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Yue Wuhuan's eyes fluttered open as he woke up tired for the first time in hundreds of years, his skin feeling as though it were covered in fire ants. He didn't sit up immediately, rather glancing around the room.
Given it was not his bedroom with his husband in Cloud Dwelling Courtyard, where he distinctly remembered falling asleep, so either his husband was playing a joke on him or something was very wrong. Song Qingshi, being himself, has always been the type to tell Yue Wuhuan he wishes to play a joke on him before doing so in order to get his opinion on it. It was unlikely to be that.
But then, what exactly was wrong?
Although this was not he and Song Qingshi's bedroom, he did recognize it after a short moment of examining.
This was where he first woke up in Medicine King Valley!
That final mortal life of his, the one which was by far the longest and most important, this was where he woke after being taken in by Song Qingshi away from Golden Phoenix Manor.
A burning shiver ran through him as he sat up. Based on his physical state—still having the large lacerations from the demon tiger, the drugs in his system, and his distinct lack of functioning meridians—it must be very soon after leaving that terrible place.
Could this be some kind of array? A poison?
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a short few raps on the door, followed by Song Qingshi entering the room and catching sight of him awake and sitting up.
"Good, you're awake." He said. Yue Wuhuan glanced him over, he looked exactly as he had that first day, though he hadn't changed much in appearance since. "How much do you remember?"
Ah, his husband must remember the future as well. That was not the first question he asked back then, and he would be more focused on Yue Wuhaun's physical wounds even with the difference of his patient being awake when he walked in this time.
"I remember quite a bit. And you?" He looks pointedly at his husband, who gives a small sigh of relief.
"Wuhuan."
He sat down next to Yue Wuhuan on the bed, immediately standing back up when he flinched from the movement of the bed. He rushed over to the other side of the room to pull out materials for fixing his wounds.
"Qingshi, it's alright. I can wait until we've spoken for treatment."
"No." His husband said stubbornly, pulling on Wuhuan's robes with his gentlest but most insistent tugs. "We'll talk after Wuhuan feels better."
He could see from the expression on his face that this was not something he would budge on, and Yue Wuhuan sighed, resigning himself to the immediate coddling.
"We should figure out how we got here, as well as what 'here' is." He tried to say as Song Qingshi redid the bandages on his shoulders. His husband frowned at his wounds, when they were done he said, seemingly have to himself, "I'll get you more comfortable robes."
"Qingshi," He grabbed his husband's wrist, "I will be alright. We should speak now." In truth, he was deeply uncomfortable, and the consideration from his husband was appreciated, but they really had bigger things to worry about than his comfort at the moment.
The frown on that sweet face deepened, but he obediently knelt next to the bed. "I will get you more comfortable robes after we speak."
Yue Wuhuan leaned over and kissed his cheek, ignoring the shot of pain it sent through his shoulder and muscles.
"Did you see anything strange before coming here? Anything that doesn't feel right or make sense?"
Song Qingshi shook his head, "I don't remember this exact day perfectly, but nothing appears incorrect." He thought for a moment, "Has either of us done anything recently that could have gotten us here?" They hadn't been in any small worlds for over a month, and they hadn't been using any experimental poisons either. There were no strange incense burners or relics. It really had been one of their more calm nights at home, gone to sleep in their own bed.
"Not that I can think of."
"Is it possible we've actually traveled back in time?" He asked, "This isn't at all like Mo Yuan's formation where we I was restricted. At least, not yet."
Yue Wuhuan's lips pressed into a thin line, "We can't be sure. We should be careful not to change anything too irreparably in the meantime. It's good that we stayed alone so much back then." 'Back then', Yue Wuhuan says, as if he is not well aware they continue to spend the majority of their time alone. For a short few decades, they spent significant time with Xiao Bai as well, upon taking him in as a son. But since then they have been content to be alone for the vast majority of their time, with the exception of adventures in small worlds and short visits from friends.
Song Qingshi agreed with Wuhuan's plan, and after a short kiss and promise to return soon, he ran off to gather things for Yue Wuhuan's recovery. Mixed emotions filled the phoenix's heart, he had not been so helpless in... since this exact life, actually. It was uncomfortable to be in such an incapable body without the option to leave it again, and though he trusted his husband intuitively, he felt unease curling in his blood along with the various drugs of Golden Phoenix Manor.
Still, how could he be upset at having his husband's constant attention? Qingshi was also unused to him being so weakened after so much time, and he doted endlessly. It was very different from how they usually were, with Yue Wuhuan doting on his husband.
Song Qingshi was truthful in returning promptly, bringing the softest silk robe he was able to find on short notice and promising there would be a proper ice silk one made soon. Yue Wuhuan's body in this condition was not strong enough for immortal medicines, so his recovery timeline had a high minimum, but they had already lived this once, and knew it should not be too long. There was no way to shorten the process from how much they had already maximized it, so all they could do was wait and try to learn more about their situation.
They did not wish to gain attention among the staff, but given everyone would already assume Yue Wuhuan was sharing Song Qingshi's bed, it really did no harm for them to share a room. They were obviously unable to actually have sex while Yue Wuhuan was so injured, but it was a welcome familiarity to share the time together.
Song Qingshi did not need to sleep, but he stayed with Yue Wuhuan while he did regardless, looking through books on dream arrays, and some very limited books on time travel.
As soon as Yue Wuhuan had been healed of his injuries, he'd wanted to begin testing the world to learn its nature. There were ways to spot an array, and more to spot a dream. If this was fake, it was an incredibly accurate replica of the past.
"We should wait until after your meridians have recovered," Song Qingshi said, turning to face him in the large bed they lay in. "It would be dangerous for us to go looking now."
"I may not have spiritual power, but I am still myself. I know how to prepare for danger even if my body is frail." Yue Wuhuan reassured. With the materials in Medicine King Valley, and a bit of borrowed energy from Song Qingshi, they would be more than capable of mitigating risk. Still, he could see the concern written in small lines across his husband's eyes, a tightening in his lips that spoke of memories they didn't like speaking of.
Yue Wuhuan understood that look well. He was certain he had worn it himself many times before. Neither of their lives, any of them, had been particularly filled with ease while they were in the small worlds. They had both seen each other hurt, and killed, and brought low. He was holding Song Qingshi in his arms as they lay together, and Wuhuan brought a hand to his husband's cheek before pressing a kiss to his lips, then one to the tip of his nose.
"We don't know what brought us here. It could also be dangerous to delay longer than necessary."
"Wuhuan is right as usual," Song Qingshi sighed, covering Yue Wuhuan's hand with his own, running his own slender fingers over the phoenix's. He then said much more firmly, "I still wish to wait until all the drugs are completely out of your system before leaving the valley."
"As you wish."
Song Qingshi settled his head on Yue Wuhuan's chest. They had needed to be very careful at first while cuddling, aware of the broken bones and healing wounds, not to mention the poor temperature regulation that left Yue Wuhuan always either too cold or too hot. Thus, even with temperature still an issue, he was deeply glad to be able to finally hold his husband properly again.
His eyes traveled down Qingshi's soft, sweet features, lingering on the slight curve of waist and long legs, pale feet and calves covered by the blanket pushed to the foot of the bed.
He twisted a strand of hair between his fingers, the softness of it feeling pleasant on his skin. Song Qingshi let him pet his sides and grope at his waist until Yue Wuhuan's hands started wandering to the plush snowy thighs hidden beneath his robes.
His eyes opened and he placed a hand over Yue Wuhuan's, halting it.
"Wuhuan," He said warningly, looking at his husband with suspicion as he pressed fluttering kisses from his hair down his temples to his jaw.
"Qingshi." Yue Wuhuan responded, mouth finding his husband's ear and taking the lobe between his soft lips.
"We said we would not have sex until you were all better." Song Qingshi made weak, half-hearted attempts to pull away from Wuhuan's kisses.
"I am all better. There is only one part of me still aching." Song Qingshi made a small squeak as the phoenix rubbed the hardness between his legs against his husband's thigh. "Qingshi, it's been two months, your husband is desperate for your touch."
Qingshi's cheeks puffed out as he made an expression that radiated completely ineffective scolding.
"You still have leftover drugs in your body." He argued.
"Surely there cannot be doubt of my consent," Wuhuan argued right back, "This husband always wants Qingshi, in any state. It is only for the sake of getting out of this strange situation sooner and consideration for your worries that I was not seducing you by the second day."
The man in his arms scoffed, in their forms as gods, Yue Wuhuan was much bigger than he is now. This body had its growth stunted when he was still a teenager, filled with youthful allure and an appeal more delicate than he had otherwise. Song Qingshi was much the same as he always was, perfect, and so they were roughly the same size now. Still, as Wuhuan rolled on top of Song Qingshi, loosely pinning his arms next to his head, Qingshi was just as pliant as always. Conditioning, perhaps.
"Surely husband has missed my touch as well?" He moved Qingshi's wrists into one hand so he could pull at the ties of his sleeping robe, letting it fall halfway off his shoulders to hang from his arms.
Song Qingshi's round cheeks became a pretty light pink, but he tried to keep the scowl on his face.
"Any needs I may have are secondary to Wuhuan's health. If you are truly in need, I will help you, but it is too soon for us to be together properly." Wuhuan smirked down at him, enjoying how clearly he was trying to resist responding to the temptations of the man above him.
"Did you not give me a clean bill of health only just this morning?"
"For non-strenuous activities."
"Well then," Yue Wuhuan let go of the other man's wrists, instead crossing his arms and sitting on top of him, straddling his thighs. "I simply won't do anything strenuous. Qingshi can."
It was not how they usually did things. Not that Qingshi was ever a dispassionate lover, but rather that Wuhuan simply couldn't help himself from ravishing his husband in return every time Qingshi did anything. Anything he did could be found seductive when Wuhuan was in the mood, and if there was no (good) reason for him not to take his husband apart from the very seams every possible chance he got, why wouldn't he?
Qingshi did not immediately deny the idea, but knowing how Wuhuan tended to be, was suspicious of how much Wuhuan would reallt let him do without 'helping'.
"Is Wuhuan sure he won't do too much?" The phoenix nodded reassuringly, "You'll let me do everything?" He nodded again, moving a palm down to press on Qingshi's thinly clothed crotch.
"I promise. Husband must make sure we are both satisfied in return, though."
"Mn."
Song Qingshi sat up easily, pulling Wuhuan off his lap to lay back on the soft bed, a few pillows arranged to lift up his head and shoulders comfortably.
The two of them made an extremely erotic picture, Wuhuan leaning back against the plush pillows, robes hanging to his elbows in a way which revealed his smooth chest and narrow waist. Qingshi kneeling between his husband's legs, pulling the ties of Wuhuan's pants undone and sliding them off his legs. He pressed a kiss to one ankle as it was made bare, trailing them up his lithe leg until he reached between them.
Resting his weight on his elbows, Qingshi took the mostly hard cock in his hand and stroked it with warm tenderness before licking at the tip.
Every touch felt amplified to Wuhuan, the drugs which had been given to him still heightening his sensitivity to the extreme. Every soft brush of Qingshi's fingers and lips against any part of him was intense, forcing him to take deep breaths to resist reaching to tangle his fingers in his husband's silky hair. If he did anything so soon, Qingshi would definitely insist on stopping.
Qingshi's mouth was molten flesh, slick against Wuhuan as the head of he took head of his cock inside. His pink tongue pressed over it, and he sucked gently as Wuhuan moaned. His technique was familiar and blissful, but he was unprepared for how his former affected body would react. Every muscle of his twitched, as if trying to crawl out of his skin, and he struggled to keep breath in his lungs as Qingshi fed more of his cock into those plump lips.
What he could fit in his mouth, he caressed with his hands. The sensation as he was drawn closer and closer to climax was almost painful, how desperate it was. He could help curling a hand into his lover's hair, holding onto his for dear life as he came with a shudder throughout his whole body.
He had never had an encounter he'd actually enjoyed while under the affects of Golden Phoenix Manor's drugs, and had rarely ever used aphrodisiacs with Song Qingshi, so it was strange and startling in nature. It was also utterly intoxicating. A heat in his stomach cried for more, unsatisfied and desperate ever so soon after his orgasm.
Wuhuan silently instructed Qingshi to stay where he was via the hand on his scalp. His husband made no effort to move, swallowing his release and contentedly holding Yue Wuhuan's recovering cock in the heat of his mouth. Wuhuan pet his hair gently, combing this body's slender fingers smoothly through the long black strands.
He lightly encouraged Qingshi off him after a moment, relishing his wet lips and dark eyes. He could see easily through the thin sleeping robes how Qingshi was not unaffected, and was tempted to try turning them over so he could return his husband's favor, but recalled again how Qingshi had insisted on doing all the work.
"Husband should open himself for me," He said with a wolfish smile, still leaning comfortably back onto the small mountain of pillows.
Song Qingshi gave him an adorable little scowl. "I told you nothing strenuous."
Wuhuan blinked innocently, placing a hand over his heart, "You're very right. That's why Qingshi should open himself up. All this useless husband will be able to do is watch this time, unfortunately. Of course, there's no way I could be faced with such beauty and not find myself worked up again... Qingshi will just have to take care of us both."
He tugged on his husband's robes until he was seated with Qingshi's clothed cock pressed over his own.
"We have no oil." Song Qingshi pointed out, because apparently even after so many lifetimes, he still underestimated Yue Wuhuan.
"I put some in the drawer with your hair ornaments." He had done that a week ago, fully aware that Song Qingshi did not ever look through his own hair supplies when he had Wuhuan to do it for him. Qingshi's slight scowl immediately turned to bewildered fondness.
"Wuhuan had planned this to trap me." He huffed.
"Were you not the one who said a person should always make sure their spouse is satisfied? I was only doing my duty in thinking ahead for Qingshi's comfort..." Wuhuan's squeezed at Song Qingshi's backside playfully.
Qingshi didn't respond to that verbally, but he did stand up and walk over to the drawer, finding the oil with ease and bringing it back to the bed.
Yue Wuhuan waited, the picture of obedience with his hands folded over his stomach and an amused smile on his lips.
Truly, as much as Wuhuan wanted to touch his husband, it was a treasure in and of itself to watch those elegant fingers slick with oil slipping inside his tight entrance. He on his back, with his shoulders between Wuhuan's knees, practically presenting himself for his husband's hungry gaze,
Song Qingshi had never been embarrassed about being looked at, and he was right to have nothing to be ashamed of.
The small pink ring of muscles opened beautifully as his fingers scissored inside, sliding over the walls of muscle efficiently, with a bit of flourish added in for Wuhuan to enjoy watching. Song Qingshi was always rather efficient during the few times he would prepare himself rather than having Wuhuan do so, which Wuhuan thought was a waste, but didn't mind too much, as it meant he would be inside him sooner.
Wuhuan placed a hand over Qingshi's ignoring the warning sound his husband gave him and guiding a third of the man's fingers inside. He ran a finger around the slick rim of of muscle which fluttered at his touch.
He knew Qingshi was ready for him now, that clinical, effective preparation opening him perfectly, but he still wanted to enjoy the view for a little while longer.
He got a surprised squeak from his husband when he pinched one of the soft cheeks under his hands. He tried to pull one of Qingshi's legs up to his mouth to suck at the surpringly sensitive skin of his ankles, only to have the leg pulled away from him and be met with a lustful attempt at a scolding gaze from Qingshi, which was lessened in effectiveness even further by how he climbed over Wuhuan's lap.
He lined the hard, leaking cock up to his hole, and got a gasping moan from Wuhuan as soon as their skin made contact. Though Yue Wuhuan had been played with under these affects many times and gotten some resistance to the results, it had never been like this, and the bliss of even being so close to his husband's welcoming heat was unbearably pleasurable, knocking him of his senses.
"Are you alright?" Qingshi asked, keeping perfectly still.
Wuhuan tried to rock his hips upwards, clinging to his husband's soft but muscular thighs. "Yes- yes, please,"
Qingshi sunk down slowly, first taking only the head, letting it spread him open and stretch out the tight muscles of his rim. Wuhuan's nails dug into those pale thighs, trying to keep control of himself and not rut his pelvis into that wet entrance.
Gentle hands came over his, pulling them ever so gently off his thighs and twining their fingers together. "Relax, Wuhuan. Let your Master take care of you."
Wuhuan moaned, holding onto those beloved hands even tighter as Qingshi sunk down on his cock, tight like a vice around his sensitive flesh.
His breath was unsteady as Qingshi took hip all the way down, only stopping when the their hips were pressed against each other, and Wuhuan could feel his thigh's pressed against Qingshi's round cheeks. His husband leaned down to kiss him ever so tenderly, pulling away when Wuhuan tried to deepen the kiss with his tongue.
Qingshi didn't even respond to the frustrated sound he let out with anything but an almost unnoticeable shiver, not giving Wuhuan a chance to respond before lifting himself up and carefully lowering down again. They both let out erotic moans, voices mixing together with the wet sound of their slicked skin moving against each other.
Qingshi set a steady, slow pace, it was too much and too little all at once, maddening in how badly Wuhuan wanted to turn them over and love him properly, at a reasonable speed. A speed that wasn't cruel, and careful, and tortuous, and fully, completely intentional.
Yue Wuhuan knew in that moment that he had not married a sweet, generous little darling, he had married a genuine demon who was intent on eating him alive after glutting on his suffering.
He groaned sharply as Qingshi sunk himself onto Wuhuan at an angle that hit his prostate, making him squeeze tightly all over the cock inside him. He clung to the hands twined with his, trying to thrust up to meet his husband's movements only to be shushed and coaxed into laying still again. What was even going on? This was not how their dynamic usually went. Wuhuan was going to make a hundred copies of himself to get back at Song Qingshi as soon as they returned to the heavens.
He could hardly think about that in the moment though, as with every short breath he was treated to unending heat and tightness all over his cock, squeezing down on him with each thrust. The slide was smooth, with just the slightest bit of friction. As Qingshi's pace sped up steadily, eventually letting gravity help in spear himself onto his husband, chest heaving and thighs shaking as he hit his prostate with ea ch thrust.
He pulled Wuhuan with his towards release, until he tightened impossibly around Wuhuan, shuddering hard and spurting come all over both their stomachs. Wuhuan followed him hardly a moment after, spilling inside his husbands slick channel.
Qingshi slumped over him, nuzzling his face into Wuhuan's neck. Wuhuan would have normally greeted him there with a kiss, but was still far too focused on the aftershocks of his orgasm wringing through him.
"I'm sorry, Qingshi, if you don't pull off I'm going to want another round." He warned apologetically, knowing how his husband liked to keep him inside for a while, even the whole night, after they made love. QIngshi did not complain, letting the release drip out from between his thighs onto Wuhuan's.
Then Qingshi curled into his side, and they lay in each others arms comfortably until morning. Song Qingshi did sleep that night, if only because he was lulled by the steady beating of Wuhuan's heart.
When they woke up the next morning, Yue Wuhuan first noticed the calmness in his veins and comfortable temperature.
A relieved sigh left his lips as he looked around at the welcome sight of his and Qingshi's familiar bedroom in Cloud Dwelling Courtyard.
"Mmm, Wuhuan?" Song Qingshi mumbled, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy kitten. a grin spread across Yue Wuhuan's face as he began kissing all over his husband's face before meeting their lips and waking Song Qingshi with his tongue in his mouth.
"You can't same I'm too injured anymore, husband," He hummed, pulling up his slowly waking husband into his lap and attacking his throat with rough kisses.
"Wait, wait, do we know what happened?" Qingshi asked, with a breathy voice, a soft moan drawn out of him as Wuhuan sucked marks onto his collarbone.
Yue Wuhuan sent a mental probe out, perhaps more surprised than he should have been when he felt the remnants of a certain black dragon's energy lingering. Of course it was that idiot.
"It's fine, focus more on me." He pushed Song Qingshi back on the bed, before sinking his teeth into his husband's shoulder. "A whole month without being inside you, and then only a couple rounds. Surely we can make up for lost time, right?"
Song Qingshi seemed to see some emotion in Wuhuan's eyes that startled him a bit, making him squirm underneath his husband's (once again larger) body.
"Wuhuan..." He tilted his head to the side as he looked down at his husband expectantly, "Wuhuan, I really like you, you know that, right?"
Yue Wuhuan crushed their mouths together again, holding his sweet husband covetously.