When Ziyu had the horrible idea to sneak in the Zhi lineage to find evidence of Yuanzhi's guilt he never thought he would be stuck with Jin Fan in a wardrobe forced to hear his two cousins fucking for hours.
Useless to say that the next day he almost couldn't face them, especially when he spotted a red mark on Yuanzhi's neck
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"Remember how I said that you don't think before you decide on something? I was wrong. You barely have a thought about anything at all."
Ziyu chooses to ignore Jin Fan. Hopping through the window of Yuanzhi's room, he takes a quick look around for anything that can stand out enough to be used as evidence of guilt. Strange. It almost looks like no one lives here.
But what's stranger is the two pillows on the bed and the sight of a coat hanging up that was definitely not in a style that Ziyu has ever seen Yuanzhi wear. In fact, it looks like something Shangjue would wear instead.
"There's nothing here," Jin Fan says, taking a peek at the stack of books on the study table. "It looks barely lived in."
Ziyu moves to open a closet door, when they hear the sounds of footsteps coming their way.
"Quick!"
Jin Fan grabs him and bodily drags him into the closet. The doors are left ajar, with enough space for Ziyu to have an excellent vantage point of the bed. There's so much room in the closet, so Jin Fan crouches down while Ziyu remains standing.
Soon enough, the sound of the door opening creaks through the dark. Yuanzhi starts lighting the candles in the room, the silver ornaments in his hair making gentle tinkling as he moves. He hums a nonsensical tune as he goes, and it hits Ziyu that Yuanzhi must not spend a lot of time here if his servants won't bother wasting candles being lit.
The door opens again, then closes.
"You're here," Yuanzhi says. Ziyu frowns and angles himself for a better look.
Shangjue steps into view, looking thunderous and tense as he scans the room before letting his eyes fall on Yuanzhi. Something about the way he is watching the way Yuanzhi cross the room has the hairs on the back of Ziyu's neck prickle and rise.
"Yuanzhi."
The way he says Yuanzhi's name is something he has never heard from Shangjue. It's a tone of voice that expects to be obeyed, yet weirdly, Yuanzhi does the exact opposite.
He moves to the screen by the bed and starts shedding his clothes, still humming. After he has taken off his outer layer, he starts to undo his hair ornaments, gracefully sitting down in front of his mirror.
"Did you need something, Gege?"
Yuanzhi looks unperturbed, concentrating of untangling his hair and moving to massage his hair oil through his dark locks. Ziyu is so focused on what Yuanzhi is doing, he completely misses the way Shangjue stalks forward, alerted only by the way Jin Fan jolts by his hip.
Shangjue moves to press his hands on Yuanzhi's shoulders. Ziyu sees the way Yuanzhi stills. There is a growing tension in the room and it's eluding him why that could be.
"We're in my room," Yuanzhi says after a beat. Not deterred even when Shangjue says his name again in that tone, he continues to comb his hair. When Shangjue does not pull away, Ziyu sees the way Yuanzhi blushes to the tips of his ears.
"You know why I'm in my room instead of in yours." There's a measure of upset in his voice.
Shangjue actually looks abashed at this. "I know. But did it really mean you won't come to bed--"
"My bed is there. Your bed is in your own room and I'm tired," Yuanzhi hisses. Setting his comb down, he looks at Shangjue in the mirror. "I don't want to talk about this."
It's clear now that Ziyu and Jin Fan would not be able to get out of this without looking like absolute assholes at best, beaten into a pulp at worst. This is something that is clearly private. The dynamic between them is one Ziyu himself has never seen in all the years they've had growing up in orbit of each other.
What cements it as something they've overstepped into is the moment Shangjue hauls Yuanzhi up by the back of the neck, dragging him to the bed and throwing him on it, front first. Barely giving Yuanzhi a moment to recover, Shangjue flips him onto his back, pressing him down and pushing his hands through the front folds of his inner robe, and starts kissing him up the side of his neckline, dragging his mouth down the line of Yuanzhi's jaw.
That triggers something in the younger man, because he starts pushing at Shangjue's chest, ruddy red with anger, making a soft muffled growl into Shangjue's kisses. "Gege!"
"I can't stop, Didi. I need you," Shangjue says, voice pooling back into that smoky, dangerous tone. "Please."
This makes Yuanzhi stop for a beat. The only sign of defiance is the flinty glare he is giving Shangjue. "This is why I told you to take it easy--"
"Didi..."
Yuanzhi pushes himself up on his elbows. Eyes searching Shangjue's face, he eventually sighs. "You're lucky I'm still loose from this afternoon."
Something about that statement has Jin Fan bumping into Ziyu. He barely has the time to ponder as to why that could be because Shangjue is back on Yuanzhi, pulling him into an all-consuming kiss that looks more like Shangjue devouring him whole.
Ziyu can't look away when Shangjue -- the same Shangjue who probably doesn't have the word 'gentle' in his vocabulary -- move back enough to give Yuanzhi a smile.
"I'll make sure it still hurts tomorrow."
Shangjue drags his hands under Yuanzhi's knees, spreading them wide. With barely more than his hands, he tears at Yuanzhi's clothes. With some distant, dulled sense of dread, Ziyu realises that they can see everything from where they are.
Every pale swath of skin exposed into the candle light. Every moment Shangjue's licking into Yuanzhi's mouth. Every point of contact their bodies are making on the bed.
Then Shangjue does something down his front and Ziyu sees the way Yuanzhi blushes a deeper shade of pink at the sight of it, lips parting on a moan when Shangjue shifts his body between his thighs, full-on shuddering, toes curling, when Shangjue surges forwards.
Yuanzhi gives out a bitten off cry. "Wait. Wait--" He turns his body to the side, hair pooling on the bed. "Ow, ow, ow..."
He doesn't say anything else. He can't. Not when Shangjue takes him by the waist and bodily pulls his lower body against him. Ziyu spies the way Yuanzhi falls back like a puppet with its strings cut. Shangjue seems to give into some primal need when he undresses with no care to where everything falls, because he starts thrusting the second he's naked, grunting with every slap of flesh to wet flesh.
The choir in the room is a crescendo of lewd pleasure. "Gege...!"
For someone with his didi's ankles at his ears, Shangjue coolly whispers, "You don't have to say a word. I already know. You love it when I use you for your hole, don't you? Pretty little thing like you needs a cock in you at all hours of the day. What a pity for my little slut... I don't like sharing my toys."
"Gege, gege, gege..." Yuanzhi moans, hands gripping Shangjue's shoulders, urging him on. "Gege...!"
In a blink of an eye, Shangjue pulls his cock out of Yuanzhi with a wet, slick sound. "Hold yourself open."
Yuanzhi scrambles to comply.
In the dark of the closet space, Ziyu tries to breathe as shallowly as possible. He doesn't dare look at Jin Fan.
What he does keep his eyes on is the way Shangjue's face softens in fondness at the sight of Yuanzhi's red ass cheeks, but what draws Ziyu's gaze is the puckered flower winking as it oozes out come.
"Beautiful."
Shangjue bullies his cock back into Yuanzhi in one smooth movement, punching out a drawn out whine. It seems to delight Shangjue because he is bringing the palm of his hand to press down at the small bulge at his lower belly that Ziyu quickly realises is very possibly the shape of Shangjue's cock.
"A-ah," Yunazhi moans. "Ge..."
And that's all he says before he stiffens, coming untouched all over his belly. "Such a messy little slut," Shangjue coos, even as he cruelly picks up his thrusting, reaching up to wrap a hand around Yuanzhi's throat.
"Mine."
Yuanzhi blinks up slowly at Shangjue, his eyes still clouded with that haze of bliss. "Yours," He breathes. "All yours."
The sounds of skin to skin is a rhythm that beats itself into ZIyu's skull. More so when he sees Yuanzhi physically shake through another orgasm, wetting himself in time to Shangjue growling when he pumps himself in Yuanzhi.
Shangjue pulls Yuanzhi into an embrace, sitting back even as he fucks his seed deep into Yuanzhi. For a moment, there's no other noise other than the soft lazy kisses peppered with quiet sighs and moans.
"Didi, how do you feel?"
And just like that, the Shangjue gege Ziyu has always known to be indulgent and doting on Yuanzhi is back. But what does throw him off is how his voice is thick with a languid fondness that he has only ever heard between Lady Wuji and his Father.
"Like I'm going to have trouble walking tomorrow," Yuanzhi grumbles. "You'd better be prepared to fight on my behalf if Gong Ziyu and his merry band of ruffians start anything."
Smacking Shangjue on his shoulder, the sound is loud enough that Ziyu knows it definitely has to hurt, Yuanzhi glares.
"I told you I didn't want to sleep in your bed tonight," He continues, wriggling away only to be caught again in Shangjue's arms. "You should go back--"
"No."
Yuanzhi blushes. "Your betrothed is probably waiting for you."
"The only one who has the right to share my bed is you. The only wife I'll ever have is you," Shangjue says, sounding for some freakish reason, happy about that statement. It comes out coaxing and Ziyu feels himself reeling a little.
How long has this been going on? From the way Yuanzhi is beaming in an almost thrilled way when Shangjue says he'll burn his bedding in the front courtyard of the Jue residence just to appease him, its telling Ziyu that this side of their bond is one that they've probably worked very hard to keep private.
Not for the first time, Ziyu feels like he's a trespasser looking in on something intimate and sacred, especially when Shangjue leans in to kiss Yuanzhi on the temple.
"Come on. Let's get cleaned up."
"Wha--"
Shangjue gives Yuanzhi little warning when he picks him up, pushing his still half-hard cock back into Yuanzhi. He gives a hiss at that, but otherwise seems comfortable enough to wrap his arms around Shangjue's neck. Long, lean legs wrap around Shangjue's hips when he moves to stand.
"We should... We should grab some fresh clothes. I think there's a set of your robes in that closet there."
"It's fine," Shangjue chuckles, pecking the corner of Yuanzhi's lips. "Why do I need to get dressed when I'm pampering my pretty little wife? Besides," Shangjue pauses, flitting a glare to the closet where Ziyu and Jin Fan are. An icy sense of fear runs up his veins and he feels the way Jin Fan goes statue still. "We should air out the room."
"Air the room?" Yuanzhi parrots. The word trails off into a moan when Shangjue starts walking.
"Yes," Shangjue kisses him again breezily. "If we are to sleep here tonight, we should air out the room. We won't know what manner of pests might have made their home here while we were gone."
Ziyu hears little else after that. The second they can't hear their footsteps, Ziyu cracks the door open. With a tacit agreement to not look at the mess at the bed, they quickly open a window and jump out into the cool night air and into freedom. He catches the way Jin Fan resolutely does not look at him and he respects that by not looking at his Jade Guardian more than he has to.
How he is going to be able to look at Yuanzhi at their morning meeting with the Elders, he really has no clue. Not especially if he can still see the reason why he has to have an extra pillow on his seat.
Cora/Seiryu · Explicit
MIND THE TAGS — CW: Snakes, Lots of snakes, Monsterfucking, Sex with Sentient Magic Animals, Elezen heat, Dubcon (kinda), Cora's Echo makes everyone horny
Cora awoke in a large empty room; alone save for the hundreds of snakes covering his body. The shoji at the far end slammed open with a loud crash, and in a flurry of wind and rain a serpentine form flew in, circling around the room like a typhoon before it alighted in front of him.
Seiryu.
Set pre-Stormblood.
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