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The High-Cloud Quintet was a legendary troupe of heroes that burned bright in the archives of Xianzhou history. But even they could not defeat the cruel enemy that was the test of time, fading like the dying flicker of a candle flame.
Within the confines of the quintet, although they considered each other good friends, Yingxing understood that he and Dan Feng were not equals.
Dan Feng was the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, commanding far more power than a mortal human. Compared to those of the short-life species, the Vidyadhara lived centuries longer and were reborn in endless cycles. Dan Feng was revered and almost deified – while Yingxing could be no match for him in combat, he contributed at the very least as both a sparring partner and a master craftsman who created weapons for the rest of the quintet to wield.
The Cloud-piercer was Yingxing’s gift to Dan Feng. The sharp spear easily tore through the sinew and gore of enemies, yet in Dan Feng’s dexterous hands, it was a captivating and graceful form of artistry.
“This is for you,” Yingxing had said as he presented the weapon to Dan Feng. “Cloud-piercer. Named after the way you pierce the hearts of our enemies from atop the clouds.”
Dan Feng had regarded him and his gift with the typical haughtiness expected from someone of his calibre. The serene expression on his beautiful face matched the majesty of his features: the curved Vidyadhara horns, the glowing jade of his irises, the angular point of his ears. Extending his hand, Dan Feng received the weapon by its handle and twirled it in a perfect circle, surveying its workmanship. “It is acceptable.”
Yingxing wasn’t sure what to make of Dan Feng’s austere words. A lesser man might have wanted more but hearing his melodious voice was all the thanks in return he needed. Seeing Dan Feng wield what he had crafted with his own hands was a blessing not many could receive.
“I’m glad you like it. I’ve made weapons for the others too,” Yingxing replied, eyes twinkling at how a slight frown marred Dan Feng’s face at hearing such a statement. Dan Feng’s disappointed countenance disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, temperamental like a breeze, but it was impressed in Yingxing’s memory nonetheless.
Dragons were possessive creatures, after all. It didn’t surprise Yingxing that Dan Feng was the same.
Dan Feng leaned Cloud-piercer against the wall. He grasped Yingxing’s hand, turning it over to inspect the callouses. Dan Feng’s slender hands were soft and smooth in contrast, and his sudden touch surprised Yingxing.
“You’re a hard worker,” Dan Feng commented, brushing his fingers over Yingxing’s palm and lighting a blazing fire in its trail. “While my cloudhymn powers allow me to rejuvenate my allies, the passing of time and the effects of labour on a mortal body are forces that I cannot heal. You would bode well to look after yourself, Yingxing.”
Yingxing swallowed, willing away his longing for Dan Feng to continue touching him. It was not appropriate to think of Dan Feng in such a way.
If Dan Feng was aware of the effect his touch had on Yingxing, he did not act on it. Dan Feng relinquished his hold, taking Cloud-piercer in his hand once more and turning to leave.
Yingxing’s hand fell to his side, fist clenched as he watched Dan Feng depart his artisan premises. He shouted out, “You’ll join us for drinks, won’t you?”
“If we win against the borisin,” came Dan Feng’s pragmatic response as he glanced back at him.
“Since I’ll be there, of course, we will,” Yingxing replied, folding his arms across his chest and smirking. He noticed Dan Feng’s curious gaze dart towards the movement, before Dan Feng spun around, the tips of his ears red, and left without another word.
An ardent hope flared within Yingxing, realising Dan Feng had not denied his invitation outright. He could still feel the ghost of Dan Feng’s touch, and he refused to allow it to remain merely that.
*
They fell into a routine – the two of them.
While the High-Cloud Quintet would often enjoy a round of alcohol after winning a battle, Yingxing and Dan Feng would later escape together to the rooftops of wherever they were to indulge in a few more drinks, sometimes to speak of whatever was on their minds, sometimes to simply breathe in the quiet of the night.
Before, they might have been joined by the likes of the rest of the High-Cloud Quintet, but not anymore – Jingliu and Baiheng had complained that it felt like they were third-wheeling, while Jing Yuan had politely smiled and said it seemed like the two of them wanted some time alone.
Dan Feng had been taken aback at such acute observations put so bluntly but continued to meet Yingxing on the rooftops regardless.
Tonight, far from the Xianzhou Luofu of Dan Feng’s ilk, they were to share a complimentary room at their inn as their reward for rescuing the people aboard the Xianzhou Yuque. On the rooftop of the inn, they had enjoyed a few cups of rice wine, gazing at the moon and the stars.
When it was time to turn in for sleep, they both returned to their room with lighter hearts, in a state of mild inebriation. Yingxing didn’t know if the Vidyadhara were physically able to be affected by alcohol, but Dan Feng always seemed in better spirits after drinking with him. The testament to such a presumptuous thought was in the soft smile that graced Dan Feng’s angelic face.
The room itself was not large but their single beds were on opposite sides, with Dan Feng’s beside the open window. After Yingxing washed up in the bathroom and changed into more comfortable sleeping attire, he returned to find Dan Feng standing in the moonlight and surveying the view from the window. Dan Feng looked beautiful and regal, as he always did, but it never failed to make Yingxing’s breath catch in his throat.
“Yingxing,” Dan Feng called out. Despite Dan Feng’s back being towards Yingxing, had he sensed the heat of his gaze? “Help me undress.”
There was no argument to be had. Dan Feng was already pulling his black hair up out of the way in a makeshift ponytail for Yingxing to have access to the clasps that held the intricate Yinyue outfit together. Dan Feng’s important position to the Vidyadhara was made all the more obvious by the extraneous design choices that would usually weigh down a warrior in battle.
Yingxing stepped forward without a hint of hesitation, able to smell the crisp scent of sea salt and lotus flowers at this proximity. Opening the golden clasp that held the white sash around Dan Feng’s small waist, Yingxing removed it and placed it to the side. Then the outer blue and white jacket came off, the long flowing sleeves folded away. Then the navy-blue gloves, placed on the wooden bedstand.
After all the outer garments were removed, Yingxing almost wrapped his arms around Dan Feng’s body, pressing up against his back to peer over his shoulder. He reached for the placket of Dan Feng’s black hanfu, stopping when he realised how close they were. If Yingxing were to act on his base instincts, he would place a hand to Dan Feng’s chin and bring their mouths together.
If he were a lesser man, perhaps he would have made a move.
“That’s enough. I can do the rest,” Dan Feng said, interrupting Yingxing’s rambunctious train of thoughts. Releasing the hold on his hair, he let it cascade down his back, as he stepped out of Yingxing’s almost-embrace. Uncaring for the voyeur watching him, Dan Feng continued stripping himself, taking off his boots.
Yingxing withdrew to his side of the room, reclining on his bed. His face was red. From the alcohol, he convinced himself. Unabashed, Yingxing watched as Dan Feng undressed, now left without a shirt and exposing the wrap of bandages around his chest. Yingxing couldn’t help but worry about when Dan Feng might have been injured, even as distracting as it was with the fruitful abundance of naked skin on display from the shoulders down to his waist.
Despite being ravenous and wanting more, Yingxing had to tear his eyes away when he saw Dan Feng hook fingers under the waistband of his trousers. Yingxing rolled his body flat onto the bed, staring at the plain white ceiling, ears intently picking up the sound of fabric rustling and the light footsteps towards the bathroom. He closed his eyes, trying to feign sleep.
There was nothing inherently wrong in looking at Dan Feng’s mostly nude body when it was right in front of him, but Yingxing knew if he did, there would be no turning back – Dan Feng was a friend but one whose attractive forces could not be denied. There would be no reprieve from the lustful thoughts and dreams that would plague Yingxing’s mind. There would be no forgiveness if he acted upon such licentious desires.
“Goodnight, Yingxing,” came Dan Feng’s euphonious voice.
“Goodnight, Dan Feng,” replied Yingxing, hiding the discordance within his thoughts. He considered himself lucky to know Dan Feng as Dan Feng, and not the cold and emotionless Yinyue-jun as the Vidyadhara knew him. He was a blessed man to be able to sleep in the same quarters as the High Elder, and he would not do anything to abuse that privilege.
The sound of the pipes running indicated the shower turning on. Several moments later, the noise dissipated, and Yingxing could hear Dan Feng return to his bed, slipping underneath his sheets.
Yingxing tried to sleep. The pitter-patter of his heartbeat livened the quietude in the dead of the night. An agonising amount of time passed in sleeplessness. What felt like several hours was only one.
Eventually, when his heart had calmed and he thought he might be able to drift off to sleep, he heard Dan Feng calling out his name. Initially, he thought he was dreaming. There was no reason for Dan Feng to be saying his name in such a breathy manner.
Confused, Yingxing looked over. Dan Feng was asleep, sheets up to his armpits. His eyebrows were furrowed.
Yingxing stood up, making his way over to where Dan Feng’s bed. Was it another one of Dan Feng’s nightmares?
Dan Feng’s eyes remained shut. A state of distress disturbed his serene face, as though his dream was causing him great discomfort or great pleasure. Blissfully unaware of the man hovering over him, Dan Feng mumbled in his sleep, moaning, “Yingxing.”
Oh.
Had he misheard? Heart thudding, Yingxing realised that Dan Feng was dreaming of something different to what he had presumed. Swallowing, wetting his lips, Yingxing battled his inner demons, knowing that Dan Feng was asleep and trusted him to not dally down this depraved avenue.
Yingxing’s curiosity won in the end. Grabbing the bed covers, Yingxing carefully peeled them back, shuffling them out from under Dan Feng’s hold so as to not awake him by accident, and shucked them to the side. There was a fresh bandage around Dan Feng’s chest. Lower, Dan Feng’s underwear consisted of thin strips of white. Dan Feng’s lean waist perfect for Yingxing’s hands to hold, Dan Feng’s long pale legs spread open and ready for Yingxing to mark, his…
Yingxing paused.
Were his eyes deceiving him?
Dan Feng’s crotch was flat, devoid of the slight bulge Yingxing had been expecting. Not only that but his underwear had a wet patch where his sex was.
Yingxing’s heart trembled, excitement coursing through his veins as blood rushed to his cock. To know Dan Feng was dreaming of him was one thing, but it was another to realise just how wet Dan Feng was. Dan Feng’s panties were soaked.
Itching to hook a finger under Dan Feng’s underwear, to strip it off and greedily take in the sight of Dan Feng’s cunt, Yingxing ached to follow through on his fervid desires. If it made him a lesser man for acting on such animalistic instincts, then so be it. He had restrained himself thus far, but knowing what was right there waiting for him was impossible to deny.
He would not be satisfied with pressing a finger or rutting his hard cock to the wet patch, to Dan Feng’s clothed sex. While he could still enjoy rubbing Dan Feng through his undergarment and watching Dan Feng’s face contort in further wanton lust despite being asleep, he needed more than that.
Making up his mind, before he could talk himself out of it, Yingxing grabbed a hold of the thin fabric of Dan Feng’s underwear and rolled it down until they were at his knees.
Dan Feng was hairless down there, exposing the slit of his glistening pussy. His pretty pink labia, his drenched folds, his twitching fat cunt.
Yingxing couldn’t look away, wanting to bury his face in Dan Feng’s core. If he took a sniff, he wondered what Dan Feng would smell like – like sea salt and lotus flowers still, or something more primal? Molten heat pooling in his abdomen, he thought of spitting on Dan Feng’s cunt and apologising by cleaning it up with his tongue.
Yingxing’s cock was rock hard now.
Presented with this ripe opportunity to worship Dan Feng in a way that no one else could, Yingxing had not realised just how severely he wanted Dan Feng that he would be excited by a situation like this.
“What are you doing?” Dan Feng’s stern voice rattled Yingxing from his horny reverie.
Dan Feng sat up, awake now. He made no movement to clothe himself, neither grabbing the bed covers nor pulling up his underwear. Instead, he glared straight at Yingxing, his glowing jade eyes filled with anticipation.
“I-I apologise,” Yingxing answered, aware of how poorly it reflected on his character to be caught like this. There was no excuse, but if Dan Feng was embarrassed or disgusted, he did not behave in such a way to suggest as much. Yingxing knew Dan Feng well enough to understand that he was given a chance that no one else would be privy to. That was enough to give Yingxing the candour to continue speaking. “You called out my name in your sleep. When I came to check on you and removed the covers, I didn’t realise… Forgive me. It was too enticing of a sight to not be curious.”
Dan Feng huffed in amusement, kicking off his underwear onto the floor and now fully nude. He patted the space beside him. “You have a way with your words that pleases me.”
When Yingxing sat facing him, Dan Feng took Yingxing’s hand and maneuvered it down to his crotch. Yingxing almost jumped at the contact, his hand cupping Dan Feng’s delicate sex, the exact area that he had been eyeing. Dan Feng’s heat and slick on Yingxing’s palm was erotic and inviting, and Yingxing had to force himself to stay still so as to not worsen the situation for himself. Yingxing was afraid to scare Dan Feng away, even if his turbulent thoughts chanted at him to spank Dan Feng’s pussy and take what should be his.
Dan Feng spread his legs wider, as though he knew how tempting he was to Yingxing. “Is this what concerns you? I am a man, before you confuse yourself. This – what you’re touching – is a secret that I live with. I didn’t expect for you to discover it in this sort of manner, but now that it has occurred, it somehow doesn’t surprise me that it unfolded in such a way.”
Yingxing gulped, wondering if he would be sent away now. A pity if so – touching Dan Feng in such an intimate manner was a glimpse of paradise that no man would turn from.
“I want you to touch me,” Dan Feng said, his voice unwavering.
Freed from the confines of propriety and sensibility, Yingxing couldn’t help himself, rubbing his calloused palm against Dan Feng’s pussy, jerking his thumb against the hooded clit and stroking the slit. He touched Dan Feng, frenzied and desperate like a madman. Dan Feng was so wet that simply rubbing at his cunt had Yingxing’s middle finger slipping into the greedy, tight hole.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” Yingxing asked, sliding his finger in and out of Dan Feng’s cunt, rubbing at the sensitive clit in tandem. Dan Feng’s pussy twitched and leaked more clear fluid that eased Yingxing’s rubbing, making obscene squelching noises at every light thrust of Yingxing’s finger. He hadn’t inserted another finger yet. With how tight Dan Feng felt despite being so wet, he was positive Dan Feng was a virgin, especially given that Dan Feng did not want others knowing of his secret.
Dan Feng confirmed his suspicions. “No, you’re the first.”
“Oh.” Arousal spiking, Yingxing watched Dan Feng, revelling in every reaction to his ministrations, subtle as they were. Dan Feng’s mouth open in pleasure, low moans like thick honey. Dan Feng’s thighs quaking when Yingxing thrusted a finger in. Dan Feng’s breath hitching whenever Yingxing circled at his clit.
Yingxing’s cock strained against the fabric of his clothes. He wanted to take Dan Feng, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not like this. Not when he hadn’t properly courted Dan Feng yet. He didn’t care for what others thought, but he worried that Dan Feng would think he only wanted him for sex. That would not do, not when Dan Feng was trying so hard to keep his legs open like an obedient darling for Yingxing to finger fuck him. Not when Dan Feng was a virgin who should be exalted and not defiled.
Leaning over Dan Feng and memorising his lust-filled expressions, Yingxing slid another finger into Dan Feng’s drenched cunt, stretching him open. Even with the amount of slick pouring out, slamming two fingers in was a tight fit, and Dan Feng’s face was contorted in both pain and pleasure.
“Let me know if it’s hurting too much,” Yingxing said, driving his fingers in and out, crooking them in a way against the textured, hot insides that had Dan Feng rolling his hips, desperate to feel more. Twisting and turning the two fingers, he buried them knuckle-deep, trying to find the most pleasurable spots for Dan Feng. The lewd sound of his hand slapping against Dan Feng’s wet pussy from the brunt of his force echoed in his ears.
“It doesn’t hurt that much. Don’t worry. The callouses on your hand make it feel really good,” Dan Feng replied, back arching, eyelids fluttering closed, as Yingxing grounded his palm against Dan Feng’s clit while thrusting two fingers into him. Dan Feng humped Yingxing’s hand. His voice growing light, Dan Feng whimpered, “I-I’m close—!”
Yingxing could feel Dan Feng’s insides pulsing and clenching around his fingers. Mesmerised, Yingxing sped up his pace.
Dan Feng’s whole body shook as he came, squirting across Yingxing’s hand and making a mess on the sheets. Caught in his orgasm high, he moaned the name that had started this whole debacle. Dan Feng’s twitching cunt squeezed erratically at Yingxing’s fingers in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Yingxing wanted to know how it would feel to have Dan Feng’s virgin pussy clenching around his cock – far more to handle than two fingers. He wanted to stretch Dan Feng’s hole to the point it would remain gaping open when he pulled out, to stuff it full of seed. He wanted Dan Feng to feel him for days afterwards, to know that there would be no one else who could fuck him or love him as well as he could.
Dan Feng finished riding the waves of his climax. Once Dan Feng’s pussy was no longer trembling, Yingxing pulled his fingers out, the drag making Dan Feng’s oversensitive cunt throb against the pad of his fingertips.
Breathing heavily, Dan Feng flopped his head back onto his pillow, but his eyes were staunchly fixed on Yingxing.
Flicking his tongue out, Yingxing brought the two fingers to his mouth, licking at the slick sticking to his fingers and tasting Dan Feng. Dan Feng flushed a rosy red, and Yingxing smirked. “You taste delicious, by the way,” Yingxing said, because it was true. Dan Feng tasted sweet, better than the rice wine they had been drinking.
If he could, he would savour the flavour forever.
Dan Feng sighed, a cute noise that betrayed his air of superiority. He grabbed Yingxing by the arm, dragging him down until they were close enough to kiss. “I wonder if you are as talented with your mouth as you are with your hands.”
Yingxing braced his arms on either side of Dan Feng, leaning in. Their lips met halfway.
Dan Feng’s fervent vigour collided with Yingxing’s languid kisses. Yingxing licked into Dan Feng’s open and inviting mouth, and Dan Feng sucked on Yingxing’s tongue. The warm heat of Dan Feng’s mouth, the plush softness of his lips – Yingxing felt like he had ascended to the heavens.
When Dan Feng pulled away to gasp for air, his lips were red from Yingxing’s ministrations and wet with saliva, the sight both endearing and sensual. Yingxing commented, “For a virgin, you seem to know exactly what you want.”
Dan Feng carded his hand through Yingxing’s hair, his eyes softer than the moonlight painting his skin aglow. “I’ve had plenty of time to think about it, ever since an exceedingly arrogant craftsman entered my life.”
Then in a show of strength, Dan Feng flipped their positions, shoving Yingxing onto the bed and straddling him. Yingxing’s back met the sheets, and he looked up at Dan Feng, wondering what was going on through his mind. Dan Feng’s long, dark hair framed his pensive face, illuminating his ethereal beauty once more.
“I want to ride your face,” Dan Feng said, jerking Yingxing out of his smitten trance. “You’ll let me, won’t you?”
“Putting my mouth to work, huh?” Yingxing replied, grinning. He moved the pillow out from under his head and threw it to the side. With a come-hither motion of his fingers, he encouraged Dan Feng to move forward. He teased, “Never thought Yinyue-jun would be so insatiable and shameless.”
Face red, Dan Feng didn’t need to tell Yingxing to be quiet. He clambered to where his knees rested on each side of Yingxing’s head and then with shaking thighs, hands on the bed holding himself steady, he lowered himself.
Licking his lips, Yingxing couldn’t believe his luck. Not only had he been able to finger Dan Feng, but here he was being invited to eat him out. Here he was, looking up to see Dan Feng’s delightful cunt nearing his face. The inexorable joys of being sat on by Dan Feng and his wet pussy, a feat that no one else would be permitted to experience. Being able to grab a hold of Dan Feng’s thighs was an added bonus.
Dan Feng moaned the moment he sat down, grinding his warm cunt along Yingxing’s mouth.
Face full of the musky scent of Dan Feng’s pussy, the sweet taste of slick on his tongue, Yingxing flattened his tongue along Dan Feng’s folds, licking and delving into the delicious heat. He dipped his tongue into Dan Feng’s hole, swiping upwards to his swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around Dan Feng’s sensitive nub, he sucked and flicked at it, coaxing Dan Feng to rock even harder against him. Dan Feng was moaning loudly now, the lewd noises urging Yingxing to devour more.
Repetitive and greedy in his actions, Yingxing kept up his pace, rolling his tongue against Dan Feng’s dripping core. He had never tasted a nectar as divine as Dan Feng’s slick, and he feasted on Dan Feng’s cunt with reckless ardour. With how wet Dan Feng was, Yingxing’s face was a mess with the pussy juice across his mouth, leaking down his chin too.
Yingxing never slowed, and neither did Dan Feng, chasing his orgasm. Yingxing tongued and laved at Dan Feng’s delectable cunt to the point that it felt like Dan Feng was melting into him.
Dan Feng rubbed his sex across Yingxing’s mouth, humping the tongue licking at him continuously until the circular motion of his hips grew erratic as he neared his climax. His voice grew in volume and pitch as he cried Yingxing’s name. Clear liquid squirted out from Dan Feng again, the fluid dripping down Yingxing’s chin.
Swallowing the extra slick pouring into his mouth, Yingxing continued to lick at Dan Feng’s trembling cunt, working him through his orgasm.
Dan Feng sighed airily, manoeuvring his knee so that he was no longer straddling Yingxing’s face. He flopped beside Yingxing, clamping his legs together to hide his sex. He was still breathing heavily, the face-sitting experience causing more exertion than a battle would.
“It’s cute how your virgin pussy kept squeezing around my tongue, clearly desperate for something bigger,” Yingxing said with a teasing lilt. He rubbed a hand across the slick on his face, wiping it away. Turning to examine Dan Feng, Yingxing was amused to note the shyness overtaking Dan Feng’s features at hearing his comment, a flush colouring his face.
Usually, Dan Feng retained a lofty air about him, regardless of what he was doing, regardless of who he was with. Yingxing had never thought Dan Feng would blush or cry out his name, and multiple times throughout the night at that, because of him.
But it seemed Yingxing had broken the chains that imprisoned the sinful, desperate part of Dan Feng.
“How was it?” Yingxing asked, cupping Dan Feng’s face gently and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. Achingly hard, Yingxing had enjoyed the gift of eating out Dan Feng and fingering him, but given that Dan Feng was no longer offering up his delicious cunt as he had been earlier, Yingxing doubted there would be more to follow. He didn’t mind. He knew Dan Feng wanted him – it was only a matter of when.
“Good,” Dan Feng answered, rubbing his thighs together. Yingxing’s gaze flickered to the movement. Dan Feng continued, “You are, indeed, gifted with both your hands and your mouth.”
“I know,” Yingxing replied, a smug grin appearing on his face. “Guess I’ve given you plenty to dream about.”
“You have…” Dan Feng glanced downwards to the bulge in Yingxing’s sleepwear. “You’re still hard. Do you… Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” came out of Yingxing’s mouth before he could stop himself. This wasn’t part of the plan. Dan Feng was meant to save himself for after they had declared their eternal love for each other, and Yingxing was meant to be a respectable man who would not debase him until then. “But it’s fine. Please don’t feel like you owe me anything. You should rest. I can get myself off.”
“Can I see… how big you are…?” Dan Feng’s eyes were dilated and dark with need. He shuffled closer.
Yingxing pushed his sleepwear pants and undergarment down, grasping a hand around his erection and pulling it out. His stiff cock curved upwards, pre-come already dribbling from the tip. The huge size, the considerable length, and generous girth made Dan Feng’s eyes widen.
Yingxing chuckled, stroking himself idly. The bulging veins that ran along the length made it appear more intimidating. “I’d probably tear your virgin hole if I tried to fuck you.”
“That doesn’t scare me.” Dan Feng swallowed, biting his lip. He had seen Yingxing’s large cock and lost all reason, wanting it stuffed inside him like a delirious whore.
As if to demonstrate, Dan Feng moved his legs open, displaying the slick folds of his cunt. With a dexterous hand, he spread his slippery labia, using his fingers to keep his pussy lips open and expose his eager hole.
“Just the tip?” Dan Feng suggested, batting his eyelashes like a concubine capable of tempting even the most devout to sin. “I want to know what you feel like.”
And how could Yingxing deny him? Yingxing thought he might come from just hearing those words alone, his cock heavy in his hands and twitching in excitement.
Positioning himself in front of Dan Feng, Yingxing hovered over his body. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, he pressed the crown of his dick against Dan Feng’s cunt, the briefest touch electrifying him. He noticed the thrilled shiver that ran through Dan Feng’s body and he stopped, rubbing the tip along the entrance to tease him. Dan Feng’s slick gathered on the crown, painting it a shiny surface. The stark contrast of how wide his cock was in comparison to Dan Feng’s virgin hole maddened him with lucid desire. “Are you sure, Dan Feng? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s just the tip – it won’t hurt. I can take you,” Dan Feng replied, free of doubt, full of bravado.
Yingxing was sure Dan Feng could handle it even if it hurt or made him bleed, but it would take some time to adjust his size. Going slow, Yingxing eased the head of his cock slowly against Dan Feng’s cunt, the tightness he was pressing against made obvious immediately by how little give there was. It felt like he was pressing and pressing against muscle, and even though Dan Feng’s pussy slick helped the drag of the insertion, he could tell Dan Feng was struggling.
Dan Feng’s breath caught in his throat. Bringing his fist to cover his mouth, Dan Feng glanced down to where he was trying to keep his legs spread open despite the pain and then back up to Yingxing’s laboured face.
“This is just the tip?” Dan Feng choked out, a crimson blush high on his cheekbones.
“You’re clenching too tight. Try to relax,” Yingxing replied, moving his hands up to Dan Feng’s hips to rub soothing circles. The tip of his cock had barely entered Dan Feng’s opening, and Dan Feng was already so sensitive, his walls contracting against the hardness inside him.
In the wet heat of Dan Feng’s tight cunt, Yingxing couldn’t help the buckle of his hips, chasing the slippery warmth presented so enthusiastically to him. His hands grasping Dan Feng’s hips was a mistake in hindsight, because the next thing he knew, his mind blanked and he pulled Dan Feng towards him at the same time as he thrusted forward.
Dan Feng gasped, a rapturous melody, now sitting in Yingxing’s lap. In his surprise, he hit his hands against Yingxing’s arms, fingernails digging into skin. “Yingxing—!”
“Dan Feng, fuck—! ‘m sorry.” Biting out an apology for being unable to control himself, Yingxing was already moving, sheathing himself deep into Dan Feng until he filled him to the brim. Giving Dan Feng time to adjust, Yingxing gazed down at the erotic sight of his cock fully buried inside Dan Feng. He had never been this aroused before, and he had never wanted Dan Feng as much as he had wanted anyone else. He would surely perish if he could not have Dan Feng in his entirety.
Robbed of its virginity, Dan Feng’s pussy was stretched obscenely wide, split open. Dan Feng’s lithe stomach was protruding slightly from him being seated on the sheer size of Yingxing’s enormous cock.
“Can I move?” Yingxing asked, tentative, throwing Dan Feng a lifeline. A lesser man would have plundered and pillaged without a further thought. If Dan Feng were to deny him, he was afraid he would rather Dan Feng strike him down instantly than bear with the sombre rejection.
“Y-yes,” Dan Feng replied as he was laid on his back. His legs were spread further apart by Yingxing’s devious hands – all the better for Yingxing to spear into him. “You make me feel so full…”
“You were made for my cock, Dan Feng. Don’t forget that,” Yingxing said, roaring to life. Withdrawing until he almost pulled out, he snapped his hips forward, thrusting into Dan Feng’s velvety soft insides, again and again, eking out moan after moan from Dan Feng. The bumpy ridges of the hot walls pulsating around Yingxing’s shaft drove him into a flurry of precise strikes, hitting so deep into Dan Feng that he could feel the cervix. The cervix opening was right there, and Yingxing aimed for the spot, hoping it would increase his chances of filling Dan Feng’s womb with seed. “You won’t be able to come on anyone else’s cock after I’m done with you. You won’t be able to get off from even your own fingers. Don’t forget, Dan Feng. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” came Dan Feng’s immediate response, breathy and winded. His mouth was constantly open with the moans he couldn’t keep down. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes, as Dan Feng was rammed into with a relentless pace, an unescapable feeling of desire overwhelming him. He clawed at Yingxing’s shoulders, whining, “Y-You’re too deep—!”
“You can take it,” Yingxing replied, his ego skyrocketing at hearing Dan Feng’s statements. Skin slapped against skin, as he slammed into Dan Feng’s pussy, hearing the irresistible squelch from Dan Feng’s wet and messy cunt meeting the tenacious force of Yingxing’s considerable length.
Cramming his cock into Dan Feng’s tight heat, Yingxing kept up his unfaltering speed. Balls deep, he ploughed into Dan Feng, kissing the cervix with the tip of his cock and bottoming out with every thrust. The sensation made Dan Feng clench even tighter around him, and—
Dan Feng came, eyes rolling back, blacking out for a heartbeat. He sobbed Yingxing’s name, drool running down his chin. Dan Feng’s soft insides pulsed around Yingxing’s thick cock, the tight walls grasping his erection in a vice grip as though trying to wring him of his come.
Fucking Dan Feng through his climax, Yingxing’s movements becoming erratic as he neared his own orgasm. Yingxing’s hips stuttered, slowing in his thrusts. Sheathing himself fully one last time and pressing directly against the cervix opening, he emptied his heavy balls of come into Dan Feng. Yingxing mouthed against Dan Feng’s neck, groaning. “Think that’s enough to impregnate you?”
Bursts of hot seed filled Dan Feng, making the slight bulge at his tummy bloat further. The sight imbued Yingxing’s perverse imagination with the erotic image of Dan Feng’s round stomach carrying eggs of their children. Yingxing rubbed at the tummy bulge, enticing another orgasm from Dan Feng.
The pressure had nonsensical moans babbling from Dan Feng’s open mouth, as he squirted again, clenching even tighter around Yingxing.
Dan Feng didn’t want to let go, and neither did Yingxing.
Despite his softening cock, Yingxing hugged Dan Feng close and pressed their mouths together, kissing him. “So beautiful, my Dan Feng.”
Tear tracks staining his cheeks, Dan Feng was too blissed out to do more than accept the gentle ministrations. He was a come-filled mess of haywire nerves clinging to the warm body next to him.
Yingxing tried not to be too smug, pulling out. Dan Feng whined in desperation at the feeling of Yingxing’s cock withdrawing and dragging against his oversensitive walls.
Yingxing’s cockhead came out with a muted squelch, accommodated by the stretch of Dan Feng’s pussy. Come sloshed out, creamy white spend trailing from Dan Feng’s fucked-open hole.
Snaking his arms Yingxing, Dan Feng wrapped him in a tight embrace. The adorable gesture reminded Yingxing of a possessive dragon reluctant to part with his belongings.
Cradling him, Yingxing scooped at the white come seeping out of Dan Feng’s stretched hole where it was beginning to drip down his thighs. Burned with a senseless need to try and plug his come back in, Yingxing inserted his fingers into Dan Feng’s sullied cunt, revelling in how Dan Feng’s pussy twitched at the slightest brush of his coarse fingertips. Yingxing whispered, “I hope you get pregnant and carry my children.”
“Vidyadhara cannot reproduce,” Dan Feng replied, his matter-of-fact tone transforming into a whimper as Yingxing plunged his fingers deeper into Dan Feng’s sex. Dan Feng would be sore after this.
“I do not care. I won’t stop trying,” Yingxing stated, gazing into Dan Feng’s eyes with a fiery passion, burning hot like a blacksmith’s coals. “I won’t stop trying, even in my next life.”
“I know.” Dan Feng smiled, a serene softness that juxtaposed Yingxing’s molten desires. “You would chase me for all eternity if you could.”
*
Whenever they fucked, whether it be a breathtakingly short foray in a hidden corner of the craftsman’s workspace or an impressive marathon of sexual acts squeezed into the limited free time Dan Feng had, Yingxing had not brought up the topic of Vidyadhara reproduction again.
Long ago, before Yingxing had arrived on the Xianzhou Luofu, disembarking from a merchant vessel, and became one-fifth of the High-Cloud Quintet, he had watched his own world perish and fled. Impressed by the marvel of creations possible at the Xianzhou, Yingxing buried himself in work, obsessed and inspired to craft hundreds of weapons and the like. In the midst of doing so, he had been able to befriend the ones who wielded his best creations. The time spent helping each other in battle and clinking cups of alcohol together were memories he cherished, for they would be all he would carry as he neared the precipice of his own mortality.
Perhaps it was because of his unsanctioned visit to the Scalegorge Waterscape that it was impressed upon him that he was different to Dan Feng, a Vidyadhara who could live for more than half a millennia before undergoing a moulting rebirth. Two hours was a brief reprieve for the short-life species and a blink of an eye for near immortals.
Yingxing understood that he and Dan Feng were not equals, but if he had allowed that reminder to permeate his interactions with him, then he would never have been able to savour Dan Feng’s embrace or realise the love that gave his short life meaning.
Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, they sat in an amiable and tranquil quiet, sipping slowly at the alcoholic liquor in their cups. They were nearing a point in time where it felt like change was inbound, with wars waning and the Luofu starting to patrol trade routes. Even if the High-Cloud Quintet were to part ways, Yingxing hoped he and Dan Feng would still remain close.
Dan Feng gazed at the moon, and Yingxing could not tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight of his beloved.
It was Dan Feng who turned to him and broached the topic again.
“I know I cannot give you offspring, but…” Dan Feng reached to his side and retrieved a pair of objects. “I wanted to give this to you.”
Bracers. Yingxing’s expert eye examined the impressive design. Made of leather – the texture and granularity was not one that he recognised – and flowing coral gold, the bracers were of Vidyadhara-make.
“It’s marvellous,” Yingxing commented in awe, taking one of the bracers. “You should wear the other.”
“Oh.” A blush on Dan Feng’s cheeks. It was easy to rile him up these days, even unintentionally. “I never thought about wearing matching bracers, but now that you have suggested it, yes, this would be the perfect pair. They have a telepathic connection, so you can never lose the other pair.”
“So, I’ll always feel you around?” Yingxing asked, with a toothy grin. He slid the bracer onto his arm. The skin around his eyes crinkled in happiness.
“That, and because I have heard stories from the other Vidyadhara. Even after undergoing rebirth, sometimes it’s possible to remember a past lover if they keep an item on them. Although, now that I’ve said that, I’m not sure how I’d be able to hide a bracer on my naked body.” Dan Feng scratched at his head. “Well, no matter. I’ll figure it out somehow.”
“You said you can’t give me offspring but don’t you want to try and disprove that?” Yingxing leaned in, stare heated. He pressed a soft kiss to Dan Feng’s lips.
“Just say you enjoy coming inside me,” Dan Feng replied, chuckling against Yingxing’s mouth. He leaned his head against Yingxing’s shoulder and sighed. “What if in my next life I’m born with male genitals? I’ll be happy, but will you?”
“I’ll be happy that you’re happy. We can still have children regardless,” Yingxing said with absolute certainty, rambling now. “Won’t stop me from finding you in our next lives. I’ll find you, and we’ll start a family together. Jing Yuan can be the obnoxious uncle who talks too much. Baiheng, the cute aunt who dotes on the little ones. Jingliu, the scary aunt but don’t tell her that. And regardless of gender, our first one should be called…”
Yingxing looked into Dan Feng’s jade eyes and the name dawned on him in the spur of the moment.
“Ling.”
“Ling?”
Yingxing nodded, enthused. “Unless you have a better suggestion?”
“I was thinking we could name them after Jing Yuan—” Dan Feng erupted into laughter after seeing Yingxing’s smile disappear and his handsome face contort into a grimace. “I’m joking! You should’ve seen your face though. Ling sounds nice, although I fear that if you’re not there, someone might think I’m being rather narcissistic.”
“Not if they have your jade eyes, and like I said, I won’t stop trying to breed you. Of course, I’ll be there.” Yingxing believed it with his whole heart. “I’ll be with you always.”
Dan Feng went deathly quiet.
Yingxing could count the heartbeats in the silence. He wondered what he had said wrong. If he had said something wrong. Or if Dan Feng was contemplating something else.
Yingxing had promised an eternity, despite knowing how ephemeral his time with Dan Feng was. He had promised the impossible, despite knowing the unfortunate reality that time pursued them relentlessly.
Despite all the battles Yingxing had fought, he could not fight the wrinkles or white hairs that eroded his appearance.
There was no guarantee that Dan Feng would remember him in another life. There was no guarantee there was another life for Yingxing after this one – he did not undergo moulting rebirth like the Vidyadhara. They were not the same, no matter how much Yingxing tried to believe they were equals.
Before Yingxing could ask, Dan Feng was looping his arms around him and touching their foreheads together. “I know a way. If you want to stay with me always.”
Yingxing was tempted to ask how but a part of him already had an inkling of the answer. It was a dangerous road to tread, one that would require Dan Feng to betray the Vidyadhara and commit a grave sin.
Yingxing could not ask him, the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, to do such a thing.
Yingxing could not want him, Dan Feng, to follow through with a reckless act that would undoubtedly destroy the both of them.
“I feel like a child would be easier than that,” Yingxing said in a teasing manner, trying to dissuade Dan Feng’s perilous line of thought. “Less consequences too.”
“Yingxing…” Dan Feng closed his eyes. His lips trembled. “I love you.”
“I know.” Yingxing cradled Dan Feng’s face in his calloused hands. “I love you too.”
I’m scared to lose you remained unspoken in the spaces between their heartbeats.
Instead, Yingxing settled for, “Now that we have the pair of bracers, and you have my Cloud-piercer, you won’t forget me, right?”
“Even if I wanted to forget you, I wouldn’t be able to. Even if I’m forced into rebirth, I’d still dream of you,” Dan Feng said, pulling Yingxing in for a warm kiss to his mouth. The emotions and feelings that welled up within Dan Feng escaped in the form of tears rolling down his cheeks. “I will never forget you, Yingxing. I simply cannot, because I don’t know who I’d be without you.”
And Yingxing believed him.
*
“You!” Blade pointed the sharp tip of his sword at Dan Heng, aiming it at the bare expanse of his tender neck. The mara within him rattled at the sight of the man before him. “Of five people, three must pay the price. And you are one of them, Dan Feng.”
Even with short hair, no dragon horns, and the change in attire, there was no denying who Dan Heng was. Dan Heng could not escape his past, no matter which ships he absconded onto, no matter how he changed his appearance, no matter how hard he tried.
Blade was proof of that, having chased him from ship to ship and annihilating all those on board. His feral red eyes refused to accept anyone but Dan Heng in his field of view.
Whether it was luck or something else entirely, Dan Heng continued to avoid death by Blade’s sword.
Blade, himself, was not as lucky, but that was not of any consequence. Sinew torn asunder, gore dying his clothes bloody by the weapon he had crafted – none of it mattered when his wounds healed with ease and he remained trapped in the endless labyrinth of immortality, rarely remembering the terrible moments when he was mara-struck. It was enough to drive any man insane.
“I am not Dan Feng. I am not the person you think I am,” Dan Heng retorted, jumping back and flourishing Cloud-piercer in his deft hands, blocking the attack. He was now alone and fighting for his life on the IPC ship, courtesy of Blade’s handiwork. “I don’t even know who you are.”
Blade froze. His heart twisted and ached, different to the sensation of being stabbed through the chest. No, this was something far more painful than a physical, lethal wound. A part of him, somewhere deep in the recesses inside of him that he had thought hidden away, anguished and lamented at hearing those words.
Possessed by a beastly greed, Blade stalked forward, uncaring for the weapon in Dan Heng’s hold. Dan Heng continued walking backwards until he could not anymore, back against the wall. Dan Heng shoved his hands against Blade’s sturdy chest, but Blade did not cave.
Their faces were close, the intense fear and curiosity evident in Dan Heng’s emerald eyes so different and so familiar to Dan Feng’s. A burning flicker of hunger and yearning – so quickly it disappeared that Blade wondered if Dan Heng had realised his own traitorous feelings.
Yet to be stabbed, Blade pressed their mouths together.
Dan Heng jerked backwards as though he had been attacked, bumping his head against the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Heat thrummed through the bracer on Blade’s arm, and Blade glanced at the matching bracer on Dan Heng’s arm. Did Dan Heng realise he wore a compass pointing to his whereabouts at all times? Did Dan Heng realise there was no escaping the voracious nightmare that was Blade?
“What do you think?” Blade snapped back, glancing at Dan Heng’s lips. He wanted to exact revenge on Dan Heng; he wanted to make Dan Heng his. He desired to kill Dan Heng; he desired to hold Dan Heng close. The undying conflict warred against the fleeting fragments of his sanity. “There’s nowhere for you to run.”
“Leave me alone! I am not him!” Dan Heng readied his spear, gritting his teeth. He affixed Blade with a harsh stare, devoid of recognition or warmth. Without hesitation, Cloud-piercer shot forward, plunging into Blade’s torso.
A guffaw of crazed laughter. Blade was already numb to the pain, to the metallic taste in his mouth. Blade grabbed the shaft of the spear, gazing into the shocked, wide eyes of Dan Heng, and with a clean pull, removed it. He arduously threw it to the side, his limbs beginning to lose responsiveness. He fell to his knees.
Try as Dan Heng might to fight him, but Blade would never stop chasing him. If Dan Heng hadn’t wanted this, then he should never have stained Blade with the mara frenzy of immortality.
Red spots dancing in his vision, staring into the loveless eyes of the man he once called his beloved, Blade snarled, “Until your sin is cleansed, my vengeance will pursue you.”
Dan Feng’s sin was loving a mortal man.
Dan Heng’s sin was forgetting.
*