Tags & trigger warnings: Emetophilia, vomit, Stuffing/overstuffing, feeding kink, minor violence, Master/pet, sub/dom, Tartaglia being a little shit, Sub Tartaglia, mentions of aftercare

Summary: Childe has a problem with showing respect for his superiors, Scaramouche is happily willing to correct that issue.

Posted to Ao3: May 2nd 2021

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It started with a bet and a sparring session. The loser had to do whatever the winner asked of them.

While the use of Delusions and Visions were on the table, Childe's use of the Foul Legacy transformation was not. After all, Harbingers weren't allowed to kill each other, and Childe was pretty sure that no matter how much the Tsarita favored him even he couldn't dodge punishment if he actually turned Scaramouche into a pincushion.

"You are one dumb bastard aren't you," Scaramouche said as he stepped on Childe's chest, electro crackling at his fingers tips.

Childe just smirked; he'd admit that he wasn't the most proficient with a bow, so maybe he shouldn't have used it in the sparring session against the 6th harbinger. Especially not when the man was a catalyst user.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes. "If you're this shit at using a bow I can see why you got your ass handed to you by that honorary knight."

At his words Childe chuckled, then he spoke. "Probably but they were a bigger target compared to you, taller to-"

It is at this moment when Scaramouche slams Childe's head into the ground, that Childe briefly wonders if the Traveler was right about him needing to learn when to shut up.

Doing his best to blink away the stars filling his vision he smiled slightly, excitement humming in his veins as he feels Scaramouche move until he's straddling him.

Scaramouche grabbed the front of Childe's jacket, yanking him up slightly so that they were face to face. "Respect your superiors, you dumb dog," he growled.

Childe grinned. It wasn't the first time he'd heard those words and it definitely wouldn't be the last. "You're the one who chose this dumb dog remember, comrade?"

Honestly, Childe was not sure what it was he and Scaramouche had going on. Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies maybe? Although he didn't mind, either way, it kept them both entertained at least.

The 6th harbinger's eyes narrowed for a moment as he stared at Childe. Then he released him with a soft huff. Scaramouche rolled his eyes but made no move to stand up, instead, his hand drifted upward to cup Childe's face.

Scaramouche gives a soft hum. "I always get stuck with the worst pets, they're either feral and stupid or just annoying."

Childe reached up slightly placing his hands on Scaramouche's waist, as he gave him a small shrug. "Sounds like a you problem to me."

Scaramouche glared at Childe as though for a moment he's regretting not gutting him when he had the chance. Then he sighed, shaking his head, bending down a bit he gave Childe a brief kiss on the lips.

"You're really lucky you're pretty, because you're so stupid it's painful," he muttered as he drew back.

Scaramouche got to his feet allowing Childe to finally sit up.

"So, what do you want?" Childe asked as he picked up his bow from where he'd dropped it. He stood up and looked at Scaramouche to see the other man staring at him. "You won after all."

Scaramouche's eyes roved over Childe, a familiar glint in his eyes. He gave a soft hum as if lost in thought, eventually, he spoke a slight smile on his face. "Two days from now, I'll come and get you so be ready. If you waste my time things will only get worse for you."

Childe chuckled. "Whatever you say. Two days from now, be ready, got it."

A smirk spread over Scaramouche's face. "So you can learn, good doggy."

"Maybe I'd learn easier if my owner wasn't such a-" Childe dodged to the side as a spark of lighting suddenly arched from Scaramouche's fingers.

Childe sneered as the other man glared at him. "If you wanna go again Scara I don't mind."

"Don't call me that in public you dumbass!" He hissed. Rolling his eyes Scaramouche lowered his hand. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood or I'd fry whatever brain cells you have left."

"Awww, I love you too," Childe told him with a grin

Shaking his head, Scaramouche gave a soft huff before walking away, as he did Childe caught sight of the slight red blush on his face.

~~~

It is only when the day arrives that Childe begins to wonder what it is Scaramouche would want him to do.

Knowing him it probably involves a muzzle and leash. Childe thought as his eyes drifted up to the clock sitting in the corner of his office. It was almost sunset, with night typically falling early in Snezhnaya, something Childe was trying to get used to again after being away in Liyue for so long.

He's yawning and in the middle of trying to organize the paperwork on his desk when he hears familiar footsteps approaching the office door. Then the door is practically slammed open to reveal a very pissed-off-looking Scaramouche.

Childe looked between the door and Scaramouche before sighing. "You know knocking probably would've been fine right?"

"So this is where you are," he huffed as he approached Childe's desk. "I thought I told you to be ready, are you deaf or just stupid. Do you know how long it took me to find you?"

Childe gave a small snort as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, you said you'd come get me. So if you wanted me to meet you instead, maybe you should've told me where to wait. Also if my office wasn't the first place you checked that's your fault."

As Scaramouche glared at him the smile on Childe's face only grew. This exchange was the usual between them, the only time they weren't bickering and at each other's throats was when they were in bed, although there were the rare occasions where sometimes neither one had the energy for it.

Childe wouldn't admit it but Scaramouche was very adorable when riled up, and Scaramouche would rather die before he admitted that he loved the way Childe looked at him in these moments.

"That's strike one, it seems you still have no idea how to respect your superiors. But don't worry, we'll correct that real soon," Scaramouche sighed.

At his words, Childe felt a spark of excitement shoot through his veins. "So Scara, what are we doing today?" He asked after a moment. The anticipation was killing him.

Childe froze however when Scaramouche didn't take the usual bait of calling him by a nickname, instead the man closed his eyes and took a deep breath as though he was calming himself down. Then he looked at Childe once more, a glint in his eyes and a familiar mischievous smile on his face.

"That's strike two, as for what we're doing tonight I'd like you to follow me," Scaramouche told him although his tone didn't leave any room for disagreement.

That spark of excitement Childe felt early grew into a full-fledged fire. He was very, very tempted to see where getting to strike three would get him but he was also really curious about what Scaramouche had planned for tonight.

In the end, his curiosity won out, setting his paperwork off to the side Childe climbed to his feet. "Alright Scara, let's go."

He saw Scaramouche pause briefly like he's resisting the urge to strangle him before he turned and walked out of Childe's office not waiting for the eleventh harbinger to follow.

His mind is racing as he tries his best to imagine what Scaramouche could have in store for him. It wasn't another fight because the training rooms were in the other direction.

Scaramouche's quarters were in this direction though, along with his office.

Maybe he's gonna make me do his paperwork for him. Childe thought as he stared at Scaramouche. The man wasn't wearing his usual hat, which allowed Childe to get a good view.

While it was one of the more boring things he'd thought, he wouldn't be surprised. He was pretty sure out of the Harbingers the only one who enjoyed doing paperwork was Dottore, but he was weirdo anyway.

There was another possibility that crossed Childe's mind, sex but Scaramouche hadn't been holding a collar and leash when he barged into Childe's office.

Scaramouche stopped suddenly which made Childe glance up, just as he thought they were outside of Scaramouche's living quarters.

"So...what are we doing tonight Scara?" Childe asked as he followed Scaramouche inside. As he spoke he reached out, bending down a bit to sling his arm over Scaramouche's shoulder, nuzzling his face a bit into his neck.

The usual scent of flora and incense that typically flowed through the air was gone instead replaced with the scent of spices as though someone had been cooking.

Scaramouche glanced at him, a smirk crawling across his face as he moved out of Childe's grip, relishing in the way the other man nearly pouted at the loss of contact.

"Be a good doggy and follow me," Scaramouche told him as walked into the dining room.

Childe followed, only because he wanted to, of course, only to stop in the doorway eyes wide. "What the hell, did you do this?" He asked in shock, gesturing to the practical buffet of food lining the table.

It looked good honestly, way too good to be true in fact which made Childe eye the food wearily.

"Of course I did, idiot, all of it is recipes used in Inazuma, " Scaramouche huffed rolling his eyes.

That fact did not ease Childe's suspicion in the least, in fact, it made it worse. Between the two of them, Childe was the one who did most of the housework when necessary, he wasn't even sure if Scaramouche knew how to cook much less make a feast like this.

"There's no way you did this, you pawned it off to one of your subordinates didn't you?" Childe said as he walked closer to the table. The food really did smell good. "Either that or it tastes like dirt and poison."

"Why do you think I needed two days dumbass? " Scaramouche told him as he sat down in one of the nearby chairs. "Besides if I wanted to kill you I wouldn't poison you, that's too painless."

Childe glanced at the food again as he sat down next to Scaramouche, rolling his eyes when he saw the utensils in front of him. "Really, chopsticks?"

"Yes chopsticks, you were in Liyue how long and you still can't use them, absolutely pitiful, " Scaramouche said with a smirk on his face.

Childe looked at him with narrowed eyes, watching as the other man used his chopsticks to pick up one of the dumplings with ease.

"It's not like I didn't try to learn, " Childe grumbled. "In fact, Zhongli bought me a pair to use."

Scaramouche stopped in the middle of grabbing another dumpling and glared at Childe. "Did he now?"

A small smile crawled across Childe's face, he knew that he'd struck a nerve. "Yep, even with his help, I couldn't get it. Kind of a shame he was too busy to come back to Snezhnaya with me, although he did say he'd come to visit once things calm down. Still-"

Childe froze for a moment, eyes wide as Scaramouche suddenly shoved a piece of food in his mouth. Surprisingly the food tasted fine, great even which admittedly shocked Childe.

"So you can cook," Childe said as he chewed.

"That's strike three, your disobedience is as endless as your stupidity isn't it?" Scaramouche said as he glared up at him. The small smile on his face was one Childe hand seen many a time, typically right before Scaramouche slipped that muzzle over his face when he got a little too mouthy. "Now, as for what I want you to do for me, I want you to be a good little dog and have dinner with your master. And maybe, just maybe if you can learn some respect I'll give you something nice."

"Dinner? That's it, Scara?" Childe asked slowly, opening his mouth to let Scaramouche feed him another piece of food. Childe wasn't going to complain honestly, was he surprised yes, was he suspicious, yes but he didn't sense any hostility coming off the other man. Yet anyway.

Scaramouche smiled and nodded. "That's it, I'm aware that you're not the smartest pet I've had, so I made it simple enough for even you to manage." Despite his words, his tone made it seem like Childe didn't have a choice.

"If you were this agreeable with everyone you'd probably have more friends and fewer bodies to hide," Childe pointed out as he allowed Scaramouche to feed him again.

Giving a soft hum, Scaramouche looked up at him a familiar glint in his eyes. "Maybe, but I already have one pet that's a handful, I don't need another right now."

His words practically set off every instinct Childe had. Scaramouche agreeing with him, without fighting tooth and nail beforehand? No way, something was wrong, Childe didn't know what it was yet, but something was wrong. Hell maybe Childe was asleep at his desk, and this was all a dream.

Still despite the feeling of weariness, there was also a feeling of excitement. He couldn't wait to see what would happen as the night went on.

~~~

Childe leaned away slightly as Scaramouche attempted to feed him again. This had been going on for a little while with Scaramouche feeding Childe off his chopsticks before feeding himself.

Childe frowned as he looked Scaramouche up and down, he'd eaten the same amount as Childe but the man didn't seem full at all. As if his stomach was a black hole. Was he even human? Before Childe had gone to Liyue he'd probably have said yes. But now after his incident with Zhongli, he had no clue anymore.

"Why are you stopping?" Scaramouche asked him, his head tilted slightly, a small smile on his face. He was still holding a piece of food up to Childe's mouth.

"Because I'm full?" Childe said as though it were obvious. He was telling the truth, his stomach felt slightly stretched, not painful or aching but definitely noticeable.

The smile on Scaramouche's face twisted into a smirk as he stared at Childe. "I know, but I didn't say you could stop did I? Can't let all this food go to waste especially considering how long it took me to do this."

"You-"

Before Childe could finish speaking Scaramouche used the opportunity to shove the piece of food into his open mouth. "As I said, be a good doggy and have dinner with me that's all I asked for. I didn't lie."

Childe glared at him as he chewed the food in his mouth, when he forced it down he winced as his stomach began to ache a bit. "Dinner typically doesn't mean a buffet you asshole."

Scaramouche sneered at him. "So you're admitting you can't do it huh? Is that it? If you want to give up, go ahead, I'm not stopping you."

"I didn't say that dammit!" Childe snapped. He shook his head as he glared at the other plates of food lining the table. There were at least five or six full plates left, that was fine he could definitely do this. He could finish all this. "I'll show you, let's get this over with."

"Good boy," Scaramouche said, reaching out with one hand, he patted Childe's head before picking up another piece of food. As Childe accepted it he didn't miss the way he winced or the way one hand brushed across his stomach.

The sight of it brought a smile to Scaramouche's face.

~~~

Full, Childe was way too full. His stomach ached nearly stretched to the breaking point with the mass of food in his stomach. He'd gone quiet as well trying to breathe through the near overwhelming nausea as he swallowed back bile, his stomach angrily sloshed and gurgled clearly upset with being stuffed so heavily.

Scaramouche simply watched him for a moment or two, taking in Childe's pale almost ashen skin. The slightly glassy look to his blue eyes, the small panting breaths as he swallowed trying to keep his stomach contents in place.

"Aww look at you," Scaramouche cooed as he reached out and ran his fingers through Childe's hair with his free hand.

Childe glared at him although he didn't exactly have the energy to put any malice behind it at the moment.

Scaramouche brought another piece of food up to Childe's mouth and Childe closed his eyes as the scent of it caused his stomach to flip an ominous gurgle echoing out from his stomach.

He lurched forward eyes going wide, as his swollen stomach heaved. "Shit!" He forced out slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Scara."

Scaramouche looked over at Childe, giving a soft hum. "What is? Use your words, doggy."

Childe glared at him, swallowing hard as he felt bile rising in the back of his throat. "I need to throw up."

Scaramouche gave another hum, a grin spreading across his face. "No."

Childe froze for a moment, his eyes going wide as he processed what Scaramouche had just said."You bast-" Childe was cut off as he lurched forward with another heave. His stomach forcing up the remains of his undigested dinner, the sharp bitter taste coating his mouth as he struggled to contain it.

"See, that type of disrespect towards your superiors is exactly why I said no. If you want me to help you then ask for it the correct way," Scaramouche said with a smirk, he reached out placing his free hand over the one Childe had clamped across his mouth.

Childe glared at him, tears in his eyes which made Scaramouche's smirk grow. "Swallow doggy, if you don't hold it in then your punishment will get worse."

Childe squeezed his eyes closed, his breaths coming out in strained hushed pants. His entire body was trembling, as he forced himself to swallow, forcing back the contents of his stomach. He shuddered, giving a small groan as the mass of food and bile seemed to plummet into his stomach and sit like a rock causing the irritated organ to cramp and emit an audible gurgling noise.

There was also a very bitter aftertaste left behind in his mouth that only made the nausea worse. Slowly, Childe opened his eyes and glanced over at Scaramouche to see the man giving him a warm smile as he drew back.

"Good boy, now, if you learn to ask the right way maybe you'll be free."

Childe glared at him, that flame of stubbornness in his eyes refusing to die down. "Fuck you," He growled still panting. The mass of food sat heavily in his stomach, practically choking him, the normally lean and muscled flesh there was incredibly bloated.

"There you go being a feral little mutt again, don't worry we'll correct that soon enough. I wonder how long you'll hold out," Scaramouche said as he glanced at the two plates of food left on the table.

Childe gave a small exhausted chuckle. "Yeah...let's see."

Smiling Scaramouche brought the chopsticks up to Childe's mouth, a jolt of excitement running through him as Childe took the food, still glaring the entire time.

~~~

Childe whimpered as he rested his head on the table for a moment, his stomach was in absolute agony and way, way too full. He felt as though he could barely breathe as he swallowed back the waves of bile that kept trying to climb up his throat.

His eyes were glassy and glazed over with tears making his usual sharp blue eyes appear dazed. His face streaked with sweat and he was panting softly, a slight amount of drool trickling from the corner of his lips.

Scaramouche found him really adorable like this. "Four more bites and you're done, okay?" He said cheerfully as though Childe wasn't practically breaking down in front of him.

Childe slowly glanced at him, giving a small stilted nod. He could exactly speak at the moment, he was sure if he tried he'd just end up puking everywhere. A small spark of stubbornness still in his eyes refusing to go out.

"Good doggy," Scaramouche cooed as he gently carded his fingers through Childe's hair.

Despite there only being four more bites of food, it only took one more to set Childe's stomach off. Scaramouche leaned away, eyes widening slightly as Childe suddenly retched his body giving no other warning than that as a wave of partially digested food spread across the table.

Childe propped himself up on his elbows, eyes wide as he lurched forward one hand in front of his mouth as though he was trying to reduce the mess, his stomach heaving sending up a loud wet burp along with another thick wave of vomit. It splashed onto the near-empty plate in front of him, filling it almost instantly until it was dripping onto the table.

He groaned, shaking his head slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut, he could feel the thick slimy vomit between his fingers. He had just enough time to notice that it was disgustingly warm, the sharp sour scent filling his nose before he lurched forward again a wet retch tearing from his lips along with more vomit.

It took a while until Childe was finally empty, he groaned trying to rub his still aching stomach. He slowly looked up through half-lidded eyes clouded with tears when Scaramouche suddenly chuckled.

"Well, would you look at that, looks like you couldn't hold out after all," He said with a smirk as he got to his feet. "Disobedient to the end. Good thing I made more extra, I had a feeling this would happen. Looks like we'll just have to start over."

At the mention of food, Childe gagged, his stomach still trying to turn itself inside out.

Scaramouche turned to go to the when Childe reached out and weakly grabbed his wrist. "N-no, please."

Stopping Scaramouche looked at him, a small smile on his face. "That's not how you ask me for something, remember? Please what?"

Childe was quiet for a moment, his gaze going to the floor as a slight blush appeared on his face. "Please...Master," he said it almost shyly, not meeting Scaramouche's eyes.

Chuckling Scaramouche turned to him and began carding his fingers through Childe's hair, relishing in the way Childe practically leaned into his touch. "There you, see you can be trained. You're such a good boy. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."