𐔌 . ⋮ Eme .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

The carpet of his dingy apartment was the last thing he’d expected to feel, the last thing he’d expected to wake up to. His entire body ached, head throbbing as he tried to move. He was... Held in place by... wires? What… Happened? The brunet struggled against the wires that were wrapped around him, brows pinching together as he was finally able untangle himself from the mess. Shàng Qīnghuá glances around the room, chocolate eyes wide as he glances around his... his… room. It wasn’t his room from Proud Immortal Demon Way – could it still be called that? They’d both completely changed the story... So, it couldn’t be Proud Immortal Demon Way anymore. The small man shakes his head as he lays his eyes on his laptop.

Hadn’t he died? Why was he suddenly invited back to the real world after so many years of living somewhere different. He anxiously glanced at his clock, the quiet tick of the hand moving enough to drive him insane as he shuffled to his seat, turning his phone on only to see that... No time had passed? His mouth fell open in surprise, it was almost as if this reality had stopped the moment he left. No... No, that's exactly what did happen. A buzz from the phone in his hand made him jump in surprise, eyes dropping down to the notification. “ Airplane bro, are you – ” That was all he could read before he shut his phone back off, shoving it onto his desk. What. The. Fuck.

Bzzt

Another buzz from his phone made his eyes travel back to it, his hands rubbing against his face with a groan. His mind didn’t know exactly how to process what he had gone through, a second death only to wake up back in his... Original reality? The man stands up, walking to the window to look out, pushing the black out curtains aside to see the sun resting on the horizon. Every vibration from their phone made them want to sink back into their reality, the one that welcomed them far more than this world. His figure slowly sinks to the floor, tears beginning to flood down his face. He couldn’t even process the tears that were rolling down his face until one landed on his hand, his blurry eyes focusing in on the tear. “ Please leave me alone, I am not worth it. ” Shàng Qīnghuá whispers, trying to keep his focus as his phone continues to vibrate. Why is he bothering? His mind was overflowing with thoughts, he couldn’t process a single one.

He had to learn how to live in the modern world again, not that he’d truly forgotten. It would just take time remembering he didn’t have to hide anything anymore, he was just Shang Qinghua, a web novel writer in this world. Nothing more. A spec on the planet that seemed to only have bad things coming for him. Nothing felt real. He brings his hand up to brush away his own tears, imagination deceiving him with an image or Shěn Qīngqiū caressing his face, wiping every last tear away, and kissing his eyes.. Just as he had done many times in the older world. Though this only served as a reminder of how lonely he’d remain until he died in this reality as well.

He had never been a person with many friends, that transferred into the novel but at least he had some people then, now he just has to get accustomed to listening to music to distract himself from his own thoughts. He wasn’t sure how… long he could really handle this lifestyle again.

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Shang Qinghua didn’t respond to the deep voice that called his name, small hands gripping at the see through robes he’d been given. He only wished Luo Binghe would have sent him to sleep so he could return to his normal life. Maybe if he went to sleep on his own he would magically appear in his old room, surrounded by his belongings. A hand gripping his shoulder tore him from the thoughts of his own room, surprising him into this cold reality. A reality where he had no one but the dark protagonist of his own novel. “I didn’t tell you to move, did I?” Luo Binghe’s voice dipped dangerously low, a sudden excruciating pain stirred in his stomach. His breathing grew ragged at the feeling, vision blurring. The pain was almost mind numbing, every time he moved it grew so much more intense.

The small male tried to pull his knees to his chest, yet his limbs made no effort to accommodate. His limbs stuck in the exact place they had been before, a single tear falling down his cheek. “ When?” It was the only thing he could push through his trembling lips, his jaw seeming to be the only thing under his control. This was nowhere near the pain Luo Binghe could be inflicting upon him. Why? Why is Luo Binghe bothering to be slow? A low chuckle sounded from right beside his head, his breath catching in his throat. “I think you know.” Of course he knew, of course the half-demon had advanced while he was ‘sleeping’. It was the only time he could not complain, the only time that he couldn’t fight against those large arms, not that it would do him any good. “Why?”

His head was turned against his will, a sharp nail digging into his chin. “Oh. Don’t you see, Qinghua? You are mine now.” Luo Binghe’s voice was sweet as ever, but the blood mites grew more vicious inside of him, more tears beginning to flood from his eyes. The half-demons clawed thumb rubbed at his tears with a careful touch, swiping them away with care. “You have no one but me here, you know?” Shang Qinghua closed his eyes, resisting the urge to nod so he didn’t have to reply verbally. “I know.” He finally mumbled, the pain in his stomach beginning to lessen, his eyes fluttering open. Refusing to look into those dark eyes.

Maybe at some point during those blurry days he’d rewritten his own character to suit what he wanted so badly, to suit the man in his dreams that had polluted his mind with these pathetic wants. Yet now that he was actually here - where he really wanted to be... he could only force his sobs down and obey this man’s every word. “Now, let's see how well you can behave.”

No more sound was heard, the feeling of panic rising to his throat but he was roughly flipped onto his back before he could act. The half-demon’s weight on his lower half - where it should be. Where he had grown accustomed to feeling it night after night. His eyes were wide, but he didn’t try to break eye contact. “Luo Binghe?” His shaking voice called out, dark eyes trying to scan his expression for... anything. Of course though, his face remained expressionless, the only thing that hinted at emotion was the slight upwards tilt of his lips.

“Ah, so you finally recognize it as me?” He leans forward, tongue dragging across his round cheeks with a low chuckle. “And here I thought you would be in denial for much longer.” One of the half-demon’s hands tugged away the robes from his body, his fingers running across his nipple. Shang Qinghua gasped, breath catching in his throat again. One touch and he.. Could already feel the arousal swirling in his stomach, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. “You’re being so good. I think my pet deserves a treat, no?”

Either way, he didn’t have a say. Even as his supposed god, he was now Luo Binghe’s property, his toy. No amount of kicking, crying, or screaming would make that change. So, he shut his eyes and nodded. “I.. Do.” A click of the larger man’s tongue could be heard, teeth soon to sink down into Shang Qinghua’s soft skin. His back arched off of the bed, his own teeth desperately chewing into his lower lip to silence any noises the half-demon was trying to draw out.

Suddenly the pressure was removed from his neck, un-attaching himself from his pale neck. A warm liquid slowly drips down onto the silk sheets beneath them. “B... Binghe.” He mumbled, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth from the strength of his own bite. Just like that.. With a simple title his lips were occupied by Luo Binghe’s who grabbed at his waist, nails digging into his fragile skin, easily drawing blood.

Warm tongue desperately licking the blood from his lip, invading Shang Qinghua’s mouth once given the chance. Shang Qinghua.. Wasn’t sure how he felt. He could feel himself growing unbearably aroused.. But should he be? There wasn’t much time to focus on that, his mind soon swimming with much more perverted thoughts - the half-demon’s hand slid lower, running between his thighs.

Without much thought Shang Qinghua obediently opened them, Luo Binghe shifted off of him to allow himself to explore his body. Soon their lips parted, a thin strand of bloody saliva connecting the two, one that was swept away by Luo Binghe’s hungry tongue. Shang Qinghua was finding it hard to focus on his sporadic breathing, his head feeling more and more fuzzy with every movement of the larger man’s hands.

He could see the hunger in Luo Binghe’s eyes, he could feel the need in his movements. He knew Luo Binghe didn’t truly want him, of course he knew. He knew every corner of this man’s mind like the back of his hand — yet somehow he still couldn’t guess what Luo Binghe planned to do with him. The hand between his thighs brushed against his crotch, crimson eyes watching for his reaction. Though, he stubbornly bit at his already sore lip. “You need more training, don’t you?” The half-demon mused with a large grin. “No matter, we have plenty of time.” Two fingers easily pried his mouth open, taking the place of his bloodied lip between his lips.

Shang Qinghua’s brows pulled together, back arching off of the bed as he used the pad of his thumb to rub over his clit, a light touch as he moved his thumb up and down in a torturously slow movement. His teeth bit down on his fingers as a quiet moan slipped from his throat, his hands wrapping around the half-demon’s wrist to try to pull them out of his mouth. He.. didn’t want to please the other man any further, not yet at least. He didn’t want to prove how desperate he was for even the slightest touch from Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe’s finger slid to circle around his entrance, each movement drew a gasp from the smaller male’s mouth. He didn’t know if it would give Luo Binghe more satisfaction if he struggled or if he obediently gave in, he didn’t know if he truly wanted to satisfy him or not. The longer he was at Luo Binghe’s mercy he felt more and more inclined to do what he wanted... to give in to every touch.

The teasing fingers were pulled away, a quiet whine being pulled from the smaller male’s throat. The sound of clothes shuffling was the only thing that filled the silence that surrounded them, and it's at this moment that Shang Qinghua realizes: This is going to be his first time. He has had no preparation either. His shaking limbs push him off of the bed so he can sit up, his eyes focused on Luo Binghe. “ You. ” he mumbles, his brows pulling together. “You know I’m not prepared.”

Luo Binghe of course pays him no mind, only focusing on his clothes which are soon tossed onto the floor beside them. A feline-like grin on his face as he watches Shang Qinghua’s attempts to look angry. “Tsk. I thought we made progress, pet. ” His calloused hands roughly gripped Shang Qinghua’s jaw, shoving his head against the mattress. “ Behave. ” Luo Binghe spat, venom seeping into his tone. Luo Binghe wasted no time settling himself between the smaller man’s legs, watching his own nails dig into Shang Qinghua’s round cheeks. “How easily could I make you bleed..” He hummed, his nails seeming to grow longer with every word.

“Stop!” Shang Qinghua yelped in pain as he squirmed beneath the larger male. He could hardly hold back the tears that threatened to spill as the nails dug deeper and deeper into his soft flesh. Without any warning they are dragged down his cheek, his hands desperately grabbing at Luo Binghe’s wrist. “I’m sorry!” He mewled in pain. “I’ll be good!” And... It stopped. The pain quickly reduced to absolutely nothing. The smaller male blinked a few times, attempting to steady his breathing.

“Good boy.” The voice above him purred, his aggression gone... so quickly. He didn’t respond, his hand reaching up to feel his cheek... but there was no sign of the claw marks he’d expected to find. Not even a single drop of blood. What? Had.. Luo Binghe healed him? Had he imagined this? He could hardly feel the tears that dripped down his cheeks.. But Luo Binghe noticed, his tongue catching them before they slid down his face. “Oh, why are you crying?” He cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone. “You were being so good for me.”

Was.. he? Wasn’t he just resisting Luo Binghe’s attempts to harm him? Does that still make him good? A painful jolt shot up his spine as the demon pressed a singular finger into his cunt. With a twist of his hand, the tip of his nail dug right into the sensitive fleshy wall inside of the smaller man. The sensation easily made his mind draw a blank, a loud gasp slipping from his throat. “Fuck!” He wailed, easily earning a low chuckle from the larger man who watched each contortion of his expression.

“Put your claws away!” Is what.. He wanted to say but he could only break out into sobs as the half-demon began to slide his finger in.. and out. His pace quickly grew unforgiving, the pain slowly subsiding to pleasure as his claws shrank with every thrust. Leaning forward, the larger man sunk his teeth into Shang Qinghua’s neck. He tried to call out but his words melded into a string of gibberish. It was intoxicating, every movement, every noise that the other man forced, it was all what he wanted.

And once again his stimulation is gone, he could cry from his desperation. He.. needed Luo Binghe, that is all his mind wanted to focus on. Before he had too much time to lament the loss the finger was replaced by the tip of an unnaturally large cock, his breathing stopping for a moment. Oh, god . He forgot just about the size of Luo Binghe’s dick, could he even FIT that in him? The blood mites traveled down his body, seeming to relax his body against the large tip, his brows knitting together as he threw an arm over his face. Hoping to hide any sense of panic that was stirring inside of him.

Just like that, Luo Binghe easily fit in. Shang Qinghua’s mind swimming with pleasure from the mixture of blood mites and the unfamiliar object. After fully seating himself Luo Binghe allowed the smaller man a moment to rest, staring down at the freckled arm that covered his expression. A disapproving click of his tongue easily made Shang Qinghua realize his mistake, his hand falling back beside his body. “Sorry.” He mumbled, closing his eyes tightly so he didn’t yet have to face the larger man.

He wasn't ready. Not yet, at least.

Before he could whine for Luo Binghe to hurry up, he pulled out, abruptly thrusting back in. He didn’t bother to give Shang Qinghua a moment to breathe, it was forceful enough to make him dizzy. His brows furrowed as he tried to imagine how obscene it must look — he had hardly tested anything even half as large as Luo Binghe. There has to be blood, even with the assistance of the blood mites there is no way he can fit that monster in him without any injury.

A hand tugged at his loose hair, the same hand that had haunted his dreams for so long. Maybe... it was bad then, though now he only shamefully found it pleasurable. Tugging at him at will, slicing into his skin with ease... it... didn’t frighten him to have this control taken from him as much as it should have. Shang Qinghua’s mind was spinning with ideas, ones that made him more frightened for his own well being. He shook his head, no. No. He didn’t want this.

Suddenly there was a warm hand creeping up his robes, a hand held against his chest. His dark eyes open wide as he finally looks at Luo Binghe, the expression on his face so dark he feels his breathing stop. “ B..Binghe... please b— Ahh! ” His pleas are once again cut off by a sharp thrust from the larger man. That hand toyed with his nipples in such a way.. A way that quickly made his mind go blank. Luo Binghe was hardly even moving — Only cutting him off when he made any noise of complaint.

Almost as soon as that thought crossed his mind Luo Binghe had finally started at a slow and steady pace, his hips rocking back and forth. He almost wondered if he’d complained out loud... Any previous discomfort had easily been replaced with a burning need, his eyes unfocused on his surroundings. Even Luo Binghe’s perfect face had melted into the background. The hand in his hair made its way to the middle of his back, pressing his already arched back higher with a curious expression.

Then, his lower half is lifted a little higher. Only one of his legs was lifted, and it was quickly secured over Luo Binghe’s shoulder. It took only a few moments for him to find the spot that made him mewl in pleasure, perhaps.. A mixture of pain. “ There! ” Right as he had found it he picked up his pace, but it was.. Perfect. Greedy enough to send his head further into the pillow while moans spilled from his lips. “My Qinghua, you are perfect ” That dark voice purred from above him.

This... Is his absolute first time, at most he had sat alone fucking himself in his apartment but now there was someone . That idea was overwhelming enough, not to mention a character he created. One he created to be irresistible. A whine was drawn from his throat, his eyes becoming wet. No one else had touched him so, but that love had to be shown to him by someone who didn’t even exist until he created him. It wasn't fair. No matter how real this was for now, it was... pathetic.

It's overwhelming. His touch. His scent. The feeling of pleasure that was taking over every breath, each thrust sending a jolt of electricity through his spine.

The glossy eyes seem to have made his own situation worse, Luo Binghe’s pace growing unforgiving in a way that Shang Qinghua can only obediently loll his head back, no attempts to hold in any noise. The familiar pressure in his stomach was present just enough to make itself known. Though, it was gone just as fast as it came. His head swimming as his orgasm hits him, heavier than it ever had before... and longer as Luo Binghe continues to move in his oversensitive cunt.

Every movement grew far more overwhelming than before as Shang Qinghua gasped for air, trying to beg for him to stop, but his cries were nothing but babble. No coherent words spilling from his trembling lips. All together the sensation was ripped from his body, Luo Binghe's hands leaving his body as well as him swiftly pulling out of Shang Qinghua. There wasn't a comment on how fast he finished, but a handsome face with brows raised expectantly. What could Luo Binghe want from... oh. Oh.

The smaller male quickly sat up, his entire body trembling but he crawled over, looking up to Luo Binghe with knit brows. “Is.. This what you want?” He lifts his gaze only slightly to actually focus on those dark hungry eyes. That.. is enough of an answer for Shang Qinghua to get to work. Both of his hands are placed around Luo Binghe's impressive cock, head dipping down to lick at the tip. In Luo Binghe fashion his head is pushed down, forcing a good amount into his mouth.

Quietly Shang Qinghua begins to bob his head, and with his not so good hand work, it didn't take long before he felt a sudden warmth erupt in his mouth. The abruptness caused him to gasp, choking on the cum that began to dribble down his chin. It wasn't pretty in any way, his desperate gasps and coughs as the larger man just staring at him with an amused expression. what the fuck! At least help! Shang Qinghua inwardly roared, the strength of his coughing sending tears down his face.

Once he recovered he was still breathing deeply, his eyes fixated on the floor. “At least fucking help me if I'm choking on your cum.” He scoffs, feeling arms wrap around his body he stiffened. After being used by Luo Binghe like all the women he fucked, why would he attempt to show affection? “Get off of me.” The brunet mumbles, but to his surprise the arms did loosen before fully dropping. The warmth from the other man's body dissipating, and.. It should have been more pleasant, but despite this, despite his wish being granted he shivered. Tugging the sheets over him he began to soundlessly sob into the blankets. It didn't matter. Luo Binghe would never have feelings for someone, he only used them. Why.. did he feel sad?

The door was shut behind the larger man as he exited the room, his footsteps growing further and further away.

“ I hate you. ” Shang Qinghua mumbled through gritted teeth. But he didn't. Not at all.

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Shang Qinghua must have seemed insane once he stopped leaving his house, he already didn’t leave often but... Now the idea of stepping out of his house made him nauseous, what if there really was someone stalking him? What if someone had managed to sneak into his house while he was asleep and he only thought he was dreaming? His dreams were suddenly only darkness, perhaps whoever was haunting his dreams grew tired of only watching him squirm beneath their grip, not even able to yell, he could only bring himself to obediently endure whatever eyes he could feel dancing across his body.

Proud Immortal Demon Way had quickly become littered with fantasies of a wife being tended to while she rested, he was even able to sneak in a chapter with a more feminine looking husband being fucked by Luo Binghe in the dream realm, it was only his wish to use his protagonists dream ability more. Right? At this point Proud Immortal Demon Way was becoming more of an outlet to let out his depraved fantasies, things he truly was beginning to want no matter how much he tried to tell himself it was wrong, it... Made him feel as he did during those dreams when he was soaking up the attention from that stranger.

Shang Qinghua was now reduced to a mess, his body swaying in his chair as he stared blankly at his screen, his eyelids growing increasingly heavy with each blink. After so much stressing over his dreams he’d begun to hardly sleep, even when he thought it was safe to finally give in he could only sleep for a few hours. The small brunet tried to push away his thoughts, there was no use in depriving himself of sleep! The stranger hadn’t entered his dreams again since the last time.. Wouldn’t he likely remain safe? The small male pushes his laptop forward, using his arms to pillow his head, chocolate orbs fluttering shut. Even if he were to awake from another dream he wouldn’t have evidence he could bear to look at, he’d taken down or covered all of his mirrors... Just in case. He didn’t want to know how he looked.. Not after that last dream.

And of course after all of his reassuring he felt those same silk sheets beneath his bare body, his face pressed into a soft pillow, a hand grabbing at his hair, pushing him further into the pillow. Warm breath fanned against his ear as the man above him began to speak. “You’ve been avoiding me.” His tone was similar to that of a purr, his body pressed against the smaller male's back. Shang Qinghua could hardly focus on his words, suddenly a pressure was released around his eyes, a pressure he hadn’t noticed in any other dream.. His body was flipped without warning, a dim candle seeming to be the only light source. Even with the dim light, the person’s forehead had a glowing mark that made him tense, his breath catching in his throat. “ I didn’t know my God could be so cruel.”

Shang Qinghua wanted to feel relieved at the figure above him, wanted to let out the breath he'd been holding until his lungs ached, but something felt wrong . His touch was all too real for it to be a dream, the warmth of his skin was too real . He could only look up to the taller man with large eyes, his mouth having fallen open in the surprise. His own character, one he’d made for a story, was currently straddling him. Someone he made to be so irresistible it was painful was staring at his bare body, a body he was actually rather self conscious about. How glowing red eyes raked over his body, taking in the sight with.. Almost no expression. He wanted to hide himself, to cover himself up and run from the half—demon but his limbs felt so heavy. His arms uselessly held above his head.

Luo Binghe’s tongue clicked, finally filling the deafening silence. “Don’t you want to come home?” The larger man questions, his large claws taking their time as they ran along Shang Qinghua’s round cheeks. The half—demon seeming to take in every inch of his flesh with his hungry eyes. “A home where you will be worshiped?” Luo Binghe’s tone remains sweet, yet his gaze told a different story. Though his question was almost laughable. A place where Shang Qinghua would be worshiped? Ha! That place must be desperate if he would be treated so. What a scam, did he treat everyone like this? .... Well, no he didn’t, how strange? Out of character fantasies of his own creation? Shouldn’t he know his personality.. Exactly?

“I don’t care if you agree or not.. Either way you’re already here.” The brunet’s body stiffens with those words, his eyes daring enough to meet that man’s eyes. “W—what?” The only thing the smaller male was even able to get out of his mouth, his mind racing with Luo Binghe’s words. Everything around him felt as if it was spinning but it wasn’t the usual feeling he would get right before waking up from one of these dreams. It almost felt as if the room was closing in on him, he must not have realized how heavy his breathing had gotten because suddenly that warm hand was placed on his cheek, carefully caressing it. “You heard me. There is no point in fighting, you have no way home.. Unless you can tame Xīn mó.” The man above him mocks, and all Shang Qinghua can do is sit there.. and hope this is all a dream.

“ Qinghua. Why are you so scared? I haven’t even given you a reason to be.” Shang Qinghua feels his voice down his spine, his eyes snapping open in surprise from their sudden closeness. “Do you feel as if you deserve something... more violent? ” The smaller man nods without much hesitation, almost instinctual. He had made Luo Binghe’s past rather.. Distasteful, why would he not deserve something worse? Because he had countless wives? Even with his wives... he wasn’t happy. Shang Qinghua is the only reason he went through so much pain. He was the reason his own protagonist was never happy with his life. Silence fell between the two men once again, hanging heavy in the air, but neither made an effort to break it.

The only thing that filled the air were Shang Qinghua's ragged breaths, Luo Binghe's breathing was silent in comparison. It seemed the smaller of the two was close to some sort of panic attack, despite the half—demon's attempts to calm him. The warm thumb still running soothing motions along his cheeks. “Hm.” The hand on his cheek was suddenly pulled away, but a sudden pain was felt in his forehead. Strong enough he wanted to scream but suddenly.. everything was black once more.

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Shang Qinghua’s eyes flutter open, the sunlight hitting his eyes with each blink. His hand rubs across his face, the silk covering his body didn’t throw him off as he stretched. Though, noticing the mattress dipping his brows furrowed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes the brunet slowly sits up, his eyes meeting Luo Binghe’s. He doesn't have much of a reaction, only blinking a few times before allowing himself to fall back into the mattress. “I am still dreaming.” He states before shutting his eyes, stubbornly turning his body from the larger man’s. The feeling of large arms snaking around his waist made him shiver, his eyes immediately opening wide. “No you aren’t.” That sweet voice mumbled into his ear.

“Then tell me exactly where I am and who you really are.” For a few moments the air around them remains silent, he could almost feel the eyes on the back of his head. “You know me very well, you created me, no?” Shang Qinghua actually laughed out loud, turning around to face the larger man, only sparing a blank stare to the man who still held him. “Right, and I’m a scientist.” The man blinked a few times before his head slowly tilted to the side, a clear display of confusion. “You’re kidding me. There is no way you are real.” Shang Qinghua pushes himself up just a bit before he is roughly forced back onto the bed, a gasp leaving his throat as weight is suddenly on his hips once more.

“I am very real. I can prove it.” Shang Qinghua hardly has enough time to protest before his clothes are suddenly opened, the cool air making him quick to grab for ‘Luo Binghe’s’ wrists before they could even touch his skin. He opens his mouth to reply, but suddenly his lips are occupied. The larger man easily tugged his wrists free from his grip, those hands grabbing his waist. His body froze at the feeling of claws against his skin, shutting his eyes tightly, quick to give up. If this really was Luo Binghe he had no chance of winning against him no matter how hard he struggled, he had half of that man’s strength if not less. He was not a cultivator and nor was a demon, he was only a human from a completely different universe. The grip on his waist tightened, the half-demon’s hands kneading his waist. His attention only moved lower when Shang Qinghua instinctively gasped, Luo Binghe easily slid his tongue into his mouth.

The larger man’s hands stopped on his waist, suddenly pulling away from the kiss in time for Shang Qinghua to finally breathe, his body felt like putty just from that attention. His mind was fuzzy, hardly able to register the tears that had begun to drip down his face until Luo Binghe reached forward, his thumb rubbing the tears from his cheeks. The half-demon remained indifferent, his brows raising were the only indication he even noticed. “That's new. You’ve enjoyed this any other time.” He didn’t entirely understand, so he slowly began to shake his head. “Any other time?” The smaller male repeated, he felt dizzy again but he wasn’t too sure why... Luo Binghe only offered a smile, spreading Shang Qinghua’s legs slowly. “Do not worry about it, hm? ”

“ But—”

“I said don’t worry.” His expression quickly soured, so Shang Qinghua lowered his head. He wouldn’t dare anger him any more than he already had. Suddenly someone knocked at the door, causing him to jump, rushing to close the robes around his body. A hand stopped him, gripping both of his wrists in one hand, his gaze dark. “And I didn’t allow you to do that, did I?” His tone made Shang Qinghua shudder, his arms obediently going limp in his hold. “But... I still don’t understand, where am I? How are you...?” The half—demon takes a moment to consider his words, his hand slowly loosening their grip on his wrists. “You are the one who wrote it, shouldn’t you have these answers, God? ”

Shang Qinghua was speechless, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Maybe Xīn mó was a bad idea, maybe the idea of an object being able to transport someone to a different universe was a bad idea in the first place! “Well... I have none for you.” His voice trembled as he spoke,

his brows furrowing. “Good, and I have no intention of giving you any either.” What an asshole, he thought to himself, his expression full of distaste. Luo Binghe got up, leaving Shang Qinghua horny and confused, but he only covered himself up and turned his body away from the larger man, ignoring the steps that grew further and further from the bed.

“ Lord Luo ” A sweet voice called as the door opened, something bubbled inside Shang Qinghua’s stomach, something he couldn’t pinpoint... But it was rather uncomfortable as he sat there. “Not now.” Luo Binghe’s deep voice spoke, causing the brunet’s brows to furrow, his

expression falling. That wasn’t right. Luo Binghe would take any chance to fuck one of his wives no matter how busy he was. The door shut as the girl behind the door threw out a few complaints before stomping away. He could imagine her red and pouting face.. Even if he didn’t exactly know who it was.

“ Shang Qinghua. ”

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Large hands wrapped around his throat, his hands carefully wrapping around the strangers wrists. Panic slowly sets in as he realizes the hands were really connected to a person, his other hand pressing against the person's chest in an attempt to push them away. He knew this was a dream, but it felt so real in comparison to his other dreams. Shang Qinghua knew he locked his door, knew the bed beneath him wasn’t his ... but it all felt too real. The grip around his neck grew tighter and he began to struggle more, squirming like a fool beneath his person’s hands. “Just give in.” A warm voice cooed in his ear, causing his whole body to freeze. Dreams similar to this one had become the only thing that greeted him now.. but not once had he heard this person’s voice.

It reminded him of.. Honey. Soothing, his tone almost sticky with something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. His eyes had never opened in these dreams, no matter how hard he tried to open them the scene in front of him remained black nothingness. So.. at some point he’d given up his need to see this stranger’s face. “ Good boy. ” Those words made his heart jump, his body suddenly growing numb as he mindlessly tried to tug the hands from his neck. A sound of disapproval rang through his mind, the hands suddenly disappearing. He was greeted by the feeling of falling, his body darting up as his eyes finally opened only to be greeted by his bland ceiling. His hands grabbing at his neck, breath heavy, trying to focus on stabilizing it. What the hell? He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, ringing louder than anything as he touches his overly sensitive neck.. No..

He hops to his feet, stumbling his way through his messy apartment to the bathroom, flipping on the light as he stares into the mirror. Was it not a dream..? His gaze dropped to the dark bruise that had quickly began to form along his throat, right where those hands had been wrapped so tightly. “Who are you?” His trembling voice called to the darkness of his apartment, eyes darting around anxiously as the small man waited for a reply.. and yet he never received one. He must have sounded insane to the others who shared the apartment after stumbling around, calling out to nothing. He must have sounded much more delusional when he began to throw his belongings around, searching for a person under piles of clothing.

Surely he wasn't actually going insane.. Right? The bruise around his neck was very real, yet there seemed to be no sight of this stranger, even before he threw everything nothing was actually out of place, there was absolutely no trace of this person?

Would he now have to live in fear of his dreams, wondering about the face of this man that had begun to haunt his dreams?

He approached his computer, dropping into his chair with furrowed brows. Not even his blackout curtains seemed out of place, everything was in such perfect order.. It almost made him sick. He had absolutely no idea who this mystery intruder would be, and no leads to who they are.

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Waking up to a cold and empty bed was nothing unfamiliar to Shàng Qīnghuá, but it almost felt wrong now that he’d been taken to another person’s home… but kings must have important duties. Finally he fully stirred from slumber, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his sleeve… a sleeve that felt much softer than his clothes he’d been previously wearing. The feeling was similar to silk – wait. “ Good morning, master Shàng. We will be your servants for today. ” A shrill voice spoke from uncomfortably close to him, causing him to jump quickly from the covers. Standing on the bed and pointing an accusing finger to the stranger. Nothing more than a squeak exited his mouth as his cheeks bloomed to a bright red as he continued to attempt to speak. “ A— Ah? Wh— ? ” What he really meant to say was WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! Yet he still stood there, his mouth moving but no noise actually coming from his throat. Suddenly the three servants begin to whisper to one another in a language Shàng Qīnghuá could not understand.

How rude, if you're going to talk negatively at least say it to my face!! Suddenly a servant with rather large hands that resembled a frog stuck its hand out, the creature was actually rather small, closer to the height of his hip. “ Would Master Shàng like to come down? We will not harm you, the king told us to watch over you while he's gone. ” Oh? “ Mòběi—Jūn? ” The three servants nodded their heads all at once, truly he’d almost forgotten he was stepping all over the luxurious sheets, so he quickly scrambled back down to the ground. Mòběi—Jūn must have realized that unsupervised he would have found a way out no matter what it cost him, how odd… He was actually being held captive but the captor had no violent intent for him whatsoever. Suddenly one of them spoke up, by glancing at his appearance he was one of the most human out of the three, a large horn sticking from the middle of his forehead and his goat-like pupils did disrupt this humanoid image though. “ The king did order us to make you food, but he is unaware of what you enjoy in this li—” The servant with paws instead of hands quickly covered the other creature's mouth, waving the non-occupied hand about. “ The king was unaware of the food you enjoy! That's all! ”

The servant with goat eyes blinked a few times, brows furrowed in confusion. Why is everyone hiding something from me? The brunet thought to himself as his head slowly tilted to the side. As he began to tilt his head the goat eyed creature seemed to suddenly realize his mistake, tugging the paw from his mouth to chirp out a response. “ Yes, yes! It is right, the king was only unsure if he’d guessed properly! Would master Shàng be willing to share? These lowly servants will do their best to prepare it how you enjoy! ” The creature's paw finally dropped to its side, its shoulders relaxing after the other servant corrected his mistake. “ Yes yes yes! We will do our best for master Shàng! ” The three chimed in unison. This whole situation was making his head hurt. Finally given the chance to look down he's met with unfamiliar midnight blue silk robes, though these were far more plain than the dragon’s. The brunet lazily brought a hand to his head, blinking slowly as he tried to take in the current situation. “ May I ask a question? ” The creature with frog hands lifted its head curiously. It had grown silent after the argument between the other two, but only now dared to speak. “ Anything master Shàng wants to know. ”

“ Are you the ones who dressed me? ” All three seemed to stand in shock for a moment, each of their mouths falling open.” No. No. None of us would dare to undress you. ” So it was… Mòběi—Jūn!! The small man covered his face with his hands. That dragon had now seen him naked?! Shàng Qīnghuá had often fallen asleep in his peak lord clothes, why did the dragon now have a problem with his normal routine! Even undressed him without asking! “ Oh! The king has also given us clothes to dress master Shàng in. ” The servant bowed, another placed midnight blue robes that were more intricate than the ones he'd woken up in, these had small green gems and green flowers embroidered patterns along the collar. “ But of course we will not dress you ourselves. ” The goat eyed creature spoke, his voice sounding similar to the dragon’s but just a little higher. “ Didn’t you need to know the food I like, uhh… Pulled noodles.. ” The brunet scratches the back of his head as he awkwardly takes the clothing. Soon two of the servants scramble from the room, the goat eyed one stays but anxiously turns away from the taller man. “ The king has ordered us to at least keep one servant with you at all times, my apologies ”

“ Ah… It's alright. Do you have a name? ” Shàng Qīnghuá questioned as he shuffled out of his sleeping clothes, fumbling with the rest of the intricate robes as he tried to cover himself properly. “ Gote. ” The creature mumbled. Ahh? Goat? “ How do you spell your name? ” The brunet asked curiously as he finally figured out the robes, grinning victoriously. “ G..o…t..e. ” Gote obediently spelled his name out for the human who only hummed. How strange, are these creatures not taught to spell properly? The man knew better than to question it further… So he didn’t. Shuffling around a little more he successfully got the waist belt on, glancing around. “ You are free to turn around. ” Gote slowly turned back around, staring at Shàng Qīnghuá with an open mouth before shaking his head furiously. “ I have one last touch the king has permitted me to touch you for. ” The creature's face had turned red as he sheepishly held up a hair piece, one similar to the crown the brunet had stumbled upon. Shàng Qīnghuá immediately understood and slowly turned around, sitting down on the bed. “ Why is the king so iffy about you touching me? ”

The creature had hardly moved yet but this made him freeze, sweat beading on his forehead before he put his head down and stood behind Qīnghuá to fix his hair into a bun. “ This servant.. Cannot say. ” Gote mumbled under his breath, running his hands through Shàng Qīnghuá’s silky hair. Tending to each tangled strand. It actually felt calming and rather grounding after diving deeper into this situation, his shoulders relaxed and he allowed his eyes to flutter shut. “ Mmm. Why are you all keeping so many secrets? ” The movement suddenly stopped, the creature gulped before continuing to work, now finally able to tie his hair up. “ I — ” “ The noodles are done master Shàng! ” Gote was cut off by the High-pitched voice of the one with frog hands, his shoulders instantly relaxing. “ Already? ” The man questions as he lifts his head, gaze drifting to the plate. “ I was starving, thank you! ” Shàng Qīnghuá grins sheepishly as he takes the bowl from the frog creature's hands. “ And what is your name? ”

The creature sat dumbfounded for a moment before grinning ear to ear. “ Froggy! ” Well.. That's straightforward enough. Shàng Qīnghuá thought to himself, brows knitting together. Did all of these creatures have names that related to their physical appearance? Froggy cupped her hands together, bowing to the small man. “ Thank you for asking, Master Shàng. It's not often that people higher than us truly care. ” Honestly, Shàng Qīnghuá was taken aback by this statement, almost spitting out his mouth full of noodles as he lifted his hand to dismiss their bow. '' Please do not thank me.. It is only me acting how any other person should. ” I will also feel bad for judging your names if you're too sweet. “ And what is your name? ” Shàng Qīnghuá asked, turning his attention towards the silent feline-like creature. Something like cat ears, right? “ Sunrise. ” It mumbles, now taking its own chance to bow in thanks. “ Ah.. guys, there really is no need! Though.. I am curious, why are you named that? ” It hums and points towards the open window. “ I was born at sunrise. ” Ah. That seems to go along with the theme.

“ How are your noodles? ” Froggy asks as the brunet takes another mouthful! “ Ah.. They are good. ” Good but they were obviously not targeted to a human's taste. Either way, he’d gotten used to eating anything he could find at one point of his life. At least it wouldn't kill him… Right? Quickly he shoveled the rest of the food down his throat, hurrying to finish the meal before looking up at Froggy with a smile. “ What should I do with this? ” Froggy was quick to grab the bowl from his hands with a quick shake of her head! “ We will take care of it for you, there is no need for master Shàng to lift a finger! ” She then rushes out of the room to return the plate where it belonged. “ Would master Shàng like to tour the castle? I’m sure the king would love you becoming familiar with the area? ” Gote asked, gesturing for the taller man to stand. The brunet bowed his head as he slowly stood up, anything would be better than sitting in this room for God knows how long. He begins towards the door, hand extending to the doorknob only to be cut off by Sunrise who scrambled to open the door instead. “ Like Froggy said, you don’t need to lift a finger.. ” It smiled as Shàng Qīnghuá nervously walked through the door.

Both creatures trail behind the smaller man with curious expressions, perhaps searching for praise?

It was just so much, so much that the small man had to stop in place to take in the surroundings. The floors were made of ice, but despite that the frozen tiles weren’t at all slippery. Human instinct made him anxious that he had false hope, that the next step may actually be slippery and send him launching forward onto his face. Looking up he’s met with such a large ceiling it almost made him nauseous, the walls all lined with a very thin layer of frost. This was definitely not suited for a human.. And yet he felt perfectly fine? He didn’t even feel a small shiver when he entered the frosted room. His eyes landed on the large throne of ice that sat across from the door. Shàng Qīnghuá was honestly in awe, the palace was already so much larger than he had expected — he really didn't deserve to be in a place like this!! Suddenly Froggy ran back in a rush, sweat beaded across her brow. “ The king is back much quicker than we had expected, is everything in order? ” All of the servants that had previously been right behind Shàng Qīnghuá scattered, rushing to assumably grab things that were not in place and return them. All while the small brunet sat in place with a confused look on his face, should he run? Should he hide away from that dragon?

Mòběi—Jūn’s frame came to view in the further end of the large hall he stood in, and… his first instinct was to run, he wasn't sure why he was running but he was. His heart was speeding in his chest, his surroundings passing too quick to process but he was sure he heard Gote yell something, something he didn't catch as he finally rounded a corner, one that took him straight to a closet that he quickly shut himself in. Hiding in the back corner of the closet, it felt like his lungs were frozen, a fear that he’d never been familiar with seating itself in the back of his mind. Shàng Qīnghuá could only shiver as he heard Mòběi—Jūn talking far too calmly to the servants.

“ Where is he? Didn’t you say he was in here? ”

“ Ah.. Ah well you see — king — ”

“ I don’t want to hear your excuses. Where is Shàng Qīnghuá? ”

“ My lord, I really don't — “

“ And I thought you all were competent enough to keep watch over my husband . Need I remind you who he is? ”

“ No.. No my lord, we will search immediately. ”

A group of servants began their hunt, their footsteps audible against the thick ice. They all muttered to each other once again in that language he couldn't understand as he remained curled up in the corner. Now he couldn’t run anymore, what was he to do if he was caught? The footsteps suddenly stop in front of the door, finally.. A familiar head peeked its way in! Gote.. Was he here to tell on Shàng Qīnghuá? What would the king do if he did lie.. A consequence Gote seemed to brush off as he locked eyes with the small brunet only to shut the door, footsteps once again leaving the area. “ We couldn’t find him, my lord. ” Oh. Oh thank god. He was saved by that silly little creature, how could he ever repay him?

“ You are lying. ”

What.

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Silence fell around the small wooden house as soon as Shàng Qīnghuá stormed off to his study. Mòběi—Jūn laid on his bed, fingers drumming against the soft mattress. Oh, how odd it was to be somewhere so small. The candles around him flickered, the only source of light that was being supplied other than the moonlight that trickled in through the windows. The room was filled with many books and small trinkets. Bookshelves neatly lining one wall of the small room, bed resting in the middle between two nightstands.

It was cozy, but dreadfully hot to the dragon.

His mind had the chance to drift, eyes closing slowly. Greeted by the familiar darkness behind his eyes. How does he not remember me? His lips pursed. Was I not a caring enough husband? Surely the situation could have nothing to do with his ability to care for the other, but it was still concerning considering how he'd cared for the man in any way he could. Any way he knew how. Yet, somehow, even his energy had been wiped from his memory.

Mòběi—Jūn remembered his touch.

His taste.

His smell.

His soul.

His pain.

Everything a lover could know, and yet Shàng Qīnghuá remembered nothing. Not an ounce of him. His clawed hands carefully ran over his cracked lips. He hadn't touched another, not even to hug. Thought of another, unless the intent was murderous. Never imagined being with another since the man's disappearance, no matter how long it'd been. The idea that he'd simply been wiped from his beloved's memory.. his nails dig into the fabric of his robes, a low growl escaping his throat. That would not do.

Finally, even the noises of the scribbles soon fades to nothing, meaning Shàng Qīnghuá must have fallen asleep at his desk foolishly. Even in his past life it was something he did often. The dragon quietly exhales through his nose, pushing himself from the warm bed. Shoes quietly padding against the groaning hardwood floor as he approaches the door. If I take him back home.. Will he remember? The door is pushed open with a disapproving creak, tail dragging behind him as he approaches the door to the other man's study.

Silently he pushes the door open, approaching the man's resting body with a small smile and a slow shake of his head. The warm khaki of his sleeves covered in dark ink, his long brunet locks sprawling along his desk and back. Just as beautiful as he was before.

The dragon approaches the man, lifting him into his cold arms. The brunet tries to shift away from his icy body, but stops struggling rather quickly as Mòběi—Jūn wraps his arm more firmly around the man. One hand extends outwards, a claw tearing a portal in front of them; leading directly to the dragon's bedroom. Now knowing the location of Shàng Qīnghuá's house, he could easily transport them back and forth as often as the man wished.

Stepping through the portal it closed right behind them, stirring Shàng Qīnghuá from his sleep.

Shàng Qīnghuá was awoken by the sudden urge to vomit, his head felt like it was spinning. His warm body felt cold, pale hands reaching out to grab his blanket, pulling it over him and leaning into a rather hard pillow. The brunet brings a hand to his eyes to rub the sleep from them, one still gripping his blanket as he yawns. Why is it so cold..? Chocolate eyes finally crack open enough to take in the view of dimly lit candles in a lavish looking room. It's at this moment that he realizes he is laying on the Mòběi—Jūn's chest with his cape wrapped around him like a blanket.

Fuck.

He nearly jumps out of his skin, yelping and squirming until he's placed onto the ground. “ I am so so sor — wait where are we? ” The building felt familiar, yet he'd never been here; nor had he ever been anywhere similar. Were they.. In Mòběi—Jūn's home? The walls are covered in lavish decor, something like this would only be fit for royalty, no? There against the furthest wall was a bed, a bed covered in deep navy blankets with golden trim, gray furs covering the foot of the bed, and black pillows.. It was rather beautiful. Something the smaller man almost felt unworthy of seeing. The room was far taller than the two of them, rising far taller than any ordinary building, the walls covered in paintings with gold frames hugging each intricate drawing. A wooden dresser made of wood that seemed to mock the human world's cherry wood, it had two crowns atop the tall surface. Almost immediately he forgot his worry, trotting up to the crowns with a curious stare.

“ You are safe here, it is my room. ” Mòběi—Jūn's deep voice rumbled from behind Shàng Qīnghuá, causing the brunet to jump. Right… bring a stranger to your home and they return it by bringing you to their room.. Is that a saying? Slowly the man shakes his head, letting a long breath from his nose that resembled a sigh. This situation is so peculiar.. and honestly far too fast paced for Shàng Qīnghuá’s mind to keep up with. Now he held the smaller of the two crowns with a curious gaze, seeming to inspect every bit of the object. It was silver lined with Green Aventurine.. Matching well with the other crown that was golden, lined with sapphires. “ Did you have a.. Erm.. Queen? ” Of course he meant wife, but he wasn’t sure if there were.. Other words for dragons?

“ No. That was my crown before I became the king. ” The dragon huffed as he approached the smaller man, taking the crown from his thin hands to place it back where it belonged. A sheepish smile spreading across Shàng Qīnghuá’s face. “ Sorry, my king. I was only curious. ” Then silence fell between the two; an awkward silence. Almost as if neither of them knew what to say, neither knew how to carry on the conversation. Their bodies were far closer than they’d been unless he was getting carried.. It made his heart flutter in his chest. His brows pinch together as he tries to understand the source of this feeling, as if he was a young girl who is by the boy she's head over heels for. It made the silence feel even more awkward for him — mind wandering to a place it definitely shouldn't. Suddenly a question pops into his mind, posture straightening. That immediately caught the dragon's attention, thick brows raising ever so slightly with his curiosity. “ What time is it? ”

“ Late. Qīnghuá should get some rest. ” Despite the bluntness of his statement the brunet remained confused, glancing around the room for.. A second bed? Maybe a blanket on the floor, but his search was horribly unsuccessful. “ We can share the bed. ” At those words Shàng Qīnghuá’s face grew red with embarrassment considering his previous desperate search.. “ Are you sure..? ”

“ Did I stutter? ”

No.. No he didn’t at all. The brunet anxiously climbs into the bed, slowly pulling his boots from his feet. “ If you want me out it's too late now ” He mumbles as he flops onto the soft bed, oh it was so much more comfortable than his own bed! Surely this was the most expensive bed he's ever touched... Lost in thought he hardly noticed the bed being weighed down by the other man. He could feel all the hard work of today turn into a dull ache in his back, a few parts of his spine popping with the starfish position he'd taken. It's very comfortable if you haven't been able to lay down properly in a while!

As he drifts further into relaxation his eyes slowly flutter shut, brain becoming far more active with the weight of the situation. So.. He’d saved a harmed dragon, one who claimed to know him. Said dragon followed him to his house only to.. Kidnap him? Although he showed no signs of aggression, Shàng Qīnghuá had to get back to An Ding Peak! His sage orbs slowly open, the unfamiliar ceiling making his heart sink to his stomach. Was he really in danger? Would Mòběi—Jūn take advantage of his willingness to follow him? If he could escape... If he could escape, would he be okay? Could he escape? He turns his head to watch Mòběi—Jūn’s relaxed expression, his eyes shut, head dipping into the soft pillow beneath his head. He actually hadn't gotten the chance to examine his features close up; so, he took advantage of this.

His small body sits up from the warm covers, watching the dragon with knit brows. What is happening? Why exactly am I the target of this dragon's interest? I am nothing special. I am only an ordinary human. Well.. he didn't plan on sticking around to find out. As his body emerges from the warmth of the bed, he's immediately hit with a frigid temperature he hadn't noticed in Mòběi—Jūn’s arms. Actually.. Would he even make it if he left? Who knew how cold it was outside of the castle. One of his small hands comes to run through his hair, nose scrunching up. Am I actually trapped? Oh God. He turns around, glancing to what he thought was the sleeping dragon's figure only to see that he was now resting like a cat.. Like a cat who was watching his prey desperately trying to run away. The sight made him gulp. So he wasn’t asleep? He was waiting to see what I'd do… Sneaky dragon. “ Why don't you come to bed, Qīnghuá. You have no need to be so on edge. If I wanted you dead you would have been dead the moment you approached me. ” His low voice spoke from the other side of the room.

Even if he was nowhere near Shàng Qīnghuá could feel his voice like electricity through his spine, sending his feet moving before his brain could argue. “ You are smart. ” He mumbled as he reluctantly crawled under the covered again.

“ Would you expect less from a king? ”

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Shàng Qīnghuá continues down the wooded path, the sounds of birds chirping filling the silence between the two men. Mòběi—Jūn hadn't left his side, not since he'd helped heal his talons in his full dragon form. If he had any sense of self preservation, he would take any opportunity to shut up and run far away; but that was not the case! He's curious to learn more about the dragon, especially if he's just going to trot behind him like a lost puppy.

“ So.. ” The smaller man is met with silence, only the patting of his feet behind him even signifies Mòběi—Jūn was even still there. Still following him. “ What happened to you? ” There is another moment of silence, so Shàng Qīnghuá goes to speak. As soon as his mouth opens he's cut off. “ hunters. ” The dragon replied. A short answer.. But at least he's talking now. He shuts his mouth obediently.

“ Where are you from? ” Qīnghuá chirps, chocolate orbs scanning over the taller man's features once more. Trying to convince himself this was a real person.. well.. dragon? “ North. ” Mòběi—Jūn's sapphire hues remain fixated on the path.. he moved so gracefully it was hard not to get caught up staring. His raven-locks flowing behind him in such a delicate manner.. Ah he was going to swoon if he stared any longer.

His freckled cheeks already began to burn, dusting to a light shade of pink.. he was sure of it! “ is it c — ” He mentally face-palms.. Obviously it was cold! He was an ice dragon, if it weren't could he really survive? “ Mhm. ” A small noise that almost resembled a laugh followed the response. The brunet tilts his head back up to meet the dragon's gaze. Surprise visible in his expression that he'd actually replied.. and seemed humored by it. “ You were once familiar with it. ” Now his voice seemed to hold some form of sentiment, something Qīnghuá overlooked.

Perhaps he'd simply been thinking out loud about a loved one?

Dragon's do that.. yeah…?

Well anyone can.

Cang Qiong Mountain coming into view only makes the brunet realize how far they've gone. How far they've gone while he absentmindedly steered a stranger to his home. “ Are you going to be able to get home? ” No response. Shàng Qīnghuá groans and turns to face the man only to be met with a large sapphire eye again. He yelps and falls back onto his ass with a groan. “ Please stop doing that, Mo — my king. ” I am going to cry if you do it again! Before the man can even think of attempting to get up, he's thrown onto the dragon's neck; quick to grab onto his horns.

The dragon's body temperature makes the brunet wish to recoil, scramble away so as to not be frozen to death!

“ My king? ” Soon the sound of wings flapping filled his ears, it was so loud he tried to tune it out. A dull ache rang through his head — fuck he wished he had some ear plugs. “ B — Bad time to say this but I'm a little afraid of h — Ahh! ” Mòběi—Jūn began moving, gliding so smoothly through the air he'd almost forgotten he was on a dragon. “ Are we.. returning to my home? It's.. it's there! ” he throws his hand forward to point.. but soon realizes he's well.. not in his eyesight. So, very lightly he taps his scales in the direction he needed to head, which was easily decoded by Mòběi—Jūn.

They now circled above An Ding Peak like hungry vultures. “ How will we get down without anyone noticing us? ” Suddenly the surface underneath him is gone, and Shàng Qīnghuá begins to yell. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. This is it. I talked too much! I'm done for! The dragon's body had been switched to large arms that now held them in the air. Of course the smaller man had been far too occupied with the idea that he was about to be very sweetly greeted by death; he didn't dare open his eyes. “ Which is yours? ”

All of Qīnghuá's breath returned at once, eyes snapping open. Oh. Oh? He wasn't dead! Slowly the man glances down at the small buildings, feeling nauseous at the image of his home being nothing more than specs in the distance. “ uhm.. ah.. that one. ” This time, his pointing is actually useful. His arms are wrapped tightly around the dragon's neck now, trying his best to not focus on the height. Sailing downwards his grip became even tighter, face pressing into the crook of his neck. The dragon's body seemed to tense at this moment, but he didn't dare drop the delicate human. Still managing to land with absolutely none of the force Shàng Qīnghuá was expecting.. and he was even placed down gently!

“ A — ah.. come.. with me. ” Well! There's no getting out of this now that he's flown me to my house, huh? So marching forward he approached the small wooden house, he wasn't living with someone so he had only asked for a small house once he was promoted to Peak Lord.. he had no desire for a large house, only wishing to be comfortable. Proudly he swings his door open! With maybe a little too much force because it rushes back, full force and is only stopped by a clawed hand holding it back. Shàng Qīnghuá lets out a sheepish chuckle as he walks in, maybe he was a little too confident. “ Would you like some.. tea? Water? U.. uhm ice water? ”

“ Tea. ” A bow of Shàng Qīnghuá's cranium is given on return, turning to the tea that had been left out since before he'd left. That should be alright, no? An ice dragon wouldn't need warm tea.. so he carefully pours it into a cup, shuffling over to the dark wood table the dragon had decided to sit at. Gingerly sitting himself across from the dragon. “ I am Shàng Qīnghuá. I don't know if I ever mentioned my name! ” Mòběi—Jūn slowly nods. “ Qīnghuá. That is what I will call you. ”

The Peak Lord grins, slowly nodding. “ Alright. That's fine. Why were you all the way over here if you're from the North, if I may ask? ” Mòběi—Jūn stares down at the glass, swirling around the liquid inside. He made no effort to talk, so the brunet settled on not getting an answer for that question. “ Are you royalty? ” Mòběi—Jūn raises a single brow as if he's stupid for even asking. Ah. So.. yes?

After a full day of questioning, Shàng Qīnghuá feels like he'd hit a dead end. No matter what he asked, the dragon would at least try to reply.. and that was something? Leaning back in his chair the brunet suddenly gets an idea.. ‘ You were once familiar with it. ’ his gaze cautiously meets Mòběi—Jūn's this time. Why would the dragon even willingly answer him? Well.. if he didn't he could mark it as him just being stubborn. He sucks in a long breath, closing his eyes. “ Who were you referring to when you said that? ” The dragon only blinks in confusion. “ What? ”

Shàng Qīnghuá hesitantly opens his eyes, meeting the icy sapphire gaze. “ ‘ You were once familiar with it.’ What did that mean? Who was? Why didn't you attack me? ” Mòběi—Jūn this time only remained silent for a moment. His gaze was unable to meet Qīnghuá's. “ I think it is time to rest now. ” The brunet sits upright, resting his elbows on the table to continue his questioning. “ Who? ” The dragon remains silent, lazily sipping on the almost frozen tea.

The silence between them lasted much longer than the shorter man had hoped, but it was obvious Mòběi—Jūn had no intention of answering him. “ Fine. You will sleep in the guest be — oh I don't have one of those. ” Shàng Qīnghuá gives an anxious grin. He hadn't been ready for visitors, nor did he really have room for one. “ I will sleep in here, you're free to take the bed. ” And with no fuss the taller man stood up, leaving whatever was left or the tea.. slushy and simply walked off, peeking until he found the bedroom. The door was shut and Qīnghuá was alone. Again.

Being alone was something he was familiar with, very familiar with. Though the idea of being by himself, especially with another person lounging in his home felt wrong.

There was no harm trying to catch up on work, was there? Slowly he pushed the chair out from under him, the scraping of the wood against the floors filling the silence. Taking a few steps he decides to shuffle his study which was honestly a mess. Paper was scattered everywhere on the floor, ink staining the dark table. “ home sweet home.. ” he mumbles to himself as he sits down at the table, mindlessly flipping through papers until he eventually flattens onto the desk. Slowly drifting off into sleep. It wasn't his first time passing out at his desk.. so he wasn't too worried about it.

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Thud

A loud noise echoes through the forest, the sound of branches snapping in the distance suddenly stopping. The impact of the fall from the distance sent a small burst of air towards him. Shàng Qīnghuá is frozen in place, chocolate orbs wide in fear. The stench of blood suddenly filling the air caused the man to scramble to his feet, leaving behind the flowers he'd been occupied with. So much for a peaceful day!!

The leaves under his feet crunch as he stumbles towards the smell. Could it be dangerous? Of course, but it could also be an animal in danger — or! Or a person! Large trees cover the top of the path, and sunlight sporadically makes it through the thick forest of leaves. “ Hello? ” The small man calls out to the silent forest.

His hands come to his face, sitting on either side of his mouth in an attempt to make his voice louder. “ Helllooo? ” A sudden, loud rumble was given in response, causing him to freeze on the spot. What the hell? There were few creatures that could sound like that, especially with enough force to shake the ground beneath him.

More light began to peek through the trees, less sporadically. Ah. This must have been close to where the creature had fallen. He picks up his speed, his feet moving faster than his brain. Soon he was met with a distant blue figure in an opening of trees. The scent of blood grew stronger with every step he took, meaning that this was the culprit of the loud noise — it had to be!

Now that his running had slowed, the creature was becoming more clear… It was a dragon. A creature he had never dealt with, so he had to be cautious. “ Hey.. Hey! I'm not going to hurt you.. ” Shàng Qīnghuá calls out, watching the dragon attempt to crawl back. The dragon is obviously unsure about a stranger approaching it, but it doesn't seem aggressive immediately. That's already a good sign!

Daring enough to do so, he takes another step forward, his orbs fixated on the maw of the large beast. “ I promise, I'm only here to help. ” The dragon made no attempts to attack, yet its sapphire eyes seemed enraged at the thought of the small brunet approaching. Loud grumbling as Shàng Qīnghuá began to strip off his outer layer of clothes. Obviously, the man was well aware that this wouldn't cover much of the creature, but it was still better than nothing!

Another slow step forward, glancing down at the damage, only one talon was covered in blood; that blood was beginning to... crystalize? The sight was actually rather beautiful—a large midnight blue claw covered in dark red blood that almost froze over as if it were only water. Qīnghuá slowly shook his head. It must be an ice dragon. He slowly covered the wound with his sage robes, flattening it as he pressed his hands onto the freezing talon.

The coldness sent a shiver down his spine, but he still channeled his spiritual energy into the beast to help it heal its wound. “ I know I can't help all that much, but I will… try? ” The sage robes are now a deep red, and under them he could feel the wound freeze over like a pond. The sensation was unnerving, and very unpleasant.. but he's helping! Somehow though, this situation felt familiar; it felt as if he'd done this before? All he'd ever done was care for small animals he stumbled across that were hurt if they weren't actively being hunted.. he'd never assisted a dragon.

He'd been so lost in focus that he didn't notice the large sapphire orb peering at him from right beside his head. As soon as he's snapped back into reality, he yelps in surprise, stumbling down to the ground with large eyes. Oh fuck I forgot how big it is. “ U—uhm? I can go now? I've done what I came to do! ” And with that, the brunet scrambles back to his feet, speeding away! There's no way he's getting eaten today.

With the comfort of no shuffling or stomping behind him, he assumed the dragon had potentially fallen asleep, or the dragon was staring at him while he scurried off like a frightened animal either way, he wouldn't have to deal with it again.. hopefully!

…

… Yeah, his luck is not that good

And of course, this thought was correct: quickly spinning on his heels, he's met with a man? His brows furrowed in confusion. This wasn't the dragon.. was it? Qīnghuá stood mid chest compared to this man! Navy silk robes hung loosely around his body, midnight blue scales hugging his cheekbones and then oddly throughout the rest of his body; a large tail dragged on the ground behind him; and a deep, almost black set of horns stuck out from his long, raven-colored hair. Shàng Qīnghuá's bloodied robe hanging from his arm.

The brunet was absolutely dumbfounded, his mouth open with the shock of the beauty of the man who stood in front of him. He seemed perfect — far too perfect! “ Who… Are you, exactly? ” The smaller man is frozen in place. The dragon seems amused by this response, brows raising and a small hum from his throat. This made Qīnghuá even more nervous, and he began to fidget with his hands. “ Should I know who you are? ”

This seems to get his attention, the previous amusement easily icing over. “ What do you mean? ” The man says, voice deep and.. annoyed? “ I don't know who you are? ” The dragon goes silent after this, brows pinched together in an emotion Shàng Qīnghuá couldn't decipher.

“ Do you really not remember me? ”

“No, I don't? ” This sentence hurts Qīnghuá to say, but he doesn't understand why. It felt as if his heart had been squeezed, and he could tell the dragon wasn't pleased either. His expression continued to grow darker. What was the brunet to do? If he didn't remember, he didn't remember, though he's sure he'd remember meeting a very handsome dragon.

“.. I am Mòběi—Jūn. ”

“ O — okay M — ”

“ You will refer to me as ‘ my king ’ ”

" Yes.. My king? ” The brunet lets out an awkward laugh, and Mòběi—Jūn's face seems to ease just the slightest bit of tension. Shàng Qīnghuá counts that as a win.

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It's happened again.

Her white paw reaches across her pink sheets only to find fur, someone else was in her bed. Before she could react, before she could even open her eyes she was flipped onto her back, a heavy weight keeping her glued to the bed. Even once she was able to open her eyes nothing was there.. Her vision is still black. She wanted to scream in panic, her whole body going numb. “W..Who’s there?”

Why did she even ask.. She knew very well who’d broken into her room. She knew who’d yet again taken her privacy away.

“Don’t be stupid, bunny.”

Folly taunted from above her, only solidifying her need for panic.. chuckling as she felt Melanie’s entire body tense, her smaller frame beginning to shake uncontrollably. “ My my .. I’ve missed the way you try to hide from me.” Folly’s sharp claws scratched along the side of her head, the smaller woman continuing to try to shrink away.

Her hand slowly trailed to Melanie’s throat, and despite her lack of needing to breathe.. She found herself wrapping her large hand around her whole throat with ease, nails digging into the back of the bunny’s neck. She needed to make her bleed. She needed to see that white fur stained with blood.

Melanie let out a noise.. Similar to that of a moan as she squirmed under the larger creature. “Stop..” She pleaded, her small paws trying to fight against the strength of Folly, but.. To no avail. Melanie’s body felt hot, her brain ceasing to function properly as Folly’s nails dug deeper into her skin. “Give in, bunny.” Folly purred from above, slowly moving the blindfold off of Melanie’s bright pink screen. “I know you want this as much as I do.”

The hand that was on her neck was slid down to her sternum, Folly’s hand resting on it, her other hand reaching between Melanie’s legs. She didn't bother asking before she rammed her fingers deep into Melanie’s pussy. “You’re so easy.. You didn’t even wake up when I walked into your room.”

Melanie’s body was on fire, she didn’t even notice her body had been claimed.. A fresh cut from her sternum all the way to the bottom of her stomach. She didn’t have a moment to focus, her body bloody and tingling.. “Folly” She gasped, the way she moaned felt so humiliating, she'd never heard herself like this and yet she couldn’t focus on anything but her own moans due to Folly’s silence. “O-oh god!”

Melanie’s body started to shake as she reached her climax, Folly tugging her ears so she could see her body stained with blood. She came.. Staring at her own bloodstained body.

As Melanie started to sob she freed her ears, her head falling back, her body limp. “I hate you..” Folly hummed, adjusting the bunny's body for her, wrapping her large arms around her waist, almost creating a protective barrier around Melanie’s body. “I know you want to hate me, but your body says otherwise.” She paused. “Your dreams as well.”

Melanie curled herself into a smaller ball, she almost wished she could have fought back but Folly was right. She wanted it. She loved Folly despite everything she put her through. “You disgust me.”

Folly smiled as she pet the top of Melanie's head. “And you’ll beg for me tomorrow.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bunny.”

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