..

"xiao.." you softly call out to him softly, but he refuses to meet your eyes again.

your expression turns into a soft sadness, opening your arms to him. "come here."

he looks at you in disbelief.. how could you still want him close, even after he yelled at you with such harsh words..

he was a horrible being, an absolute monster who knows nothing of being a normal, at least decent loving person. because he wasn't normal. he was a weapon.. a mindless killing machine..

and yet you opened your arms to him so welcomingly.. lovingly..?

why.? did you feel pity.?

foolish.. this was foolish.. why did you love him..? you shouldn't..

but even so, he couldn't help but take a step towards you, then practically running into your embrace, his body crashing with yours as you catch him, clinging onto you, body tense and trembling..

"my love.." his voice squeaks against your shoulder, arms tightly wrapped around your neck as you embrace him, your warm body contracting with his cold skin..

the dam breaks and he sobs, hiccuping. "i'm sorry-! i-i'm so so sorry, please forgive me! i didn't mean it, i-i didn't.."

he chokes on his words once more, crying hysterically against your shoulder..

"i didn't mean what i said.. i don't think you're incompetent, i don't, i really don't.." he sobs, "i trust you, i do.. i'm sorry for yelling, i didn't mean to.. i just felt irritated at being so.. helpless, i.. please don't hate me.."

his voice was so sad, so full of horror.. as if he was actually terrified at the thought of you hating him.. just because he yelled..

"forgive me.. please forgive me, my love..." he chokes out..

you run your fingers through his hair, embracing him tightly. "honey, calm down.." you whisper softly, his knees almost buckling as you caress him so softly..

"i know you didn't mean to.. i know darling.."

you gently cup his cheek, trying to wipe his tears away as he hiccups..

"shh shh, oh my darling.." you coo as he leans into your touch, nuzzling your palm and softly crying, closing his eyes, hand gently grabbing your wrist, keeping your hand against his face..

how were you so lovely..? how did he deserve someone like you, being a monster like him..

he opens his eyes, looking up into yours.. he looked so broken, so.. so..

you lean down, softly brushing your lips against his, the ticklish sensation making him slightly tremble more..

he wraps his arms around your neck more prominently, as if wanting to pull you impossibly closer..

"please.. kiss me.." he begs, trying to pull you closer..

you gently caress his cheek as you press your lips against his, kissing him tenderly.

he kisses back with hunger, letting you press him up against the wall of your room, his hands still wrapped around your neck, feeling so comfortable having you close to him like this.

his tears stop, face relaxing as he opens his lips for you, letting your tongue dive in, shuddering as he feels the warm muscle against his.

he lets out a strangled moan as you suddenly picked him up, his legs wrapping around your waist as you walk backwards, sitting down on your couch, sitting him down on your lap as you two make out passionately, all teeth and tongue.

you break the kiss for a little, both of you panting, wanting to look at his expression. his face was flushed, eyes half-lidded and almost drooling as he needily pulls you back in, not wanting to stop, kissing you again.

"mnh..~" he moans softly against your lips as you played with his hair, his legs slightly shifting to put on either side of your torso, arms tightening around your neck.

he was getting dizzy from the kiss, and that was the best part. watching as his kisses always turned sloppy, weak, and messy, needing to hold him up..

you run your fingers through his hair, his eyebrows furrow as you kept the heated kiss, your lips so addictive that he couldn't help himself..

you always were his only weakness. his only desire in this forsaken world..

which is funny. he speaks of desire when back then, he'd swear he didn't have any..

"my love.." he breathes out, breaking the kiss for a bit, trying to catching his breath, face flushed, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead.

his eyes were half-lidded, looking at you with so much affection, as if how much he loved you was painful to his heart..

he nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling you deeply, his body visibly relaxing at your scent, leaving soft apologetic kisses..

"i'm sorry.. for snapping earlier.." he apologizes softly.. "please.. forgive me, my love.."

you rubbed his back, smiling softly.. "it's okay, i know i was being difficult.. i understand why you would get mad. i'm.. i'm sorry for throwing your charm at you.. i couldn't find it.."

he pulls his face up from your shoulder, gently touching your cheek ever so softly.

then he pulls out the charm from his pocket, placing it back on you..

"you.." you softly whisper..

"i looked for it." he admits. "i apologize for kicking it away and off of the balcony.." he guiltily nuzzles back into your shoulder.

he gently holds your hand, kissing it as he kept his head rested on your shoulder. "i love you.. so much.." he softly purred out, "maybe too much.."

you chuckle softly, keeping him in your warm embrace for the rest of the day, whispering sweet and soft nothings.