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Xie’er lay piled underneath a mountain of blankets in the bed he usually shared with Ye Baiyi. Behind the clouds that cast a muted hue over the grounds, Xie’er was sure the sun was yet to hit its highest point in the sky. But he found himself unable to face the remainder of the day given it’s less than ideal start.
He’d woken to an empty bed, the old monster he’d become accustomed to waking up next to apparently already risen. That in itself was odd, as the immortal had taken to unceremoniously waking Xie’er most mornings — usually by first rolling to wrap his arms around Xie’er’s body were they not already. Ye Baiyi would hold him, his hands laid either against Xie’er’s hip or wrapped around his chest. He would begin to slowly draw them closer together, nuzzling into Xie’er’s neck until their closeness in other areas proved too much for the older man to resist, and he inevitably began to softly grind his no longer slumbering member against Xie’er’s ass.
Whether or not this led to anything, Xie’er had come to enjoy their routine, so finding himself alone that morning had started the first small crack of uncertainty in his mind. The emptiness beside him reminded Xie’er a little too much of before, of him, when he’d been left every night they met as easily as one puts down a broken tool they no longer have any use for. As one leaves the remaining dishes at a feast when they have had their fill — cold and empty.
This wasn’t the first time Xie’er had thought of his Yifu, his broken body undoubtedly still lying deep beneath the snow where it had been buried. In the weeks and months following the avalanche Xie’er had thought of nothing but his Yifu. How Xie’er had failed him one last time.
Whether he’d expected to be pulled from the snow himself wasn’t relevant — the only thoughts he recalled having before the crushing weight and darkness were of his Yifu. When Wen Kexing had told him, as Zhou Zishu and the Immortal Ye had looked on, that Xie’er was the only one they’d saved, the searing pain that had ripped through him had eclipsed any physical pain he felt. Xie’er felt his chest collapse as it was consumed by a starving blackness that sucked the air from his lungs when he desperately wanted to scream. He would have preferred to roll his battered body into the open flame they were seated around and feel the flesh burn from his bones than face the yawning chasm of a future without Zhao Jing.
The only thing that kept Xie’er from joining his Yifu was the simple knowledge that he wouldn’t really be joining him; no, Zhao Jing would have long since crossed the Naihe Bridge without him. At least here he could find some small comfort in listening to the now ex Ghost Chief trade barbs with the great Immortal of Changming Mountain, sounding more like children than their respective titles would suggest them capable of.
Xie’er couldn’t remember where they were when he’d finally joined in to throw his own verbal dart at the old badger, body healed but voice broken from weeks of little use. The three of them had stopped, silent while they stared at him before Wen Kexing had finally burst out laughing. Xie’er watched as a wide smile slowly worked its way across Ye Baiyi’s features, the mirth clear in his eyes as he said Well, looks like the scorpion brat has finally rediscovered his sting. Xie’er enjoyed the curiously warm feeling that both the smile and the comment stirred inside him, however fleeting it had been.
When the group reached the place it made most sense for them to part they all turned to Xie’er, Zhou Zishu expressing his concern that perhaps it wasn’t safe to let the Scorpion King go his own way yet. Whether that was concern for the safety of others or for himself, Xie’er couldn’t say. It was likely both.
Xie’er had eventually decided to accompany Ye Baiyi, if only because he had no interest in sitting around watching the two Four Seasons’ love birds constantly make eyes at each other. If being with them only required the occasional overheard moan or slapping flesh, Xie’er likely would have been more open to it. Interested, even. But their deep affection was truly — painfully — clear, and more than Xie’er could bear to witness.
So he had followed Ye Baiyi, more like a lost cat than a real companion yet — really, he just couldn’t stand the thought of being alone.
When Xie’er had first seen what the immortal had referred to as his home he felt an immediate urge to trek back down the mountain and straight to the Four Seasons manor, hopeless lovers be damned. A series of rooms surrounded the central courtyard, itself overgrown in Ye Baiyi’s absence, with only one of the rooms habitable. At least Ye Baiyi apparently had enough dignity left to be slightly embarrassed — Xie’er took some sadistic delight in the light pink tint dusting that spread across his cheeks.
The first night Ye Baiyi offered to sleep on the floor and Xie’er’s affirmative answer took exactly no hesitation. He could only handle so much suffering.
Xie’er’s mind stayed clearest when his hands were busy, so the initial months of rehabilitating the other rooms were a blessing. Between rebuilding the structures themselves, cleaning the insides, and trying to wrangle Ye Baiyi’s chaotic method of existing, Xie’er was kept mostly safe from any deeper thoughts of his Yifu.
Until the nights, where he found himself unable to wrangle his own chaotic mind. Xie’er relived everything — his first memory of Zhao Jing, the gift of his first knife, his Yifu’s proud expression when he’d shown interest in poisons and potions when he was still young. Xie’er would cry, deep sobs that wracked his chest that he was sure Ye Baiyi heard even as quiet as he tried to keep his grief.
The immortal never mentioned it, but he didn’t need to. His expression most mornings bordered on what Xie’er would call pity. If he were still Xie Wang he would have gutted Ye Baiyi for looking at him like that. Now, in his despair, he couldn’t find it in himself to give much of a shit.
The first time since the avalanche that Xie’er considered he’d felt anything resembling happiness was at Ye Baiyi’s suggestion that they convert one of the spare rooms into something of a mixing room for him. Xie’er was shocked that the immortal would even consider repurposing a room into something entirely for him. Ye Baiyi had huffed at his surprised expression, had told him it’s just a room brat, no need to look at me like I just resurrected your lost love. Xie’er was pleased enough to ignore the immortal’s petty jab.
Xie’er had put the room to good use, mixing various concoctions that he knew would be somewhat valuable at the market at the bottom of the mountain. Not only did the simple act of making these things keep his hands busy once the physical labour required around the grounds had stopped, but he felt as though he was making a real contribution to the household. Like he wasn’t just mooching off the stupid old man.
He avoided making anything too dangerous, or at least anything he didn’t have the antidote ready for. Xie’er’s sense of self preservation was still in good working order the majority of the time, but he knew he needed to be safe for the times it wasn’t. He carefully labelled every poison and its antidote, even kept them paired on the shelves on the chance that Ye Baiyi was the one required to administer the cure.
It had been spring — at least what Xie’er thought must pass for spring on the mountain — when he had stopped part way through his usual preparation process. He knew Ye Baiyi was planning a trip to the market the next day, and he had wanted to check with him which of his poisons had been most popular. Xie’er padded his way lightly around the path that caged the courtyard and connected each room. When he didn’t see Ye Baiyi in any of his usual haunts, Xie’er made his way to the bedroom, sure the tired old thing had laid down for a nap. The bedroom that they still shared even though there was now plenty of other living space. Neither of them mentioned this fact to the other, and Xie’er was fine with that.
When Xie’er reached the outside of their door, he froze as he heard the distinctive sound of skin on skin. As far as he was aware Ye Baiyi wasn’t one to entertain guests, which meant the sound could only be one thing. Xie’er felt the muscles around his jaw tighten as his mind turned over his options. He decided quickly to walk away, to leave the badger to himself… No one liked to be interrupted during such a time. Xie’er knew that respecting Ye Baiyi’s privacy was the right decision, even as his hand reached out to slide the door open.
Ye Baiyi didn’t realise that he now had an audience and Xie’er didn’t blame him for that given his position. The immortal had his face pressed into the pillow, his hips kept high by his knees, and was already three fingers deep inside himself. The oil he had used to ease his way had the skin of his ass and inner thighs slick. Xie’er watched as he rotated his hips, the crude gyrating motion working Ye Baiyi’s fingers in and out of his hole. Xie’er couldn’t see his other hand — at least not directly — but by the angle of the man’s elbow he could tell that it was currently fisting his cock.
The pillow was muffling most of the sounds coming from Ye Baiyi’s mouth, Xie’er not fast enough to stop his own mind registering what a shame that was. Xie’er had obviously noticed over the last months that, although the man in front of him may be many-fold his senior, he was rather attractive. But no thoughts he’d had about the man had ever sparked enough lust in Xie’er to drive anything resembling a sex drive. Xie’er assumed that must have died along with his Yifu. Until now.
Xie’er stood quietly in the doorway, unmoving, unblinking, wanting to appreciate this unexpected gift. As the pace of both Ye Baiyi’s hands increased it became harder for the man to contain the moans that escaped his mouth, the volume becoming loud enough that Xie’er could actually start to make out words. Xie’er’s own cock had well and truly sprung to life beneath his robes but he held his hands easily at his sides — watching someone else’s pleasure while receiving none of his own was not a new game to him.
At the peak of the immortal’s pleasure he cried out what Xie’er was sure was a name. It was a familiar name, one he recognised as Rong Xuan’s father. Ah, Xie’er thought as his head tilted slightly, so even immortals have their demons.
Perhaps he and Ye Baiyi weren’t so different.
Xie’er made no move to leave as the man in front of him rolled on to his back, a little to the left of what Xie’er assumed was a sizeable wet patch on the covers. Ye Baiyi only grinned when he finally noticed Xie’er’s presence, the redness on his face now a product of his own pleasure rather than anything like embarrassment. He made no move to cover himself, let his bent legs splay open with his softening cock laying between his thighs. Xie’er registered its size even as it softened, was impressed by what the immortal had been keeping hidden under all of those layers of white. Xie’er shook his head when Ye Baiyi asked if he had been there the whole time, no, but long enough.
Ye Baiyi’s shit eating grin only widened to meet the gleam in his eyes, Well shit brat, the least you could’ve done was give an old man a little help. Xie’er only smiled in response and bent into a shallow bow before he left. Ignored the heavy weight between his legs until it softened.
They didn’t interact again that day, weren’t in the same room again until later that evening. Xie’er walked into the kitchen where Ye Baiyi was preparing their dinner, humming off tune to himself while he sliced vegetables. He looked up when he heard Xie’er enter the room, threw something of a cocky smile over his shoulder. Xie’er had no desire to bring up what he had seen earlier, didn’t consider it particularly necessary. He was still working through how he felt about the sudden return of his sexual appetite and had spent the remainder of his day following the incident contemplating a trip of his own to town to quench his apparent thirst.
Xie’er heard the soft clatter of metal against wood as Ye Baiyi put his knife down. He assumed the old man was moving on to the next of their dishes and so was surprised when he felt the immortal’s presence in the space immediately behind him. Xie’er turned to face him, their eyes level with each other, and he saw a careful openness in Ye Baiyi’s eyes. As the immortal brought his body closer to Xie’er’s, his mind took him back to the scene he had witnessed earlier, the muffled desperate cries ringing in his ears. His body reacted immediately, warmth spreading through his gut as Ye Baiyi got close enough for Xie’er to feel his breath on his cheeks.
“Look brat, I know these months have been hard for you. I know what Zhao Jing was to you, whether that idiot wanted to acknowledge that or not.” Ye Baiyi started.
“And?”
“And we’ve existed together in these spaces for months now.”
“You think that means I owe you something? Because you dragged this poor, helpless body out of the snow against my will to live out the embodiment of domestic bliss with you on this mountain? Lucky me” Xie’er snarked in response.
Ye Baiyi laughed, “I have no doubt if I tried anything you didn’t want you’d quickly find a new pleasure in testing the limits of this immortal flesh. But if you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t have even let me get this close, would you?”
Xie’er smiled sweetly, an expression he had mastered to cover the venom beneath, “You think, after less than a year, that you know me?”
“I’m not pretending to know you kid. But I know what I saw in you while you were standing at the door earlier enjoying your own personal show — hunger. It’s a feeling I understand. So no, I’m not trying to say I know you, I’m just suggesting we might both be able to reach some level of satiation.” Ye Baiyi reasoned as shifted his lips closer to Xie’er’s.
“Satiation? Ha! What do you know about satisfying my hunger, you old fool. You’re not him, and you never will be.” Ye Baiyi’s hands had moved to Xie’er’s hips where he grabbed Xie’er roughly and ground their hardening cocks together as he replied, “Good,” taking Xie’er’s mouth in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue, too vicious to be mistaken for romantic.
Ye Baiyi had fucked him over the bench, more slowly than Xie’er would have liked — he wondered whether increased endurance was something that came as a package deal with being immortal. But Xie’er couldn’t complain, he had come hard in Ye Baiyi’s fist, painting the wood he was bent over as Ye Baiyi painted his insides. They stood panting for a few quiet moments before Ye Baiyi pulled himself out. Losing the stretch of the man’s impressively sized cock had left Xie’er feeling empty in more ways than he cared to admit. It was fine though, it wasn’t the first time Xie’er would be left empty after such an encounter. He had learnt to deal with it.
Xie’er took the small kitchen towel that Ye Baiyi passed to him and wiped the cum from inside of his thighs. He crumpled the towel in his hands and began to walk towards the door before being stopped by Ye Baiyi’s voice, “Oi, where are you going?”
“To put the towel with the rest of our dirty clothing.” Xie’er responded with a tone implying the immortal was asking a question with such an obvious answer.
“Just throw it on the floor, we can take it out later. Dinner isn’t that far off.”
Xie’er stood frozen. Dinner? Of course he knew exactly what the man had been doing when he’d come into the room but Xie’er’s instinct had told him to clear out and come back for his food once Ye Baiyi had finished. Xie’er’s expression must have shown his confusion, Ye Baiyi asking “What’s that face for? You think I don’t want you here now because I’ve had my dick in your ass?”
The immortal scoffed as Xie’er averted his eyes. Yes, that was exactly what he thought.
“Idiot…”
The towel sat abandoned in the corner of the small dining room attached to the kitchen and Ye Baiyi served each dish onto the table along with their rice and a pot of tea. He sat and immediately began to eat, had tasted each dish and verbalised appreciation of his own cooking before he turned his face to Xie’er, still standing awkwardly. Ye Baiyi’s eyes gestured at the chair across from him as his chopsticks pointed in its direction as well.
Xie’er shuffled towards his seat, sat in the chair he’d sat in hundreds of times before while he’d eaten across from Ye Baiyi. His movements were stilted and in his mind Xie’er realised how odd his reaction was. Ye Baiyi poured tea into Xie’er’s cup and pushed it across the table towards him. Xie’er took it, drank deeply, hoped the tea would help loosen the stiffness in him. Ye Baiyi spoke as he ate — he almost always did — and the steady flow of noise gradually brought Xie’er back to a somewhat normal state.
They had slept apart that night. Although they continued to have sex, they didn’t start sharing a bed until months later — a particularly bad night that had Xie’er weeping into the early hours of the morning. That night Ye Baiyi had sighed bodily before standing from his spot on the floor to join Xie’er in the bed. Xie’er had tried to twist out of the tight hold he found himself in but the immortal was incredibly strong when he needed to be. Eventually Xie’er had no choice but to relax. He listened to the steady breaths coming from Ye Baiyi, felt the rhythmic in and out of his chest expanding, and drifted into a quiet sleep.
The two men were fairly in sync when it came to fulfilling their needs, but they still had times when they needed to learn from each other. Xie’er slowly came to view sex as more than a transaction, more than an experience where he was expected to only give and never ask in return. This realisation had started one day when Ye Baiyi had him pressed against a wall, holding Xie’er up while he drove inside him. Something didn’t feel right — was he prepped enough? Did he need more oil? Is it the wood against my back? — but he couldn’t tell exactly what it was.
Ye Baiyi noticed the crease between Xie’er’s brows, eyes scrunched close, and he stopped his movements. “Hey, brat, you good?” He asked.
Xie’er nodded in response but didn’t relax, opened his eyes to meet Ye Baiyi’s and the immortal saw tears collecting at Xie’er’s lower lashes. He pulled out immediately and gingerly lowered Xie’er’s legs, ensured he could stand before moving a step backwards. Xie’er let his gaze drop down to the floor, the tears in both eyes falling down his cheeks.
“I— ” Xie’er started, his voice catching in his throat. He exhaled, wiped the tears from his cheeks and looked at Ye Baiyi. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.”
Ye Baiyi’s expression travelled through multiple emotions before it settled on anger — exactly what Xie’er knew he deserved. He dipped his head again, hands playing with his robes while he waited for the immortal to voice his disappointment. Ye Baiyi sighed heavily and lifted his hands to cup Xie’er’s cheeks, forced his face upwards.
“Was I hurting you?” He asked.
“It’s not important.” Xie’er responded, his eyes refusing to meet Ye Baiyi’s.
“Not— ” Ye Baiyi paused to exhale in frustration, “Look at me brat.”
Xie’er’s eyes slowly raised to meet the immortal’s and he saw all traces of the previous anger gone, a soft concern in its place.
“It is important. The whole point of this is that we both enjoy it. I won’t shut down the idea of some pain every so often but that… that needs an entirely different conversation.” Ye Baiyi leaned his face forward to press his lips against Xie’er’s, the Scorpion’s arms staying limp at his sides. He stayed that way while Ye Baiyi tucked himself back under his robes, told Xie’er to stay where he was as he walked towards the door, likely to get Xie’er something to clean himself with.
Xie’er raised one of his hands to touch against his lips after Ye Baiyi had left. He really hadn’t been angry.
At least not at Xie’er.
Their relationship began to evolve from that point, Xie’er realising that the soft warmth he felt during their time together was probably love. He would catch glimpses of Ye Baiyi in seemingly contradicting states — practicing his martial arts, gardening, cooking — and would feel safe. Home.
The day Ye Baiyi had brought home a pipa for him, his previous one lost along with his Yifu, Xie’er had cried openly, a mixture of happiness and grief. His Yifu had given him his first pipa, had encouraged him to play when he realised what a useful tool it was, just like he had encouraged Xie’er with his poisons. This one wasn’t as ornate but it was well crafted, the weight of it natural in his hands. The first song he played was the one he remembered as his Yifu’s favourite, as though he could reach out with his music and tell the man he still thought of him. Still loved him.
Ye Baiyi hadn’t rushed him, hadn’t told him to play something that wouldn’t make him cry. Instead, he simply set himself to exist in Xie’er’s periphery — always present, but never pressing. That was the only time since their first night together that Xie’er had chosen to sleep somewhere else. When Xie’er had eventually returned to their shared bed Ye Baiyi welcomed him, held him close while he cried. Kissed his forehead when he’d told Ye Baiyi a cracked thank you.
Pulling a set of lighter robes around him, Xie’er began to wander the compound, too proud to call out to the man he’d come to think of as his companion. He walked the perimeter of the courtyard, checking each room quickly before moving to the next. Xie’er even outside the walls, where they kept the poultry they used for eggs and meat. Neither heard nor saw any indication that the immortal was around. At the realisation that Ye Baiyi wasn’t even here, at home, the small crack that had etched its way in Xie’er worked its veins a little longer, a little deeper.
To occupy himself, Xie’er tried making poisons. Since he and Ye Baiyi had converted the room, it had become the first way for him to soothe himself whenever he felt a little off. Today he found his hands were unsteady, shaking as though they were reflecting the building turmoil inside him. He persevered, pushed himself through the uneasiness. Ignored the rising pressure in his chest when he dropped his favourite jade bowl, another gift from Ye Baiyi, and watched it shatter at his feet.
Xie’er held his composure, talked himself down before the tears could begin to well in his eyes. He cleaned the mess, carefully swept both the powder he had been mixing as well as the broken shards. If he couldn’t make poisons, there were other ways to soothe himself.
He collected his pipa and moved to the courtyard to play, something he had come to truly enjoy now that he could play for himself. And he wasn’t too proud to admit that he enjoyed the way Ye Baiyi would often stop whatever task he’d lost himself in and come to sit with him, drinking wine while he watched Xie’er play. Xie’er even smiled at the thought, until it reminded him that the man wasn’t here with him now.
As he plucked the strings he finally began to feel his mind calming, the melody he had chosen working its way through his body, swirling warmly in his abdomen before diffusing up into his chest and out to his limbs. Xie’er let himself get lost in the sound, his fingers moving without requiring much thought. Lost, he finally began to forget the bitterness that had plagued him from the moment he’d opened his eyes that morning. Exhaling deeply through his mouth, Xie’er felt the some of the pressure release. He would be okay.
But when he registered the sour twang that ripped through any peace he’d finally found, felt all resistance in the string he’d plucked give way as it snapped, the tenuous grip he had on his mood shattered. He watched it happen within himself, just as he’d watched the bowl earlier when it had landed on the ground before him. His grip on the neck of his pipa tightened, his jaw clenched as Xie’er focused what little remaining energy he had within him on not hurling his beloved instrument across the courtyard.
Instead, Xie’er had chosen this — bed. If the day’s intention was to break him, he decided he would simply refuse to participate.
It wasn’t until he heard footsteps heading for the room that he realised how petulant this would seem to Ye Baiyi, as though he were throwing a tantrum like a child. It had been so long since he’d had an episode like this, the immortal would likely be disappointed with him. This unwelcome thought had Xie’er clutching the blankets closer around himself in response as heard the great Immortal Ye finally enter their room properly.
“Oi brat, don’t tell me you’re still sleeping?” He asked, before mumbling quietly to himself, kids these days… nothing but lazy…
Xie’er knew the words were meant in jest, had spent enough time with this man to know how he communicated. But when Ye Baiyi reached for the pile of blankets to pull his Scorpion brat from them, Xie’er all but snarled at him, vicious. Like a little barbarian, a voice inside told him. He hadn’t meant to react in such a way but, if he were being honest with himself, Xie’er was scared. Worried that when the soft barrier was ripped away from him, Ye Baiyi would see how pathetic he was, how simply waking up without the man had left him practically incapacitated.
What he hadn’t expected was to feel Ye Baiyi’s heavy weight press down on him, covering him completely while his companion spoke again, his tone gentle, “Hey, brat, what’s happened?” Xie’er relaxed enough for Ye Baiyi to pull the top of the blankets down to uncover his head, his usual dark braids spread on the sheet behind him as he turned his face up to look at Ye Baiyi. Xie’er’s voice hitched slightly as he spoke, the words almost catching in his throat, “Y…you were gone.”
Ye Baiyi smiled, “Just down the mountain to get supplies, we had nothing left in the stores to cook with tonight.” Xie’er only nodded in response.
“Bad memories?” Ye Baiyi asked, and Xie’er nodded again. Ye Baiyi shifted, leant his elbows on either side of Xie’er’s shoulders to position himself above Xie’er’s face. Here, he began to place kisses over Xie’er’s face — his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, the tears that Xie’er had finally let fall to his cheeks. When the immortal’s lips touched against Xie’er’s, he sighed into it. There was no real heat in the kiss, it had no purpose other than show Xie’er that Ye Baiyi was here. That Ye Baiyi was not him.
Their eyes locked when the kiss broke apart, Xie’er smiling up at Ye Baiyi. He still felt shaky, frustrated with himself that he had let his past flood him with insecurities again. But the man above him understood that, had been by his side since he had first lost his last reason to live. Before he’d discovered a new one in his own self. Ye Baiyi had learnt how best to help Xie’er when he had days like this, always seemed to know what Xie’er needed to lift him out of his own mind.
Xie’er was so deep in his appreciation of Ye Baiyi that he yelped embarrassingly loudly at the sudden and entirely unexpected sensation of teeth suddenly closed around the tip of his nose.
The old badger had bitten him.
Well, Xie’er thought, if the old man wants to play it dirty, I’m more than happy to oblige. Xie’er knocked Ye Baiyi’s elbows from underneath him, quickly grabbed at the immortal’s wrists as he flipped their positions. He knew what Ye Baiyi wanted when he was playful like this, turned the idea over in his mind.
Still raw from the morning’s emotion, Xie’er didn’t feel as though he could relax enough to let Ye Baiyi fuck him as he usually did, said as much to the man trapped beneath him. When Ye Baiyi suggested Xie’er fuck him instead, heat shot straight to his cock. This wouldn’t be the first time — the immortal often wanted to split himself open on his cock and Xie’er certainly enjoyed it when he did — but the way he offered it here made Xie’er feel like he could take control again.
And Xie’er desperately wanted that.
He wondered whether Ye Baiyi had known that when he’d suggested it — the immortal had become frighteningly good at reading him. But he put that thought aside to focus on the man beneath him.
Xie’er lifted himself far enough off the bed to remove the multiple blankets between them, throwing them unceremoniously to the side. He sat back on Ye Baiyi’s thighs as he worked open the multiple layers the man wore, removing his own as well once he’d finally gotten to Ye Baiyi’s skin. Xie’er pressed his body down, ground his hips to push their still soft cocks together, feeling Ye Baiyi begin to harden against him. Feeling himself harden in response.
The immortal gave himself over easily, relaxed his arms above his head and let Xie’er take complete control. That sparked something deep within Xie’er as he started to kiss his way down Ye Baiyi’s neck, a primal need to absolutely wreck the man, to have him keening and desperate. He stopped his decent at Ye Baiyi’s nipple, licking and sucking the nub, pulling it between his teeth. His fingers worked against the other nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, and he felt Ye Baiyi already anxiously pushing his hips upwards to grind them even closer together.
Xie’er chuckled, “Impatient, are we?” He questioned as he moved his mouth from Ye Baiyi’s nipple further down to his stomach. He kissed the tender skin at the joint of Ye Baiyi’s thighs and his body, pointedly avoiding any contact with his now fully erect cock. If the immortal thought Xie’er was going to rush this he was about to be sorely disappointed.
Shuffling himself a little further down the bed, Xie’er tapped at Ye Baiyi’s thighs as a silent request for the man to make space for him. Ye Baiyi understood, held the backs of his knees and brought them up towards his ears. Xie’er dipped his head to trace his tongue from the base of Ye Baiyi’s cock to his tip, stopped at the spot beneath the head to lave open mouthed kisses against the skin there. His hands were yet to touch the immortal’s length, choosing instead to drag his nails along the underside of Ye Baiyi’s thighs. Xie’er continued wet Ye Baiyi’s cock with his mouth, sucking and biting at the skin pulled taut over the hardness.
Xie’er made himself a path back to the base of Ye Baiyi’s cock, each twitch of his dick accompanied by a soft groan from above him. When Xie’er continued along his downward path, his tongue reaching out firmly to taste the skin of the immortal’s balls. Ye Baiyi choked at the sensation, “Fuck brat, th..that feels good..”
I know, Xie’er thought as he shifted himself slightly lower for easier access. He finally moved his hand from Ye Baiyi’s thigh to his cock, squeezing the base tightly as he sucked one ball into his mouth. Xie’er worked it gently, kept the press of his tongue light but firm enough to feel the skin shifting over the organ beneath. The saliva began to drip from his mouth down his chin, and the feeling of it had Xie’er hardening — he had always enjoyed the feeling of being debauched, covered in fluids of one form or another.
Xie’er continued to tease the older man, his hand jerking only a short distance along Ye Baiyi’s cock as he mouthed at the man’s balls — the spit that Xie’er had left on his length had long since dried. Finally deciding he needed more, Xie’er moved his mouth back up Ye Baiyi’s dick, his hand lifting it properly from Ye Baiyi’s stomach. He once again kissed at the tip, his lips half covering Ye Baiyi’s knob with each pass. His eyes traced up Ye Baiyi’s heaving chest to his face, where he saw the immortal had his eyes scrunched closed. Oh, I don’t think so.
“Eyes on me, qianbei.”
Ye Baiyi huffed out the air in his lungs, mumbled something about him being a demanding brat before giving in and turning his eyes down to meet Xie’er’s.
“Very good…” Xie’er said right before he sank his mouth down on Ye Baiyi’s cock, taking half of it before it hit the back of his throat. Ye Baiyi exhaled sharply as he watched himself disappear inside the boy’s mouth. Xie’er’s spit again dripped down, finally lubricating the skin enough for Xie’er’s hand to begin to move, jerking the length of him that Xie’er’s mouth couldn’t quite take. Yet.
The slow up and down motion of Xie’er’s mouth and hand, the flick of his tongue each time he passed over the tip of Ye Baiyi’s cock had the immortal struggling to keep himself still. His thighs clenched and unclenched with every dip of Xie’er’s head. And when Xie’er, the brat, relaxed his throat enough to take the entirety of him Ye Baiyi didn’t even try to stop the guttural moan. Xie’er would have smiled were his mouth not currently occupied.
Instead, Xie’er began to swallow around Ye Baiyi’s cock, letting the constriction of his throat rip more deep groans from his companion. He knew Ye Baiyi wouldn’t be able to handle much of this without coming — most people couldn’t. Xie’er focused intently on reading Ye Baiyi’s body each time he pushed the man into his throat again, and when his hand felt the telltale sign of Ye Baiyi’s balls pulling impossibly closer to his body Xie’er pulled off and wrapped his hand tightly around Ye Baiyi’s cock to hold off his orgasm.
Ye Baiyi’s hands had grabbed onto the covers and curled into fists, his frustration written in the muscles that had tensed throughout his whole body. He took a deep inhale, held the breath in his lungs and relaxed himself on his exhale. Xie’er, seated comfortably between Ye Baiyi’s legs, was simply smiling sweetly while he waited for the immortal to calm down. Knew that he’d passed the danger point when Ye Baiyi told him you’ll be the death of me, brat.
Xie’er released his hand from the immortal’s length and moved his head between Ye Baiyi’s thighs again. His hands caressed down the underside of Ye Baiyi’s legs, still held in place by the man, until they reached his ass. Here Xie’er spread Ye Baiyi’s cheeks, eyes on his twitching hole as he dropped his face and reached his tongue. At contact with the pink flesh Xie’er felt the twitching, the sound of the air rushing from the immortal’s lungs spurring him on.
He lapped at the puckered skin, his tongue stroking leisurely up and down, twisting in circular patterns. Xie’er would stop occasionally to nip at the flesh on Ye Baiyi’s rounded ass, biting hard enough to leave the skin red but not to bruise. When his tongue breached the tight ring of muscle, Ye Baiyi stuttered, his legs beginning to tremble where he held them.
Xie’er pushed his tongue further inside the immortal and the accompanying moans he heard sat like a heavy weight deep in his abdomen. He considered massaging Ye Baiyi’s dick, eager to bring him close to that edge again, but decided instead to give the man a little relief.
He wiped his face against the robe underneath Ye Baiyi and moved to collect the oil they kept stored underneath the bed. He had to angle his body to lay awkwardly across Ye Baiyi to reach it, the old man making out like Xie’er was crushing him as he tried to manoeuvre himself.
“Da Wang, would you like some help there?” Ye Baiyi asked, biting the inside of his cheek to try and hold his smile. Failed when he heard Xie’er’s clipped grunt. Ye Baiyi rolled his eyes and wrapped his legs around Xie’er, rolled them closer to the edge of their bed together and leaned down to get the bottle. He then rolled them back to their previous position, laughed at Xie’er’s pouting expression as he handed the oil over.
“I was getting there…” Xie’er mumbled as he landed a slap against the meat of Ye Baiyi’s thigh, making the immortal laugh again. The stupid grin stayed on his face until Xie’er began to massage a single slicked finger against Ye Baiyi’s entrance, caused him to stutter a short f..fuck as he sharply inhaled at the sensation. Xie’er took the tip of Ye Baiyi’s cock in his mouth as he pushed his finger inside, the tight heat gripping at his digit hungrily.
Xie’er had left his other hand clean of the oil and he brought it again to Ye Baiyi’s cock, pumping him slowly while his tongue wrapped circles around the glans, mirroring the pace of his finger plunging in and out of him. Ye Baiyi was already writhing, his moans becoming frustrated as he asked Xie’er for more.
“You’ll get more when I’m ready to give you more.” Xie’er said around the immortals dick. He took great pleasure in teasing this man almost to the point of torture. There was something exhilarating about having the Changming Immortal breathless from a single finger. Begging.
Xie’er pressed Ye Baiyi entirely back into his throat as his second finger pushed in, felt the cock in his mouth harden further as the old man’s release threatened. His hand moved wrap quickly around Ye Baiyi’s dick, denying his orgasm again. Xie’er hooked the two fingers he had inside Ye Baiyi, twisting dangerously close to the one place he knew the immortal desperately wanted him to touch. He pressed his fingers around it, fluttered them ever so gently over it, but never quite touched it with enough force.
Ye Baiyi was panting, his eyes locked on Xie’er as though he were the only thing keeping the man grounded. Xie’er watched him back, saw the beads of sweat that shone along his hairline. The great Immortal Ye had done well… Xie’er supposed it was only fair to give him what he deserved.
Normally Xie’er would’ve pressed a third finger in to help stretch his chosen partner for the evening until they were comfortable enough for his dick — Xie’er wasn’t as impressively sized as the immortal, but he liked to make the experience pleasurable for everyone involved. But he’d come to learn that Ye Baiyi enjoyed the feeling of too much, of being stretched close to breaking. So Xie’er took his own weeping cock in hand and lined himself up.
He pressed the blunt head of his cock against Ye Baiyi’s hole, unable to take his eyes away from the sight. Ye Baiyi was once again holding his legs up, freeing up Xie’er’s hands to work additional oil over the man’s dick, stroking him slowly through the stretch. Xie’er felt how tight the man was, Ye Baiyi’s muscles clenching each inch of his dick as he pushed inside. He moved painfully slowly, each measured thrust only pushing him slightly further into the heat.
When Xie’er bottomed out he paused to let out an exhale. After a moment, another breath, he checked with Ye Baiyi, “You good old man?”
Ye Baiyi scoffed, “You won’t break me brat.” Xie’er took this as confirmation that he could move.
Xie’er pulled out almost entirely, began shallow thrusts that he knew would brush close to Ye Baiyi’s prostate. The immortal moaned as his legs shook, already weak from the constant flirting with the edge of his orgasm, “Come on kid, fuck me like you mean it!”
“Oh?” Xie’er questioned, not changing the depth of his thrusts, “I’m surprised that in all the years you’ve been alive…” thrust “…you’ve never seemed to learn…” thrust “…a single shred of manners.” Xie’er stopped his motions completely.
“How do we ask for something we want, Ye qianbei?”
Ye Baiyi tried to push his hips upwards in desperation but Xie’er quickly moved his hands to Baiyi’s thighs to still him. Xie’er smiled sweetly down at the man when he looked up to him, his eyebrows raised in silent question, well?
“P..please…” Ye Baiyi whispered. Xie’er rewarded him with a small roll of his hips, and not an inch more.
Ye Baiyi finally broke, “Please Xie Wang, please fuck me.”
Finally satisfied, Xie’er began to thrust in earnest, one hand staying on Ye Baiyi’s thighs as the other fisted around his cock. He knew the man was desperate to come, and the tightness wrapped around his own dick was going to pull Xie’er’s own orgasm from him quickly. Xie’er readjusted slightly Ye Baiyi’s quiet request of just a little left, and the increased pitch of the immortals breathless whines told him he was close. Xie’er squeezed his hand a little harder, snapped his hips a little quicker, and watched as the great Immortal of Changming Mountain came undone underneath him.
Thick ribbons of cum left the mans slit and landed across his stomach and chest. At the sight of that alone, seeing how Ye Baiyi had made himself filthy, Xie’er followed closely behind him, the still clenching muscles of the man’s ass milking everything from him.
Xie’er released Ye Baiyi’s legs to let them fall boneless to the bed. He was still enraptured by the sight in front of him, still hungry. He considered something briefly before he pulled himself from Ye Baiyi and lowered his head towards the man’s stomach to slurp at the cum that covered him. He collected all of it — as much as he could — licking from the pool that had collected in Ye Baiyi’s belly button to the streaks across his chest. Ye Baiyi watched him greedily lap at his skin, asked Xie’er if he was finally satisfied.
At Xie’er’s grin, Ye Baiyi knew the answer was no.
Xie’er shifted, unspeaking, until his face hovered directly above Ye Baiyi’s. His hand came to Ye Baiyi’s chin, fingers stretched to dig at the joints of his jaw to force his mouth open. The immortal understood what Xie’er wanted and parted his lips.
From a small distance above Ye Baiyi, Xie’er spat the cum he had collected from the man’s body into his mouth, watched as it ran along his tongue towards the back of his throat. A guttural moan left him as he leant his head down to kiss Ye Baiyi, the cum mixing between their mouths as their tongues worked together. Xie’er ground their soft cocks together until Ye Baiyi broke them apart, “Too sensitive, kid. You did a number on me.”
Xie’er laughed, a quiet but genuine laugh, as he laid his body along the length of Ye Baiyi’s. Ye Baiyi’s arms wrapped around him and the immortal started to trace patterns along the skin of his back with his fingers. The feather light touch had Xie’er feeling heavy, his body finally relaxing fully. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes — not sleeping, but content to lay in the quietness of their post coital exhaustion.
The comfortable silence wasn’t broken until Xie’er whispered a soft apology, I’m sorry. He feels the immortal shift beneath him, “Sorry? What for?”
“My mood today. I know I’ve been doing better but I—” a shaky breath in and out, “sometimes I still get so caught up in before.” Xie’er felt more than heard the quiet chuckle from Ye Baiyi, “These things don’t just go away brat. These ghosts never leave you, you only learn to live with them.”
Xie’er only gave a non-committal sound in response as he nuzzled his face deeper into Ye Baiyi’s chest. They didn’t have everything here, and Xie’er was certain the day would come when he craved something more. He wanted to know where Du Pusa was, if she had survived… Wanted to reunite with the only true friend he’d managed to keep in his life. He couldn’t tell when that day would come, but he knew that Ye Baiyi would let him leave — no guilt, no pressure. He knew Ye Baiyi respected him for the whole person he was, every facet that made him Xie’er — Xie Wang, Xie Jie Luibo, Zhao Xie.
No, he didn’t have everything. But whatever it was he had here with Ye Baiyi made him content. Happy. And for now, that was more than enough.