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“Good morning, baobei.” A voice says, rough yet warm in the best way possible. Chu Wanning stirs in his sleep, still clinging to the last vestiges of his dream before his husband gets way too insistent about waking him up for breakfast.
It was a nice dream, too. Mo Ran was in it, as per usual, arranging the ingredients for what seems to be a batch of soft, round tangyuan balls. Chu Wanning remembers himself watching from the doorway, observing how Mo Ran moves quickly and efficiently in the kitchen. He does not waste a single movement, everything is calculated precisely in such an elegant manner that he almost looks like he’s just dancing.
“Wanning?” Mo Ran called out, not bothering to look back. “What are you doing just standing there? Come here.”
And so Chu Wanning walked towards him, careful not to get too close and disturb his graceful dance. This close, he could see the tiny balls of dough that Mo Ran had finished preparing, sitting patiently on a wide plate beside a steaming pot of water.
Mo Ran turns to look at him, flashing Chu Wanning a light smile. “These are almost done. I’m just waiting for the water to boil so I can cook the dough and then we can eat.”
“I’m not—” Chu Wanning was about to answer when a pair of familiar arms circled around his waist. This is—
“Wanning, you left this Venerable One outside.” That was certainly Taxian-Jun’s voice, but how—
“Baobei.”
Chu Wanning blearily opens his eyes. There Mo Ran is, hair slightly ruffled from tossing and turning and his eyes still partly closed. No sign of any weird occurrences around them like that weird scenario that happened in Chu Wanning’s dream.
He feels very, very warm. The slight chill in the air has only grown colder ever since autumn started rolling in, which in turn makes Chu Wanning resort to holding onto Mo Ran every night since then. Not that he’s complaining, though. Not only is Mo Ran the living equivalent of a furnace, he is also very… satisfying to hold.
Anyways.
Chu Wanning notices that Mo Ran’s arms are currently away from his body, yet he feels a solid weight of what is definitely an arm on the plane of his stomach. Chu Wanning furrows his eyebrows and turns his head to the other side only to find—
“Good morning, Wanning.” Taxian-Jun greets him with a smirk. Apparently, Mo Ran did not grow a third arm overnight, he just grew a whole body identical to his.
While Chu Wanning is trying to process this information, he realizes that the body that Taxian-Jun is in is his original body from a previous lifetime, a little slimmer and lighter than this lifetime’s Mo Ran. It hasn’t even been a whole hour since Chu Wanning woke up and yet the early tendrils of a headache is already creeping up on him.
“Mo Ran…?” Is what comes out of his mouth, unsure of who exactly he is referring to. “How did this happen?”
Mo Ran chuckles lightly, adjusting himself so that he is sitting properly on the bed instead of lying awkwardly on it. “I really don’t know. I just woke up an hour ago and there were already two of me lying on the bed.”
Taxian-Jun gives his other self a scathing glare, pulling Chu Wanning closer to his body as if that would prevent Mo Ran from reaching out to him at any time. “Never associate me to the likes of you, Mo-Zhongshi.” He hisses, even going as far as batting Mo Ran’s hands away when the latter tried to touch Chu Wanning’s arm.
As much as he is enjoying the amusing sight of two of his husbands fighting like immature children, Chu Wanning is still in need of answers.
“Did you do something unusual yesterday?” He wracks his brain for an answer himself, but apart from the fact that they did their usual routine with the exception of going down the mountain to buy supplies and help the villagers with certain matters, nothing was out of the ordinary as far as he knows. “Maybe the villager’s house, the one we helped with the ghost concubine—”
“That’s what I thought too.” Mo Ran interjects. He’s sitting cross-legged now, chin propped on one hand while he seems to be deep in thought. “I don’t remember much since it was his turn yesterday.” Mo Ran gestures to the leech named Taxian-Jun. “But I do remember trying some of the ingredients they gave us last night. One of them might be the culprit, I guess.”
Chu Wanning narrows his eyes at him. Yesterday morning when they went down the mountain, they were requested to take care of a particular ghost haunting a villager’s residence. Usually, Chu Wanning handles these cases himself while Mo Ran is busy tending to their house or buying some supplies, but today is his particularly snarkier personality’s day, and he wouldn’t let Chu Wanning go alone for some reasons he doesn’t want to stay.
Chu Wanning let him. After all, an extra pair of hands is always appreciated.
Handling the case with Taxian-Jun turned out to be better than what Chu Wanning had expected. When he actually sets his mind into solving a particular problem, Taxian-Jun spares no expense trying to get to the bottom of it; a lingering effect from his past life as a ruthless emperor.
The both of them got to the bottom of the case in record time. Turns out, the homeowner used to secretly keep a concubine in one of the rooms and their spouse found out about it; a brutal murder happened that same night and a few days after that, the ghost of the concubine got their revenge by haunting the house and frightening every single person living in it.
They had no problem exorcising it, either, not with the both of them working on the case. Chu Wanning successfully lured the ghost into a trap while he let Taxian-Jun do the rest of the work. Contrary to his brutish methods from a previous lifetime, the Taxian-Jun of now is methodical yet he still keeps an air of relentlessness, all while complaining how the villagers ‘can’t even handle a puny ghost like that.’ Taxian-Jun didn’t mean it, though; he was just sulking because they apparently took Chu Wanning’s time away from him.
Everything did go according to plan… for the most part, that is.
As it turns out, the variety of food ingredients that the homeowner gave to them as a gift is cursed. Or at least one of them is. Chu Wanning just has no idea which one.
“Don’t blame me for eating the ingredients!” Taxian-Jun bellows from beside him, with all the ferocity of a mighty emperor of the cultivation world except that said emperor is clinging to his spouse like an overgrown koala. “This Venerable One was just tasting them to see if they are safe to eat since I don’t recognize some of the fruits they gave us. Apparently, one of them is cursed.”
Well, he did have good intentions, Chu Wanning can give him that. Mo Ran, however, rolls his eyes at Taxian-Jun as if he wouldn’t do the exact same thing if he was in his other self’s position.
“I’m going to ask the homeowner if they know something about the curse on the ingredients they gave us.” Mo Ran says after a few minutes of contemplation. “Maybe we can fix this problem before the day ends.”
Much to Chu Wanning’s surprise, Taxian-Jun looks very offended at Mo Ran’s words. “Problem? You’re treating this as a problem now?!” He’d rather not be in the middle of a petty fight between his husband and his husband’s past self, thank you very much. “Greedy fucker. At least now, this Venerable One can have Wanning for myself everyday instead of every three days. We don’t have to do anything about this.”
Chu Wanning internally bemoans his fate. This is going to be a long day.
“Besides,” Taxian-Jun suddenly gets up, at eye-to-eye level with his other self now. He smirks in a way that can only spell disaster and a very sore body for Chu Wanning the next day. Oh no. “It’ll be much more fun like this, don’t you think so?”
—
In hindsight, Chu Wanning should have urged Mo Ran to go down the mountain and investigate whatever it is that was going on in those ingredients that the homeowner gave them yesterday. Better yet, he should have gone down himself instead. Anything but this.
Anything but the current predicament that he is in where not one but two Mo Rans are holding him down, touching and squeezing here and there, making Chu Wanning feel very lightheaded.
They really are of the same mind when it comes to matters concerning Chu Wanning. All it took was one look from Taxian-Jun and suddenly it’s like they’re telepathically connected, both moving in perfect sync with each other to manhandle Chu Wanning this and that way. All three of them got naked in record time, which ends up with Taxian-Jun hovering over Chu Wanning’s face as he feeds him his cock while Mo Ran sucks him off down below.
“You look so fucking filthy, Wanning.” Taxian-Jun breathes out, holding Chu Wanning’s head with both hands so he can control the speed of his thrusts. “Does it feel good when that dog sucks you off, hm? Does it feel good to have your little cock sucked?”
While Taxian-Jun is speaking, Mo Ran takes him deeper until Chu Wanning can feel his dick hit the back of Mo Ran’s throat. He chokes around Taxian-Jun’s length, thrashing about when he feels Mo Ran swallows him even deeper.
Gods, it’s so much, but it feels so, so good.
Taxian-Jun takes his cock out and strokes himself right in front of Chu Wanning’s face. The sight before him is filthy —Taxian-Jun’s cock slick with precum and Chu Wanning’s spit, some of it dripping on his face with how fast he strokes himself, but Chu Wanning only feels an insurmountable amount of want fill his every nerve. He tries very hard not to open his mouth and catch the stray droplets that land near his lips.
“Open up for this Venerable One, Wanning.” Chu Wanning does, not even bothering to hide how eager he is. “I’m—close, fuck.”
He comes with a deep groan, covering Chu Wanning’s face in messy stripes of white. He tries to catch the most of it with his tongue, but some are too high up for him to reach.
Taxian-Jun chuckles at the sight, running a thumb along the mess he had made only to push it inside Chu Wanning’s mouth. He wordlessly sucks on the digit, earning a groan from the man above him.
“Wanning is so desperate today. Does the fact that there are two of us excites you?” He presses the pad of his thumb harder against the surface of Chu Wanning’s tongue. “We could fuck you together, get your slutty little hole stretched real good. You’d like that, huh? Of course you do, Wanning is so greedy for our cocks after all.”
“N-no—”
“No?” It was Mo Ran who spoke. Chu Wanning didn’t even realize that got up until he heard him speak. “But baobei, you’re leaking so much. Your cock even twitched when he suggested the possibility of us fucking you together.”
Did he? Chu Wanning isn’t—
“Just admit it, Wanning.” Taxian-Jun takes his thumb out; he rubs the wetness of it all over Chu Wanning’s lips, making it all the more slick and filthy. “You want our cocks in you so bad that you’re dying for it.”
Chu Wanning moans, and that was that.
Mo Ran managed to prepare him in record time, and before Chu Wanning knew it, he was already sinking down to take Mo Ran’s cock inside. He whimpers at the familiar feeling of being filled to the brim, of having something monstrously big inside him, pressing against his sweetest spots everytime Mo Ran bottoms out.
“You’re gonna feel so full once you take both of us inside, baobei.” Chu Wanning feels Taxian-Jun creep up behind him and his heart rabbits in his chest. What if—what if it’s too big, and he really can’t handle it? What if he tears or he hurts either of them by accident? What if— “I can hear you thinking, Wanning. You’re going to be okay, we’ll take it slow.”
He feels the slight press of a finger alongside the cock in his ass, as if asking for permission. Taxian-Jun licks and nips at the back of his neck before he pushes a finger in.
Even one finger feels too much. Chu Wanning really doesn’t know how he can handle another Mo Ran inside him. One is already enough to render him fucked out and shaking from pleasure, what more if it is doubled?
“Good, so good, you’re taking it so well.” Mo Ran reassures him with pats and kisses, one that Chu Wanning accepts with much gusto. “Wanning is so kind for letting us do this to him. You’re doing so well, baobei.”
One finger turns into two, then three, and before Chu Wanning can even comprehend, Taxian-Jun is already sliding his cock alongside Mo Ran’s, groaning as he does so.
Chu Wanning feels so full. He doesn’t even know how both cocks fit inside him, his mind already blanked out the moment Taxian-Jun started pushing in. He can—he can feel them pulsing inside; Chu Wanning knows that they are holding themselves back in order to not hurt him, but it’s like all the initial pain and fear prior to this moment have disappeared in the snap of a finger.
“How do you feel?” Says Mo Ran? Taxian-Jun? Chu Wanning is too consumed by pleasure to discern between the two. All he knows is that he feels—
“Good,”
The both of them thrust up at the same time, and Chu Wanning sees white.