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Shen Qingqiu has his back against the cave wall, barely holding himself upright as his eyes roam desperately around the dim cavern, searching for any means of turning the tides of this horrid affair. His chest heaves as he attempts to catch his breath, his body littered with scrapes and bruises from the previous struggle.
His shidi stares at him with bloodshot eyes and a terrible sneer as he stalks towards him, Cheng Luan dragging against the stone floor and creating a shrill shriek that makes his teeth itch. The blade is already covered in blood. His blood– from a stab wound to the shoulder that stains his robe a shocking red.
When he had found his shidi qi deviating, he had known his odds of saving him were slim, but he truly hadn’t expected he would just end up dying alongside the brute himself.
Finally, his shidi finishes his threatening prowl across the cavern to where he had thrown Shen Qingqiu into the wall at the furthest end of the 'room,' where he was separated from his sword and the exit by his insane shidi. Not that he could currently use his sword anyways. As the brute’s hand comes up to seemingly begin strangling him– Shen Qingqiu finally feels terror make itself known, and he makes an absolutely insane decision.
Generally, qi deviations– especially in physical cultivators– tend to manifest in either rage or lust.
Shen Qingqiu does not want to be on the receiving end of either but, well. He has not made it to this point– overcome so much, just to die because his stupid shidi had recklessly decided to force his way through a bottleneck.
So, as the hand approaches his neck, he tips his head backwards and bares his throat, allowing a breathy call of ‘shidi…,’ to escape his lips.
The hand stalls.
Shen Qingqiu is familiar with lust– with what men want. As unbearably shameful and tortuous as it had been, there had been times that Qiu Jianluo came so terrifyingly close to whipping or kicking him to death that he had had to coax the vile man into fucking him instead so that he would stop.
Add to that the time he has spent around his jiejies at the brothel, and Shen Qingqiu pretty much has seduction down to an art– as rarely as he ever employs the skill.
Shen Qingqiu gasps as Liu Qingge’s rage softens and begins to morph into something hungrier, hand closing gently around his throat, instead of the harsh choking grip he had certainly originally intended it as.
Instead of the frantic and sporadic manner in which his shidi’s qi had been sharply stabbing into his senses, it is now more of a booming and irregular thrumming, threatening to overwhelm him in a new way.
His robes have already been mussed and pulled loose in their earlier violent struggle, and so he shifts his weight, allowing his right knee to bend and nudge against Liu Qingge’s thigh, his left shoulder (the one that had not been stabbed) elegantly dipping downwards, silk sliding over alabaster skin.
His shidi’s gaze snaps to the newly exposed pale flesh, the hand not on his neck dropping Cheng Luan to the floor with a reverberating clatter before shooting out to grip the thigh brushing against him, squeezing tightly; bruisingly.
Gods, this is embarrassing, and he can only pray his shidi will not remember this once he has recovered.
He cringes at the fact that he will not be able to hide his method of rescue from Mu Qingfang should he manage to drag the brute to Qian Cao. At least the healer has the least chance of spreading this little dalliance all about the peak should he discover it.
A thumb presses against his jugular, slowing the blood flow to his brain and making him feel slightly dazed.
He thickens his face and whines, a high and thready noise spilling from his throat as he looks up at his shidi from beneath quivering lashes– and there it is, finally. The rest of the brute’s rage melts into a heated want.
The sight of it unexpectedly calls forth a matching jolt of warmth in his gut. Curse his shidi for being so pretty. For Shen Qingqiu's own fucked up responses that had been driven into him.
As his shidi moves the hand from his neck to his other thigh, he resigns himself as he expects to be hoisted up against the wall roughly and mindlessly rutted into. It would not be anything he has not had to put up with before, and at least this time it would be for a good cause. Plus, he can’t really blame his shidi for this.
However, instead, as large, scalding hands squeeze at the meager plushness of his thighs, his shidi sinks to his knees.
An unexpected thrill runs down his spine as a sense of power and riveting control surge within him.
Liu Qingge is going to…
He swallows thickly.
Large hands part his robes quickly and yank down his pants, freeing his soft cock to the cool air of the cave, and teeth immediately attach to the bony protrusion of his hip. Tingles shoot through him from the point of contact straight to his gut, hot breath billowing over his skin.
His mind drifts as his exposed skin is lathered with wet and uncoordinated bites and sloppy kisses, and he slowly begins to harden to full length.
He threads his fingers into his shidi’s loose hair that has been dirtied by blood and dust.
What an unexpected turn of events.
What an overwhelming turn of events.
He feels unmoored.
“Nghh, Shidi… you…” he takes a few panting breaths, caught up in his own unexpected flood of shameful want, perhaps catalyzed by his own wildly unstable qi, “Ah, put your mouth on me.”
Losing his composure like this… how humiliating.
Liu Qingge shudders at the command and Shen Qingqiu is a moment later taken fully into a wet and pliant heat.
His qi sings as it reaches out instantly, sensing the chance to stabilize itself, and his nerves alight at the heightened stimulation it brings.
His fists tighten in his shidi’s hair unconsciously, and he feels as the man’s tense muscles slacken under his grip.
Okay. This is fine. Unexpected, but fine. Perhaps, slightly more than tolerable. Though a squirming disgust still persists in his chest, it is slowly being overwhelmed by smug euphoria at the success of his plan and an unexpected desire to consume this foreign subservient image of this obnoxiously beautiful shidi of his. This submissive position works to bring out the soft elegance of his features, and he allows one hand to fall loose from his shidi’s disheveled locks to poke a finger reverently against that disgustingly distracting beauty mark laying just below one of those dark grey eyes.
He has never felt less threatened by a man’s lust, and said man had been actively trying to violently murder him mere minutes ago.
That nauseates him as much as it stimulates him, but it will certainly make this whole experience a lot easier, and lowers the odds of him falling into a qi deviation of his own before he can successfully dual cultivate some sense back into his foolish shidi.
A slick tongue moves against him as the tight pressure of his shidi’s lips strokes his cock in a tantalizing rhythm, fingers kneading at his bare thighs. At the top of each stroke by his shidi’s mouth, a tongue flicks against his slit, which has begun to leak, and Shen Qingge can’t hold back a moan. A real moan.
“Shidi looks so good on his knees… finally paying proper respects to his shixiong.”
His words surprise even himself, but he can’t claim they didn't feel so right to say.
A blush blooms on the other man’s cheeks, his eyes glazing over in an eagerness that seems to beg for more praise.
The brute’s qi has begun to smoothen somewhat, as Shen Qingqiu feeds calming spools of his own qi into his shidi’s mouth, guiding it through jagged and tangled pathways. His eyes are still bloodshot, but they have lost that violent edge.
Shen Qingqiu pants, overwhelmed by the delicious and consuming sensation of his shidi taking him all the way to the hilt, the tight walls of his throat constricting around him.
He’s already so close, it having been such a long time since he had even taken himself in hand, and he hurries to shove as much qi into his shidi’s awaiting wet heat as he can. He grabs tightly to the hair in his hold and begins to move his hips in hitched little thrusts, holding himself back from giving in and fucking into the heat with abandon like he has the growing urge to.
Just as he comes, spilling down the other’s throat, he meets his shidi’s eyes and finds them to be near completely aware. The sight of his now present shidi gazing up at him as he swallows, pulling off to lick at his lips draws a ragged groan from his chest, even as a bubble of panic begins to swell in his chest as his arousal recedes.
“Shen Qingqiu…” his shidi rasps, and he dreadfully awaits some sort of accusation.
He collects his scattered emotions, building his wall that had unexpectedly begun to crumble back up, and says as coldly as he can, “Welcome back, shidi. This shixiong must say he was expecting to get his head bashed open against the wall, so he is willing to forgive his shidi’s boldness.”
The rest of Liu Qingge’s clarity comes back to him all at once, as he takes in his own position, kneeling before his most detested shixiong with his throat coated in the taste of his spend. He looks at the bloodied Cheng Luan, then to Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder which has by now soaked most of his upper robes in red.
Shen Qingqiu’s brain stalls as Liu Qingge scoots backwards on his knees to kowtow.
“What are you doing?” he asks incredulously, quickly covering his exposed flesh as his mind returns now that those eyes are off of him.
“This shidi has trespassed in an unforgivable manner. He has shamed his shixiong and begs punishment.”
He rolls his eyes and reaches down to yank his stupid shidi up by his robes. His cheeks heat as he scoffs halfheartedly, in that moment mourning the loss of his fan that lay in blood-stained tatters at the other end of the cave. “If this master had been unwilling to help shidi in this manner, he would not have.”
Liu Qingge raises his complicated gaze from Shen Qingqiu’s aching shoulder and his jaw unclenches as he speaks, “Then…”
Shen Qingqiu frowns, uncomfortable at letting Liu Qingge blame himself when, if anything, it had been himself who took advantage of the other man’s mindless state. He feels sick at the thought. He had been too caught up in the thought of not dying before to consider the implications of his actions.
“Liu-shidi was not in his right mind. This master is the one who forced shidi to debase himself.”
The brute’s brow furrowed, gaze shifting to the side as he seemed to be trying to recall something. “No… I– this shidi was going to kill shixiong. And shixiong… shixiong saved me,” his gaze turns unbearably earnest, “Thank you, Shixiong. This shidi owes a debt for life.”
This stupid shidi of his… he was tearing his thin face to shreds.
“Try not to kill yourself in a qi deviation before this master is able to collect on it, then,” he returns snidely, turning up his nose, and missing the feeling of being able to look down on the taller man.
Liu Qingge looks at his face searchingly before the ghost of a smile twitches at the corner of his still swollen, reddened lips, replying simply, “Mn.”
They make their way to Qian Cao together in silence. Shen Qingqiu had nearly turned around and killed the brute when he had made to go right back to cultivating, dragging him from the caves by his disheveled high ponytail.
He ignores the curious and invasive stares of the disciples they pass, hoping they focus on the blood from the fight more than the somewhat obvious hints of what else had happened.
He steals a glance at his shidi and it truly hits him what he has just allowed to happen, even as his stomach swoops at the flashes of memory.
How mortifying.