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Zhongli / Kaeya | #ZhongKae
CW: Monsterfucking (Both are monsters!), NSFWE Topics, Sex Work, Modern AU, Dubious Consent / Dubcon.
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The place sandwiched between a sex shop that had a reputation for selling returned and used toys and the office of a notorious loan shark was a strip club that might have been easy to miss, if one didn't know what was behind the curtains in the back.

It was said that once a week, every Thursday night, the club would break out what they called 'special shows'--and once a month, for the right price, one could touch the untouchable.

For the last sixteen weeks, Zhongli had secured one room for himself in particular.

From the outside, the room was a seemingly normal private venue to the rest of the very public strip club; a place for private shows, and not the dubious legality of something more.

But oh, how it was his favorite.

Like clockword, he arrived to sit in the shadows.

Wolves were creatures of habit, after all. A reserved, formal Alpha of the oldest local werewolf pack was no exception. He knew what he liked, and that beast deep inside of him demanded it of him when he found it.

This night was no different--other than the fact that the owner himself had met him at the door, given him a nervous look over, and taken a rather sizeable envelope directly from Zhongli's hand.

The message had been sent, and afterwards, he allowed himself to be led back again.

Always the same room.

And what a perfect room for viewing it was.

The door closed behind him, and he was left in silence and solitude until he moved over to the wall, pulling the cord there that he knew how to find from touch alone.

The curtains against the wall dropped.

The glass took up the entire wall--though it couldn't really be called a wall, given how thin it was. No, in all essence of the word, it was simply a large... tank.

The water was illuminated from built in lights at the bottom-- and for now, it was empty.

He had time.

Zhongli closed his eyes as he sat at the chair in the middle of the room, drawing in the scent slowly. It was hard to shake the stench of cigarette smoke and booze clinging to him from the club, but slowly, he could pick up salt.

Salt and something else.

If he closed every sense to anything happening outside the room, he could enjoy himself. When he heard the sound of the soft splash of water, he opened his eyes again--fully aware that from the other side of the glass, the object of his attention would only see his eyes.

Glowing in the darkness, a sharp golden in the shadows. Like looking out to the shine of a wolf's eyes outside of a window.

It was the same slender frame that had drawn him back night and night again to this place over the course of so many months.

Bronze flesh that dipped and faded into azure scales and silver fins at the hips, a body swathed in silks that floated weightlessly in the water but ultimately left very little to his imagination.

A pretty gaze that looked like a star in the sky, with its twin half covered.

Like it did every time, Zhongli's breath hitched softly at the slow spin the merman made, a dance-like gesture in the small space that he was given to do so. There were no poles or stages here--just the water and a creature to beautiful for words.

He knew, feasibly, that this mer had a human form that he traversed the city with.

Zhongli had caught this scent on the wind several times before, so they weren't keeping him locked up in these tanks.

He might, under certain circumstances, think that to be a bad idea.

Out in the wilds of the city, anyone could snatch him up, after all.

Zhongli had been hard pressed not to make a move sooner. For now, however, he would watch, and he would wait.

He had paid his dues. He would get what he wanted in due time.

The silver of the scales around the mer's fins caught the low light, glistening a reflection that shimmered across Zhongli's thighs.

His gloved hands tightened against his pants leg as slender, half-webbed fingers lifted up, and the mer started to undress.

As he always did, he took his time.

He was paid good money for these shows, so there was no need to rush things. A bangle from his wrist here, to float to the bottom of the water-- a slip of silk there, sliding low on his shoulder. A peek. Always little peeks.

Zhongli's thirst was so intense he was sure he could drink every drop of water in the tank that framed the merman so beautifully.

Like a living, breathing piece of art.

Collarbones.
Shoulders.
Arms.
Chest.

Zhongli knew he was going to knot before the end of the night, whether he was buried in the exquisite creature in front of him or not.

But it was a likely result.

His heart is loud in his own ears when he watches the silk peeled away from his chest entirely, showing skin that Zhongli knows, somewhere in his heart, to be soft to the touch. Smooth.

Masturbation is expected in these private shows. It's what the extra money was for.

But he never gets to see this pretty creature touch himself for long. He is coy, that way--he knows that it must be the same client for those intensely gold eyes to glow in the darkness every time.

His obsession only shows a little bit each time. Always enough to tease.

He's seen those fingers dip into that hidden slit just around the mer's hips before. He's seen his body tremble under his own touch.

But tonight he does more than see.

Tonight, as he watches those slender fingers worth down the mer's own body, he stands.

Because those eyes move in the shadows, the mer's fingers stop in slight confusion.

Zhongli takes a few, careful steps forward, and removes one glove to tap a sharp, clawed fingertip to the glass. Only a partial shift, only his claws, but it's enough to make the mer pause.

Then the werewolf pulled that same hand back, slamming his fist hard enough against the glass that spiderweb cracks erupt across its surface immediately. They spread rapidly--before Zhongli takes one step back.

The glass shatters, flooding the room and rushing the mer out.

Zhongli is waiting--as the water mixed with shards of glass, rushes around his calves and ankles, the mer lurched forward, all pretty blue hair loose around his shoulders.

He falls right into Zhongli's arms, startled.

"What the hell-"

"Your contract stipulates that you work once a week with the condition that you give a more intimate show once monthly," Zhongli answered, ignoring the fishman's slight, startled squirming. "The latter of which you have not been asked to fulfill since you began working. Correct?"

The mer in his arms went still, eyes wide as he looked up to the sharp, near-ravenous gaze of the wolf holding him almost effortlessly up.

"How do you know that?" He asked, voice quiet. Lovely. Like he could certainly tease, if he wasn't so bewildered.

The werewolf carried him back to the chair, at least pleased that he was able to breathe without the water after all. He sat, holding the mer steadfast in his arms.

"Because I've bought both this club, your contract, and everything involved."

It felt so good to finally have his hands on him--though he wasn't feeling him up just yet. The scales under one hand, the skin under the other.

"Nothing will change for you," Zhongli reassured, hesitant and hyperaware of his inclination to be possessive.

"This is definitely a change," the mer pointed out, swallowing. "You /broke/ my tank."

"I have a better one for you already. You'll never have to perform here again."

"This is a bit sudden." Despite that, Zhongli could scent the strange excitement in the air.

"You may tell me to stop."

The mer seemed to pause at that, and amused, he lifted his fingers to brush along Zhongli's cheek. "You're the one that's been watching me from the start." Those eyes were unmistakable, even out of the glass tank.

"I am."

Every week. Clockwork. Even on the cycles of the full moon, when Zhongli had barely been able to hold back his teeth and transformation and had wanted to rip the club apart for just a scent of his hair.

Unwavering.

"My name is Kaeya," the mer introduced finally, that spark of interest never leaving his eyes. "And if you're going to call on the contract..."

His voice dropped, making those sultry tones that the wolf had always known him capable of.

"Be gentle with me."

Zhongli nearly bore his teeth at the raw, hungry response it inspired in him--but his claws pulled back, because this was not the time for them.

"I will give you that reprieve, once."

"You must have been waiting for me for a long time," Kaeya hummed, bemused.

He allowed the mer that amusement for only seconds, before his thumb found the slit at the front of his hips that he'd seen teased a dozen times before.

Kaeya groaned aloud, shifting his arms up around Zhongli's shoulders, shivering as the thumb teased him open.

It's not the same as a human's, but close. The deeper he dipped his finger the louder Kaeya seemed to get, and he busied himself with nipping up along one of the pretty, flared fins at his temple. Zhongli worked another finger into him, exploring him.

The mer was warm inside.

He couldn't very well fuck him on the chair, not in a comfortable position, and the floor and tank were now out of the question thanks to the glass scattered across both.

But Zhongli wants to savor this. He fingers him slowly until Kaeya is flushed and breathy.

It's easy to find what makes him a little louder, and what makes him squirm more--but the werewolf holds fast to him, eyes dark as he offered a low, possessive growl under his chin as his teeth and lips left marks there, despite Kaeya's startled, soft protests.

Marks were not a stipulation in the contract. Until Kaeya clarified it in writing, he was free to make any passing stranger distinctly aware that Zhongli had been there.

He slipped his thumb away, instead replacing it first two fingers, and finding Kaeya's body had give, three.

The mer was struggling not to squirm out of his grasp, holding tight to him while Zhongli's fingers explored and defiled him, coaxing squeezes and little rushes of a slightly salty fluid from him where it pooled in the dip of his tail.

"The next time we do this," Zhongli promised softly into his jaw, teeth sharp, "I will knot you properly and fill this hole up."

Kaeya gave a soft, startled moan, either the promise or the mental image making him shiver suddenly.

His head tilted back when he came, pulsing sweet around the fingers inside of him as his own claws, sharp and not as easily retractable as Zhongli's, dig against his shoulder.

It's a satisfying pain, because it's laced with watching the mer /actually/ cum this time.

His tail flicked, half curling as he whimpered, rasping softly. "Your name, what's your name-"

"Zhongli," he offered, lips curling into a smile that bore his fangs. "Let's hear you say it properly."

Without warning, before Kaeya could recover, his fingers start moving again.

Zhongli had had the foresight to ask if the rooms were soundproofed.

Fortunately for him, no one would be hearing Kaeya scream his name for the next hour or so.

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