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Shen Yuan had picked Shen Jiu up, practically off the side of the road several months ago and they'd been living together ever since. Shen Jiu had been suspicious when Shen Yuan had first shepherded them into his high rise apartment. He'd never had luck with rich lords. They were often entitled, rude, spoiled, even violent and worse, Shen Jiu was back to having nothing. No power or prestige. Certainly no money. He had his cultivation still so it wasn't as if Shen Yuan could force him if he got ideas, but beyond that he might as well have been a child again. He'd expected to bide his time, get an understanding of the world he'd found himself in, and then leave with some of Shen Yuan's riches in tow.
Months later, he was still here.
Shen Yuan had turned out to be a strange individual indeed, and for that Shen Jiu supposed, he was not too bad. Of course everything was not perfect. There were a few issues. Most notably that Shen Yuan was a little too easy to manipulate. How on someone so soft and wealthy, someone with so few survival instincts, had gone this long without being taken advantage of, Shen Jiu did not know.
The man's naivete was almost comical. All Shen Jiu had to do was push his lips into a delicate pout, flutter his long lashes, and Shen Yuan would melt like a piece of spun sugar. Anything Shen Jiu asked for, Shen Yuan would buy for him. Shen Jiu now had a closet full of robes that Shen Yuan had custom ordered for him. (Apparently the modern people of this world had left the better styles in the past and Shen Jiu refused to comply.) He had golden pins for his hair, had boxes filled with jade jewelry, and there were even several modern luxuries Shen Jiu had become accustomed to. Whenever Shen Yuan went out, he would show back up with, a smile on his dumb, bespectacled face and a new gift for Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu was starting to feel like a spoiled and kept wife.
But even if he'd started out thinking that this was a temporary solution, it turned out he didn't mind being here. Embarrassingly, he thought he might have developed…feelings for his fool of a benefactor. Shen Yuan was sweet. Well, he was sweet until he went off into one of his many rants. The sharp turn to true vitriol should have made Shen Jiu unsettled. When had any lord been able to not take out his anger on those below him? But the first time Shen Jiu had caught Shen Yuan pounding away on his keyboard, writing out obscenities that would make even street children blush, Shen Jiu had realized he might be a little too fond of Shen Yuan. Instead of wariness, when Shen Yuan turned around to ask Shen Jiu if he "could believe this nonsense," Shen Jiu's heart had fluttered.
Shen Yuan was shy and awkward, then vicious online where no one could see him. The things he loved, he loved deeply. His passion was entrancing. It had been a bit strange for Shen Jiu to open up one of Shen Yuan's beloved "most hated" books and find himself staring at descriptions of his own world, a world where he was the villain, but he was not even there anymore so what did it matter? Besides, a quick skim of the trash novel told Shen Jiu that this book was some strange approximation of reality that only captured perhaps 1 or 2 parts in 10. Though, he supposed it had been nice to find out he'd actually become Peak Lord even if he had no intentions of returning.
It had only taken two months to decide it was a good thing he had wound up in this world after pushing that damn brute, Liu Qingge out of the way of that ghost at the well, even if that sudden ill-timed rush of compassion had apparently killed him. This was a better world. This world had Shen Yuan in it. There was only one problem.
Shen Yuan was a dumb fool.
Shen Jiu had slept in the same bed with him since he'd arrived. Something he had hated, and then, somehow, grown to like. Every morning, he woke up safe and warm, curled in Shen Yuan's arms like he'd once curled into Qi-ge's. It was a bit embarrassing at first, but Shen Jiu would challenge anyone to not be swayed when they were held close by Shen Yuan with hands running up and down their back as the sun slowly rose over the tops of the buildings of the strange glass city outside.
Or not feel a certain…desire… when they woke up with Shen Yuan's clear interest pressed against their thigh.
The fact that Shen Yuan hadn't actually done anything to take advantage of Shen Jiu, despite having all the power in their relationship only made Shen Jiu like him more. Shen Yuan was gentle and respectful with him. But Shen Jiu had long moved past wanting respect.
One night, a month ago, Shen Yuan had walked in on Shen Jiu in the bath and seen the scars on his back. The anger and shame that had rushed through Shen Jiu had burned out his thoughts. But even when he'd catapulted the shampoo bottle at Shen Yuan's head, Shen Yuan had only raised his hands.
"Jiu-er! Jiu-er! It's alright. It's—Stop throwing things at me—" He yelped as he ducked the jar of face cream Shen Jiu swiped off the vanity. It rolled to a stop on the tiled floor, miraculously unbroken.
"Shut up! What do you know?" Shen Jiu hissed. Qiu Jianluo's favorite place to leave marks had been Shen Jiu's back where his sister would never chance to see them. He knew what it must look like when he'd not yet mastered his cultivation enough to erase them.
"It's alright," Shen Yuan repeated. His glasses had come askew and he pushed them back up his nose, running a hand through his short messy hair. "It's not bad."
"Liar," Shen Jiu snapped.
"It's not," Shen Yuan said. "But if you hate it so much, let me order you something."
Shen Jiu narrowed his eyes. This world had been proven to house many strange and impossible things. Shen Yuan smiled when Shen Jiu put down the bar of soap. He had a nice smile and Shen Jiu found his other hand inching away from the hair brush he would have thrown after.
"Just you wait, Jiu-er. You'll see it'll be great."
Shen Yuan hadn't been lying. But Shen Jiu had not yet realized what kind of great it would be.
…
When Shen Yuan's package came in, a small glass jar of some kind of cream, he'd rushed over to pluck the book Shen Jiu had been reading out of his hands.
"This is a special lotion that reduces scarring," Shen Yuan said. Shen Jiu stared at it. "Isn't it great? I told you so, here take it."
Shen Jiu did not move. It wasn't that he wasn't willing to try it. Even in his world there had been specialty medicines of this variety, though they were rare and expensive. The problem was…
"I will not be able to reach." Shen Jiu was flexible, sure, but to rub the cream into his entire back might prove difficult.
"No problem," Shen Yuan smiled that lopsided disarming smile of his. "I'll help you."
Somehow, this had led to Shen Jiu laying flat on his stomach, his robes removed, so that Shen Yuan could sit astride his hips. Shen Yuan was in those thin but fuzzy sleeping pants he liked to wear with the pictures of the girl with the blue hair. Shen Jiu had never grown accustomed to modern clothing and opted to wear the clothes he'd always worn. But with just his thin pants on, Shen Jiu could feel every flex of Shen Yuan's thighs around him and he regretted never taking Shen Yuan up on his offer of modern style pants.
He'd tensed up when Shen Yuan leaned over him, cursing his ridiculous reactions when Shen Yuan had only ever been kind to him. But Shen Yuan just hummed gently before beginning to work the cream into the mass of scars on Shen Jiu's back. Within no time at all, Shen Jiu had been lulled into a daze. Shen Jiu's fingers worked out every knot Shen Jiu didn't even know he had. The repetitive slow motion of ShenYuan's hands left his thoughts hazy and his mind drifting. He pressed his face into the pillow to quiet any embarrassing noises that wanted to slip from his mouth.
A thin tremor ran through his mind as Shen Yuan shifted, something distinctively hard and hot pressing against the curve of his ass through his pants. He blinked, swallowing as the thing slid up then down, rutting slowly as Shen Yuan's hands slid up his spine. His fingers pressed deep into Shen Jiu's muscles, and Shen Jiu was helpless not to melt at the sensation. Warm sticky heat bloomed in his gut and he buried his face deeper into the pillow to bite back the whine that wanted to burst from his throat. It felt good, felt good to have Shen Yuan's hands on him, felt good to have Shen Yuan's hard cock pressed against him. When had he ever felt this safe with a man?
His face burned as Shen Yuan kept rutting against him, dragging his hands up and down Shen Jiu's back. A sliding wetness was forming between his thighs and his teeth clenched around the pillow, muffling the moan he couldn't swallow. Shen Yuan's hands clenched around his shoulders, hips rocking with quick small thrusts.
Shen Jiu's head was quickly turning to nothing more than hot steam. He couldn't stop thinking about how it might feel to have Shen Yuan's yank his pants down and spread his legs and spear him open with the long hard cock he could feel even through the layer of their thin pants. He was in trouble. The knowledge floated up to him through the haze as another quick thrust sent a shiver running through his body. Oh no, he was really in trouble.
Shen Yuan's hands gripped Shen Jiu's waist and a short grunt split the air. Then he froze. "Jiu-er," he gasped. "I—I uh… I just remembered that I um…I have to go and" He shivered. "Uh— I have to go."
He leapt from the bed and rushed from the room without another word so fast Shen Jiu hadn't even registered what had happened before he was gone. He turned, staring at the now empty room, his thoughts struggling to reform with the uncomfortable warmth still burning in his gut. His jaw clenched. His glare could have frozen anyone in place if anyone had been there to see it. He couldn't believe that fool of a man had pinned him down, humped him, and then just—just— just left!?
Well Shen Jiu would find a way for him to finish the job. One way or another.
…
A few weeks later and and Shen Jiu's confidence was waning at the rate his annoyance was increasing. He swore he'd tried everything he could think of. And yet, nothing! Shen Yuan continued on, blissfully unaware to the fact that Shen Jiu was masturbating in the bath every night out of pure frustration. The fact was that he'd had men lusting after him, even when he was far to young for that kind of attention. But somehow this one single man, the only one Shen Jiu had decided was acceptable, had yet to touch him. It was absurd!
He'd started with something he thought would surely be a fool-proof method: inviting Shen Yuan to watch the moon with him from Shen Yuan's private rooftop garden. They'd sat pressed together until there was no space left between them and Shen Yuan had even slid his hand all the way up Shen Jiu's thigh under his robes. But then he'd just smiled and said he was glad Shen Jiu's and him were such good friends.
Such. Good. Friends?!
Shen Jiu was steaming mad for days afterwards.
Still, he wasn't so easily deterred. Next, he'd gone to a night market with Shen Yuan. He knew which of his robes were Shen Yuan's most favorite, so he donned the one in soft green with peach blossoms, cinched his waist until it looked as lithe and delicate as possible, then put up his long hair with the jade pins Shen Yuan had last bought him. He even went as far as to paint his lips and draw a huadian on his forehead rather than the regular cinnabar mark. Shen Yuan had stared at him for a long time when he walked out of the room, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket and blushing up to his ears when Shen Jiu leaned in and finger-combed his short messy hair. Shen Jiu had thought this would be the night for sure. The night Shen Yuan finally confessed his feelings and did something about them.
It had all been going so well, too. Shen Yuan had taken Shen Jiu's arm and had spent no small amount of money buying treats just to please him. All Shen Jiu had to do was flutter his lashes, and call Gege as sweetly as he could manage and Shen Yuan was rushing to pay the vendor. Everything was all going according to plan. But Shen Jiu's misfortune knew no end.
They'd been standing at a stall of bracelets, Shen Yuan musing over which one would look best on Shen Jiu's wrist. The shop keeper looked between them and with a sigh said, "What a cute couple! Oh to be so young again and have my boyfriend treat me." She'd shot a wink at Shen Jiu and Shen Jiu had ducked his head, not wanting to reveal his curling smirk. It didn't matter though when it slid right off his face the next moment.
"Oh," Shen Yuan laughed. "We're just best friends."
Best. Friends.
Best friends!
Who acted like this with their best friend?!
He'd been put out the rest of the night and Shen Yuan, dumbest man alive, had no idea what had happened. He'd still fretted as Shen Jiu gave him the silent treatment, arms crossed, refusing to look at the cause of all his troubles. But no matter how mean Shen Jiu was, Shen Yuan still served him a bowl of ice cream when they returned and then brushed out his long hair for him. Shen Jiu had no choice but to forgive him.
Finally, at the end of his rope and running out of ideas, Shen Jiu had resorted to flirting with the doorman. He'd noticed the first time he'd gone out without Shen Yuan the way the doorman's eyes had trailed after him. It disgusted him as all men's attention did, save for Shen Yuan. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He went down to grab one of Shen Yuan's packages then only had to bear with the man leaning over his desk to leer at him for a few minutes. As he waited for Shen Yuan to get impatient and head down to find out what was taking so long, he repeated to himself over and over that this was for Shen Yuan. Even so he almost ruined the entire thing when the doorman grabbed his hand and asked if he'd like any help bringing the tiny package up to Shen Jiu's apartment. The feel of his hand made Shen Jiu's skin crawl and the thought of the man walking into the home he shared with Shen Yuan made him want to whip out the knife from his sleeve. Thankfully Shen Yuan appeared a moment later, right on schedule.
He'd taken one look at the scene in front of him, expression growing stormy, then stomped over. He yanked Shen Jiu's hand out of the doorman's and all but carried him back to the elevator. On the way up to the top, he had the expression he often got when he was about to go on one of his rants. Shen Jiu's heart fluttered in response. Surely, this would be the time Shen Yuan realized his feelings and actually did something about them. Maybe press close until Shen Jiu's back hit the elevator wall, seal their lips together even though they might be caught.
Shen Yuan did neither of those things. But he did push Shen Jiu into the apartment, tossing the package on the floor as he kicked the door shut. Then he backed Shen Jiu into the wall and slammed his hands on either side of Shen Jiu's head. Heat flood through Shen Jiu's body, his ears growing hot. Shen Yuan had terrible posture and sat hunched at every moment. But he'd certainly straightened up for this. Even if Shen Jiu was a few centimeters taller, somehow Shen Yuan managed to loom over him, lips thin and jaw clenched.
Shen Jiu swallowed hard. Oh, he was really in trouble if even Shen Yuan's angry expression was doing it for him. He wanted to see more of it, wanted to find each thing that made Shen Yuan tick and poke at them all until Shen Yuan never looked at anyone but him.
"Jiu-er." Shen Yuan leaned close.
"Gege," Shen Jiu replied, tugging on Shen Yuan's sleeve. He'd seen this scene in a few of Shen Yuan's books, the ones with all the drawn pictures. He had to swallow back a smile. This was it. Finally he had found a plan that worked.
"What were you doing?" Shen Yuan yanked his sleeve out of Shen Jiu's hand. "Don't you know how that man looks at you."
Shen Jiu really had to fight to not give the game away.
"Gege, I was only going to retrieve your package."
"Jiu-er…" Shen Yuan's expression twitched. "Of course you wouldn't know. You're not even from this world. But you need to be more careful! Jiu-er doesn't realize how cute he looks. It's not like your world where there's all theze rules and customs, ok? That man could do anything to you!"
Shen Jiu's thoughts ground to a halt. What? Do what? Shen Jiu was probably stronger than both Shen Yuan and the doorman combined considering neither of them cultivated.
"Jiu-er there are so many men looking to do all sorts of things in this world. Clearly, I can't just let you go walking around on a whim. You only went downstairs and look what happened! That doorman, don't you understand? He would have taken advantage of you! I can't believe that! What was he thinking, grabbing your hand like that?! What if you had been alone?!"
Shen Yuan's expression was growing angrier by the second which could only mean he was really gearing up for a rant. Shen Jiu sighed, already knowing this one wouldn't be as enjoyable. Really, him? Some delicate pure maiden that needed to be protected? He wanted to slam his head into the wall from the absurdity of it all.
He resisted the urge to run a hand down his face. "Gege, this Jiu-er will prepare tea for you. Just go sit down." He ducked under Shen Yuan's arm and Shen Yuan tailed behind him, going on and on about manners, and respect, and whatever else he was mad about.
Well, even if this didn't get Shen Jiu pinned to the wall, he wasn't giving up yet. If nothing else he was resourceful.
…
Shen Jiu had decided on a new plan and this one was sure to work. It would just need a little prep work first.
Shen Yuan was currently on his computer playing one of those games that never failed to make Shen Jiu nauseous. Shen Jiu could fly on a sword, perform effortless qinggong, but something about those flashing lights and the view on the screen whipping this way and that was just too much. He really didn't understand how someone as idle as Shen Yuan managed it. Still, even if Shen Jiu had to keep his eyes decidedly off the screen, it was good Shen Yuan was distracted.
He quieted his steps, sliding up behind Shen Yuan so he could wrap his arms around the man's shoulders. Shen Yuan jolted, but his eyes remained plastered to his computer.
"Gege," Shen Jiu hummed. Shen Yuan's fingers slipped on his mouse and he was forced to rapidly move it to avoid losing his game. Shen Jiu swallowed a laugh.
"Did you need something?" Shen Yuan asked. "I'm kind of—"
"Distracted?" Shen Jiu finished for him, leaning closer to purr into his ear.
"Ah…ha," Shen Yuan let out a tremoring laugh. "No…"
"It's fine Gege, I will not bother you for long," Shen Jiu said, stroking fingers through Shen Yuan's short hair. "I only wished to order something."
Shen Yuan shivered. It was almost too easy. One touch would leave Shen Yuan all hazy eyed and flushed. If only Shen Jiu had managed to get Shen Yuan to do something more than just sit there.
"Right, right," Shen Yuan said. He didn't seem to be doing as well in his game anymore, his fingers on his keys had become frantic. "Just… Just use my card."
"Alright," Shen Jiu said. He leaned in and kissed Shen Yuan's cheek, lingering for a moment too long. "Thank you Gege. This Jiu-er will need to find a way to repay your kindness."
A strangled sound escaped Shen Yuan's throat. "Ah-ha…what? Oh, no, no. Jiu-er doesn't have to do anything."
"Are you certain?" Shen Jiu asked, scratching his nails along Shen Yuan's scalp. "There's nothing Gege wants?"
Shen Yuan's whole head leaned into Shen Jiu's hand like a large cat, then he jolted again. Too many lights flashed on his screen, then his character collapsed to the ground. This time he had lost his game, the screen switching perspectives to the player that had killed him. Shen Yuan slumped back in his chair, groaning. Shen Jiu just kissed his cheek again for good measure, then breezed out of the room. Served him right for not focusing on Shen Jiu.
Well no matter. Now wasn't the time yet for his plan anyway. But soon. He was sure there was no way he would fail this time.
…
The thing was, Shen Jiu knew he was attractive. All his life he'd had men lust after him, their eyes trailing him even when he was really too young for that kinds of attention. He'd cursed this face of his for years, never able to rid himself of the memory of Qiu Jianluo looking at him cleaned up that first night. He'd known then, with a sinking sort of clarity, what was to come. Just as he'd known it when Wu Yanzi had dragged him into seedy places. He could always feel the eyes following him.
If he'd cursed his pretty face, he cursed the gods more for not only giving him the kind of beauty that made men want to break him, but also giving him the worming sort of attraction he'd only ever felt towards them. He hated it. He didn't want to like any man, didn't want to think about how it would feel if even one of them treated him kindly, how he'd have no defense against it. He wished he wasn't attracted to anyone at all.
But he'd met Shen Yuan and Shen Yuan was different.
Maybe it was just that his Yuan-gege was just so pathetic, unable to take care of even the simplest tasks on his own. Before Shen Jiu had arrived in his life, he'd had every meal ordered, had a service pick his clothes for him, barely knew how to do the most basic care for his hair or skin. His life was a mess of paying other people to take care of his most basic needs. He didn't cook, he didn't clean, and he certainly had no ambitions save for being the most active hater on his Internet forums for books he didn't even like. Shen Jiu had stepped in and taken care of all of that. Cooking for Shen Yuan so he'd eat something healthy, picking out nicer clothes that fit him to Shen Jiu's tastes (though he had, as of yet, been unable to get Shen Yuan into proper robes.) He even washed Shen Yuan's hair for him and ordered everything needed for his skin care.
Shen Yuan was a failure by every measure, only able to support himself because his family was wealthy as the nobles of Shen Jiu's world. He might as well have been a spoiled little lord.
But Shen Yuan wasn't much like a lord, too strange, too awkward. He didn't look at others like things he could possess like Qiu Jianluo had. He didn't carry that entitled sort of arrogance, even when he really should have. Instead he'd shuffle into the bathroom, scuffing his socked feet, ducking his head as he asked Shen Jiu for the fifteenth time what order he was supposed to put on the various creams for his face. He'd flush when Shen Jiu called him a fool, then flush more when Shen Jiu sat him down and applied everything for him.
Against all odds, he was sweet.
Shen Jiu wanted him badly.
This time he'd decided to do a little research before enacting his new plan. Shen Yuan often slept late into the morning and so it was easy enough for Shen Jiu to sneak onto his computer. He still wasn't amazing at using any of the new modern technologies but Shen Yuan had taught him enough to be able to navigate to Shen Yuan's browser history.
There he'd found a treasure trove of information: Shen Yuan's porn. This modern era didn't just have yellow books, but full illustrated novels and even recordings of live people engaging in all manner of sexual acts. Truly, the people of this world were nothing if not creative.
Shen Yuan's taste changed on occasion but the last couple of months he'd really focused in on a particular subject. Almost all the videos he looked up were of lithe and delicate looking people with long dark hair getting, as Shen Yuan sometimes said, absolutely railed. He especially liked videos of this type in long gauzy robes, their long hair wound into complicated styles before their hair pins were yanked out and their robes ripped open and they were left wearing barely anything, their dark silky hair spilling across red sheets. This was the exact kind of information Shen Jiu was looking for and he ordered a package accordingly.
When it arrived, he wasted no time. He slid the new silk out of the package, admiring the deep red color and delicate embroidery, then he rushed off to the bathroom to change. He turned this way and that way in the mirror, finally deciding to apply just a little rouge to his lips and let his hair down. He didn't want any of the hairpins Shen Yuan had gifted him to be damaged. Now the only thing left to do was lay his trap and wait.
He set a pot to boil for tea then arranged himself on the couch. He chose the side with a beam of sunlight drifting through the window, knowing it would make his hair look especially shiny. His heart beat hard as he waited for the timer to go off, shoulders growing cold from the unfamiliar outfit. He jolted when it finally went off, but he settled himself, laying down on his stomach, then lifed his head to call out.
"Gege, would you get that?"
The sound of rustling filtered down the hall. A moment later Shen Yuan stepped out. As usual his focus was unerring. He strode into the kitchen to go through the whole process of setting up the tea tray exactly how Shen Jiu had trained him. The clink of fine porcelain and the pop of the tea tin opening made Shen Jiu's heart beat even harder. Still, he stopped himself from tensing, closing his eyes and listening for the sound of Shen Yuan making his way out of the kitchen.
Shen Yuan's footsteps drew to an abrupt halt. It was time. Shen Jiu artfully tossed his hair over his shoulder before pushing onto his forearms and turning to look. Shen Yuan was staring with his mouth hanging open, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the tea tray.
Shen Jiu favored him with a smile. "Gege?"
Shen Yuan shivered from head to toe.
Warmth suffused Shen Jiu's gut. How could he not be smug when this was the exact reaction he'd hoped for? He's ordered this dudou specifically because he'd seen an almost identical one on one of Shen Yuan's repeatedly watched videos. Deep red silk covered his front, but from Shen Yuan's view, he'd only see the thin strings tying the fabric around Shen Jiu's neck and just below his shoulder blades, leaving everything else bare. Shen Jiu had donned a pair of matching thin silk pants that rested low on his hips and clung to the curve of his ass before hanging loose around his long legs. He kicked one up, feeling the fabric slide down to his knee.
"Ah," Shen Yuan swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Gege, you'll have tea with this Jiu-er won't you?"
Shen Yuan's face flushed such a bright red he looked like he might pass out. He jerked his head up and down then walked with strange stiff steps across the room, plopping onto the couch with a rattle of the porcelain teapot and cups on the tray. Shen Jiu hummed, sliding up to settle himself right next to Shen Yuan. He plucked the tray from Shen Yuan's hands, setting it on the coffee table, before going about the process of steeping the tea.
"Jiu-er doesn't have to do that!" Shen Yuan reached for the cups but Shen Jiu nimbly pulled them away, first pouring Shen Yuan a cup before turning to pour his own.
"You do not steep the tea right," Shen Jiu sniffed, placing the cup in Shen Yuan's only slightly trembling fingers.
Shen Yuan ducked his head. "Thank you, Jiu-er."
Shen Jiu took his own cup then curled as close as he could get to Shen Yuan on the couch, making sure that his bare arm rested against Shen Yuan's. He'd even taken the time to comb the camellia oil he had to specially order into his hair so that the soft scent would drift up whenever he moved.
"Is Gege ready to see his parents this weekend?" Shen Jiu asked. The Shens were a relatively close family and they often had dinners together at the family estate whenever the timing worked. Shen Jiu had felt unsure the first time he'd been brought by Shen Yuan. Stepping out of the car that had been sent for them had been just like stepping foot into some sprawling lord's estate back in his own world. But the Shens greeted him like he was one of their own and he'd been encouraged to come back, even if he couldn't get Shen Yuan off his game to accompany him.
Shen Jiu hoped one day soon they'd go to one of these dinners and Shen Yuan would announce him as his soon to be bride.
"I guess," Shen Yuan huffed. "It's just that the new chapter of Huai's Revenge on the Monarch is coming out. I really want to see the lead actually do something except be endlessly loyal to such an asshole. I swear he's so dumb."
Shen Jiu frowned. He wondered if Shen Yuan had realized that the reason said main character hadn't gotten his just revenge on his cruel master was because this was a love story. Or perhaps Shen Yuan was still persisting under the illusion that this was one of his regular adventure novels. Well, Shen Jiu wouldn't be the one to tell him.
"Your sister is reading that, too, is she not?" Shen Jiu poured Shen Yuan another cup as soon as he finished, letting their fingers drag together as he did so. Shen Yuan suppressed another shiver.
"I—um… Yeah. She is," She Yuan said. His cheeks, which had started to lose their flush, turned bright red again.
"Is she as unhappy with the main character as you?"
"No—" Shen Yuan broke off as Shen Jiu leaned forward. His long hair slipped over one shoulder and Shen Yuan reached out to curl the ends between his fingers
"What was that gege?" Shen Jiu couldn't hide his smile this time.
"I— Oh. She's enjoying it. She really likes the prince for some reason. It's kind of strange since this isn't the normal type of book she goes for."
After speaking with Shen Tang at the last Shen family dinner, Shen Jiu thought this was exactly the type of book she usually went for. He wondered when Shen Yuan would figure that out.
When the tea was finished, Shen Jiu made his move. No time like the present. He took the cup from Shen Yuan's hands and placed it on the table before sliding directly into Shen Yuan's lap. Shen Yuan's mouth fell open, his hands waving in the air for a moment like he wasn't sure where exactly to put them. Shen Jiu was sure this method would work. The jies at the Warm Red Pavilion always said that if a man needed a little coaxing, it was best to do so by giving him a reason to touch you. With nothing else to do, Shen Yuan's hands finally settled on Shen Jiu's bare back.
"Gege, have you been properly using the conditioner I ordered for you?" Shen Jiu asked, sliding his fingers into Shen Yuan's hair.
"Uh-huh," Shen Yuan swallowed hard.
"Are you certain," Shen Jiu arched a brow, sliding a strand of hair behind Shen Yuan's ear. They were close enough that he could watch the way Shen Yuan's pupils widened, see the way the flush bloomed over his dumb cute face. "It feels a little dry. Your Jiu-er will wash it for you next time."
"Jiu-er doesnt have to." Shen Yuan sounded a little strangled.
"I will. I have done it before, have I not?" Shen Jiu tugged at the back of Shen Yuan's hair, angling his head up as he pressed closer until they were chest to chest. "Gege is so foolish when it comes to these things. How did you even take care of yourself before I arrived here?"
"Ah— I don't know." Shen Yuan's eyes dropped to Shen Jiu's lips, his hands sliding down to settle on Shen Jiu's waist sending goosebumps over bare skin. The plan was working flawlessly. Shen Jiu could feel the heavy weight of Shen Yuan's cock hardening beneath the curve of his ass. He forced his face into a calm expression, then wiggled his hips. Shen Yuan bit back a whimper.
"Gege, are you alright? You look flushed."
"I—"
Shen Jiu raised his hand, stroking along Shen Yuan's temple. Shen Yuan's hips bucked, his hands squeezing on Shen Jiu's waist.
"Jiu-er you really…. you really shouldn't be wearing things like this," Shen Yuan said, fingers tracing along the low waistband of Shen Jiu's pants.
"Oh? Why not? I happened to see it online and thought it looked comfortable." This was not exactly a lie. He had seen it online. On the last porn Shen Yuan had watched featuring some pretty boy being fucked till he cried wearing almost the exact same thing. It was, as Shen Yuan sometimes said, goals.
Shen Yuan winced. "It's just not… what if someone saw you?" As if he didn't know what he was doing, his fingers traveled up Shen Jiu's bare back, stroking over the string that held the top together. Shen Jiu widened his legs, so he could sink closer to Shen Yuan. He could really feel Shen Yuan's cock now, pressing up against him in interest.
"It is only you here, Gege." Shen Jiu pressed his lips into a pout. "Do you think its bad?"
Shen Yuan's eyes widened, gaze darting away before dropping to drag down Shen Jiu's body. It lifted again to latch onto Shen Jiu's painted lips, then darted away again in a continuous circuit. He was really very cute. Shen Jiu wanted to devour him.
"No-no. Jiu-er looks good in everything. He should be a model."
"Ah but, Gege, wouldn't that mean many people would look at me?"
Shen Yuan blanched. "Oh….well maybe not then. Jiu-er should be careful. People might try and take advantage of you. Cause, you know, you're so pretty. They'll get ideas."
Shen Jiu hummed like he was considering this. "It's alright," he said. He'd not been a bad tactician in his previous life. He knew when it was time to go in for the kill. "I only wish for gege to look at me anyway."
Shen Yuan stared, then he squeezed his eyes shut, hips grinding up against the curve of Shen Jiu's ass.
"Jiu-er, this is what I mean. Sometimes you say things and they sound very like…"
"Like what?"
Shen Yuan winced. "You're not from this world so you don't know. But it's like…"
Shen Jiu cocked a brow.
In a small voice, Shen Yuan mumbled, "Like you're coming on to me. Like you're flirting."
Shen Jiu tipped his head so he could gaze at Shen Yuan through his lashes. His heart was beating hard but this was the moment that he'd been waiting for and there had to be no way Shen Yuan would reject him this time. It was just that Shen Yuan was too honorable to actually make a move on the person that relied on him for food and shelter. He was a good man. But Shen Jiu could maybe nudge him a little. Just this once.
"Gege," Shen Jiu sighed. "This Jiu-er knows about this world's customs. Do you think I am so foolish as to not look into them?"
"No. Jiu-er is very clever. I…" Shen Yuan cleared his throat, his lashes quivering. He somehow managed to look both shocked and aroused at once. "Jiu-er I'm not—"
"Not what Gege?" Shen Jiu asked, leaning in until their noses were almost close enough to touch.
"I don't…with uh… with men. I don't—"
Shen Jiu shifted so he could purr into Shen Yuan's ear, "You do not do what with men?"
Shen Yuan's hands stroked up Shen Jiu's spine, moving to grip along his shoulder blades like he was afraid Shen Jiu might get up at any moment despite his words.
" I—" He couldn't seem to help himself and ground up against Shen Jiu's ass.
"Gege, you need to speak more clearly." Shen Jiu dragged his perfectly manicured nails along Shen Yuan's scalp. "Tell your Jiu-er what it is you do not do with men." Shen Yuan whimpered and Shen Jiu pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, fluttering his long lashes. "Or would you rather tell your Jiu-er what you would do with him?"
Shen Yuan squeaked. "You can't mean—"
Shen Jiu arched a brow.
"Jiu-er you can't say things like that! What if people thought you… that you…"
Shen Jiu frowned. What? Did this man think he was a virgin? As if he'd ever had a chance at that. But Shen Yuan did love a teary delicate beauty. He had so many pictures saved of exactly that so this wasn't exactly a surprise. If that was what he liked, Shen Jiu could give him that.
"Gege is gege," Shen Jiu pouted. "Who else would I talk to?"
"I'm just some old shut-in," Shen Yuan let out a strangled laugh. And I— I don't even like men…. So I can't just… With Jiu-er, I can't…"
Shen Yuan was getting that look he got when he was about to make a quick escape and Shen Jiu refused, absolutely refused, to let this go on any longer. If this man didn't stick his dick inside him today he might as well become a monk. He let his eyes go wide, sniffling as his vision grew hazy. This skill he learned as a child out of sheer necessity had served him well over the years and it would serve him well now.
He jerked his head away but not before he was certain that Shen Yuan would see a single tear streak down his flushed cheek.
"Jiu-er?" Shen Yuan tugged at him but Shen Jiu shook his head.
"Let go! Gege hates me."
"Jiu-er, I don't hate you! " If Shen Yuan's cock had felt hard before, there was not way it wasn't leaking into this clueless man's pants now.
Shen Jiu tried to struggle away and Shen Yuan yanked him back. "You do hate me! You must be disgusted by me."
"No—" Shen Yuan's hand's tugged at Shen Jiu's wrists trying to uncover his face. "You're beautiful. How could I hate you?"
Shen Jiu wiggled more, forcing Shen Yuan to really grip him tight to keep him from escaping.
"Jiu-er, wait—" Shen Yuan bit back a groan. "Wait, stop squirming."
This time Shen Jiu made sure to really grind hus hips down, forcing a moan to escape Shen Yuan's mouth. Served him right for making Shen Jiu jump through hoop after hoop just to get a little attention.
He pulled and Shen Yuan yanked him back. It was actually getting a bit difficult and Shen Jiu had to stop playing around and make a concerted effort for Shen Yuan to not just pin him in place. He bent his back, leaning away so he could really tug his hands free.
"Jiu-er—" Shen Yuan's eyes widened. His hand slipped. Shen Jiu had a moment of weightlessness to think he'd maybe miscalculated, blinded by his desire to win. Then he was crashing backwards. Shen Yuan made a grab for him and they both toppled off the couch. The tea tray smashed to the ground, the fine porcelain teapot Shen Jiu had picked himself shattering into a thousand pieces.
Shen Jiu groaned, face smushed against the wood floor, legs splayed. Shen Yuan had caught himself with hands caging Shen Jiu on either side of his head. A spark lit through Shen Jiu's gut and he whipped around to glare at Shen Yuan. This was not cute or part of the plan at all! He really liked that teapot!
"Bastard," Shen Jiu snapped. "What an idiot you are! Look what you've done!"
Shen Yuan didn't answer but Shen Jiu barely noticed, working himself into a real rage. This was all so ridiculous. Why was he doing so much? Just so Shen Yuan might maybe get over himself and kiss him. Just because Shen Jiu had been curse by the gods to like men?
"Let go of me!" He slammed his hands against Shen Yuan's chest. "You are so awful! The most foolish man alive! How could anyone—"
His words cut off as Shen Yuan yanked Shen Jiu's hair with one hand then thrust his tongue into his mouth. Shen Jiu made a very undignified squeak but that only seemed to encourage Shen Yuan more. He was clumsy as he shoved his tongue in and out of Shen Jiu's mouth, mapping the space with dedicated insistence. Spit slicked down Shen Jiu's chin. He was sure his lips would be swollen with Shen Yuan nipping at him before diving back in to see if he could fit his entire tongue down the back of Shen Jiu's throat.
Shen Jiu had never been kissed with so much passion and yet so much lack of skill in his entire life. It was making him dizzy, a growing slick heat forming between his legs. Shen Jiu meant to push him away, to yell at him for being such a terrible kisser, but he only managed to tangle his fingers in Shen Yuan's shirt, arching up as Shen Yuan dug his teeth into Shen Jiu's bottom lip.
When Shen Yuan finally pulled away, panting for air, Shen Jiu stared up at him, chest heaving. Shen Yuan's brow furrowed, his eyes dragged down Shen Jiu's body like he'd never seen it before. A shiver ran through his shoulders. Then, as if something had finally snapped, Shen Yuan gripped Shen Jius top and with one firm pull, yanked it off his chest. Then he whipped his hands down to offer the same treatment to Shen Jiu's pants.
"Gege!" Shen Jiu yelped. "Wait—"
He found himself divested of his clothes in record time. Shen Yuan's focus narrowed in on him and him alone.
"Bastard!" Shen Jiu spat. "Beast!" His heart hammered hard. Of course, he'd wanted Shen Yuan to fuck him since Shen Yuan had pressed him against the bed and he'd first felt the hard line of the man's cock. But he didn't think it would happen this fast! Or on the floor! He was sure he could coax Shen yuan a little, they could kiss, he'd tease Shen Yuan about how embarssed he'd surely be. Then Shen Yuan could carry him to bed, gently lay him onto the sheets and then they could have their first time like all the books said lovers did.
So, what the hell was this?!
Shen Yuan's fingers gripped his thighs, stretching them apart too fast for Shen Jiu to struggle. Then he stared down unmoving at what he had, or rather had not found, between Shen Jiu's legs. Shen Jiu flushed up to his ears.
"Beast! Let me go!"
"Oh my god." Shen Yuan's mouth dropped open.
Shen Jiu smacked a hand against his chest. "Stop staring!"
Instead of listening, it was as if Shen Yuan had been entranced, possessed by some spirit that stripped him of reason. He swallowed hard then thrust a finger straight into Shen Jiu's wet cunt. Shen Jiu gasped, head tipping back as sudden, almost too intense pleasure flooded his veins. His body squeezed around Shen Yuan's finger, a tremble running through his spread thighs as Shen Yuan slowly dragged it out again.
"I didn't know you had a—a—" He stared at his now glistening wet finger.
"You just put your finger inside me and you cannot even say it!?" Shen Jiu hissed. He felt too hot, too out of control with not a single piece of clothing on his entire body while Shen Yuan sat in that overlarge hoodie and those stupid pants with the blue-haired girl on them. "What's wrong with you?"
Shen Yuan glared. His glasses had come askew and his short hair was sticking up at the front. He looked like an absolute fool. Heat simmered in Shen Jiu's gut.
"Why are you such an asshole?" Shen Yuan pushed the glasses up his nose with one finger.
"Why am I an asshole?" Shen Jiu glared right back. "Who threw me to the floor and stripped me!? Who just shoved their finger into my cunt!?"
Shen Yuan's lashes quivered. "You were sitting in my lap and grinding on me! I was trying to protect your honor!"
Shen Jiu barked a laugh. "My honor? Like hell you were. Is that what you were doing when you dry humped me on your bed? Or when you were masturbating to people that looked like me?"
Shen Yuan let out a strangled noise. "How do you even know that?!" He paused. "Wait have you actually been flirting with me? How long?"
Shen Jiu slammed his hands against Shen Yuan's chest. "How long? The whole time you idiot! Where have you been? I don't know how I ever wanted anything to do with a complete fool like you!"
Shen Yuan's cheeks flushed but the spark in his eyes made Shen Jiu's gut twist with some insistent want. He thought maybe he had misstepped. Shen Yuan ripped the hoodie over his head, leaving him in a plain white tshirt.
"What do you think—" Shen Jiu started, then broke off as Shen Yuan knocked him back down and shoved two fingers inside him this time. Shen Jiu whimpered, body squirming as he tried to get used to the too sudden stretch. It wasn't—He was the one who was supposed to be in control! The one who had engineered every situation just to get them closer! It wasn't supposed to go this way!
"Has Jiu-er been trying to get my attention this whole time?" Shen Yuan pulled his fingers out only, to shove them in again, thrusting in and out with clearly unpracticed clumsiness. A loud squelching filled the room, making Shen Jiu's face grow hot. He cursed himself for apparently only needing Shen Yuan's attention and artless efforts to get his body going.
"You!" Shen Jiu hissed.
"Is that why you're acting like such a slut?" Shen Yuan said as he shoved his fingers deep.
Shen Jiu flushed to his ears. He rammed his knee up into Shen Yuan's gut, then immediately tried to scramble away. Shen Yuan recovered fast. A hand slammed against his back and he was knocked to the ground, pressed face first against the floor with his ass up.
"Nuh-uh," Shen Yuan said. "I think Jiu-er needs to learn a lesson."
A moment later a firm crack sounded through the room. Shen Jiu jumped, pain flickering through his body as Shen Yuan's palm struck the curve of his ass. Angry tears blurred his vision.
"You!" He snapped. Shen Yuan paid no attention, hand slapping hard against his ass again. "Gege!"
Shen Yuan just slapped his palm down harder then next time. Warmth streaked down Shen Jiu's face, even as an insistent hungry pleasure filled his veins. He couldn't believe it! Shen Yuan! His shy and awkward, foolish Shen Yuan was really spanking him!
"Jiu-er can't act like this," Shen Yuan said, spanking him again. "Like a wanton little whore. He might get ideas."
"Bastard!" Shen Jiu spat. But his voice had little heat when on the next slap of Shen Yuan's hand against him he broke off into a whine. "Beast!"
With each spank that split the air, Shen Jiu's thoughts grew fuzzy. He was vaguely aware he was drooling and tried to get himself together enough to renew his struggle, but then Shen Yuan's palm would strike his ass and pleasure-pain would burn bright through his body and he'd be reduced back to where he started.
It really should have been different. If anything he should have been the one to pin Shen Yuan to the ground, he should have been able to climb onto his lap and ride that ridiculous man until he was the drooling mess.
A whimper escaped Shen Jiu's lips when he tensed for the next strike and it didn't come. He didn't have to wonder for long what Shen Yuan had planned. His legs were shoved wider and then the blunt head of Shen Yuan's burning hot cock was pressing against his hole.
"W-wait!" Shen Jiu gasped. "Gege!"
Shen Yuan sheathed the entire length of his cock in one smooth thrust. The squelch of Shen Jiu's pussy filled the room as pleasure shocked up his spine. He'd felt the hard length of that cock multiple times now, but only through the barrier of Shen Yuan's pants. Now Shen Yuan had barely shoved them down his hips to free his length before just shoving the whole thing inside him.
Shen Yuan was always so gentle with him and that had made it too easy, too addictive to bully him, to map out every way he could tease Shen Yuan with pursed lips or a flutter of his lashes to get what he wanted. It seemed that Shen Yuan had finally lost his patience. A hand splayed against Shen Jiu's back, pushing him against the floor as the other hiked his hips up. Shen Yuan withdrew in a quick slide then knocked the air from Shen Jiu's lungs as he thrust in hard.
"Fuck—" Shen Yuan gasped. "You're so tight."
"Of course! You just shoved it in you basta—" Shen Jiu let out a sharp keen as Shen Yuan rammed into him again, and then again, setting a quick and brutal pace. His nails scrambled at the floor, squirming on Shen Yuan's cock as he was relentlessly plowed into. Shen Yuan's technique was not much more than "thrust", not a surprise considering Shen Jiu doubted the man had more sexual experience than watching porn and jerking his dick with his own hand. Even so Shen Jiu's thoughts still boiled, his body twitching and already oversensitive. With every thrust his thighs were coated with the slick wetness oozing from his cunt.
The fact that he was going to get off to a man who barely knew what he was doing made his face flush, but when Shen Yuan gripped his narrow hips and yanked him back to meet the cock spearing into him, all embarrassment fled his mind. There was no room for it.
He gasped, unable to stop the mewling punched out sounds escaping his mouth as Shen Yuan dug fingerprint bruises into his hips. He was winding closer and closer to the edge, his body clenching around the hard length inside him until he could barely breathe. Shen Yuan hiked his hips up higher for a better angle and his moans took on a sharper edge. The tension in his gut too tight. His ears burned, lashes quivering. It was going to happen so much faster than it should have.
"Gege, wait, I—"
Shen Yuan's nails dragged along his hip bones, his cock thrust hard at a brain melting angle. Stars exploded in Shen Jiu's vision, then he was coming so hard his voice cracked. Slick wetness gushed around Shen Yuan's cock, the pleasure turning knife sharp until Shen Jiu's whole body quivered around Shen Yuan's burning hot length.
Shen Yuan gasped, his hips stuttering. "Jiu-er, fuck, Jiu-er—" Then he followed Shen Jiu over the edge, spilling deep in Shen Jiu's cunt.
He gave a few last aborted thrusts as come started to drip down Shen Jiu's thighs, making sure there was nothing left to spill inside him before collapsing to the side with a long groan. Shen Jiu didn't even have a moment to be worried before Shen Yuan was pulling him into his arms, burying his face in Shen Jiu's silky hair. Together they lay there, breathing heavy as Shen Yuan ran a hand up and down Shen Jiu's back.
Shen Jiu drifted in the warm feeling of being held, of being wrapped in Shen Yuan's familiar scent. Of Shen Yuan cradling him like he was something special. It wasn't really the post-coital setting he had wanted, but he was too sated and tired too care, pressing closer to nuzzle his face against the soft fabric on Shen Yuan's chest. He didn't know how long they lay there for, but he knew the moment Shen Yuan started turning over what they had done.
He stiffened, then lifted his head to peer at Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu lifted his eyes to meet him, cocking a brow as the other man winced.
"Oh," Shen Yuan said. "Oh my god." He pulled back even more, staring down at the mess he'd just left between Shen Jiu's legs. He flopped back against the ground groaning. Shen Jiu pursed his lips. This man was so eager and now he was going to be weird about it? After everything? After Shen Jiu even let Shen Yuan come inside him. There was no way he could allow Shen Yuan to back out now. Not when, even as unpracticed as Shen Yuan was, that was the best sex Shen Jiu had had in his entire life.
Not when Shen Jiu…His gut twisted. Not when he really liked Shen Yuan.
Shen Jiu let tears well up in his eyes, mumbling a soft "Gege…"
Shen Yuan blanched, then hurried to tug Shen Jiu against his chest again. "Jiu-er! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done all of that. I don't know what came over me. And I called you a…" he paused, winced, then whispered, "I called you a slut."
"You called me a whore, too," Shen Jiu huffed, the tips of his ears growing hot.
Shen Yuan groaned. "Oh, I did. Jiu-er I'm sorry."
Shen Jiu looked up at Shen Yuan through his lashes. "Gege must really hate me now."
"No! No, of course not! Jiu-er is perfect."
"Really?" Shen Jiu tilted his head.
"Really!" Shen Yuan insisted. His cheeks flushed and he darted his gaze away, pulling up a hand to rub his nose. "Jiu-er felt really good."
"Even though I'm a boy?" Shen Jiu hummed. Shen Yuan's eyes squeezed shut then he slowly nodded.
"Jiu-er is perfect," He repeated.
Well, that was good then. Shen Jiu leveraged himself up, sliding with easy grace to straddle Shen Yuan's hips.
"Yuan-gege must make it up to me," Shen Jiu said. "After the way he treated me for our first time together."
Shen Yuan swallowed hard, a shiver running through his body as his hands came up to grip Shen Jiu's already bruised hips. Shen Jiu felt his cock twitch. It seemed he had a pretty good refractory period. Shen Jiu wiggled his hips just to watch the way Shen Yuan groaned, eyes squeezing shut. He really was very cute even after how much he'd just gotten carried away. Shen Jiu leaned down, his long hair spilling over one shoulder to drape across Shen Yuan's chest.
"Gege will make it up to me, won't he?"
Shen Yuan jerked his head up and down. "Mmhmm, whatever Jiu-er wants."
Shen Jiu favored him with his softest smile as he felt Shen Yuan's cock harden more.
"Good."