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“There's no way you’re actually serious.”
“I apologize, General Xuan Zhen, but I am as serious as can be. With His Highness Xianle in Ghost City with Crimson Rain, and General Nan Yang already on his own mission in the Southeast, you are the only one left in the heavens that know the area well enough. You are the best to send right now.” Ling Wen says tiredly, and Mu Qing's gaze narrows in on her under eye bags in pity.
Ever since she had been accepted back into the Heavens, she had been piled to her neck in nonstop work, even more so than beforehand. He felt poorly for her in that moment, remembering when he was the one who had scroll upon scroll all but thrown at him directly after the fall of Jun Wu. His healing - but still burned - fingers hurt from how much he had used his abacus.
Still , that didn't mean he wanted to be the one sent on this mission.
“Why not send someone that would fit this….mission better…Ming Guang is unable to?” He questioned, considering Pei Ming would be his first choice to send to the Land of the fucking Tender. It made the most sense!
“Ming Guang is unable to, not only does he not know the area well, but he is also dealing with an issue in the North. Like I said, you are our most viable option.”
“B-But….my…my cultivation, Ling Wen! I am not the most viable person to send! Send someone else! Send General Ju Yang when he gets back! He’s sure to have a blast!”
Despite offering Feng Xin up to the chopping block, he almost sighed in relief when Ling Wen shook her head in disagreement.
“The flowers are active again now and there are too many humans around, we have thankfully not had any issues yet, but my reports tell me that they grow closer and closer to the cave everyday. It cannot wait anymore.”
At least her tone was somewhat apologetic.
“What do you expect me to do i-if…if…I…”
“If you inhale the aphrodisiac?”
He swears he catches the corner of her lip lift a little, he can only glare in return.
“Well, there’s a couple options of course. The first being you cause enough blood to spill from your body to avoid spilling your ah…your essence.” Despite obviously teasing him, Ling Wen cringes alongside Mu Qing at her wording.
“Or….worse comes to worse, you break your vows, simple as that. Your method of cultivation is outdated, your own deputies don’t even practice it. There are plenty of other ways to build it back up again and get right back to where you are now. If you really think about it, it could be looked at as a weakness.”
Ling Wen spoke as if she wasn't suggesting he risk uprooting the past 800 something years of how he has lived his life. Just to kill some damned flower demons! As if ! If he was ever going to break his vows it would be with-
No. Nope. No. Shut up.
He reminded himself how silly he was, thinking that that absolute buffoon could feel those types of feelings for his biggest...rival? Frenemy?
Mu Qing didn't know what they were.
What he did know, is that saving his virginity for the man he had held feelings for, for almost four centuries now was downright ridiculous, because he knew he would be holding onto it for the rest of his long and lonely immortal life.
Simultaneously, he also agreed with the damned civil god in a way. He had been thinking for quite a decent amount of centuries now actually, longer than he had known about his feelings for a specific shitty ass archer god, about how his methods of cultivation were very much a weakness to him.
Gods forbid if some creature, let alone another god just one day decided to forcefully break his vows….then he’s left without a cultivation base, he would lose nearly everything. If he was already in their captivity too, in that situation, he would be completely at their mercy. If they truly wanted to, they could end him right then and there.
He had briefly debated talking to Xie Lian what methods he was currently using, since it was obvious he no longer practiced the original path they shared. In the end, he decided against it, figuring out just what method he was using, all on his own.
Since then, he has let the idea fester and brew in the back of his mind, not making much of an appearance in his thoughts until….until well… now.
He doubted that the mission would even come to breaking his vows, as he was a centuries old martial god with talent that mere humans could only pray for, so killing a couple flower demons in some dingy little cave should be as easy as a daily stroll. Still, he folds his arms over his chest and straightens up authoritatively.
“What’s in it for me? If I have to risk the way I’ve lived my life and my entire cultivation base, it better be worthwhile.”
“2 million merits, and I will lend you every scroll I am aware we have in our possession concerning the topics of changing cultivation paths - whether you break your vows or not. Just in case you choose to switch anytime…soon.”
“I don’t see why I would! Considering it’s worked fine up to now!” He hisses at her, glare hardening when her eyes sparkle slightly with a hint of mischief that she surely picked up from Pei fucking Ming.
“Forgive me, General Xuan Zhen. I suppose I was under the impression that as of recently you had reasons to do so. I suppose that was wrong of me to assume.”
The civil god turns towards her wall of scrolls without another word, but Mu Qing can basically feel the smirk she is wearing on her lips and he bristles on the spot.
He knows she’s pushing him on purpose, yet he still takes the bait against his better judgment, stepping forward and demanding “ what do you mean by that? ”
“I just assumed…it seems like you and Nan Yang have grown close …forgive me I suppose, I was wrong.” He blinks in surprise. Mu Qing knows she’s still trying to get a rise out of him, but it was true in a sense. He and Feng Xin were….closer…friendlier…at least more than they used to be.
While he’s lost in thought, Ling Wen turns with a smile that doesn't leave room for argument. “You should depart soon, the sooner you slay the demons, the sooner you can claim the 2 million merits and pay to fix up the training grounds you and Nan Yang destroyed the other day. He is using his current missions earned merits towards his half.”
Shit . He had forgotten about that.
Sparring with Feng Xin always ended up in something being destroyed in one way or another, and this most recent time happened to cause quite a bit of damage to one of the heavens public training grounds. Both had promised to pay, claiming they just needed a mission to gain some merits to cushion the cost, considering it was …a decent amount…of damage done…
Mu Qing swears under his breath, trying his best to not think about the amount of trees unearthed in the area that had been used as weapons for some of their escalated spar. They had been evenly matched for as long as they had been around each other, and despite their slow growing friendship(?), the second the two began to spar, their intense sides came out.
“So…you’ll go? Yes?” Ling Wen suddenly asks, pulling him from his thoughts. She wore a smug smile, one which bordered politeness just enough to pass off as a kind and gentle smile if one didn't know her for as long as Mu Qing had. He knew better though.
“Two million merits…those scrolls…and I want a hot spring installed…behind my palace.”
“A hot spring….” Ling Wen echoes in amusement.
Naturally, the heavens already had a hot spring where the gods could find relaxation and heal, but it was public and used quite often. Mu Qing knew that Feng Xin himself frequented it, and he would rather drown than be confined to a pool of shared water with a naked Feng Xin.
He knew his skin was thin, he knew he blushed easily, but he could only blame so much of that on the hot springs until it became suspicious.
“The public hot springs are used by others frequently, if I am risking my entire cultivation base that I spent blood, sweat and tears on, then I want my own to at least recover in after, if things take a turn for the worse.”
Ling Wen sighs, looks to the ceiling for a brief moment in obvious debate, before dropping her gaze back to Mu Qing, nodding in silence, thus approving his demands.
“Then I shall take my leave immediately, thank you, Ling Wen.” He bows deep with a smile on his face, before departing from the Palace of Ling Wen in order to prepare for his trip down.
At least either way, he’ll be getting a hot spring out of it.
Descent was easy as per usual, donning his Fu Yao disguise was as simple as pouring a cup of tea at this point. Finding the location where Ling Wen claimed the cave to be, proved to be more challenging.
The townspeople seemed to know about the cave, and how it held an eerie presence, but they were unsure exactly what was wrong with it. That being said, they refused to go near it, let alone let any of the children or women near it.
“It’s North of here, just walk no more than an incense time, head Northeast for a few more moments, and you’ll find it. Be warned though, boy...the men that have gotten close to it claim they hear women calling from the cave, only for them to look in and spot not a single one….a spirit no doubt, surely a malevolent one at that.” The tea shop owner advises Fu Yao, as he finishes pouring him his tea.
Fu Yao nods and thanks the man with a few coins, before downing the tea immediately and setting off. The faster this was done, the faster he could return and be done with this bullshit mission.
Stupid fucking flower demons.
….Stupid fucking Feng Xin for his frequent use of swears rubbing off on him.
The cave was just about where the tea shop owner claimed it would be, thankfully. Almost instantly, he could hear the soft feminine giggling coming from the cave's entrance. He sat outside it for a moment or two, surveying the area and debating how he wanted to go about this in the best way possible. He knew by now that he couldn't send a fireball into the cave, as the demons would emit a poisonous gas if they were burned, so distanced attacks were out of the question. Going into the cave meant surely coming into contact with their horrid pollen.
Maybe if he was quick enough about it though, he could manage, kill them and get out fast enough.
Thankfully, he wasn't… ah…well ...the forms the flower demons typically took were not specifically pleasing to him, so it wouldn't be a distraction of any sorts.
Yeah…he could handle this.
He could not handle this.
It started fine. It truly did! Fu Yao had been able to sneak in easier than expected, staying hidden for longer than he thought he was going to be able to. There were flowers littering the cave, and he found himself wondering silly things like how much soil did these cursed plants need to grow - as there was very little acting as the floor of the cave in the first place. Could they grow anywhere if there was just the right bit of soil? Did they even need soil in the first place?
Sure, trivial thoughts, but anything to even slightly distract him from the possibilities of this mission's outcome. It was good to know either way, to prevent the damn things from spurting out somewhere else. In the back of his mind, he made a mental note to bring it up to Ling Wen.
Of course though, because luck is hardly ever on his side, he accidentally stepped on a well-hidden root of sorts, one that was surely connected to one of the flower demons. Sure enough, the giggling in the cave echoed louder and louder as the once red flowers started transforming into women all around him, rendering him surrounded.
Easy enough. Just avoiding breathing in. He reminded himself, pulling up a cloth he had stuffed in the front of robes to cover his nose.
“Ohhoooo!!! Look here! Look at that! Look who’s here to entertain us!” One fully transformed nude flower coos, moving closer to Fu Yao and eyeing him up and down as if to inspect him. Why’d they have to be nude. He mentally groans, feeling horribly awkward. He was sure if the cloth was even a bit lower, they would catch sight of his bright blush.
“Oh goodness! It’s a heavenly official! What are you doing so far away from home, little one?” Another nude ‘woman’ teases.
“Now, now sisters….we mustn't scare him away, right?” The first flower giggles lightly, before whispering things to the ‘women’ to the left of her.
Fu Yao couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but he was sure he heard ‘new and young’, ‘inexperienced’ and other little comments that made him cringe internally. Handfuls of the demons were being overly touchy with the ones next to them, obviously trying to tempt him to fall into their trap.
Without uttering a word, keeping his makeshift mask in place, he withdraws the sword he typically yields while disguised as Fu Yao, and holds it in front of him protectively.
“Oh! Look at him! How precious!”
“Oh no! Whatever will we dooooo?!”
“Girls! Watch- ahaha -watch out! He’s got a sword- ahahha !!!”
He didn't move, keeping his sword in position and his cloth up high. The demons seemed annoyed for a moment, crossing their arms over their breasts before switching to their usual, more flirty tactics.
“Come on little one, calm down, you look like you could use a night of relaxation…”
“Let us teach you how to pleasure a woman, we know what we’re doing and can prepare you for life hehehe~” They goaded, all while fondling each other in ways he was sure would bring most men to their knees.
Jokes on them. He laughed to himself, suddenly the most pleased with his preference in relationships than he had been in his entire life.
“Why does the young official seem so disinterested!? Are we not to your liking?!” The women around him grew irate and started shifting forms multiple times, clearly trying to see his reactions. He caught glimpses of female heavenly officials as they rapidly shifted through different forms, but continued to avoid looking at them. Even though they weren't the real heavenly officials, they were still nude, wearing the faces of people he’s worked with for years. It was shameless and horribly inappropriate.
While they were distracted, attempting to settle on a form that ‘pleased’ him enough for him to drop his guard - as if that would happen….- he took the chance to start his attack. Lunging forward and slashing his sword through four of the demons simultaneously.
“Hey! How could you?!” The women gasped around him, and settled on a form for the time being to angrily lunge at him right back.
He mentally laughed as he slashed at them one by one, stabbing some through the chest and cutting some nearly in half.
“Stop! Stop! What are you doing!?!?” One frantically screeched, it had settled on the form of a civil god that Fu Yao recognized seeing in a meeting once or twice. He felt a pang of guilt killing her, despite knowing it was not really the woman he (hardly) knew.
They had grown smarter over the years though. more than expected, and he once again mentally noted to inform Ling Wen of the fact that they were now able to take the forms of heavenly officials.
While he mentally went through his checklist of things to do once he returned, one of the demons seemed to realize something, catching Fu Yao’s eyes with a mischievous glint. He tried to not let it deter him, reminding himself it was just some flower demon, how bad could this go - he was doing great! He just had to get rid of them all!
His first mistake was faltering in his step when the same demon's form shifted into something much more familiar.
Nan Feng.
A nude Nan Feng.
He schooled his features as fast as he could, but she must have caught the way his eyes widened slightly at the nude form of the disguise Feng Xin wore when they were sent on missions that required it, and she surely saw him nearly trip over his own feet.
He froze in his place, standing protectively with his sword in front of him and being as aware as he possibly could be while surrounded by the demons still. Eye to eye with Nan Feng’s form staring right back at him, a smirk on his lovely face.
It's not Nan Feng. It’s not Feng Xin. You can kill it. He reminds himself.
“Why have you taken….a male form, sister?” A demon wonders aloud, also freezing as Fu Yao did.
The one that looked annoyingly like Nan Feng laughed, and holy shit even the laugh was identical. “I’ve heard stories of this little official, I thought I recognized his collar from somewhere… he’s with the Palace of Xuan Zhen…always traveling with that Nan Yang deputy…I figured it was worth a shot…seems I was right.”
“Oh…. that’s more your taste? The young deputy of Nan Yang?” One of the demons hums. The rest of the damned flowers around him slowly began shifting into Nan Feng, their giggles slowly turning into the ‘deputies’ annoyingly adorable little laugh, one that was much too similar to Feng Xin’s when he was a teenager.
Instinctively he narrows his eyes, gathering all the annoyance he ever felt towards Feng Xin….Nan Feng - whoever the fuck - over the past 800 something years. He was not in the mood for fucking flower demons to talk about what he preferred.
It's not Nan Feng. It’s not Feng Xin. It's not Nan Feng. It’s not Feng Xin. It's not Nan Feng. It’s not Feng Xin.
He repeated mentally as if it was a mantra, over and over again as he lunged forward, slicing the flower that first took the form of Nan Feng in half with a single stroke of his sword.
“Perhaps not him….but close….” He heard one mutter to his right. He swung his sword, clutching the cloth to his face even harder, and sliced through it, avoiding looking at it as he did so.
It’s not Nan Feng…but the look of pain that the damned demons wears on their borrowed face is the exact same as his……
“Perhaps not him…but his General?”
…..Feng Xin?
He stupidly spins around to where he heard Feng Xin's voice, and comes face to face with a fully nude Feng Xin before him.
“Ah….I see.” ‘Feng Xin’ coos, a wicked smirk taking over his features.
It’s not Feng Xin. Kill it.
The mere second of hesitation cost him though, as with a swift movement, one of the flowers lunged for him, ripping the cloth from his hands, using his surprise against him.
“Isn't your general…his biggest rival?” The ‘Feng Xin’ before him laughs mockingly, taking a step in Fu Yao’s direction.
Lifting his arm, Fu Yao used his arm and sleeve the best he could to block out the pollen, hoping it would be enough.
Don’t speak, don’t engage, just kill them.
He swings suddenly, bringing his sword clean through the ‘Feng Xin’s’ that were getting too close for comfort.
Everything seemed to be working out in his favor, until one of the damned demons tackled him suddenly, using Feng Xin's massive size to knock into him so hard he hit the nearest wall of the cave, before crumbling down trying to catch his breath. He typically wasn't one easy to sneak up on, so he pinned his carelessness on the fact there were nude Feng Xin's all around him.
Who could blame him, truly?
He was so intently focused on keeping his arm over his nose and mouth, properly killing the demons with a sword much smaller than his usual saber, all while trying to avoid looking at ‘Feng Xin’s’ tremendous masculinity.
“Who would have thought that Xuan Zhen would allow something like that?!” ‘Feng Xin’ gasped dramatically, as he neared closer to the stumbling Fu Yao.
“Come on, deputy….let us give you what you want…we can tell…you want him....don’t you?”
“Let us help you.”
“We can see you want this…”
Heat had started to spread in his lower abdomen and he felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden, sweat collecting in the tighter parts of his robes.
He hadn't held his breath when knocked down, and was unable to keep his mouth and nose covered when he was thrown.
Mortified, his eyes glanced down briefly, only confirming his worse thoughts. The start of an erection could already be seen through his robes - as it had never been something he had really ever worried about, his robes had not been customized to hide something like that.
“Look at that….all worked up over seeing him naked…that’s it….” The ‘Feng Xin’ drawing closer laughs. Mu Qing was unsure if everything about the nude being before him was accurate, but if it was, he had to pay Feng Xin a little bit more respect when it came to his stupid Ju Yang….
Sure…he always…uh…. teased… the archer for it…but he hadn't known it was…it would be…. that massive.
How did he even walk around with that thing!?
“You want us to help you…don’t you little one?” ‘Feng Xin’ whispers, holding out a hand to Fu Yao with a charming -very on brand- Feng Xin smile.
With one hand, Fu Yao shyly reached out, hoping and praying his plan would work.
When ‘Feng Xin’ went to grab his hand, Fu Yao quickly lifted the other hand, sword held tight, and swiped down on ‘Feng Xin’s’ arm, cutting it right off the demon's body.
“Shit! Fuck! Asshole! We’re just trying to help you!!” The demon screeched, sounding too much like Feng Xin with the swears that fell from its mouth.
With a mental ‘fuck you’ to the few more demons around him, he lunged up quicker than they expected, allowing him to slice three more in half, causing them to disintegrate immediately, just like their kin. Doing so left just him and the first fuckwad demon that had taken Feng Xin's form in the first place.
“You’ve killed all my sisters.” It nearly growled, Feng Xin’s voice sounding unnatural.
Fu Yao smirked in response, not bothering to converse with the creature and shrugged his shoulders, stumbling slightly from the heat curling in his body, the dizziness that was taking over his head.
“You know you inhaled our pollen, right? You’ll act as food for my kin to be reborn. You won’t return to your precious palace in the Heavens with your prude virgin General.”
Having heard enough, Fu Yao goes to deliver the final blow, steadying himself to pounce forward and drive his sword through the stupid fucking demon and be done with the stupid useless mission.
Raising his sword, he feels a wave of heat run through him, causing him to double over in a weird mix of pleasure and pain. His legs were starting to feel numb, starting at his feet where they felt as if they had fallen asleep, tingling painfully. One of his arms, thankfully not his sword yielding arm, felt the same, but almost completely numb down to his finger tips.
Shit. Shit shit shit fuck what the fuck does he do?
“Hahaha!! Stupid little boy! You should have let us have our way with you to begin with! Now look at you! Can’t even hold your sword up!” ‘Feng Xin’ walked over to where he was hunched in pain, and pushed him by the shoulder.
Although the force was not too powerful, he was hardly holding himself up in the first place, and it felt like his organs were boiling inside of him. He let himself collapse once again onto the ground with a pained grunt.
“Just accept this, young one….accept that now, you belong to us.” ‘Feng Xin’ tries to sooth, reaching out the one hand it had left to stroke at Fu Yao’s face.
With a burst of energy, but mostly rage, he swung out his sword once again, messily - sure - but it still made contact with whom he intended, slicing off the other arm of the demon up to the elbow.
It’s scream is exactly like Feng Xin's, and Fu Yao nearly lifts his hands to cover his ears,
Except he couldn't, in this moment, he had to remember where he was, and who he was with, better yet - who he wasn’t really with.
Using the moment of distraction, he readjusted his sword, and with a page from Xie Lian’s handbook, plunged it deeply into his thigh, past the muscle and bone, right into the cave flooring below, spearing him to the ground.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
GO away now! No essence for you!
The pained noise he let out was inhuman, catching the demon's attention once again.
“Oh sweetheart look what you’ve done….you’ve soiled your robes….” ‘Feng Xin’ gasped out, panting out in pain still.
Fu Yao wanted to scream out, wanted to yell at the demon to drop the face it wore because seeing Feng Xin armless was becoming too much for him, he wanted to crawl away and return to the heavens, but how would he return so disoriented and unwell. With each breath he took, his body felt more and more aflame. His erection was fully hardened now, and no amount of sutras muttered under his breath on mentally could do anything to help him. On one hand he could bleed out here for as long as need be, stabbing his leg over and over again in order to keep it flowing. Or instead, he could break his vows on the dirty cave floor, completely alone save for the armless demon masquerading as the man he desired desperately.
Would he succumb to the urges eventually? If the wound he gave himself wasn't ‘painful enough’ when he eventually got used to it? Would he let the demon have its way with him? If he’s in such a delirious state…he doesn't know….
He closed his eyes, listening for any movement from the demon, but it seemed content to stand on the other side of the cave, eyeing him as if he was a small bunny and it was a hungry fox, waiting for him to snap so it could pounce.
Fu Yao continued to mentally recite sutras in his mind to try to control the urges attempting to take over his body. When the burning in his lower stomach got too strong, he - without opening his eyes - gripped the hilt of the sword, pulled it from his leg and plunged it back down. He hissed in pain, but let the feeling of stabbed muscle take over his body instead of the desire that lurked behind it.
“You won’t last much longer…I can smell you… smell your desire …” The demon masquerading as Feng Xin laughed lowly.
Not dignifying the creature with a response, Fu Yao twisted the hilt, causing the blade to grind slightly against the bone that resided there.
“I’m regenerating…healing… growing back ….you dumb boy….I’ll soon have my arms…and you’ll be mine and my sisters to feast upon.”
Shut up. Shut up . Shut up. Stop using his voice.
“What the fuck! What the fuck !!!!!”
Muffled yelling.
Feng Xin’s voice. Hm …..something must have happened with the flower demon.
He was unsure if he had fallen unconscious, or simply fallen asleep…either way, he awoke to the rock hard cock in his pants throbbing and twitching waiting for release, the yelling causing his entire body to itch painfully and only increase the burning within him.
“What the fuck did you do?! Huh?! You scumbag! What did you do?!”
More yelling. Shut up! He did nothing! He’s been just laying here!
“Fu Yao! Hey!”
Oh that’s… .that’s new. .
Since when did the demon know his disguise's name? He can’t recall them using it once.
“Hahahahaahaha~ what a cute name for a cute little one….let me help him…yeah? Let me teach him how to help you in the future.”
“How dare you! Shameless ! What did you do to him!?”
Two voices. Two people with Feng Xin’s voice. Wait.
Squinting open his eyes slowly, hoping the burning in his gut subsides for a moment enough for him to focus on the scene before him, Fu Yao finds Feng Xin, the real(?) Feng Xin, holding up the still partially armless ‘Feng Xin’ imposter, a thick mask wrapped around the lower half of his face, protecting him from the pollen.
Where did he come from? When did he get here? Why was he here?
“N-Nan…” He tried, but his voice felt far away, his throat felt constricted…he felt…weak. Seeing Feng Xin in all his real glory though, was fueling him more than he would have liked to admit, and the heat within him curled more and more. His cock ached for attention and twitched at the sight of Feng Xin gripping his impersonator's neck, holding the creature above the ground, glare radiating pure rage.
Fu Yao never was one for feeling weak, disguise or not, or feeling like a damsel in distress, he was a martial god in his own right dammit! He knew he could take demons and ghosts and all creatures of any sorts alike! But…..he could still admit that Feng Xin seemingly being protective over him was attractive as fuck though, right ?
“I did nothing to him….he did that to himself…stupid boy didn't want us…he killed ALL my sisters…horrible horrible horrible.”
Feng Xin - the real one - despite only the upper half of his face being visible, looked absolutely furious, his fingers clenching around the demons neck in a way that made Fu Yao press his unpinned thigh to his wounded one as much as he could, as if that could provide the friction he craved.
“Oh fucking get over yourself!” Feng Xin groaned, manifesting a sword he kept on him as backup for close combat, and impaling the flower demon on it, causing it to let out the most animalistic scream.
Fu Yao thought he caught a glimpse of Feng Xin rolling his eyes at the cries, something he surely would have caught on from Mu Qing himself, but he couldn't be too sure, not with his vision going in and out slightly. At this point though, he was unsure if it was due to the extreme pain in his thigh, or the desire that crept through his body like a slow infection.
Feng Xin tilted his blade, letting the dissipating body slide off the weapon unceremoniously before collapsing onto the ground, only to implode into nothingness. He could swear he watched the archer spit on the ground where the creature once was.
“Fe-Feng….” He tries again, collecting his voice as much as possible to catch his fellow god's attention. Thankfully, although it was just a small whisper, Feng Xin still spun towards Fu Yao with concern plastered over his visible features. When their eyes met, Fu Yao’s cock twitched, as embarrassing as that was.
Even worse. He whined.
“Holy shit! What the fuck! Are you…what did you…oh my gods…” Feng Xin rambled once he ran over, thankfully ignoring the others horribly embarrassing state & noises…. his hands hovering over the hilt of Fu Yao’s sword as if debating on pulling it out.
Fu Yao removed his own numbing hands, winching as they flopped onto his lap. Feng Xin took that as his approval, and as quickly as he probably could, pulled the sword from the flesh of Fu Yao's thigh.
He groaned as the blade skid against the bone he had scraped beforehand, and tears gathered in the corner of his eyes.
“Shit….shit…I’m-I’m sorry!” Once the sword was placed off to the side, Feng Xin's hands flew up in surrender. The only noise between them being Fu Yao's heavy panting. He swore he could feel the heat radiating from Feng Xins body, and it made him either want to curl into a ball or hump the man like a depraved animal.
Thankfully , due to the numbing in his limbs, he didn't move to do either.
Suddenly though, his leg was lit up in heat, and despite the numbness he could feel the hands that grabbed at the fabric around where the impalement was. He watched silently as Feng Xin tore the fabric enough to inspect the wound to the best of his ability, before tearing off a piece of his own robes.
His sleeve. To be specific.
Fu Yao ignored it, Feng Xin was acting on instinct is all, he isn't thinking of anything like….like that. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus his breathing on the pain radiating from the wound, and not the sparking pleasure he gained from each touch of Feng Xins hands as he wrapped Fu Yao's wound.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain where the wound was, an intense pressure on it that caused him to wince, even going as far as attempting to slide away from the hands aiding him, attempting to curl himself into that ball he thought of earlier.
“Oh no you don’t, you actual fucking idiot” The pressure on his wound stopped, and two strong arms fell onto his shoulders, keeping him in place as best as they could. Fu Yao couldn't hold back the gasp that left his lips at the contact. Whining, he opened his eyes, his lower half squirming as it was back to being tended to.
His body kept working against him, letting shameless and embarrassing noises fall from his lips, but despite his… desire …for the other man, he was still skeptical, watching Feng Xins every movement.
Why would Feng Xin help him like this ? Why was he even here?
“…Look at what they did to you….gods…look at what you did to yourself….why didn’t you call for backup when you had the chance?”
Feng Xins scolded as he pulled his mask down at last, letting Fu Yao see the full extent of his concerned features. Despite the circumstances, Fu Yao felt butterflies flutter in his chest for a moment from the thought of Feng Xin fussing over him.
Then again , that could have also been the aphrodisiacs. He couldn't tell the difference anymore.
He hated to admit it but despite the mission going worse than he could have imagined, Fu Yao was…enjoying the attention and worry over him from Feng Xin…..it was nice to pretend that perhaps Feng Xin cared for him in the same way, would offer to help Fu Yao with his little problem in his pants, then stay by his side as he re-cultivated afterwards.
Yeah. It was nice to think of those things. Nice to pretend.
Fu Yao, despite every touch from Feng Xin burning his body - his erection growing more and more painful with each brush of his hands against Fu Yao's body - let himself be manhandled into Feng Xins arms after his wound was officially wrapped tightly. At first, he tried protesting, but Feng Xin glared at him with a look that gave no room for argument, so Fu Yao, with an eye roll, shut his mouth. He wasn't in the mood to talk anyways. He was sweating, beads of it dripping down his face, his chest, the back of his neck. It was utterly disgusting. Not to mention how horrid he was truly feeling - how did Xie Lian do this all those years ago? How did he manage?!
Perhaps it had something to do with their age differences? Xie Lian was much younger at that time, whereas now Fu Yao, although disguised, is over 800 years old. Perhaps his lack of experience after so many centuries played a part in his quick submission to the pollen.
He was unsure. Another thing to bring up to Ling Wen.
Each step Feng Xin took in the direction of…..wherever he was taking Fu Yao….caused him to feel nearly nauseous, the heat becoming too much, not to mention the sweat, and the dizziness. He felt like he had the flu, but with the increased need to be touched.
Yet his length remained to be untouched, throbbing, swollen, and painful.
Maybe Feng Xin had not noticed?
Surely he must have when he picked Fu Yao up, right?
Wouldn't he have mentioned something in that moment though?
Did he even understand that Fu Yao was under the effects of the pollen?
Whining, he squirmed in the bridal carry Feng Xin had him in, desperately wanting to rid himself of his tight and warm clothing so badly, but they were out in the open still, and despite the aphrodisiac coursing through his body, he still had the sense to not undress and get himself off in the middle of the road.
He hoped he was being brought back to the heavens, where he could heal his leg wound and take care of himself the way he needed to. Maybe the medicinal gods would have something to help him? Something Ling Wen was unaware of?
“How are you feeling, dumbass?”
“Mmmmphh” He groans in response, turning towards Feng Xins body and shoving his head into expanse between his neck and shoulder in order to hide his face. Yet the second Feng Xins natural woodsy and leather scent hit his nostrils, he only felt weaker, and breathed in deeper, mouth partially open against Feng Xins neck as if that could gather more of the delicious scent.
“M-M-Fu Yao… what are you doing ?!” Feng Xin gasped out, but he didn't drop Fu Yao, nor did he pull himself away from the disguised god all but sniffing him like a dog.
He could barely form a coherent thought, all he could focus on was the fact that Feng Xins scent was causing his brain to fog as if it was a pollen itself, like the aphrodisiac.
“Hey…I need some sort of response from ya….” Feng Xin says softly, shaking him so that he jostles around slightly.
“So…so hot…..body hurts…” Fu Yao pants out, wincing at how whiney his voice sounds. His leg had been healing itself, reducing the one intense pain to a steady throbbing. It seemed like his body was much more focused on fixing up that wound first, before eating through the aphrodisiac. He was thankful though, he doesn't think he could deal with the two types of pain much longer.
Feng Xin chuckles, holding Fu Yao tighter to his body as if that would solve all of his issues, rather than make him feel more and more inflamed. “I wonder why!” Feng Xin huffs out in between laughs.
“Where….where are w-we going…home?” Fu Yao mutters into the safety of the gods neck.
“.........If that’s what you want.”
Fu Yao didn't know what he wanted.
Okay, well. He did. It’s not like that was just…something he could ask for though! Feng Xin may have had his back tonight, but that didn't mean he was willing to…to help Fu Yao with…well…the consequences of the mission.
Feng Xin must’ve noticed Fu Yao's hesitation and silence, as he suddenly stopped. Fu Yao lifted his face enough, just enough so he could see where they were, but could still smell Feng Xins calming natural scent. They had reached the outskirts of the town, and were standing merely feet away from the inn Fu Yao remembered passing on his way to the cave.
“I don’t…I didn’t want to assu--uh….did you ... .did you want help….?” Feng Xin muttered quietly, so no passers-by could hear him.
Feng Xin had seen himself in the cave, he knew Fu Yao…Mu Qing….whoever….Feng Xin knew he desired him. Yet he doesn't seem disgusted….why would he offer….
“You don't have to.” Fu Yao mutters sharply, but proceeds to shove his face back into Feng Xin's neck.
“I know I don’t have to. I could always bring you back to the heavens…drop you off with the medicinal gods and see if they have a cure…but….I wanted to give you the choice. Do you want me to help you?”
Fu Yao breathed heavily, Feng Xin’s voice only made his toes curl and his stomach burn.
He didn’t want this, not if it was charity from Feng Xin. He wanted the archer to want him in the same way Fu Yao did, he wanted Feng Xin to desire him as well.
Fed up with waiting, Feng Xin slightly shakes him again, hissing out a “Fu Yao! I need you to talk to me here, okay? Please?”
“I-I….”
“You?.....”
His body felt like it was shutting down. One half of his brain wanted to crawl up Feng Xin like a tree, just take what he wanted and needed. He wanted to ride Feng Xin like he had read about in some shameless scrolls he had accidentally stumbled upon years ago, be taken care of by Feng Xin, and maybe trace every single abdominal muscle on the man's body with his tongue as if it were a candy. This half of his brain was ready to give up the cultivation path he had followed for millennia, ready to change to a new path and re-establish himself - perhaps even grow stronger…who knew.
The other half was embarrassed, not wanting to seemingly end up in Feng Xin’s lap like a little maiden - no matter how much he liked feeling as though Feng Xin was protective over him - because who knew what Feng Xin would think of him after all of it? Would he make fun of Mu Qing going forward? Would he tell any other officials?
By now, he was sure that Feng Xin could feel the sweat soaking through his robes, and he ignored that thought to the best of his ability as he focused on the scent of the other man and the way his hands felt holding Fu Yao's smaller body.
“Can you just….fuck…” Feng Xin whispered oh so silently, Fu Yao nearly didn't hear it. The rasp in his voice sent a bone chilling shiver through Fu Yao's entire spine.
“Can you just tell me Qing-er …please?”
“Qing-er” Gods say it again, please Feng Xin.
Fu Yao’s jaw dropped at the feeling that rushed through his body at that. Hearing the term of endearment felt as if a coil snapped within him, and he saw white. Slapping a hand over his mouth right in time, he let out a strangled moan, before suddenly feeling slight, very minor relief.
Wait.
He couldn't even manage to feel the embarrassment he felt in that moment, because the white surrounding him suddenly became black, and he let it take over.
“Sh-shit…I’m--oh fuck....okay…uh…holy shit…” Feng Xin stuttered out, holding Fu Yao impossibly closer to himself as if he could shield the smaller man from those around him. Looking down, the archer caught sight of Fu Yao's eyes closed peacefully, as the man in his arms passed out from the force of his very first orgasm in well…ever.
“Fuck! Uh--! Is that a yes! To the inn!? I’m gonna assume it’s a yes! You can punch me later if not! We’ll figure everything out here though! We need to be inside!” With that, found a small ally to shift into Nan Feng and proceeded to sprint into the inn.
The first thing Fu Yao notices is that he felt light, as if he was on a soft muscley cloud surrounded by his favorite scents. The cloud was moving a lot, as if it was speeding through the sky. It also became very loud, barking orders to someone as if a human or god alike would listen to such an obnoxious tone of voice.
It took a moment of blinking himself away, and taking in his surroundings, to understand that Feng Xin- no, Nan Feng was the cloud - no surprise there - and the two were standing at the front desk of an inn.
“Listen! I need a room immediately! I can get any payment you want! Just give me a room damnit!”
The man working the desk sneered, hissing out “You could never afford it. Plus...I refuse to give a single room to two men. ”
Nan Feng nearly roared, Fu Yao could hear how his breathing was quickening and growing more strained as he tried to not strangle the horrid innkeeper.
He felt Nan Feng maneuver him slightly, holding his weight in one hand while digging in his pocket for something. With a huff, he suddenly slams a gold bar on the desk, glaring daggers at the innkeeper.
Fu Yao was trying really hard to not whimper like a whore, if he was being honest with himself. Seeing the others' anger pointed at anyone but himself was just…really attractive.
At that shameless thought, he notices something else. The second being the wetness within his undergarments. Suddenly the embarrassment from climaxing in his robes, over being called something as simple as “Qing-er ” no less, slams back into him. He closes his eyes and tries to disappear because holy fuck there was no way in the heavens that Feng Xin had missed that - not unless he was deaf and blind.
Feng Xin should just let him die here, he wants to anyway. How can he face the damned archer, knowing he just watched him soil his own robes in such a debauched way!
Trying his best to ignore the sticky feeling whenever he’s jostled slightly, he opens his eyes back up to try to focus on the asshole innkeeper and back up Feng Xin if need be.
Silently, the innkeeper had pocketed the gold bar, and now with a wave of his hands and an eye roll that rivaled Mu Qing's own, he threw a key towards the two and shooed them away, muttering “one night and that’s it” under his breath as they walked towards their room. Once secluded in the halls, Nan Feng melted away and Feng Xin was once again holding him. His angry breathing settled down, along with his heartbeat - which had been rapidly beating as if he had run a marathon.
“I’ll have to remember to thank Qi Ying back in the heavens…I didn’t have any mortal currency on me…” Feng Xin laughs once he notices that Fu Yao had woken up.
It was silent for the rest of the walk, save for the soft sounds of Feng Xins now steady heartbeat, and Fu Yao found himself growing more and more restless once again, the burning within him growing larger upon larger flames.
Hm. It seemed that the relief from the orgasm was truly very short lived.
“Oh, here we are.” Feng Xin mutters more to himself than anything once he rounded the corner, coming face to face with the wooden door. Yet when he didn't move to open the door, Fu Yao whined softly, nudging the door with his boot, telling Feng Xin to ‘hurry up’ while saving himself the embarrassment of actually saying those exact words.
Feng Xins soft amused chuckle made his cock officially twitch back to life.
“I don’t want to hear any complaints about me bringing you here! No being bratty!…You uh…you kinda passed out? After you--you know….and that was worrying! So uh…l-let’s just get you comfy, yeah?”
He clumsily opens the door and maneuvers through the archway, careful to not hit Fu Yao’s head on the doorframe. Feng Xin closes the distance between them and the bed fairly quickly, placing Fu Yao on the small mattress, before standing back up and taking a step back - observing Fu Yao, scanning him for any other injuries, he assumed.
“How are you feeling?” He suddenly asks, and Fu Yao nearly shrinks in on himself from how intense Feng Xins stare is.
“I-I don’t know!!…Warm…it hurts…my clothes....they…” He trails off, gesturing to himself to the best of his ability, but the numbness was yet to disperse from his limbs.
“Mn…ok….are we gonna--can we talk about what happened?” In the cave I mean…before we do--well anything…”
“Feng Xin….” Fu Yao whined, squirming in his place on the bed. The slight rubbing assisted in giving him a small bit of friction, which caused him to moan out slightly. His eyes had closed at the heat that coursed through his body. Even his robes, at the slight rub against his erection, gave him a small amount of teasing pleasure. He felt as if he was being pulled taunt, teased by his own clothing. He didn't want to talk. They had done enough talking, arguing, fighting, whatever - for centuries now. He wanted relief. He wanted Feng Xin. He wanted Feng Xin to want him.
“Listen…I…I don’t want to do this if it's not what you want. I don’t want you to do something with…with me that you’re going to regret…”
“Fucking--! Feng Xin if you don’t want to just say that! I’ll get someone else’s help” Fu Yao sneered even if he hadn't meant it, but hurt had blossomed in his chest.
Despite the hungry look in Feng Xin’s eyes, he seemed so…. apprehensive …about helping him. If Feng Xin wouldn't help, he wouldn't be getting any help…he knew that for certain. He refused to break his vows for anyone else. The one exception was Feng Xin. He had decided that long ago and wasn't planning on going back on that.
“What!?” The other hissed through his teeth. “No!? You aren't going to anyone else! What the fuck!”
“Yes the fuck I will! I’m sure Ming Guang will set aside his distaste for me to get his stupid, useless dick wet!”
“Pei Ming!? You can’t be fucking serious?! Knock it off!” Anger was rolling off of Feng Xin in waves. This felt more natural, despite the current situation of there being some semblance of peace between them, the arguing was who they were, it was how they worked. Fu Yao could only deal with a soft and nice and…..caring Feng Xin for so long, until he became suspicious.
Yet genuinely, all that aside, he couldn't see what the goddamn problem was! If Feng Xin didn’t want to help, why the fuck couldn’t he get someone else’s help! He couldn't imagine Feng Xins ego was so fragile that him going to Pei Ming was really that big of a deal!
He still wasn't going to, of course. He wouldn't even touch Pei Ming with his Zhanmadao.
He just happened to know that Feng Xin had specific dislikes towards Pei Ming, and knew it would piss him off. So naturally of course he would bring up Pei Ming. Yet this kind of reaction? This was much more than he had expected from the archer before him.
“Maybe I am serious.” Fu Yao purrs out teasingly, squeezing his thighs together with a devious smile on his face. The sticky feeling returns as it spreads to more area space on his thighs, he somehow manages to school his cringe. “Maybe I’m not….”
“Fuck off! You--! What the fuck! Maybe I won't help! You’re being such a brat!” Feng Xin roared, huffing around as he paced the small room.
What an insolent man! How childish! Stupid, stupid men!!!!
“Fine! Get out! Go away! I don’t want to see your stupid face!” Fu Yao hisses, bracing a hand onto the bed when he feels a rush of warmth and dizziness wash over him like a tidal wave. He shudders slightly, but shakes it off, hoping Feng Xin doesn't notice, and continues to glare at the other man as aggressively as he can manage.
“No!” Feng Xin softens slightly. He definitely noticed.. “You want my help. I know you do. I just don--”
“Don’t want to help, I know! I don’t want you, you cocky asshole! Leave me alone!” They both ignore how Fu Yaos voice cracks mid sentence, and for a moment, Fu Yao thinks that Feng Xin is going to leave, as he straightens his back and clenches his fists that hang by his sides.
Yet instead, Feng Xin takes a step towards the bed where he sits.
“I know you want my help. I saw the flower demons, you moron. I watched as you came in your fucking pants for the very first time from me whispering in your ear….I know you desire me..” He stares at Fu Yao as if he was prey, going as far as even licking his lips as he stalks closer and closer to where the ‘deputy’ is sitting and playing with the threads on the makeshift bandage on his thigh, trying to distract himself from his desire.
Emphasis on trying .
“That doesn't mean anything. I don’t know why they did that. P-Plus! I inhaled the aphrodisiac! That was out of my control! It had nothing to do with you! It could have happened around anyone. ”
“Ha! HAHAH! You idiot! You know as well as I do that once they figure it out, they take the form that best appeals to you, they’ve evolved since the first time we’ve heard of them, as you know. The facts don’t lie! You desire me. Me simply whispering in your ear made you cum. Admit it. Admit it and I’ll help you.” He moves even closer, before dropping his voice to a soft whisper. “Imagine what I could do if I was actually touching you.”
“Shut up!” Fu Yao huffs, breaking eye contact and staring down at his thighs, willing his cock to stop hardening and his cheeks to return to their natural pale color.
“I do as well. You know that right?’
“What the fuck do you mean, you oaf!?’ Fu Yao cries out, the frustration of it all getting to him slowly.
“Desire you.” Feng Xin stepped forward once again, now right in front of Fu Yao, his crotch nearly face to face with Fu Yao.
How utterly shameless!
Wait. Wait, wait. Back up.
“What? Shut up!”
“No. You must know by now? Surely?” Feng Xin coos, as if Fu Yao was a small child that needed help with his school work.
“I don’t even know what the fuck you’re going on about, Feng Xin!”
“I want you, I desire you, I want you all to myself….how else do you want me to fucking say it!? Stop making me embarrass myself while you stare at me like a fucking fish!”
“S-Stop lying! Even…even you could never be this cruel!”
“I don’t want you to go to fucking Pei Ming, or anyone else for that matter.”
Feng Xin spoke with such conviction, that Fu Yao almost believed him. Yet he knew that despite the fact that they weren't at each others throats as they used to be, Feng Xin didn't…...there was no possible way he harbored similar feelings for him.
“Stop! Stop right now!” Fu Yao scolds, lifting his legs onto the bed and ignoring the sad feeling he felt at the loss of the friction, ignoring the slight throb from his wound, ignoring the sticky feeling of the cum that had yet to dry in his robes - a reminder of his embarrassment, he moves back to be farther from Feng Xin. The farther he was, the better.
“Don’t you understand? Let me help….please…if it’s anyone…let me do this ....”
“W-Why…why would you want to help me….” He’s embarrassed to admit his voice seemed to grow in octaves each time he spoke with how whiney it had unintentionally gotten.
“Oh my gods-- do I have to spell it out for you?!” Feng Xin groans in growing annoyance, as he crawls onto the bed, crowding Fu Yao against the wall that the mattress is pushed up against.
At Fu Yao's silence, the god sighs, letting his head fall forward for a moment, and the trapped ‘deputy’ can catch sight of the blush that covers his cheeks & the tips of his ears. He seemingly collected his thoughts, before he lifted his head and met Fu Yao’s eyes in an intense and determined glare.
“I like…no I might actually think that I l-love you….idiot…as Mu Qing, as Fu Yao…whoever you pretend to be and who you actually are.” He takes a deep breath, and Fu Yao watches as he bites his lip in thought. Fu Yao wants to kiss the pain from the bite away, wants to flip them and crawl into Feng Xins lap to shove his face back into his neck. He had not even comprehended what Feng Xin had admitted to, if he was being truthful. He heard it, but was yet to process a single word. Feng Xin took another deep breath, looking slightly away from Fu Yao, to avoid his eyes once again.
“I have for a while now, and I….I just….I want to help. I do. I don’t want you to think I don’t with that fucking overthinking ass mind of yours. I just do not want you to regret it. If we…if we do this…if I help you, that’ll break your vows. I don’t want you to regret…. me ....”
At Feng Xin’s resounding admission, the words finally processed in Fu Yaos mind, and his jaw fell to the ground. His mouth opened and closed, surely making him look quite goofy.
Feng Xin loved him. Him ! The thought could have made his climax hit him, if he wasn't so flabbergasted over how bizarre it truly was. Never in his dreams did he ever think it was possible for the other to share his feelings. It didn't feel real , he couldn't imagine this ever being real.
“You….--” He starts, voice breathy with what was surely want, need, love….all combined into one....add those fucking aphrodisiacs into the mix and he was sure he sounded just like the women in brothel down the street.
“If you’re going to make fun of me…or….or laugh…or anything…please just…don’t.” Feng Xin cuts him off, sitting back up so that he’s perched on his knees in front of Fu Yao. “I really am not in the mood for it. Either way, I’ll still help you, unless you don’t want me to. Which mind you, you still haven't explicitly said yes or no.”
They both go silent, staring at each other intensely. The only noise being Fu Yao’s small pants that he was unconsciously letting out, hardly realizing. Time ticked on for who knows how long, with Feng Xin sitting patiently, watching as Fu Yao mentally runs through every situation with Feng Xin recently, trying to place a moment where Feng Xin may have slipped up and revealed his feelings, something Mu Qing may have missed.
Feng Xin’s truly being honest? He loves me? The more Fu Yao thought about it, the more the heat in his belly grew, which he had thought to be impossible. He was scalding, the sweat that had cooled and dried on his body building back up tenfold, dripping down his chest and down the back of his neck. His cock throbbed painfully, once again completely hard from base to tip, and he felt as if he was about to burst at any second. Feng Xin loved him.
He hadn't even known how much time had passed, but assumed it must have been a little bit too much for comfort, given the way Feng Xin’s once hopeful expression drops, and he sighs pitifully.
“Okay.” He mutters, going to move off the bed, taking all the warmth along with him.
Despite Fu Yao's body feeling as though it was on fire from the pollen, Feng Xin’s withdrawal left him cold as ice, a chill that ran down his spine and shot through his heart.
No No No, wait!
Gathering the little strength he has, Fu Yao shoots out, wrapping his arms around Feng Xin, then proceeding to let his body weight flop back onto the bed, taking the god with him.
Feng Xin lands directly on top of him, and gods it hurts. It feels so good. It's painfully hot. It’s everything he needed and more. His thigh throbs. His growing presses painfully into his lower stomach, smothering it into his previous mess.
“Mmph!”
“Shit! Fuck! Are you okay!?” Feng Xin scurries off of the smaller man, bracing his weight on his forearms so that he hovers over Fu Yao much more comfortably.
The feeling of having the larger body pressed up against his own causes something within Fu Yao to snap, and he feels his self restraint and reasoning drain out of him. Knowing what he wants, he lets his body move on its own, his (still partially numbed, but doing a bit better) arms lifting up and around Feng Xins neck, pulling him down to collide their lips together.
It’s a chaste kiss, Fu Yao's first. Mu Qing's first. Yet it's perfect.
Feng Xin gasps into the kiss, his eyes wide in shock until he finally registers that the man he just confessed to is in fact kissing him, and starts to kiss him right back, letting it remain chaste for only a moment more before biting Fu Yao’s bottom lip gently.
He lets out a noise that’s somewhere in between a whine and a gasp, and Feng Xin fully takes the chance to invade Fu Yao's mouth with his tongue, exploring it as if it was one of his missions. The kiss quickly turns messy, and Fu Yao finds himself struggling a bit to keep up with the way Feng Xin's mouth is moving against his.
His eyes are closed, yet he can feel Feng Xin move a bit, shifting his weight to one forearm, as his other makes its way from beside Fu Yao's head, to grip his waist.
Despite his robes, Fu Yao can feel everything, the warmth of Feng Xin's hand, the grip he has on Fu Yao’s waist, the soft rubbing of his thumb. He felt as if he was being pulled in every single direction. He wants-- no he needs Feng Xin to touch him, craves it like a starving man.
Deciding he’s waited long enough, he starts to pull clumsily at Feng Xins robes, trying desperately to feel the soft muscled body beneath. The motion, though, brings Feng Xin back to the situation, and he pulls away from Fu Yao, who lets out an annoyed little moan at the loss.
Feng Xin's lips are red and glistening, Fu Yao wants them on his again, more than anything, but Feng Xin suddenly pants out; “Are you sure you want this? Me? Positive?”
“Fe-Feng Xin…please…fucking just…please?” Fu Yao whimpers. His cock, although already getting one orgasm out of him - at a mere term of endearment mind you…fucking embarrassing…his own conscious is never going to let him live that down- was now fully, once again painfully swollen and erect. The aphrodisiac must have a massive effect on your sexual stamina. He tries to not think about the fact that he was growing harder and harder over the course of the entire conversation (argument?) the two had that led up to this.
What does that say about me? He wonders mentally.
“Shit…fuck…okay baby…I’m gonna help okay? I’m gonna help you feel better…gonna make you feel so so good…you trust me yea?” Feng Xin rambles and begins to tear off Fu Yao's robes.
Fu Yao had never seen the man move that fast in his life. He tries to suppress a breathy giggle, but it sneaks out when he whispers out a soft “Always.”
Feng Xin smiles, and it’s so bright that it rivals the sun. He’s never smiled at Fu Yao like that before, nor when he’s just Mu Qing. The sight distracts him momentarily from the fact that he's suddenly completely nude, save for the bandage that Feng Xin re-wrapped around his bare thigh without him even noticing, but once he does realize, he can feel the heat of his blush creep onto his cheeks, and attempts to cover himself with his arms.
“Oh no you don’t.” Feng Xin laughs, grabbing both of Fu Yao's wrists in one hand, and holding them above the ‘deputies’ head. He then takes the moment to sit back to the best of his ability and take the fully nude Fu Yao in. His free hand strokes up and down the ‘deputies’ chest and waist, trailing his fingers lightly around his abdominal muscles. He was purposely neglecting the hardened length that sat mere inches away, even going as far as avoiding eye contact with it.
Cruel man! Horrible General Nan Yang! What the fuck!
While cursing the man out in his thoughts, Fu Yao squirmed, lifting his hips in an attempt to chase the friction he was nearly about to beg from the other man.
“So pretty like this…spread out…just for me…” Feng Xin muttered under his breath, possibly not even realizing he said it out loud.
At last, after what seemed like another 800 years, Feng Xin decided to stop teasing both himself and Fu Yao, finally let his finger gently trail down towards the cock that was so clearly causing the smaller man pain. It was obviously swollen, red as could be, as if the other had been hard for a decent amount of time and was simply suppressing it.
Considering who Mu Qing -- Fu Yao -- whoever -- was though, Feng Xin wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest. Then again, the effect of the pollen could also be the root cause, he remembered something about it causing a faster refractory period
He doesn’t touch the length at first, just letting his finger trail around the base, getting close enough where Fu Yao struggled more beneath him, thrashing around as if he was being tortured, and not pleasured.
Though, perhaps it felt like that to the poor ‘deputy’, perhaps another effect caused by the damned pollen.
Perhaps Feng Xin had been too cruel to his pretty little lover.
Deciding to grant him more release, Feng Xin suddenly let his hand slip away from the skin surrounding the cock, and out of nowhere, gripped the base of it.
The sound that fell from Fu Hao's lips was heavenly.
If Feng Xin could choose between ascending, and hearing that sound for the rest of his life again.
He was leaning towards the second.
Using the spend from Fu Yao's first climax that had stuck to his length, surely from being confined in his robes for a bit of time and had yet to dry, Feng Xin began to stroke up.
Fu Yao wailed.
Oh he was too cruel.
He hadn't even completed a full stroke, and Fu Yao had climaxed for the second time, cumming all over Feng Xin's hand and his own lower stomach, making a bigger mess than before. Feng Xin was sure some even landed on his robes, which he was yet to take off - too caught up in the moment naturally, but he couldn't find it in him to care too much yet. Who would care, when the man below him had his eyes rolled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, his hair slowly coming out of its typical ponytail. Fu Yao was beautiful, just as Mu Qing was. Only that fucking man could create a disguise that was just as effortlessly beautiful as he was.
Did it make him greedy if he hoped that he would share these moments with the real Mu Qing too? The Mu Qing without the disguise? Or was this a one time thing? To be fair, Fu Yao still hadn't actually said anything about loving him back. Or even liking him back! It was just a known fact between them both that the damned saber yielder at the very most desired him.
Was that it?
Shoving the pang of hurt aside, he focused back on the man below him, the man who needed help. The kind of help only Feng Xin could give him right now. Those discussions could come later.
“You did so good….you’re so good for me….” Feng Xin praises, as Fu Yao comes down from the orgasm. He reaches up and leaves a soft kiss on Fu Yao’s panting mouth, before slowly resuming his slow stroke of the cock he had refused to let go of.
“Feng Xin! Stop! T-Too much!”
“You can give me another, yeah? I know you can…”
His strokes picked up pace slowly, as he wanted to focus his attention on the head whenever he had reached the tip. He trailed his thumb repeatedly over the slit, smirking as Fu Yao let out more wails, thrusting into Feng Xins hand clumsily.
He should put up silencing talismans….the other inn residents probably think he's killing Fu Yao in here…that or they assume the correct thing and will complain to the innkeeper about the noise….
After this one. He tells himself, picking up the pace even more.
Fu Yao's wails turn into a mix of cries and moans, and Feng Xin wishes he could lean up and swallow them right from the source, but he was much more focused on getting Fu Yao to his third orgasm.
“Feng…Feng….A-Xin!” Fu Yao cries, trying to curl in on himself.
Feng Xin suddenly understands why Fu Yao orgasmed at the mere nickname earlier, because he felt his own hardened cock - which he was pointedly ignoring for obvious reasons - twitch in his robes.
“Again. Say that again.” He pants out, increasing his speed.
“A…ah ah…A-ahhh” Fu Yao tries, but each time it falls off into a moan, the pleasure becoming too much for his inexperienced self.
“Again.” Feng Xin growls, leaning down to gently bite Fu Yao's nipple, not once slowing down in his strokes.
“FUCK! A-XIN!” Another wail, another orgasm, another beautiful mess beneath him.
Fu Yao is whimpering to himself as Feng Xin removes his hand from the spent cock, wiping his hand on one of the blankets farther from them, proceeding to pull it over to wipe down Fu Yao’s front the best he can without water. It’s then that he releases Fu Yao’s wrists, letting the man bring them in on himself as he tries to regain his breathing.
“You’re so…gods….you're perfect….” He mutters, leaning back on his heels again, staring at the debauched Fu Yao for a moment more, just to take the full beautiful moment in, before standing up to place the silencing talismans.
“Where are you going?!” Fu Yao cries out, sitting up the best he can.
Turning slightly towards the bed as he puts another talisman up, Feng Xin smiles softly, moving his body once he’s done so Fu Yao can see his work.
“Shhh...shhh baby I’m still here… someone is so very loud, so I’m putting up silencing talismans….unless…you want them interrupting us? Are you into that? Being watched?” He smiles devilishly when Fu Yao's already red face grows brighter. He shakes his head in shock, clearly at a loss for words at the insinuation.
“I think you do.” He coos, walking back towards the bed once the talismans have all been placed, and slowly starts to remove his robes. “I think you want them to walk in, when my cock is deep inside you, you want them to watch me fuck you, don’t you?”
Fu Yao goes to protest, mouth ajar and ready to spout any defense he can - Feng Xin is sure - but his eyes trail down to Feng Xin's now bare chest, and his mouth promptly closes.
“Hm? Is that a yes? A no?” Feng Xin teases more, hands moving to remove his pants and undergarments. Fu Yao doesn't respond. In fact, it’s as if he never even heard what Feng Xin had even said. His eyes remain locked on the body before him, but more specifically, the completely hardened length that hangs between Feng Xin’s legs.
“You’re staring…” Feng Xin laughs teasingly, once he finally reaches the bed once more, and using one finger, he lifts Fu Yao's chin to meet his eyes.
“Th-that isn't going to--it’s…you’re too big! That’s not going inside me!”
“It will fit, don’t worry….I’ll prepare you so well, baobei….” Sealing his promise with a kiss, Feng Xin leans down and connects their lips once again.
Feng Xin kisses him as if Fu Yao is the first meal he’s had in days, nibbling at his lips whenever given the chance, and softly moaning out every so often. Fu Yao swallowed the sounds each and every time, praying that more would fall from Feng Xins lips.
When Fu Yao felt lightheaded, he pulled away from Feng Xin regrettably, panting like a dehydrated dog, but Feng Xin wasn't done, moving back on the bed and caging Fu Yao in between his forearms, before latching on to Fu Yao’s neck, leaving kisses and bites all all the way from Fu Yao’s jaw to his collarbone. He could have never imagined himself making the sounds that were spilling from him at that moment. Every touch of Feng Xin's lips on his skin left a burn that rivaled the internal burn of the pollen, yet from Feng Xin he couldn't get enough.
“Please…Feng Xin…” Fu Yao whimpered, breaking the silence. As if waiting for Fu Yao to say just that, Feng Xin suddenly leaned forward and latched onto Fu Yao's nipple, lightly biting it and flicking it with his tongue. Fu Yao’s moans were loud enough for the neighbors to hear if Feng Xin had not placed those silencing talismans, and he was suddenly horribly grateful that the other had thought of them. Taking the moment where Fu Yao was distracted with overwhelming pleasure, his other hand reached down and started trailing little circles around Fu Yao’s hole. The smaller man gaped at the action, and attempted to squirm away, but Feng Xin used his other hand to hold down a squirming - not injured - thigh, pulling it so that Fu Yao was spread wider.
“Fen-A-Xin…”
“Tell me what you need…anything….anything for you, always…” Is whispered against his lower stomach before another mark is sucked into his skin.
“You...need you…inside…hurts….” Fu Yao whines, and he just knows that he’s gonna hate himself for that, once the brain fog and pain of the aphrodisiac fades at last.
“I know you do, baobei...I know you do…” Feng Xin coos, pulling both hands away in order to manifest a bottle of oil.
“You need to relax for me…okay? Can you be good and relaxed for me? I gotta prep you…”
“Mmphhhh…” Fu Yao whines, but nods despite himself.
“Good, good…okay, spread your legs for me okay? Oh, let me--” Feng Xin quickly grabs a pillow from somewhere on the bed, and helps lift Fu Yao's already tired body up so that he can place it under his hips, before spreading both legs out a bit further so that he can fit comfortably between them.
Between them, the length of his cock slightly rubs against Fu Yaos, as it rests atop of it, and they both let out a soft moan at the feeling.
“I know, love…” Feng Xin pants out, gathering all his self restraint to not thrust his length into Fu Yao's unprepared hole, and uncapping the oil at last. “I know…soon…so close.”
One his fingers were nice and slick, he placed his dry hand on Fu Yao's uninjured side, while his other fingers circled around the contracting hole. It continuously winked at him, beckoning him to enter.
“Shit…” He muttered, finally letting one of his fingers poke slowly into the warmth that was Fu Yao. The smaller man let out a loud whine, shoving his face off to the side in order to hide it. Soon enough, Feng Xin would get him to look only at him and not hide his face, but for now, he was so focused on watching as his finger disappeared into Fu Yao to even notice.
Slowly, when his thick finger was halfway through, he began to pull it out, thrusting at a steady rhythm. He was enchanted by the sight, and while under that spell, he added a second finger, picking up his thrusts as he searched for that special spot within Fu Yao. After widening his fingers, and a handful of more thrusts, Feng Xin adds a third, once he does, Fu Yao nearly screams, and his hips lift up on instinct.
“What-ah-what the fuck!?’ He wails out, the force of Feng Xins thrusts making him slightly bounce, his erection along with him.
“Found it.” Feng Xin smiles cheekily, bending down to place a gentle kiss on Fu Yao's stomach.
Fu Yao felt like he was melting. Nothing from the past few hours felt like….whatever this feeling was. His insides felt tight, coiled up and about to snap. Every thrust to his prostate sent intense heated shockwaves through his entire body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to cover his own mouth, silence himself of the horrid noises he was making, but his hands were both preoccupied with wringing themselves into the blankets below him.
Faster thrusts, the feeling of Feng Xins length resting against his own, Feng Xin's soft pants….it was driving him insane. The sweating that had originally been triggered by the pollen once again accumulated, creating a shiny gleam around his body as he tethered closer and closer to another orgasm.
His own pants grew louder, tears gathered in his eyes from the overstimulation, and just when that coil was about to snap…Feng Xin suddenly withdrew his fingers.
“Fuck! Hey!” He cried out, whipping his head in Feng Xin's direction with a look of betrayal plastered on his face.
“Hm? Were you about to come again, Fu Yao?” Feng Xin coos teasingly, trailing the hand that once lay on Fu Yao's hip down to his ass, squeezing the globe within his hand hard enough to bruise.
“Why would you….why did you-” Fu Yao sputtered out, the tears that had collected in the corners of his eyes fell down his cheeks as he pouted.
“My poor baobei…so pent up….those flower demons were so mean to you….putting you in this state, hm little one?” Feng Xin places both hands under Fu Yao's thighs, minding the injury still, and gently tugs him closer so that Feng Xin can take his length and tease it around the place Fu Yao wanted it most.
“A…A-Xin….”
“I know…I know….”
Fu Yao's entire body was on fire.
Feng Xin's teasing was becoming too much, and after only what seemed like mere moments of being deliciously filled, he knew he couldn't stop now. Yet Feng Xin continued to torment him, using one of his hands to drag the monster length around Fu Yao's hole. It had been embarrassing at first, letting Feng Xin see the most intimate part of him like that, but the pleasure took over humiliation nearly instantly.
He was about to grab that stupid Ju Yang and take what he wanted himself, if Feng Xin wasn't going to do anything about it anytime soon.
Mercifully, his prayers were answered, and he almost thanked the heavens - almost - when he heard the uncapping of the oil bottle once more, before it was quickly recapped once Feng Xin’s length was coated in it.
“You’re so good for me….” Feng Xin praises as the head of his length makes contact with Fu Yao's rim, slowly pressing in. “Gods….gonna make this all mine, it’s all for me…right? Say it's all for me….say you’re all mine….” Feng Xin babbles out, pressing in more and more at a torturous pace.
“...” Fu Yao tries to speak, but it feels as if his jaw is locked open as the hardened cock carves out a home within him. It’s bigger than he could have even imagined, and felt as though he was being split down the middle. The stretch hurt but felt so good.
Gods, it was going to tear him in half.
Feng Xin continues to push in, slowly pulling out to add a bit more each time. It felt as if he was reaching into Fu Yao's throat with how large the member was. The slight pain of the stretching dulled as Feng Xin pushed more, rubbing soothing circles into Fu Yao’s hips. He felt completely and utterly full already .
“Tell me…” Feng Xin tries again, but this time he halts his movements, leaving Fu Yao to clench around him unconsciously. “Tell me or I won’t give you anymore….” The hand that was rubbing the soothing circles turns into a slight pinch as he tries to coax the words from Fu Yao’s lips.
‘Won’t give Fu Yao anymore’ how much more could there possibly be!?
“How much more could there be!?” Fu Yao hisses out, clenching his teeth as he looks up at the panting Feng Xin, who only smiles sweetly in return, looking down to where they are connected, then looking back up to Fu Yao with a cocky glint in his eyes.
“More than half.”
More than half.
More than half.
More. than. half .
Feng Xin's smirk grew, as Fu Yao felt his jaw drop, before letting his head fling back to the pillows below to stare up at the ceiling.
“You’re gonna tear me in half!” He cries out when he feels Feng Xin slightly pull out once more, preparing to push in who knows how much.
“No, you’re doing fantastic….you can take all of me…look at you…made for me….” Feng Xin goes back to babbling, his eyes locked on where he continues to bully his way into Fu Yao.
Fu Yao has no idea where the rest of Feng Xin is going, because he can feel him everywhere. The length had taken over his entire lower body, and he found it crazy that nothing had ripped, or that his organs had not been punctured from the force of the shallow thrusts. He had not even been aware of the sounds spilling from his mouth until Feng Xin groans out and mutters teasingly; “Who would have known Xuan Zhen's deputy would be such a slut….making those noises like a common whore…..”
Fu Yao shot him a glare, before clenching down as hard as he could, watching happily as Feng Xin threw his head back and let out a loud moan. The noise does something to Fu Yao, flicking a little switch within him, and for the second time that night, he reaches forward and pulls Feng Xin down the best he can, colliding their lips together. Feng Xin huffs out a little noise of surprise, but doesn't protest or pull away, continuing his assault on Fu Yao’s hole. While he’s distracted, Fu Yao flips them quickly, surprising them both at his sudden strength, so that Feng Xin is laying on his back.
“O-Oh fuck…” Feng Xin whimpers, looking up at Fu Yao like he hung the stars. “You look so good….fuck…go on baby…use me…use me however you want.”
Fu Yao’s cock leaks, a dribble of come dripping down from the tip onto Feng Xin's lower stomach below him. Spurred on by Feng Xin's words, he attempts to lift himself slightly, preparing to drop down a bit on the thick length spearing him.
Two hands grab at his hips though, halting his movements unceremoniously. Looking down at Feng Xin in annoyance, he finds a stern look on his lover's face, teeth clenched like he’s holding everything back.
“First. Tell me. Or I won’t let you ride me like a little toy…”
“Fuck! Feng Xin please!” Fu Yao cries out, attempting to move his hips so he can get the sweet friction he had quickly become addicted to.
“No.” Feng Xin huffs, holding him completely still.
“I’m yours! Shit! Fu--Please! Only yours!” Fu Yao cries out, leaning forward in defeat.
“Damn right, good boy.” Feng Xin praises, one hand grasping at Fu Yao's ass and the other going to hold his uninjured leg to help keep him steady. “Now go on, little whore, use my cock for whatever you need.” The man smirks smugly up at him, before thrusting up slightly as if to encourage him to move.
Experimentally, he slowly lowers down, letting the length enter him bit by bit. He had to be close now, surely. Looking down to get a peak, from where he is, it seems as though he only has a little bit more until Feng Xin is completely filling him, so nodding to himself, with a deep breath, he pulls up slightly.
Feng Xin seems to figure out what his half assed plan is, and he opens his mouth to protest, but before he can, Fu Yao lets his weight drop onto the cock, taking all of it all at once and spearing him completely. A loud wail escapes his throat,
Definitely more than a little! Gods he took way too much at once!
“Fu-Fuck….are…are you okay!?” Feng Xin cries out worried, both hands going to hold his hips steady as he leans over Feng Xin's body panting loudly. Tears escaped from the corners of his eyes without his consent, and he felt himself unconsciously clench around the base of Feng Xin's cock. His ass had finally made contact with Feng Xin's thighs, which he knew meant he was completely filled.
He couldn't respond, and only nodded limply in response, his hole fluttering around Feng Xin as he attempted to sit back up.
“Look at you, you did it….you took all of me…god…look at that.” One of Feng Xin's hands moves to the front of Fu Yao, trailing around a protruding bump on his lower stomach.
“Look at how deep I am inside you…” He groans out, pressing down on the belly bulge caused by his massive length. Fu Yao cries out, the pressure of the action pressing on his insides.
“Fuck-Fucking Ju Yang ….” Fu Yao whimpers, lifting himself slightly and letting his weight drop once more, the force of the thrust punching both their breaths out of them. He repeats his motion as much as he can, trying to milk Feng Xin of all his moans and whimpers, before his wound starts to throb a bit, and he finds himself halting, his ass to Feng Xin's thighs once more.
“Are you tired, little one? Do you want me to take control?” Feng Xin coos, but doesn't give Fu Yao time to respond before he sits up and scooches slightly off the bed so that his legs hang off the side, before placing both hands on Fu Yao's hips once more - gripping them hard enough that Fu Yao knows there will be bruises after - and lifting him slightly off his cock. Before Fu Yao can even register what's happening, Feng Xin begins thrusting into him as if he’s nothing more than a hole, nothing more than a toy created for the gods' pleasure.
“I stretched you so well, yet you’re still so tight, so little, I can basically seen my entire fucking cock move inside you.”
Where did this man learn to be this shameless?! Fu Yao found himself wondering, thinking about all the filthy things that the archer had whispered between them within the small amount of time they had been there.
Fu Yao had been reduced to nothing but intelligible whimpers and moans, his cock leaked between them like a faucet, dripping cum all over himself and Feng Xin. The coil that had been building up was growing tighter and tighter, the now familiar feeling of an orgasm looming over him. He can feel his hole clench around Feng Xin as tight as it could, which caused Feng Xin to let out a little whine.
“You gonna cum? Gonna come on just my cock?” Feng Xin chuckles out, speeding up in his thrusts, not letting Fu Yao formulate a response. “Gonna come completely untouched again, like a little whore, gods’ you’re clenching me so tight….”
Fu Yao wonders how Feng Xin is faring, and if his stamina and lack of orgasm has to do with the fact that he’s a god of sex. If that was the case though, he wondered what that meant for him…how much would Feng Xin get out of him? How long could he truly keep going for?
“Go on, little slut, come for me….” Feng Xin's filth brings him back to reality like a leash, and he feels the coil within him snap like a small twig. With such few words, he climaxes once again, this time splattering most of Feng Xin's chest.
As he does so, he can feel Feng Xin fill him at last, warmth rushing into him.
Feng Xin slows his thrusts gently, before laying back down and pulling Fu Yao with him, leaving them still connected. Fu Yao tried to not cringe at the feeling of his mess between them, and turned his face to bury it in Feng Xin's neck, leaving small open mouthed kisses there.
“H...How are you feeling…” Feng Xin pants out, rubbing a hand up and down Fu Yao's back soothingly.
“Tired…and a bit of relief…” Fu Yao mutters, his voice muffled slightly. He shoves his face closer into Feng Xin's neck, whispering out a soft "I...I think I love you too...."
Feng Xin smiles widely, unbeknownst to Fu Yao, and leans his own face closer to the smaller god in order to place a soft kiss on the side of his face. "That's good..." He whispers out, and Fu Yao feels a tingle down his spine at how Feng Xin's breath fans against his face.
The two are silent for a moment or two, until Feng Xin pulls back in order to inspect FU Yaos body. “I didn't hurt you…right?” He asks while doing so, worry showing brightly on his face that only fades once Fu Yao shakes his head. He can feel the flush that creeps on his face before he mutters out “you could have been rougher…” into the flesh of Feng Xins neck, shocking them both at this boldness.
Feng Xin sputters, but proceeds to roll them over so that Fu Yao is once again beneath him. Fu Yao looks up at him in determination, but his eyes widen as he feels the cock within him begin to harden once more.
What the fuck!? It had only been mere minutes!? What the fuck!? Fucking sex god freak!!!
“Well…we do need to make sure all that pollen is out of your system…don’t we?”
It was 8 orgasms, and a handful of hours later when the two leave the inn, Feng Xin - once again disguised as Nan Feng, throwing another gold bar to the innkeeper and placing a finger over his lips with a steady glare as he carried an exhausted Fu Yao out of the door in order to reascend back to heaven.
Trying to find a concealed and quiet spot, Nan Feng wanders around for a moment or two, eventually deciding on a small clearing in the woods that border the town.
“Feng Xin.” Fu Yao mutters out as Nan Feng once again melts away to reveal his archer.
“Hm?” Feng Xin hums, as he prepares to reascend.
“My cultivations…gone.” Is all he mutters, shoving his face into the gods neck. Something he had been doing a lot of today...
“Yeah…I…I felt it….your meridians I mean…back at the inn…just to you know, check…are you okay?”
Fu Yao nodded, but sighed sadly. “I was ready to move on from it, rebuild…I just didn't think it would feel like I lost part of myself afterwards…”
“But you don't reg-” “No I don’t regret it. If I was going to lose it to anyone, it would have only been you.”
Feng Xin smiled a shy smile, probably not understanding just how serious Fu Yao was at that moment.
“I’m going to rebuild it….” He mutters again, more to himself than the other.
“I’ll give you more spiritual energy you know…that last uh….last round…was dual cultivation…you know? Hence why you feel stronger than you would have…and could keep up the Fu Yao form so we could leave the inn…since we know that works…we could keep that up until you figure out your path--UH--that is…if you…if you wanted…to uh…to keep…uh…”
“Feng Xin…shut up…” Fu Yao reaches up and silences the stuttering archer with a chaste kiss, hopeful that it answers his question. The soft smile on Feng Xin's lips goes to show that it does. "Now let's get back to my palace, we both need a bath immediately."
Once reascended, and in the comfort of the Palace of Xuan Zhen - post bathing, on Fu Yaos demand - his disguise melts away and reveals a very tired looking Mu Qing, one who wobbles on his legs as he makes his way to his own bed. Feng Xin watches from the corner of the room, eyeing Mu Qing like he’s a baby deer learning to walk for the first time, and ready to sprint over in case Mu Qing needs his support.
“Feng Xin.” Mu Qing mutters, beckoning him over with a wave of his hand.
Feng Xin nearly trips over his own two feet as he moves quickly over to the other, crawling into bed next to him like the clingy man he was, wrapping his arms tightly around Mu Qings exhausted body.
It’s silent for only mere moments before Mu Qing hums, then wonders aloud; “How did you know where I was? Back in the cave, I mean.”
“What? Why wouldn't I?” Feng Xin looks at him confused, eyebrows quirked up in question.
“I thought you were already on a mission, which is why you couldn't descend yourself to take care of the demons? The mission you were on meant to pay off your debt to Ling Wen.”
“No? She told me my last mission cleared my debt.... I was in my Palace training until Ling Wen summoned me and claimed you were taking too long on a mission? Once she explained I was already halfway there…haha….” He scratched his head awkwardly, a flush creeping on his cheeks.
“What? You weren't on any mission?! Not a single one? Mu Qing sits up, wincing when his lower half throbbed painfully, along with the dull throb that still persisted in his thigh.
Feng Xin shook his head, confusion marrying his features still as he tried to connect the dots as to why Mu Qing was so upset.
Mu Qing huffs, annoyance radiating off of him in waves, yet he lets his body flop back into Feng Xin's waiting arms, letting his heavy eyes shut as sleep begins to take him.
Fucking Ling Wen. I’ll kill that little traitor for sure if I don't get my hot spring as compensation for her meddling...
Somewhere in the Palace of Ling Wen, the goddess sneezes into the sleeve of her robe. Collecting herself, she returns to reading the current scroll she had received, smiling to herself as she reads over the rumors of one of Xuan Zhens ‘deputies’ being seen with one of Nan Yang's ‘deputies’ at a small town inn, before lifting her fingers to her temple.
“Old Pei…I did it...you owe me 1 million merits…”