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They had exchanged a smile before parting ways, but Xue Yang stood stagnant in the fork with his arms crossed until Jin Guangyao disappeared out of sight. Besides the irritating lecture he had about the two cultivators, Xue Yang couldn’t quite settle his mind from wondering what that one Xiao Xingchen guy had to say.
‘He’s truly…’
What came after that? Rude, childish, disgusting? He had such a snarky smile when he said it, too.
That was the one thing Xue Yang couldn’t let go. Instead of heading to the corpse-training grounds like expected, he dug a heel into the dirt and turned towards his destination where they had just come from. Whatever business those two had in Lanling wouldn’t have been a night hunt, so Xue Yang knew he had limited time to find them until they moved on.
The cultivators had left just as they had appeared and were nowhere to be seen. Frustrated with how his hunt was going, Xue Yang kicked up some rocks as he walked through the dusty streets. Maybe he would terrorize the stall once more who dared serve inadequately sweetened glutinous rice! He had all but forgotten the food was tasty aside from the sweetness, but it didn’t matter now that he deemed the man unskilled- useless.
The man looked up calmly upon seeing someone approach in his peripherals, but ultimately fell back and screamed again when he saw the delinquent stalking over with vengeance. “Why!? Why again?!” He shouted, grabbing for his breakable dishes as Xue Yang kicked the stall.
“For the third time, there is no why! Perhaps you’re just that unlucky.” He laughed happily and kept his hands in his pocket while shaking the stall with a foot.
The man pleaded “stop, i beg you!”
He did stop, but not for the shopkeeper’s benefit. It was instead a voice that held no resentment, “Xue Yang?”
Xue Yang whipped towards the voice, one hand ready to uncover his sheath in case he found another horsetail whip swinging at him. It was indeed one of the cultivators, but he should have predicted they would only show up when he was causing mayhem.
He unsheathed Jiangzai and pointed it to the taller man in white robes, who stopped walking closer at the clear warning.
Xiao Xingchen’s pale eyes fell to the black sword, but looked back to Xue Yang. “Haven’t you done enough to disturb his peace?”
“Who’s to say? How would you know if his peace has been properly disturbed, do you even know why I’m doing it or are you only here to whip me like that Song guy?” Xue Yang spat his nonsensical words with such confidence that it made the other smile.
“Zichen? No, I have no reason to punish you as such.” He lifted a hand to gently rest three fingers on the flat part of Xue Yang’s blade. “This sword you have is quite interesting. What name does it go by?”
Xue Yang yanked the sword away and sheathed it, nearly cutting the cultivator’s hand as he did. “Jiangzai. Why do you care?”There was that same smile as Xue Yang had seen before- he wanted to slap it off of him.
“Fitting.” Xiao Xingchen walked towards Xue Yang, but a few steps to the side and nearly passed him as he said “walk with me for a bit, if you have time.”
He didn’t have the time, and especially didn’t have time for a lecture, but his curiosity cleared up his itinerary and he followed the cultivator until they had exited the city-line into the woods.
“You never answered earlier- y’know,” Xue Yang said while catching up to be almost beside Xiao Xingchen; it was enough he could see the man’s facial changes, but not so much that someone could mistaken them as friends.
Xiao Xingchen looked over his shoulder with a curious hum. “What do you mean?”
Xue Yang quickly stepped in front of Xiao Xingchen, making him halt his movements before he would step on Xue Yang’s feet or trip over him. “I’m truly WHAT, Daozhang Xiao Xingchen?”
There was a moment of uncertainty on his face, but eventually Xiao Xingchen’s lips tilted into an amused smile. “You are still thinking of that? You’re incredibly perceptive, Xue Yang.”
“And you are incredibly stupid if you think I won’t cut your tongue out and stir it into tea for that other guy.” Xue Yang dared. He quickly added “it’s not like I care what you two freaks think, either!”
Xiao Xingchen had enough audacity to chuckle at his words and simply stepped around him to continue walking with a teasing “you say you don’t care, but you even remembered my name.”
Xue Yang’s face turned dark and he glared at Xiao Xingchen from behind before trotting after him again and body-blocking his path. “Spit it out then, I’m truly WHAT?”
Periwinkle eyes dropped with his eyelashes to look down at Xue Yang; he didn’t look down as if he was better than him and his voice remained the same pleasant tone. “Cute,” he replied with a closed-lip smile to follow.
…
There was a heavy silence that followed, the two staring at each other while Xue Yang processed the word. Cute? “What the fuck does that mean?”
“You don’t know?” Xiao Xingchen tilted his head slightly, causing his hair to gently blow in the breeze once freed from where it was rested. “You’re… cute. If you were a doll, I’d put you in a dress.”
He had killed people for much, much less.
Maybe it was the fucking audacity or the honest answer, but Xue Yang harbored no thoughts of killing him. If he had, he would have definitely missed how Xiao Xingchen’s eyes proceeded to wander his face and elsewhere like he was deciding something. With a short hum, Xiao Xingchen stepped around him again and continued walking.
“You-“ Xue Yang turned to watch the back of him walking, then became suddenly aware they had left the city long ago. Why was Xiao Xingchen still wandering? He seemed almost insistent they kept walking. If Xiao Xingchen planned to kill him, he was way out of his element. Xue Yang knew those woods like the back of his hand.
“Hang on-“ he caught back up to the cultivator and once again blocked his path with his own body.
Xiao Xingchen stopped once again and looked patiently at Xue Yang. Xue Yang daringly stepped closer so he was in Xiao Xingchen’s personal space, upper bodies brushed together. “Why cute? Is this another way of calling me young again? You look barely older than I am, y’know.”
“No,” Xiao Xingchen said with a gentle laugh. “It’s what I heard a man call his wife recently, so I thought it was the appropriate word.”
Xue Yang narrowed his eyes at him, but the glare didn’t intimidate the cultivator. “You find me attractive in that kind of way? I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want. What reason do I have to lie about something as simple as an observation?” Xiao Xingchen challenged.
Rosewood eyes scanned his face- he wasn’t bad looking… rather a fine man with a strong facial structure. He stepped back a few paces and didn’t try to hide the fact he was examining Xiao Xingchen. He was tall and definitely muscular… definitely had to have a well-cultivated core. “Alright, fine.” Xue Yang snatched Xiao Xingchen’s hand and practically dragged him in another direction.
Xiao Xingchen laughed once again at his antics, but let himself be led. “Where are you taking me, Xue Yang?”
Xue Yang didn’t answer and instead brought him to the nearest abandoned building. “Daozhang Xiao Xingchen,” he let go of his hand in favor of kicking down the decrepit door. Once it was done in, Xue Yang grabbed Xiao Xingchen’s collar and pulled his neck lower. “There’s no telling if we will ever cross paths again, so let’s fuck here.”
Xiao Xingchen’s eyes widened for the first exaggerated expression he had made since they met. “Wait, what?” He was dragged into the building anyway, but Xiao Xingchen laughed at how ridiculous Xue Yang was being. “You must be joking.”
“Must I?” Xue Yang checked the few rooms for anything alarming, but the interior seemed to be well-preserved despite the outside appearance. Once he was sure it was clear, he came back to the cultivator who looked out of place and standing idly. “People do this kind of thing all the time, so why would I be joking? It’s clearly what you want, so why not?”
Xiao Xingchen waved a hand and shook his head. “We mustn’t. Even though my cultivation path does not forbid it, I cannot simply give in to such a desire knowing we would never meet again.”
Xue Yang grabbed Xiao Xingchen’s whisk from him and tossed it aside; he hated that fucking tool most. “Daozhang Xiao Xingchen, don’t tell me you’ve never so much as kissed someone before?”
“You should not kiss someone without intentions of-“ Xue Yang yanked Xiao Xingchen down to shut him up by pressing their lips together. It wasn’t romantic, but it was a kiss nonetheless.
Xue Yang grinned wide. “There, now you have. Any other virtuous bullshit to get out?”
Xiao Xingchen looked like he had been splashed in the face with ice water and his mouth was half open as if he remembered he was speaking before. “You’re certain it is normal to do something like this?”
“Absolutely!” Xue Yang laughed and moved his fingers to untie the one fastener keeping Xiao Xingchen’s sword on his back. “Like you said, we already kissed- so we both have intentions to do more.”
Shuanghua clattered to the ground, but Xue Yang kept Xiao Xingchen from caring by joining their lips together once more. That time, Xue Yang made certain to make it last; he wanted to keep Xiao Xingchen’s head spinning and away from thinking about all the ways it was wrong.
The pivotal moment when Xue Yang knew he had won was when he felt Xiao Xingchen’s body relax and he participated in the kisses as well. He was clumsy at first, too eager for more with little knowledge on how to take it, but he seemed keen on even the slightest of Xue Yang’s reactions and was able to adjust to his liking.
Xiao Xingchen felt Xue Yang’s hands impatiently pulling at his sash, but he grabbed the hands in his own to stop him. “Just wait,” he said against Xue Yang’s lips. He kissed him once again, but pulled away to explain himself with a “I’m enjoying this right now.”
Xue Yang clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Then do something. You’re just standing there like a fucking idiot. Haven’t you even heard of how to go about this?”
There was a pause and Xiao Xingchen lulled away with a puzzled expression. “Well… no?”
Xue Yang muttered profanities under his breath, rolling his eyes in the process. “Okay, fine. I will show you, aren’t I so generous?” He turned his back to the wall and yanked Xiao Xingchen closer to practically force himself against the wall. “Now kiss me, Daozhang.”
Xiao Xingchen did as he said, wondering how taking a few steps would change anything. Then, it all made sense- it just… clicked.
With a soft groan, Xiao Xingchen pressed his body against Xue Yang’s and let their hips rub together as they made out heavier than before. His hands moved one behind Xue Yang’s neck and the other to the small of his back so he could control the friction.
Xue Yang gave a pleased hum in Xiao Xingchen’s mouth and was finally able to remove that pesky sash. He was being shamelessly eager, but he didn’t care as long as he got what he wanted in the end.
Xiao Xingchen admittedly surprised Xue Yang with how skilled his tongue was, occasionally fixated on the sharp canines curiously. Xue Yang but down and made Xiao Xingchen retreat with a sharp hiss. Xue Yang scoffed. “Figured if you liked it so much I’d let you feel what it was like.”
Xiao Xingchen put his fingers to his tongue, but there was no blood. “If that’s the case, then I simply won’t kiss you anymore.” He instead focused his attention on Xue Yang’s robes, sliding off the yellow top first over his head.
As if that would be a problem? He didn’t care to kiss him, anyway!
Except… he really meant he wouldn’t kiss him?
When Xue Yang tried, Xiao Xingchen would let out a short hum of disapproval and even tilted his head away just to continue removing layers.
“Hey, what gives?” Xue Yang complained, hands catching Xiao Xingchen’s face when it tried to retreat. “You’re not a bad kisser, so why stop?”
“You bit me, so you don’t get to have that anymore.” Xiao Xingchen reasoned. “You’re incredibly reactive, yet won’t consider consequence.”
Xue Yang felt frustrated with the lecture and wouldn’t have backed down if it weren’t for the throbbing pressure he felt in his groin. “What do you want then, an apology? So sorry- there, better?”
“What I want-“ Xiao Xingchen sighed and stepped forward, hands undoing the final layer aside from Xue Yang’s pants. “Is for you to stop pretending you don’t want this just as much as I do.”
The words turned Xue Yang’s stomach and he could only watch Xiao Xingchen’s soft expression while his hand boldly pressed against Xue Yang’s bulge. Xiao Xingchen gently spoke in Xue Yang’s ear, “your body doesn’t lie like your lips do.”
A suppressed groan escaped Xue Yang and he wanted to slap himself for allowing it. Xiao Xingchen saw right through him!? “Fine… but as long as you kiss me still.” He quite liked that Daozhang’s taste.
Xiao Xingchen obliged the request and kissed Xue Yang again. Now that his lips were there, Xue Yang wanted to make certain they didn’t go away.
Xue Yang made quick work of Xiao Xingchen’s layers until he also only had pants on. Once he let the final robe drop, Xiao Xingchen moved them to the wooden bed in the room next to them. “How incredibly romantic of you, Daozhang! Here I was thinking you were going to have your way with me against the wall.” His tone was teasing, but the smile on his lips proved he meant no harm.
Xiao Xingchen laughed and turned Xue Yang to face the bed. “Honestly, I thought the same.” He used a palm to push down between Xue Yang’s shoulders so only his chest hit the bed.
“Daozhang?” Xue Yang’s hands hit the bed from the force and he tried to sit up again but failed when Xiao Xingchen’s hand pressed harder.
“I did actually remember something I saw in a writing once, so you’ll have to forgive my curiosity.” The words were said smoothly as Xiao Xingchen did away with their final layers.
He knew he needed a lubricant or at least something wet, so he bent his body over Xue Yang’s and pushed three fingers to Xue Yang’s lips. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Xiao Xingchen… you’re not as kind as you look, are you?” Xue Yang asked with a mischievous laugh. Xiao Xingchen only hummed as a response and pushed his fingers in. He made sure to get them wet, twisting his tongue between the fingers and purposely grazing his canine tooth on one of the fingers. He was pleased to know Xiao Xingchen was enjoying it judging by the hitch in his breath and the way he pressed himself against Xue Yang’s ass impatiently.
Xiao Xingchen whispered a “Good, Xue Yang” just behind his ear and retracted his fingers. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he continued trying what he thought was right and judged Xue Yang’s reactions from there.
He didn’t immediately slide a finger inside, using the pad of his finger to instead circle around the rim. He dipped the tip of his finger in only to trace the outside again until Xue Yang nearly went into a rage. Of course, he would be a tease! Xue Yang hated himself for not being prepared for that fact. “Daozhang-“ He had meant to scold him, but it sounded almost like a question… a plead.
Xiao Xingchen slid the whole finger in, exactly the opposite of what Xue Yang had expected. “Fuck! Ah, fucking- Daozhang, forget it. Just fuck me, kay?”
“If you wish, but you’ll need more lubricant.”
Xue Yang wanted to roll his eyes into his skull. “You’re lucky I’m horny, or else I’d-“ he hadn’t kept tabs on what Xiao Xingchen was doing behind him, so when he felt the warmth of a tongue pressed inside his hole, Xue Yang’s knees almost collapsed.
Xiao Xingchen chuckled while still pushing his tongue in and out, saliva dripping down. Xue Yang’s hands clawed at the bed and he rocked back his hips to encourage Xiao Xingchen further. “Okay, kay- Daozhang, let me turn around for a sec.”
He moved to his knees facing Xiao Xingchen once the hand released his back and he wasted no time talking Xiao Xingchen’s cock into his mouth as far as he could. Xiao Xingchen gasped at the sudden sensation and made a fist into Xue Yang’s hair to keep him from going further. “Wait- ah,”
Xue Yang wouldn’t listen and pulled the back of Xiao Xingchen’s thighs until he felt the head of his cock in the back of his throat. He sloppily bobbed his head and moaned desperately when Xiao Xingchen started to move his own hips. “Xue Yang,” the name was a whisper, barely anything on Xiao Xingchen’s lips. It was a gentle sound, but his hips had gotten carried away wanting to feel Xue Yang take the entire length. And again, “Xue Yang…”
Xue Yang pushed Xiao Xingchen away with a noise that indicated he should stop. It was impressive how much control Xiao Xingchen had over himself, but Xue Yang wanted to see that break.
He stood again and pulled Xiao Xingchen down by his neck to tangle their tongues into a passionate kiss, but it ended all too soon so Xue Yang could return to the position Xiao Xingchen originally chose. He didn’t have to tell Xiao Xingchen what to do; his body was already desperate to be inside of Xue Yang one way or another.
Xue Yang felt the tip of Xiao Xingchen’s dick against his hole and he held tightly to the edge of the bed frame ahead in anticipation. “Oh, fuck!” He had made too many assumptions about the type of man Xiao Xingchen was and failed to think he would mercilessly burry himself as deep as Xue Yang’s body would physically allow.
The instant he lifted his chest was the same instant a hand slammed it back down. In favor of talking, Xue Yang was allowed to adjust. “Stay down, or do I need to make you?”
Xue Yang gritted his teeth and turned his head to one cheek, a glaring side-eye shooting to the man behind him. “Let my body adjust before you cripple me, won’t you?”
Xiao Xingchen did as he was told, only pulling out most of the way before slowly sliding back in and repeating the process. “You look pretty in this pose.”
“Shut. Up.” Xue Yang already felt incredibly submissive bent over with his ass in the air- he didn’t need to be reminded.
“I’ll take that as you being ready, then?” Xiao Xingchen didn’t wait for an answer, both hands holding Xue Yang’s hipbones and using the leverage to fuck in to him with complete control.
Xue Yang cursed through a moan and couldn’t keep himself from shouting pleasurable nonsense. Xiao Xingchen didn’t stop once he found the perfect momentum, pounding relentlessly and enjoying the slapping sound their bodies made with each thrust.
Only when Xue Yang’s legs buckled did Xiao Xingchen slip out of him unwillingly. “Please- Just wait-“ Xue Yang panted with his arms holding him up against the edge of the bed. “On the bed, please. You can fuck me however you want, but just-“
“Are you okay to keep going, did I hurt you?” Xiao Xingchen helped Xue Yang on the bed with a worried expression.
Xue Yang shook his head and pulled Xiao Xingchen on top of him, hands tangling in his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. “This is better.” He moaned in the kiss and preemptively opened his hips, delighted his Daozhang wasted no time to burry himself inside once again.
He was blessed with the soft sound of Xiao Xingchen sighing breathily, lips quivering like he had never felt pleasure like that. Xue Yang grinned and bucked his hips to impatiently ask for more. “Here, Daozhang, put your head here…” he guided Xiao Xingchen’s head into the corner of his neck so he would be close to his ear. He wanted to hear every sound that came from him.
Xiao Xingchen gave a quiet whine and found himself kissing along Xue Yang’s neck. “Xue Yang, let me-“
“What are you waiting for,” Xue Yang panted .
Strong hands held onto his hips again, but that time pinned them to the bed to keep him still. Every thrust from that angle made Xue Yang cry out, body drenched in sweat and his hands clawing at Xiao Xingchen’s bare back.
The thrusts started controlled and deep, but soon turned into unpredictable and erratic movements as Xiao Xingchen chased his orgasm. “Xue Yang,” it was a broken whisper again, followed by a succession of yeses and even a quiet “fuck, Xue Yang-“
Just hearing that alone could have gotten Xue Yang off; he was lost in the moment he almost forgot to guide one of Xiao Xingchen’s hands to his own cock. He didn’t have to say anything for Xiao Xingchen to naturally wrap his hand around it and pump simultaneously with the thrusts.
“Just like that- oh fuck, keep going! Daozhang, ah!” Xue Yang was the complete opposite of Xiao Xingchen’s whispers, shamelessly screaming and moaning up until he came onto their torsos. He panted heavily and bit down onto Xiao Xingchen’s shoulder when he felt the hot liquid explode inside of him accompanied by the only proper moan he had heard from Xiao Xingchen.
The moments slowly stopped and Xiao Xingchen’s body weight relaxed on Xue Yang. After some time, their eyes finally met and Xiao Xingchen suddenly avoided their gaze.
“Really?” Xue Yang groaned in annoyance. “You fuck me like that and suddenly you’re too shy to look at the mess you made?”
“Mmm…” Xiao Xingchen blushed and put his face back in the corner of Xue Yang’s neck. “I was just thinking… I really do wonder what you’d look like if I put you in a dress.”
“You-“ Xue Yang was at a loss for threats or insults.
Xiao Xingchen laughed against his skin, then lifted his head to look at him properly. “I’m only joking for right now.”
“For right now,” Xue Yang repeated sarcastically.
Xiao Xingchen relaxed his head after a quick kiss. “I have a few more things I’d like to try if you don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Bright moon and gentle breeze my fucking ass,” he muttered. He was certain of it: Xiao Xingchen was no gentleman.