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Shen Qingqiu was absolutely terrified when Luo Binghe came to his dark cell one day to just sit and stare at him for hours… It left an unsettling feeling in him each time the man left the prison and came back the next day only to stare at him again and Shen Qingqiu couldn’t do anything about it.
Shen Qingqiu felt the constant fear of something happening the next second. The beast lashing out and torture him again but nothing happened… Luo Binghe just sat there and stared at him with his terrifying glowing red eyes. Shen Qingqiu even tried struggling in his bindings but as a mere shadow of what he used to be he couldn’t really do anything and the chains only weakly clanged.
“I see Shizun is feisty as ever.” Luo Binghe commented one day when he entered the room holding something in his hands and Shen Qingqiu was scowling at him with disgust. Luo Binghe put the bowl down on the chair and turned to his Shizun, he wanted what the other him had, he wanted his own kind Shizun… The other man gave him a nasty expression which made Luo Binghe frown, he almost forgot that he would have to do something about this nature of his.
Luo Binghe walked over to the man suspended in the air and stroked the bindings which opened and smashed against the ground with a loud crashing sound. Shen Qingqiu flinched, fear appearing in his remaining green eye. That was the correct reaction , Luo Binghe thought to himself but his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. Yet he didn’t want to see this emotion in his face anymore. He… he wanted that gentle smile, caring touch in his hair… He pursed his lips together and stroked Shen Qingqiu’s dirty cheek, the man weighed nothing without limbs in his arm. So thin, barely alive…
“Let’s feed you.” Luo Binghe murmured and went back to the chair with prepared food. The former cultivator sealed his lips tightly together, refusing anything coming from that spoon even if it looked like harmless soup, it wouldn’t be the first time the man tried to drug him or test some poison on him.
“C’mon, eat Shizun. I prepared this only for you, you should feel honored that this lord decided to cook for scum like you.” But Shen Qingqiu weakly struggled on his lap and Luo Binghe’s patience was running thin. He knew the soup was still pretty hot and just emptied the whole bowl on Shen Qingqiu’s head, infusing the hot water with his qi and making the mutilated man scream in pain.
“Look at you, you dirtied my robes with it.” The demon lord frowned and let go of the bowl which smashed as it met the cold floor of the prison cell. He felt Shen Qingqiu shaking in his lap but he wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or fear of something else. Luo Binghe could punish him for the dirty robes instead the demon sighed and started pulling out pieces of chopped vegetables out of Shen Qingqiu's hair. “We should bathe you.”
Shen Qingqiu was confused when he ended up clean in the soft blankets of Luo Binghe’s bed. There must have been some ulterior motives, otherwise he couldn’t understand why the man would do what he did.
Luo Binghe even soothed the burning sensation on his skin so it wouldn’t hurt anymore and tried to feed him again. This time Shen Qingqiu rather accepted not knowing what would happen if he did not. Water burning his skin was probably just a warning.
Luo Binghe was weird. He was… gentle and it made Shen Qingqiu uncomfortable . He couldn’t put a finger on what was happening. Did the beast finally go crazy from his hungry weapon? Did he qi deviate and lost his memories? What was this?
Shen Qingqiu's body flinched on its own when Luo Binghe reached to his face with a handkerchief. “ Now is Shizun just being plainly rude.” He said with annoyed tone and furrowed his thin eyebrows, the demonic sigil crinkled with wrinkles. Shen Qingqiu tried to move away from him when he heard that annoyed voice. Luo Binghe shook his head and disapprovingly clicked his tongue. “I won’t hurt you, Shizun. Why are you trying to run away.” He whispered with a serene expression, his gaze somewhat distant while his hands started petting his now brushed and silky hair once again.
I won’t hurt you my ass.
******
Luo Binghe tapped with his fingers over the steel table in one of his many rooms for experiments and waited. Soon enough the servants brought Shen Qingqiu into the room and the demon lord turned to him with a wide smile.
“I am glad to see that Shizun is doing better.” Luo Binghe said when the servants put the limbless man onto the table. Of course Luo Binghe was nice to him these past days only to put him into an acceptable state to play games with him once again.
“Bring it in.” Luo Binghe ordered then to the palace demons and waited, looking at Shen Qingqiu who was slightly shivering under the robes they put on him before taking him here. “Is Shizun scared?” Luo Binghe tilted his head with curious expression to the side and ran fingers through his beautiful black hair which was like a veil under him. The man was silent, he couldn’t respond with no tongue and Luo Binghe knew that very well. Even if he could he wouldn’t respond and Luo Binghe frowned, fisting his hair and forcing him to look into his face.
“I promise you, this is the last time you will feel any pain.” Luo Binghe let go of his hair and looked over to the door which opened again with servants walking in.
“If you will behave of course. Oh, welcome Mu-shishu,” Shen Qingqiu lifted his head to look at Mu Qingfang who immediately fell to his knees hissing painfully. “It’s only polite to greet me back.” Luo Binghe’s eyes bled into the red as he pretended to check his perfectly manicured nails.
“I-I won’t do this!” The Sect healer groaned when the stabbing pain in his abdomen only intensified.
“Oh, you will. Otherwise I will do it myself and dispose of you. Are you sure you want that, Mu-shishu? You owe your life to Shizun.” Cruel smirk appeared on handsome face. “You and Yue-shibo owe your lives to Shizun and the rest of your stupid Sect.”
Shen Qingqiu looked with panic at Luo Binghe, internally cursing him out and screaming. They had a deal, how dare he! Lying piece of shit! He struggled on the steel table, low growls leaving his throat as he couldn’t talk anymore, bringing Luo Binghe’s attention to himself and giving Mu Qingfang a break from the stabbing pain.
“Shizun seems displeased by his martial brother’s behavior too.” Luo Binghe patted Shizun's head with a weird smile. It made Shen Qingqiu’s skin crawl.
Mu Qingfang finally got up and tried to tidy up his appearance before approaching the table. “Shixiong…” He whispered and reached out to touch his chest but Luo Binghe stopped him. The healer looked at him. “I have to inspect his body if I am about to perform the surgery you want from me.” Mu Qingfang hissed and tightly gripped the edge of the steel table when the stabbing pain in his abdomen returned. It was a warning as he was not being very polite to the young emperor. Mu Qingfang lowered his gaze and painfully panted before Luo Binghe stopped.
“Fine.” Luo Binghe said then with a stern look.
The healer once again reached out to Shen Qingqiu’s chest and carefully touched it, closing his eyes he focused his own qi to touch Shen Qingqiu’s core.
“How long is it since junshang... ” the title Mu Qingfang almost spat out of his mouth like some kind of poison. “…unlocked Master Shen’s golden core?”
“A week that should be enough. You told me yourself.” Mu Qingfang narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything, instead he turned over to the small table with a prepared bowl of medicine herbs and drugs. “No painkillers.” Luo Binghe immediately stopped him when he sensed what was his intent. Mu Qingfang gave him a questioning look.
“ Junshang, please try to understand. This could send Shen-shixiong into qi deviation.” Luo Binghe only smiled at him.
Was this his intention? To force qi deviation onto Shen Qingqiu?
“Do it. I’ll be there if that happens and help moderate it.” The demon murmured and finally walked away from the steel table while his servants went to assist Mu Qingfang. The healer did not rather question whose limbs were cut off to be sewn at Shen Qingqiu’s body, he could only hope it was not someone from their Sect. Instead he felt… bad… He felt bad for his shixiong.
“Please, forgive me.” Mu Qingfang deeply inhaled and Shen Qingqiu only looked at him, expression cold before averting his gaze and closing his remaining eye. A scream left his throat when the silver needle cut through the soft flesh of his left stump.
Luo Binghe leaned closer watching the scene in front of him with a soft smile on his lips. This was the last time he would probably hear Shizun’s painful cries and he wanted to burn that memory deep into his brain. Maybe he should have bring a device which would document it for later.
Mu Qingfang was right when he said Shen Qingqiu could go into qi deviation during the process if not properly medicated and it was a bad one. Immortal’s chest trembled as his mouth filled with blood and his green eye unfocused, his qi was thrashing through his meridians causing damage to them.
“Junsh-”
“Continue,” Mu Qingfang looked with shocked expression at the young emperor. Was he really the beast as Shen-shixiong always rambled about when he was in a really bad mood?
“I have it under control.” Luo Binghe stood up straightening his robes and slowly walked to Shen Qingqiu who had now three limbs reattached to his body, tears streaming down his face. He stroked the man's cheek. “It’s alright, he will make it, continue.” He slid with his fingers down the man’s neck and they lingered under the collarbone for a short while then he touched his chest. Shen Qingqiu seemed to calm down and his body wasn’t violently shaking anymore as Luo Binghe soothed the qi deviation progress but didn’t suppress it once for all. Not yet.
“Clean his mouth.” Luo Binghe simply ordered one of the servants. There was still one hand and tongue to reattach. They have already put the eye back into the eye socket. That was probably the sweetest his Shizun sounded during the whole procedure. Luo Binghe checked onto it, forcefully opening the lids. It wasn’t the beautiful green emerald shade his Shizun used to have. This one was grey.
When they were done, Shen Qingqiu had already passed out. This was probably even worse than all the tortures Luo Binghe put his former master through and Mu Qingfang kept refusing to leave Shen-shixiong without medical supervision.
“Mu-shishu, I am fairly annoyed by your disobedience today.” Luo Binghe said brushing through Shen Qingqiu’s hair once again. “You are here to do what I say. You are lucky to be alive as Shizun agreed to my terms, so you shouldn’t disrespect your lord and his sacrifice. You should learn from Yue-shibo, he is very obedient in exchange for being able to at least see Shizun for a while. Or do you want to end up like Liu-shishu?”
Mu Qingfang sharply inhaled. Everybody knew what happened to Liu Qingge who ran his mouth too much and one day annoyed Luo Binghe that he just couldn’t contain his anger and stabbed him to death with a dagger in front of the whole court. Mu QIngfang was one of them who actually witnessed it. It was a lesson for the remnants of Cang Qiong Mountain, to keep them in check and it worked really wonders. That day was a last day for Liu Mingyuan as well, she was replaceable just like every other woman in his harem.
“I have this under control. I can take better care of Shizun than you. You can leave.” The demon lord scooped up the bandaged man into his arms while Mu Qingfang finally left the room. There was only one thing remaining – to destroy the man’s mind but not before Shen Qingqiu would first wake up. He wanted to see what damage the qi deviation truly did.
******
Shen Qingqiu woke up with a really bad headache for some reason and there was someone wetting the towel and putting it on his forehead and his… stumps tingled with uncomfortable pain too. He didn't know why until he lifted his hand and noticed that there was a … hand. An actual hand in front of his eyes.
“You are awake.” Said the man and Shen Qingqiu looked to the side, so he could see who that was. For a short while he wasn’t able to put a name to the face in front of him.
“I am.” His voice was rough from years of not using his vocal cords the proper way and he touched his neck, carefully massaging his throat. “I can speak…” He stated the obvious and still looked at the man near his bedside. The faint smile on his lips, dark eyes, black hair pulled up into a bun.
“ Qi-ge? ” Shen Qingqiu finally asked and the man next to him couldn’t contain his tears anymore and started crying. “What’s wrong?”
“I am just happy.” Yue Qingyuan whispered softly and took a small bowl into his hand. “You have to take your medicine, you had a really bad qi deviation. We almost lost you.” He didn’t say that it could have been avoided if the man owning them all didn’t enjoy destroying Shen Qingqiu little by little.
They both flinched with the loud sound of the heavy door closing behind someone, pulling them back to reality and the situation they were in.
“Shizun finally woke up.” Shen Qingqiu’s skin crawled just with the sound of his voice. Poisonously sweet and fake as everything about him. Luo Binghe smiled at him and Shen Qingqiu gagged just by the sight.
“Please take this medicine.” Yue Qingyuan offered to his shidi and helped him up to sit. Carefully holding him by the waist he then pressed the bowl to his pursued lips. “It’s to help with your meridians. They are badly damaged.” Shen Qingqiu finally opened his mouth and allowed the bitter medicinal tea to enter his sore throat. It was disgusting just like the demon who now sat next to him, catching strands of his hair in his fingers. Sniffing the scent of his master without any shame.
Yue Qinguan’s shoulders tensed up while Shen Qingqiu froze. What was with this weird action?
“Shizun, I have something to show you. Care to join me?” Luo Binghe asked him then and let go of his hair. Only to grab his arm, fingers sliding across pale almost invisible scar. At least for something was Mu Qingfang good.
“I don’t want to.”
Luo Binghe pulled him closer to himself with a dangerous look. “That wasn’t really a question.”
“Luo Binghe…” Demon lord’s eyes suddenly turned red when he heard his name slip out of Yue Qinguan’s lips.
“For you it’s junshang !” Yue Qingyuan shifted on his seat and forced his head to lower.
“Please forgive me, jun-junshang ,” Yue Qingyuan quickly muttered and Luo Binghe let out a pleased sound.
“Of course. You were so diligently taking care of my Shizun. Why wouldn’t I let this slip today… I feel very generous after all. Bring him the clothes...” Yue Qingyuan quickly stood up and left the room for a short while. “Does Shizun feel any discomfort?” Luo Binghe asked him, scanning his face. It seemed that Shen Qingqiu still remembered who was who. That meant it needed to be taken care of and Luo Binghe hoped that the small adventure would help with that. However there was a crack in Shizun’s mind, he just needed to helpt it a little. To open it completely like a nut. He just had to make sure it would be done without any hope for recovery and then the man would crumble. The ugly nature of his would wash away and he would get his own kind Shizun… All Shen Qingqiu needed was just a little push.
Luo Binghe had never really desired to take a man into his bed until he met the other one. Now the sight of Shizun made him somehow excited. He wanted to kiss those plump lips, hear the whimpers, the affectionate Binghe leaving his mouth. His cock swelled with the simple thought of Shizun trembling under him with pleasure. The demon watched Yue Qingyuan helping Shen Qingqiu dress up. His Shizun was too thin, he would have to gain some weight before Luo Binghe would bed him first but he could wait. He was very patient after all.
Shen Qingqiu carefully stood up but stumbled and almost fell if Yue Qingyuan didn’t catch him quickly. The man slightly blushed and Luo Binghe’s expression turned dark when he saw that.
“Sect leader Yue,” Luo Binghe stretched his arm to them. “I want to take Shizun for a walk, you are dismissed.” Yue Qingyuan flinched but then gave them both a polite smile and bowed to bid his farewell to the man of higher status than his own. Luo Binghe wrapped his hand around Shizun’s thin waist and yanked him closer to him.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmured looking up to that seductively angry face. He will probably miss seeing the spite and resentment. “Let’s see how your legs work.”
“What do you want, beast,” Shen Qingqiu hissed, trying to pull away from him. The sight made him disgusted, his stomach twisted and he felt like vomiting the medical tea into his face but fought the urge to do so.
“I said I want to take you for a walk.” Luo Binghe stood up and ruffled his free hair which earned him a hiss from his former master. So cute.
Shen Qingqiu didn’t know how long they walked but the places they went through felt familiar to him yet so distant, he couldn’t put them in the proper shelf in his head. There was a faint memory of disgusting air around him and him being bound in the water prison, Luo Binghe torturing him… He stumbled and almost fell, so the demon lord pulled him closer and Shen Qingqiu hated that.
“Let me go…” Shen Qingqiu growled but suddenly they stopped walking and Shen Qingqiu looked into the room before a horrified scream left his throat.
“I just thought Shizun would like to thank his donor of his new limbs,” Luo Binghe let him go and watched the man walking over to the rotting remnants of someone whose robes indicated that the person was War god .
“Why have you done this?! You promised…!” Shen Qingqiu grabbed the disgusting fabric into his hands. “Liu Mingyan is your wife! You really are a beast…” He felt hot tears running down his face and sudden dizziness soon became an excruciating pain and his vision darkened.
“Shizun…” Shen Qingqiu saw the man approaching him, the hot hand on his forehead. He didn’t see the cruel smile, all he could think of was that there were things running away from him as he desperately tried to grasp on the last strands of reality. Important things just disappeared from his mind and suddenly there was nothing. Just nothing. His body went into another qi deviation and Luo Binghe just let it work...
******
“Lady Ning,” Shen Qingqiu said and slightly bowed his head when the beautiful woman came to visit him once again. She blushed with that name, it was hard to get used to her former master calling out to her like this. Luo Binghe told her that he had bad qi deviation and forgot everything which meant that Shen Qingqiu wasn’t the man he used to be and calling him Shizun was pointless.
“Come with me, Shen Jiu,” Ning Yingying smiled at him, her long fingers wrapping around his wrist but Shen Qingqiu quickly wriggled his hand out of her grasp with a terrified face. “Nobody can see me like this with Lady Ning, that’s inappropriate!” Shen Qingqiu started scolding her lightly, it came to him so naturally and she just laughed. Her orange ribbons in hair always woke up in him a familiar warm feeling as if he already saw them before but he couldn’t really tell when.
Shen Qingqiu could only recall his childhood in streets and later Qiu’s manor and even these were all shattered memories too. Hard to properly put together, so he would remember what it used to be like out there begging for scraps of food. Everything he could recall were a strands of his previous persona. And then there was was a man in the palace who kept asking him if he remembered someone called Qi-ge… Shen Qingqiu didn’t and the man’s hopeful dark eyes would just suddenly lose all light in them and his smile would strain. Shen Qingqiu would feel bad for that man because he was probably the only link to the person this man was trying to find. At least that's what he thought.
Shen Qingqiu felt so weird. It wasn’t normal to forget almost everything, right? So many years of his life were just covered in one big darkness and the people he was in contact with never really told him anything.
“Since we discovered that Shen Jiu is talented with guqin my husband has decided that you will start music lessons with me.” Ning Yingying smiled at him and let him enter a simple room with two guqins inside.
“That must have been expensive.” Shen Qingqiu gasped out and turned to her. “I can’t possibly accept gift like this.” He murmured, cheeks slightly blushing.
Junshang, Lady Ning’s husband, was always gentle with him and Shen Jiu wasn’t sure why. The young emperor doted on him, teaching him how to write, read and cultivate. His heart always fluttered when junshang called him over for cultivating lessons, he always wanted to be a cultivator and junshang never laughed at him whenever he failed a new move. Instead he would patiently explain everything again and cheer him up. Shen Qingqiu never once noticed the dark twisted emotions behind the gentle facade.
Junshang was also a very handsome young man and sometimes Shen Qingqiu found himself thinking about him and knew that was wrong. That he shouldn’t think about someone of higher status like this. He was just an ex-slave who was apparently saved by him, however junshang didn't tell him exactly when and from what he was saved.
Junshang would give him everything.
“…Jiu… Shen Jiu…” Ning Yingying snapped with her fingers in front of Shen Qingqiu’s face. It happened fairly often that the man just started dozing off and it made her slightly uncomfortable each time but she knew it wasn’t his fault. It was the qi deviations.
“Come sit with me.” She smiled at him and offered him the seat by one of the guqins. “I will first teach you how to read notes and then we will play something. You have some basics from your life, you just have to remember again.” She stroked his arm and then seated herself by the long instrument, gently tugging by the strings making sure it sounded okay.
They were half in the lesson when the door opened and the handsome emperor appeared in them. Ning Yingying smiled with affection at him and he would kiss her with love and the sight would make Shen Qingqiu somehow jealous. He didn’t show it but he wanted to be in place of Lady Ning, tugged close to that other man’s big build, feeling his hand on waist. Shen Qingqiu sharply inhaled and lowered his gaze when junshang looked at him. That stare was intense, making Shen Qingqiu shudder.
“I brought some sweets.” Luo Binghe’s deep voice echoed in Shen Qingqiu’s head and he lifted his gaze once again, his eyes looking at the servants walking into the room with wooden trays full of expensive sweets, sugar coated fruits and tea.
Ning Yingying went back to her place and smiled at Shen Qingqiu who sheepishly looked at the sweets not daring to take them even though he knew that junshang brought them for him because he found out that Shen Qingqiu had an awful sweet tooth. Shen Qingqiu was finally brought to reality and with a horrified expression he quickly stood up, so he could greet the other man.
The young emperor only delightedly laughed and the sound rang through Shen Qingqiu’s whole existence. It made him shiver, it made him want to laugh with the man too. What a rich sound.
“Don’t worry about it.” Luo Binghe lifted his hand and signalled him to just sit down. “What if you show me what you have learned so far?” He asked him, eyes fixated on those slender fingers which were nervously caressing the strings.
“This lowly one is not worthy.” Shen Qingqiu whispered and Luo Binghe smiled, taking the pot into his hands and slowly distributed tea into three cups. First one he offered to his favorite wife, the other was for Shen Qingqiu and the third for him. Once again Shen Qingqiu had issues accepting anything from him given their statuses.
“Then how shall I evaluate that I did not waste my money on this?” Luo Binghe raised his left eyebrow, supporting his chin with hand leaning closer to Shen Qingqiu while playing with the cup in his other one. That made the other man flustered. So cute. Shen Qingqiu then started carefully plunging the strings and playing a simple song Ning Yingying taught him today. However it sounded ten times better than what Ning Yingying played to him.
“Natural talent.” Luo Binghe flattered him and Shen Qingqiu slightly blushed, averting his gaze focusing it on a cup of tea which he brought up to his mouth and drank.
“Does junshang play too?” Shen Qingqiu asked him softlym needing to fill out the sudden silence after his playing and Luo Binghe closed his eyes, deeply inhaling for a short while.
“My master never deemed me worthy of passing his guqin teachings on me.” Luo Binghe then answered and gently stroked the glossed wood of the instrument. “But that’s okay. Now you can teach me once you master it.” Ning Yingying slightly flinched and Luo Binghe looked over to her.
“I think I should take my leave today. The incense is finished anyway and it’s time for your cultivation lessons with my dear husband.” She put the empty cup aside, smiling at them both. A warm feeling spread inside Shen Qingqiu’s chest when he saw that happy expression.
“Of course, Lady Ning. I will be excited for our lesson next week.” Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and slightly nodded. She then bid them farewell and left the room while Luo Binghe took the cherry covered in sugar.
“Why don’t you take any of the sweets?” Luo Binghe asked him and gently rubbed the cherry between his fingers. Then he put his cup down, so he could move closer to Shen Qingqiu pressing the candied fruit against those plump lips. Shen Qingqiu’s breath caught in his throat and he froze for a second before he allowed Luo Binghe to push the cherry into his mouth. He closed his eyes and before he knew it he was also sucking on the demon lord's long fingers to get the residual sugar off them.
Luo Binghe sharply inhaled as his groin stirred with arousal. This pretty little thing was so seductive and he didn’t even know it. Luo Binghe heard that soft moan when the man continued sucking on his fingers and as much as he was hungry he let go and Shen Qingqiu blushed.
„ Junshang…“
„Call me Binghe , we are alone now.“ The young emperor whispered and leaned closer to him, turning his chin to his own face. „Don’t avoid my eyes, Shen Jiu... A-Jiu ,“
******
Shen Qingqiu bit his bottom lip down and shifted to the side on his bed. He was living in one of the many courtyards in junshang’s palace which was fairly weird given the fact that he was not married to him nor a family. However most of his time he spent in this courtyard which faintly reminded him of something. Maybe something he long forgot but the artificially planted bamboo and it’s scent had soothing effects on him. It made him feel welcomed as if it was his homer.
Shen Qingqiu shifted once again, trying to find a better position for himself to sleep but he couldn’t. Not with that raging boner in his pants when his mind constantly played on repeat how he unconsciously sucked on Binghe’s fingers.
He had to finally acknowledge to himself that deep down he desired to be held by that man. He wanted to be crushed by his broad frame, legs wide spread while the man would pump into him, scream in pleasure. He wanted to be shattered to pieces by him and then put together by him. A soft moan escaped his throat when he shifted once again. This time he laid on his back, his breathing uneven and finally he discarded his sleeping pants and kicked them down onto the floor with the blanket.
Shen Qingqiu felt like a scum when he turned around to find the small vial with oil he kept under his pillow because let’s face it, this wasn’t his first time pleasuring himself with the thoughts of the younger man in his mind. He poured a little bit on the head of his already leaking cock and gently smeared it around.
Then he laid on his back once again, wrapping fingers around his oil slicked length and started stroking himself. He let a soft moan out, he was there alone anyway, the servants would come back to him in the morning. He closed his eyes evoking the memory of junshang’s playful expression when he nudged the cherry against his lips, the calloused fingers in his mouth Shen Qingqiu could suck on for a short while. He tried to imagine what his face would look like if they were doing something completely else.
He wanted to be fucked by junshang and that’s where his fantasy shifted and his cheeks began flushing into deep red of shade when he kept thinking of the young emperor slamming into him, taking him as one of his wives. Making him a woman. He would be slut for him, opening legs whenever junshang would ask for it.
He moaned when he quickened moves with his hand as he reached for the oil once again. Dipping his finger in it and spreading his legs, he carefully started touching his entrance, soaking it in oil. He always took his time imagining that junshang would do it for him like this too. Slow and steady.
He let the first finger slide inside him and almost whined by the sensation. He arched his back slightly and continued pumping his cock while trying to find the sweet spot inside him, rubbing it once he found it. He felt his hole clenching around the finger and then relaxing as he continued rubbing the sweet spot, he was still not used to this. He stopped kneading the place, so he could slid in with another digit and hissed. He thrusted with them a few times before rubbing the same spot in circles again, sending pleasure down his spine.
He dug his teeth into the bottom lip as he continued pleasuring himself while a familiar pressure started building down in his belly and swirling. This wasn’t his first time pleasuring himself of the fantasy with junshang fucking him. However it was the first time Luo Binghe could witness such a glorious sight.
A-Jiu, echoed in Shen Qingqiu’s head with affection as he imagined him on top of himself and the man whined. He wanted to kiss Luo Binghe, he wanted to feel his tongue inside his mouth, and submit himself to him.
„ Junshang… junshang!“ He cried out when he came, his body jerked and he couldn’t properly breathe for a second. He trembled as thick white lines stained his sleeping robes top. He rode on the cloud of orgasm until it started washing off of him and he turned his head into the side. He had a weird feeling that he saw a pair of crimson red eyes in the open window but shook it off of his mind quickly. That was probably just a play of his mind.
******
Shen Qingqiu knew he had two names he just didn’t know why and nobody was able to explain this to him. Whenever he asked Lady Ning she would just nervously laugh and sweep it under the rug. The man asking him about Qi-ge always went silent after he told him he doesn’t know anybody of this name and Shen Qingqiu was not allowed to talk with others very much. It always seemed to displease the young emperor and he didn’t want to get on his bad side. So he decided to ask Luo Binghe one day.
Shen Qingqiu noticed how the man’s broad shoulders went stiff when he brought his second name during their cultivation training. “It was bestowed upon you during your lifetime, however I don’t know the details.” Luo Binghe answered then briskly, avoiding Shen Qingqiu’s double colored eyes. The former Peak lord only smiled at him.
“I am sorry, it’s not junshang’s responsibility to know everything about this lowly servant.” Shen Qingqiu then just whispered and tightly gripped his closed fan. There was something familiar about the way he held it in his hands. Just another gift from the young emperor, showing him his favor which always earned him weird looks from the wives of the harem. Shen Qingqiu understood it. Why would the emperor favor a man like him? A man who couldn’t remember anything about himself. Whenever he tried it all just… it was all in a thick fog and he seemed like he couldn’t grasp it. There were faces in his mind with creepy smiles all covered in dark. People telling him how useless he was, glimpses of ugly memories when someone hurt him really badly. Faint memory of painful beatings.
“…Jiu… A-Jiu,” Called out Luo Binghe to him and Shen Qingqiu looked up to him. Why there was a panic in the man’s voice? Was it really alright that he called his servant like this? “You are no servant.” Luo Binghe whispered softly, suddenly he was close to him and Shen Qingqiu surprised blinked up.
Oh, did he say it out loud?
“Junshang… ” Shen Qingqiu whispered and bit his bottom lip down when he felt his fingers trailing Luo Binghe's sharp jawline. “… this… this…” His heart started pounding when he was able to understand the whole situation and Luo Binghe smiled at him before pressing their lips together. Tasting the other man whose mouth was sweet just like the candies he brought for their lesson and when Shen Qingqiu didn’t pull away from him he deepened the kiss. When they parted Shen Qingqiu’s gaze was lowered and eyelashes almost touched his cheeks. Shen Qingqiu put a hand on Luo Binghe’s broad chest to stop him from kissing him again and the demon lord frowned. “This lowly servant is not worthy of affections like this.”
Luo Binghe deeply inhaled and stopped his eyes bleeding into red just from the anger and ran frustrated fingers through his neatly pulled up hair. He couldn’t let the bad emotions control him when Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t probably understand the anger but the man was still smart. He knew when something was wrong.
“Junshang, ”
“No,” Luo Binghe opened his black eyes and touched Shen Qingqiu’s hand which was still on his big chest. “What did this lord tell you? How should you address him when we are alone?”
Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks flushed and he let go of his chest finally, taking a cup of tea into his hands, so he could hide the flustered expression. It would be better if he used the fan.
“B-Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu then said softly and blushed into further shade of red when the man patted his head.
“Take your Xiu Ya and go over the stances again.” Shen Qingqiu nodded and slowly stood up, taking his infamous sword in hands. He was beautiful moving around in those elegant clothes Luo Binghe gifted him. Luo Binghe watched his form and after that he controlled his meridians. They were recovering but really slowly after Shen Qingqiu's breakdown and that did not please the demon lord. He wanted to destroy his mind, not his cultivation. “Are you feeling the sharp pain in your chest again?” Luo Binghe asked concerned but before Shen Qingqiu could answer him, he just spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Junshang,” Shen Qingqiu reached to him but had to lean over his sword which was now dug deep inside the ground.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe yelled out in distress and caught his fainting form. “You have qi deviation, again.” He murmured frowning when the man fell into his hands and he touched his hand to check on the pulse. The qi was violently thrashing in his meridians and his mouth filled with another blood. “Shizun, it’s gonna be alright.” Luo Binghe brought him closer and carefully touched his chest to reach his still faulty golden core. Maybe they should have taken out Liu-shishu’s when they had time and give Shizun a completely new foundation.
Shen Qingqiu faintly smiled at him, his double colored eyes unfocused and sweat breaking on his hot forehead.
Who is Shizun? He wanted to ask but his hazy mind was concerned more about the distressed tone the emperor used. It seemed like he was in pain seeing him like this. Shen Qingqiu didn’t want to cause any worries to the other man. He was already imposing on his gentle and kind nature.
Luo Binghe took him back to his courtyard knowing damn well that Yue Qingyuan followed them. “I don’t recall allowing you to come all the way here.” Luo Binghe turned a cold gaze to the former Sect Leader.
“I just want to see that he is alright.” The other man was visibly distressed too, just like Luo Binghe.
“It’s a mere qi deviation, nothing I cannot calm down myself.” Shen Qingqiu laid limp in his hands and his body at least stopped violently shaking. “If you want to be useful then call Mu Qingfang, he will need his medicines.” He then turned back to the door of Shen Qingqiu’s residence and walked into the courtyard. Yue Qingyuan pressed his lips tightly together but then did as he was told and went for the Sect healer.
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Shen Qingqiu woke up in the presence of that weird man.
“Xiao Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan put down the wet cloth and Shen Qingqiu frowned.
“Why are you calling me like this, I don’t remember being so close to you that you could use my childhood nickname.” Shen Qingqiu scoffed and Yue Qingyuan went stiff. His smile was suddenly strained and he looked like he struggled to continue living whenever they talked together.
“I am sorry,” Yue Qingyuan then quickly said and reached out for a bowl with freshly prepared medicine. “Please drink this. I believe junshang will come soon to check up on you. He usually would after finishing his work on reports. He was very concerned,”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart fluttered with these words and he blushed. Another hit for Yue Qingyuan who already lost his will to live the longer he knew Shen Qingqiu flat out forgot him. Shen Qingqiu’s beloved junshang was the cause of him losing all his memories, losing himself and he couldn’t bear the thought anymore.
“If you don’t need anything then I will head out.” He said softly and Shen Qingqiu simply nodded. He didn’t see the tears streaming down Yue Qingyuan’s face when the man left his residence.
Shen Qingqiu only learned later on that the man took his own life that day.
Nobody knew why and Luo Binghe held a fairly big funeral for someone who seemed to be one of his servants… Shen Qingqiu watched the young emperor who looked as if he was really mourning. What a kind man, he thought to himself while carefully eating his portion. There were people he couldn’t recognize but everybody was looking at him with hatred for some reason and it made him uncomfortable. Then there was the healer who just looked as sad as junshang. Was he maybe close friends with the dead man? Shen Qingqiu didn’t know. They didn’t talk much.
Shen Qingqiu looked at junshang to whom clinged a few of his many wives. His heart was racing whenever he remembered their kiss but that was so wrong of him at the current time. The man had a harem full of beauties, full of women . None of them was a man. That was the only thing he could recall from the whole day when his qi deviation happened weeks ago. After that Shen Qingqiu was not allowed to cultivate anymore, he was beddridden and attended by Luo Binghe himself as the man didn’t believe anybody else to take proper care of Shen Qingqiu after his servant died.
Was it a servant right?
Shen Qingqiu dazed off and only a firm pressure on his shoulder brought him back to reality. To the hall full of bustling people, the weird stares he got from the others. The young emperor leaned closer to him and Shen Qingqiu could feel his entrancing scent. “Are you alright, A-Jiu ? You seem troubled.” He asked him and Shen Qingqiu had to fight the urge to lean into the other man.
“I think, I think I had enough,” Shen Qingqiu admitted with flushed cheeks and waited for what would happen next and Luo Binghe just laughed with delight.
“Do you want this lord to accompany you into your palace? To make sure you are alright?” Shen Qingqiu nodded and ignored the excited whispering between people. A few of Luo Binghe’s wives gave him a dirty look when he was leaving with the demon lord but nobody objectified. They continued to feast and mourn.
“I see A-Jiu is wearing the earrings I gifted him.” Luo Binghe said suddenly when it was only them two and Shen Qingqiu allowed himself to lean into the broad man. Letting him lead the way.
“I wanted to be pretty for junshang.” Shen Qingqiu muttered without a second thought and immediately blushed. “Ah, I… was talking no-” Luo Binghe tilted close enough to him to shut him up with his own lips but they were still far away from the courtyard which belonged to Shen Qingqiu so he let go of him. Shen Qingqiu didn’t know what to say. His mind was swimming just from a simple kiss and he stumbled a few times like he was just learning to walk. Luo Binghe chuckled and lifted him into his hands with ease and continued walking with him to the residence. He was hoping to share this beautiful moment with Yue Qingyuan but that old fool killed himself and he couldn’t flash Shen Qingqiu’s affections into his face anymore. It was kinda underwhelming for him. No fun.
He put Shen Qingqiu on the ground when they were standing in front of his palace and the smaller man nervously shifted.
“Would… would maybe jushang wish to come inside for a tea?” Shen Qingqiu asked him then.
“Are you sure you want to drink tea with me?” Luo Binghe asked him and gently stroked his fixed hair. Shen Qingqiu wore the hairpin Luo Binghe told him he liked the most and a wave of satisfaction surged in him. The man was doing everything but sending subtle signals to him that he wanted Luo Binghe.
“I…“
Shen Qingqiu was averting the gaze again and blushing as a maiden and it only made Luo Binghe go crazy with excitement. “This lord shall accept your invitation then.” He whispered after a short silence between then and Shen Qingqiu smiled at him, holding the gate into his courtyard open for him.
Luo Binghe was hungry for him.
Soon enough Shen Qingqiu laid on back in his bed with blush creeping over his face once again and Luo Binghe kissed his lips with vigor, sucking on the bottom one and impatiently opening his robes. Luo Binghe promised to himself that he would be soft and worship Shizun once they would get to this but he couldn’t do that anymore. He was too eager. He kissed that hot mouth with greed which also filled his eyes. Possessive hands leaving Shen Qingqiu’s body aching for more.
This is what Shen Qingqiu wanted right?
“Junshang…, ” Shen QIngqiu moaned into his mouth and Luo Binghe slipped inside once again with his tongue rubbing it against Shen Qingqiu’s. The immortal master under him seemed inexperienced and Luo Binghe couldn’t be pleased more with such revelation. He slid with his left hand to Shen Qingqiu’s hair only to tug the expensive headpiece down and the hair spilled like black veil around panting Shen Qingqiu. He instinctively opened his legs to allow the demon lord to settle between them and rub their erect shafts against each other’s. “Junshang, ”
“No, Binghe.” Luo Binghe peppered his sharp jawline with kisses and then he dragged his mouth down onto his neck. “Call me Binghe.” He felt Shen Qingqiu’s fingers digging into his shoulders and then the soft call of his name and he felt like coming on the spot just from that.
Luo BInghe pressed small kisses onto the skin of his throat before clamping down the teeth, sucking the bite until he drew the blood. He heard Shen Qingqiu cry in pain and it made him shudder. He wouldn’t hear those sounds anymore as his dear Shizun was behaving as he should. Luo Binghe groaned and lifted his head only to look at the bite mark which was high enough to show everybody that this man was claimed. A dark satisfaction surged in him when he licked over the bite and then he traced a wet line down to the collar bones.
Luo Binghe bit there once again but this time only lightly without a desire to draw blood and his Shizun softly moaned. His hands continued opening Shen Qingqiu's expensive green robes and soon he found himself near the man’s naked hip bones. Luo Binghe gently kissed one of the many scars which littered his Shizun’s body, the marks which meant that this man in fact was the scum villain who hurt him so much during their time on the Qing Jing peak.
Luo Binghe choked down the soft Shizun he wanted to moan. Instead he muttered A-Jiu against the man’s left hip bone which he first nuzzled with his nose, enjoying the desperate pants but he wanted Shen Qingqiu beg him. Cry out for his touch. Luo Binghe started placing more kisses onto the skin before he felt a hand in his hair and his eyes met with the hazy double-colored of his Shizun.
“Junshang, please.” Shen Qingqiu pleaded with him and Luo Binghe disapprovingly clicked his tongue, giving him a warning. He pulled himself back, so he could face his Shizun, bucking his own hips against him and making him desperately moan.
“Use your words, A-Jiu.” Luo Binghe murmured and moved his hips once again. “What do you want from me?” Shen Qingqiu was silent at first, slightly embarrassed as Luo Binghe continued rocking against him, causing their leaking lengths to rub against each other.
“I want… I want jun-B-Binghe inside.” Shen Qingqiu said finally, blush turning a deep red when he said that out loud and Luo Binghe chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on those beautiful lips.
“Did you ever make love to a man?” Luo Binghe then asked him and lifted himself up, so he could kneel between Shen Qingqiu’s legs once he pulled down his pants. He gently stroked the invisible scar of the reconnected limbs and smiled at him. He played with the idea to murder Yue Qingyuan before and make him to be the spare parts but the man was too broad. Too big for donating his limbs. Liu Qingge was perfect as they both were fairly the same build.
“No, I… not a love-making.” Shen Qingqiu admitted shyly. Somewhere behind the foggy screen in his mind he remembered paws ripping his clothes, his own cries for help. It had to be connected to his time in Qiu’s manor because he didn’t remember anything else to it.
“Do you want to make love with me?” Luo Binghe asked him while tugging behind his own waist belt, throwing it to the ground. With that his robes opened and showed his big muscular chest with pristine skin. Shen Qingqiu’s gaze fell down to the young emperor black pants where there was visible outline of his aroused cock and swallowed heavily.
“Yes. I want to make love with Binghe,”
“I promise to be gentle,” The demon lord said, voice tight with lust. His patience was running thin and the man in front of him was so pure suddenly and he wanted nothing but to defile him with his own release.
Shen Qingqiu shuddered with those words. Not a few weeks ago he stroked himself by the thought of junshang fucking roughly into him. Taking him with his cock and making him his own whore. He moaned when there were suddenly fingers touching his entrance and he relaxed his fluttering hole as much as he could, so Luo Binghe’s oil slick fingers could slide in with ease.
Luo Binghe approvingly hummed and gathered up Shen Qingqiu into his arms, so he could place him in his lap without his fingers sliding out. The man wrapped his hands around his neck. He didn’t have any real experience with men but he was skilled with his fingers when it came to his wives. This couldn’t be different right? He felt Shen Qingqiu’s soft breath against his neck where he buried his face in it. Luo Binghe placed a gentle kiss into his hair as he continued spreading him, rubbing the insides and trying to find the spot which would make Shizun cry with pleasure. Just like when he saw Shen Qingqiu pleasuring himself.
Ah, there it was.
Luo Binghe's lips curled into a smile when man shuddered and clenched around him. “Is that good, A-Jiu?” He asked him but the man wasn’t responding to him. Instead he desperately dug fingers into the long sleeves of Luo Binghe’s discarded robes.
Soon Shen Qingqiu was once again on his back with arms above his head pressing against the bed headboard while Luo Binghe pushed the head of his cock against his relaxed entrance. His Shizun closed his double-colored eyes and painfully whined. This was new to him and the stretch was much bigger than he could ever do with his fingers alone at night. (His first time taking someone else's cock with him agreeing to it.) The demon lord leaned to him, trying to soothe him with the kisses while something moved deep inside of Shen Qingqiu and the burning painful sensation disappeared while the man felt relaxed even more.
“Junshang! ” Shen Qingqiu gasped as the man sheathed himself completely in, they were both panting heavy and Luo Binghe smiled. The man was tighter than any of his wives, he slanted his mouth against Shen Qingqiu’s and the man tried to copy his moves. The way Luo Binghe’s tongue rubbed against his own while the man started moving inside him. Shen Qingqiu wrapped his legs around his waist, holding him close as he broke the kiss.
With one hand pressed against the headboard Shen Qingqiu tried to meet Luo Binghe’s hips while the other one he hooked around his neck, bringing the demon lord even closer. He dragged his mouth over Luo Binghe’s exposed skin on the neck as the man continued ramming into him and then he too sank with his teeth into the delicate skin. Strong enough to draw the blood, making Luo Binghe shudder and he did it again. Littering Luo Binghe’s skin with the teeth marks as junshang chuckled.
“A-Jiu, you are a beast,” Luo Binghe panted and Shen Qingqiu arched his back, closing his eyes satisfied that he made his own marks on Luo Binghe. That he branded the young emperor as he wanted to be branded by him .
His mind became foggy and his vision swam as he felt the pleasure starting to build. He arched even more but he was suddenly not seeing who was on top of him. It felt like a shadow was there on other’s face as he stared in front of himself, trying to remember who was there with him and panic flooded his mind. Shen Qingqiu pleaded with the man on top of him to stop. Dug nails into his muscled arms but all he heard was a laugh. His head hurt with the effort of trying to bring himself back from the dark place and suddenly he was coming, his hole clenching down onto the big cock pushing deep inside him. Cries spilling from his throat, pleads as the man continued rocking his hips, chasing his own pleasure now.
When Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes there was junshang with him in the bed, playing with his hair and he wasn’t sure what happened. “You had a qi deviation.” The man explained and brought him closer. “You are so fragile, A-Jiu.” His hands wrapped around his waist and Shen Qingqiu noticed that they were both naked and then his gaze fell onto bloody marks which littered the emperor’s neck.
“I am so sorry.” He murmured, hiding his face in Luo Binghe’s broad chest. “I guess I wasn’t able to satisfy junshang as his other wives.”
Luo Binghe sighed. “You did satisfy me.” He stroked his cheek and rubbed the emerald bud of the long silver earring in his ear.
“I am just scared I will lose you with your next qi deviation. I worked so hard for you to be like this. I cannot…” The words left a warm feeling in Shen Qingqiu, junshang had to feel a special connection to him. Why else would he be scared of losing him?
“I want you to comb my hair, play me the qugin, recite me poetry…” Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks flushed. “I desire you to be my consort one day. To love me.” Luo Binghe tangled their fingers together and looked down onto the double couloured eyes which shyly peeked at him.
“Why would junshang want an ex-slave as his consort? I would only lower his status.”
“You are more than an ex-slave, A-Jiu.”