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Clouds had rolled in over Qing Jing Peak, obscuring the sliver of moon left high in the sky. Shadows moved along the yard, slipping through the thick grove of bamboo to the house nestled in the forest, dark and still. A tall figure dressed in black stepped onto the porch, a quiet hush spreading around the grove. The figure tilted his head, crimson eyes and demon mark the only illumination. Careful hands set aside a long sword, propping it up against the side of the house. A thin braid slid over one shoulder, quick to be tucked back as the figure slipped in through the door.
The sitting room was shadowed. The figure stood there, hands relaxed at his sides as he studied the low tables, the piles of scrolls and books, the knickknacks adorning the desk. On quiet feet he padded over to look through the documents left out – a half written letter, teaching plans, a small note written in haste, a lover's reassurance to his husband that an emergency had come up and that he would be home late. Small bits and pieces of a life well lived, of a person well loved, of a man the figure had never known.
Luo Bingge turned to the dark bedroom, crumpling the note in his palm. A quick shake of his head and the reflexive sneer was put away. The floorboards let out faint sounds as he slipped through the half open door, crimson eyes taking in the figure curled up on the raised bed. The curtains were pulled back, one tie dangling loose, the gauze moving in the faint breeze coming in from the window. Dark hair was spilled out over the white sheets, a thin inner robe gaping open at the neck. Luo Bingge's gaze never left the figure as he stripped down to his skin, leaving his clothes in a pile by the door. He made his way to the bed, wincing as the mattress shifted as he got on. Gentle hands pulled back the covers. Shen Qingqiu stirred, nose scrunching as he shifted in the sudden cold. Luo Bingge slid in behind the man, using the bulk of his body to warm him.
Shen Qingqiu let out a soft sigh, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Binghe...”
“I'm here,” Luo Bingge pitched his voice as close as he could remember to match his double's tone. It worked. Shen Qingqiu relaxed in his arms, muscles loose and pliant as Luo Bingge pulled him close. He made quick work of the ties of the sleeping robe, pressing soft kisses to Shen Qingqiu's neck as the man let out a sleepy grumble. “Please, Shizun. Let me.”
“Binghe...” The man's whine turned into a moan as Luo Bingge's hand swept up his outer thigh and cupped his hand over a soft cock.
“Please, Shizun. Let me touch you.” He breathed the words into Shen Qingqiu's ear, running the edge of a canine along the ridge. That earned him a shudder and the man's legs shifting, Shen Qingqiu's cock starting to take interest as Luo Bingge stroked gentle fingers along his length. “I'll do all the work, Shizun. Just let me touch you. Let me love you.”
“Binghe.”
“Yes, like that, Shizun. I've got you.” He slid the sleeping robe off Shen Qingqiu and tossed it aside. He began a trail of open mouthed kisses down that pale back, warm hands mapping out the bumps of his spine, the curl of his ribs. He helped Shen Qingqiu turn onto his stomach, making room for Luo Bingge between his legs. He nipped at the rounded curves, a smile tugging at his mouth as he heard Shen Qingqiu grumble at him. He kissed the marks, hands covering that gorgeous ass, thumbs spreading him open to Luo Bingge's view. Shen Qingqiu shifted beneath him, cock hard and pressing against the mattress. Luo Bingge dipped his head and pressed a kiss to that tight entrance, relishing the soft gasps coming from Shen Qingqiu's throat.
A few soft licks had Shen Qingqiu trembling, legs spreading wider on the bed. Luo Bingge sucked a mark onto the thin skin of Shen Qingqiu's inner thigh as a reward for being so sweet. He trailed kisses back up to Shen Qingqiu's entrance, tongue running in circles as it flexed under his touch. A firm swipe across the pucker had Shen Qingqiu moaning, hips twitching backwards. Luo Bingge grinned and did again – and again and again as Shen Qingqiu shuddered under his touch.
It wasn't long until Shen Qingqiu was a wreck, skin slick with sweat as Luo Bingge teased him, concentrating on the tight pucker of Shen Qingqiu's entrance and never dipping in. It wasn't until Shen Qingqiu gasped out, “Please, Binghe. Please ,” that he dipped his tongue inside – just a touch. Shen Qingqiu sobbed and tried to shove his hips back, but Luo Bingge's hands held him in place. He repeated the action, each time earning him a choked out sob and plea until all he could hear was Shen Qingqiu's trembling voice, pleading with him. He paused, drawing back to slide a wet tongue over the winking entrance. There was a high-pitched whine and then Luo Bingge drove his tongue in as deep as he could.
“ Binghe !”
“I'm here, Shizun. I have you.” He bent back to the task, fucking into Shen Qingqiu's body as the man shook beneath him. “Let me have you. Let me have this,” he murmured as he pulled back, slicking one finger with oil as he slid it inside. His Shizun was so warm, so soft. A second finger helped open him him, letting Luo Bingge thrust his tongue deeper, to taste his Shizun in his most private place. He started up a gentle rhythm, fingers thrusting along with his tongue, spreading his Shizun wider and wider as he pressed as deep as he could go. Shen Qingqiu moved his hips with every thrust, hands clenching in the sheets, back arched as he rode Luo Bingge's fingers and tongue, chasing his touch and angling every thrust so it hit the place inside him that had his moans coming out louder and louder.
“Binghe... Binghe ...like – oh like that – I – yes ...”
Luo Bingge pressed as close as he could get, eyes shut to hear the slick sounds they made as he rode out his Shizun's orgasm, fingers and tongue feeling the fluttering muscles, hearing the gasps from the man's throat. He gentled his thrusts at Shizun's soft sound of protest, drawing back to press kisses against pale skin. He was trembling with need, but he kept his touch soft, fingers as deep as they could go inside his Shizun's body. He trailed back up that smooth back, slotting their bodies together as he slid his fingers free, his cock heavy and hard as he slid it between Shizun's thighs.
“Shizun, Shizun,” he kept his voice pitched low as he pressed kisses against Shen Qingqiu's neck, unable to help himself as he sucked a few soft marks onto that soft skin. He rocked forward, cock slick with leftover oil and spit, rubbing between those long legs. “Can I? Will you let me have you? Please, Shizun, please.”
“B-Binghe...”
“Let me love you. Just this once. Please, Shizun. Please.” The small braid spilled over his shoulder, curling against the bed in front of Shen Qingqiu's nose. The body beneath him went still, breath caught in a sharp gasp. Luo Bingge pressed their bodies together, nose tucked against Shen Qingqiu's neck, inhaling his scent.
A fine tremor started up between them. Shen Qingqiu turned his head, peeking at him through the fall of his hair. “You...You're...”
“Me,” he agreed, body heavy over Shizun, pressing him to the bed. “An emperor of one world, a master of a harem, a god to some of my people. But do you know what I dream about, Shen Qingqiu? I dream about this bamboo house, about a sect I never had, about a husband I never expected any version of me to have.”
“I...I'm not...”
“I am not him. But I dream of you, Shizun. Let me have you, let me have this, just once. Please.”
Shen Qingqiu sighed, turning his face away, hiding behind a fall of hair. “Binghe...”
Luo Bingge went still. That was his name. The tone was different, the way it rolled off Shizun's tongue – that was his name. His . He couldn't help the moan that left him or the open mouthed kisses he pressed to Shizun's neck. “Please, Shizun. Please. Let me – let me – let me please –”
“...Yes, Binghe. You can – oh – oh –”
Luo Bingge tilted that chin back around to press a desperate kiss to Shizun's mouth. He kissed away the words coming from Shen Qingqiu, helping him turn so they were face to face, one arm hiking a long leg over his elbow, spreading the man wide so Luo Bingge could settle his cock at Shen Qingqiu's entrance. He kept kissing Shen Qingqiu as he started up gentle thrusts, each press going deeper and deeper until they were pressed together, joined as one. There he paused, drawing back for a moment to look down at the man, their eyes meeting as Luo Bingge held his gaze as he pulled back and thrust forward, as deep as he could get. Shen Qingqiu gasped, never looking away, even as his arms came up around Luo Bingge's neck.
“ Binghe .”
He bent his head back to Shen Qingqiu, taking his mouth as his hips snapped forward, starting up a solid rhythm. He felt Shen Qingqiu's legs come around his waist, felt the way the man's fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He swept one hand down to that pliant waist, one hand enough to tilt Shen Qingqiu's hips so that every thrust hit the spot inside his Shizun that made the man throw back his head and shout . He hid a grin against Shizun's neck, nipping small marks there as he rode out Shen Qingqiu's second orgasm, pressing deep and staying there until the man pressed a shaking hand to his cheek and tilted his head back up. Luo Bingge let the man guide him into a kiss, shocked into stillness for one long moment. Then he had to move, had to devour the mouth beneath him, had to press into that soft body until he was coming so hard he saw stars.
Gentle hands smoothed over his hair, down his neck and over his back. He shook in the circle of those arms, face pressed against Shen Qingqiu's neck. For one long, long moment he didn't want to move, didn't want to go. Wanted, more than anything, to stay pressed here, in a world where he could have this man, this love, for his own.
“Binghe...”
He raised his head and stopped whatever words were about to come next. He framed Shen Qingqiu's face with his hands, kissing him once, twice, lingering one last time as he ran his thumbs over Shen Qingqiu's unmarked cheeks. This, this is what he wanted to remember. This was the dream he wanted to have. He closed his eyes and dropped his head to Shen Qingqiu's chest, breathing in deep. Then he pulled back, careful with this Shizun as he had never been before, pressing one last kiss above the man's heart as he sat up and pulled away.
The touch to his back made him jump. He twitched for a second, even as that touch curled around his shoulders and across to his chest, but he knew those hands. He saw them every day. He turned his head to see his double staring at him, eyes glowing crimson, matching his own. The moment hung heavy between them before his double sighed, surprising him as he leaned forward and pressed a careful kiss to Luo Bingge's mouth.
It felt like forgiveness. It felt like a benediction. Luo Bingge felt his breath stutter in his chest as his double pulled away, gaze already leaving him for the man laid out on the bed.
It was time for him to go.
He did not look back as he left the bed. He did not look back as he pulled on his clothes, already hearing the sound of whispers coming from behind him. He did not look back as he closed the door, cutting off the sounds of skin sliding against skin. He stepped out of the bamboo house, the shadows deeper as the moon peeked out from the clouds, cutting thin ribbons of silver light across the open grove. He curled a hand around his sword, studying the dark blade for a long, long moment. Then he raised his head and cut a slash into the air in front of him and with a single step, he was gone.