『White Calamity』

Ao Bimei’s visage betrayed a momentary surprise before their features split into a grin which seemed more predatory than glad. Their hips pause in their action - a momentary reprieve, for both Bai Wuxiang and themselves - as they leant over and, shameless as they always had been, carefully licked deep into his mouth. 

A smirk played upon their features as they sat back on their haunches, grinning widely as they looked down at their partner. Was it a satisfying enough kiss for him? It mattered not if it was not - they pouted at the mere thought of being denied what they desired, and it would serve him right for being so rude! 

Although there would be time aplenty to kiss him - leisurely as a pair of lovers if he so desired - when they were done, they barely caught themselves. This was yet another opportunity to tease Bai Wuxiang, and it would be terribly remiss to allow such a golden opportunity to slip past their fingers. 

“You prove yourself a good, obedient boy when given in to carnal pleasures,” they chose their words carefully, deciding upon those which surely would bring the greatest reaction as they spoke, “that I am moved to give you another kiss if you so desire. A proper one. All you need do is ask once more.”

And while they had allowed it to go unspoken for the moment, their sharp ears certainly had caught that exhale of wonderment. It pleased them beyond words could describe, to see him flushed and breathless both, in such admiration of their skill and beauty that he could not help but allow thoughts slip from his lips. 

Ah, it was a sweet feeling indeed. 

They were - moved, perhaps - as they leant down to gently push the hair from his temple and kissed him softly there. 

“There is no shame in demanding what you desire, Bai Wuxiang. Certainly when what you desire is one so beautiful.”

Ao Bimei leaning down was all the opportunity he needed. Any more words would simply leave room for the dragon to tease him further and he was simply not having more of that at the moment. There were many ways to ‘demand’ things, and so his free hand pulls Ao Bimei down with just enough force that their lips meet properly again.

When was the last time he had kissed someone?

Surely, back--

He chases away his past again by leaning up deeper into this kiss. Forget about that, such naive and romantic moments had proven to be nothing but heartbreak in the end.

And yet he couldn’t demand much of Ao Bimei. For a fleeting moment he wanted to demand the dragon not leave his side, even though they’d just met, but remembered the original plan. They were, and would remain, disposable.

He breathes out again, no words filling the gaps between pants and moans or the sound of skin against skin. What a filthy, disgusting noise... He’ll make them pay later for this mess, for teasing him, for -- his train of thought is once again derailed by a bolt of pleasure. 

Liuhai sprawled out more fully, kicking aside something that had once stood upright with a leg. He waited contentedly inside the little shrine like this. Eyes roamed the interior lazily – it was tiny, very tiny, hardly enough room for even one person much less two. Not to mention that it was falling apart. No matter what effort Jun Wu exerted, it would still be in a pitiful state, even if it looked semi-decent.

The scent that floated back into the shrine through the drapes was rather nice. However, as he sprawled there, the demon continued to glance at the makeshift door. As someone who had once been royal himself… he doubted the other’s ability to cook. Nevermind being a prince, as an immortal who needn’t truly eat, what experience did either of them have in the act of cooking. Until relatively recent times, there had always been someone to do such things for them.

Even when he’d been knocked down to live as a human, Liuhai had never excelled or gotten particularly good at cooking. Therefore, even if it smelled nice, he’d still call – “Oi! What’re you making out there?”

He stood stirring the pot to ensure it didn’t burn, idly spooning up stew and letting it drip back into the pot every so often. If this didn’t chase the demon off he wasn’t entirely certain what would, but for now the plan was to annoy him into leaving.

That, and he had to buy himself some time to finish scouring his memory for this man’s face. Jun Wu had once prided himself on never forgetting a name or face but the past years had been difficult and, in the effort he’d made to separate even part of his spirit from his being, he’d left behind some parts deemed unimportant.

When Liuhai calls out to him he tilts his head back, “Stew, of course. It’s an easy thing to keep going over a stove for days, why would it not be stew?” He speaks as if it were perfectly normal for someone of his (former) stature to keep a perpetual stew going, flicking the ladle at the shrine.

The words which left Bai Wuxiang’s lips were intoxicating to them, and they wondered how many more times they could have him beg. Oh, it felt as if they never had fallen from the heavens at all. As if they had never lost in their fight against Irelia, and had never watched helplessly as their dragon spirit was sealed away, too far from their grasp to steal back, and too weak to once more cross blades with the bitch. 

Ao Bimei’s hands were gentle upon Bai Wuxiang’s cheeks as they cupped his face and softly pressed a kiss to his lips. As they pulled away, they smiled indulgently, for they were all too glad to fulfil his desires, and felt almost certain that, even without their saying it aloud, it was clear as day to the both of them. 

“How obedient of you,” they remarked, but there was no meanness in their tone. If anything, they grew just a little more breathless and just a little more flushed as their heart quickened and they braced themselves against Bai Wuxiang’s shoulders (of course, sneaking in yet another little touch, for his was a body they all too happily would worship). “You beg so prettily, I am almost tempted to make you beg once more.”

Yet they wondered if Bai Wuxiang might cast them aside in anger if they asked it of him once more (and besides, they themselves were growing impatient with the time that had passed), so it was with another quick peck to the cheek that they finally began to ride him in earnest, soft pants and groans escaping their bitten lips as they pressed their cheek to Bai Wuxiang’s own and - with a wicked grin - moaned. 

While perhaps a little more artless than intended, they nonetheless made up for it in the sounds which left their lips - loud, wanton moans and soft gasps which left nothing to the imagination. 

“Touch me,” Ao Bimei eventually whimpered, for as glad as they were to show off their prowess to their new companion, they too demanded attention of their own. 

At the suggestion he might be made to beg more Bai Wuxiang casts the dragon an indignant glare , though it does not last long as Ao Bimei proceeds to move their hips in an unforgiving rhythm that almost immediately shuts the calamity up.

Not that there was much room for talking between pants and ragged breaths. He was nowhere near as unreserved as the dragon; not sultry or enticing and simply doing his best to keep up, whatever that meant. Ever since his days as Wu Yong’s crown prince he could not stand to be outmatched and yet here he was. Utterly outmatched. 

For all his two-thousand years of existence he had not worn such an expression since his mortal years. He pushed that thought away quickly, thoughts of a particular eldest brother in cultivation had no place here before this gorgeous dragon.

“Haa... right.” How shameless to forget to appease his partner. Well he supposed he couldn’t be blamed with how breathless the performance was leaving him.

Why did he crave to pull them close and give the kisses he had so recently denied them? An exasperated sigh leaves his chest between gasps for breath and he uses one hand to take hold of Ao Bimei’s wrist and pull them close, his other hand reaching to give them the attention they whined for.

“...beautiful..” the word escapes him, but it’s suitable. The whole affair is messy, unrefined and yet Ao Bimei seems to make it an art (or perhaps it really had just been far too long for him...), especially how they moan louder and move in response to his strokes and attention, nevermind how he’s already growing so close--. 

Tailong’s leg bounced beneath the table as they waited for Jun Wu to praise them. Surely, it could not be so difficult! They were beautiful, frightening, strong, yet wonderfully soft all the same, were they not? And so, they watched, perhaps not with bated breath, but certainly in anticipation of what honeyed words might leave him. 

Yet Jun Wu’s praise was greater than anything they had expected. Indeed, they found themselves gaping as they stared, before finally feeling the slightest flush of warmth across their cheeks as they found themselves grinning. 

“I wouldn’t mind being friends, then!” It was hardly as if they lead the most social life, themselves.  

They tilted their head with a thoughtful hum, before finally saying, with a wink and a blown kiss, “I bet you don’t really get to go out too much. Want to go to the cinema after? I’ll make sure it’s just us.”

There was little doubt in Jun Wu’s mind that Tailong would readily buy out an entire theatre’s worth of tickets so they could have some peace and quiet. It had been quite some time since he’d gone anywhere but his own private theater and while he was sure the mafia lord might construe this as another ‘date’ of sorts, there was a simple pleasure in tucking into a bag of buttery popcorn and enjoying a show.

“Before I answer... can I ask you why you seem to care so much about my approval?” 

In his mind there was nothing Tailong couldn’t have, so what was it that made them bypass security to wind up in Jun Wu’s office? Obviously it was not simple anger that the CEO had barged in on them the week prior.

The demon poked his head inside the little shack, eyes wandering around the little shrine. Well… he wouldn’t mock his efforts, but living in a place like this, it was undeniably a pitiful downgrade from being the light of the heavens. It almost made Liuhai feel bad for Jun Wu.

Almost.

He was still bitter about being kicked out, even if it was over six-hundred years ago. – Liuhai stepped through the curtain fully, entering the cramped little space. With two people, it felt like there was hardly room to breathe, much less move around. …His curiosity certainly was satisfied, however, it was disappointing and the demon huffed. He dropped to take a seat.

Legs splayed out and propped back on one arm, he took up even more scare and drawled, “But this’ technically mine; it’s in my territory after all. I don’t think I have to leave if I don’t want to. –B’sides, ‘s boring bein’ alone all the time… and how could I ignore a guest like the former king of the heavens, huh?”

So, the demon Liuhai made himself comfortable on the floor. Slowly he lay on his side, one hand propping up his chin as he watched Jun Wu with a creeping smile.

“Ah, what do you mean alone? Surely a venerable demon king such as yourself must have plenty of people to spend time with.” A dry jab as the demon settles onto his floor with a smile. It’s more than a little frustrating but it would be useless to command the demon to leave -- such behaviour would likely only cause him to double down again.

With a half-hearted shrug Jun Wu relents. He turns to hang his hat carefully on the wall, exchanging it for a cord with which he quickly ties up his sleeves, a moment later tying his hair up into a high ponytail.

“Well then, it would be rude of me to not entertain my guest. It is about time I ate dinner, so why not wait there while I prepare it?” 

For a ghost, especially one whose current body was a construction with which to escape his seal, there was truly no need to eat. There was no need to taste if he chose not to, and so he could readily ‘enjoy’ any dish.

On the other hand there were many among ghosts and demons who were not so lucky to simply shut off senses at will and this was something Jun Wu planned to use to his advantage as he calmly stepped outside to where his makeshift ‘kitchen’ stood. Before long he had a fire started and water from a nearby well was brought to a boil. He simply had to pick out the finest ingredients for his guest.

Tailong, too, began to eat, although they could hardly say that their interest had not once more been piqued by Jun Wu’s admission. If they were one he treated exceptionally, then it only followed logically that, in his mind, they were an exceptional person. Ah, that certainly pleased them no end! 

Once more, they felt themselves relax (and not simply because of the wine). Reclining just a little bit more into their chair, they glanced upon the CEO. Oh, what they would give to know what he thought as he looked upon them! Of course, he had said that he found them beautiful (did not everyone who was capable of sight?), but he also had said aloud that he attended dinner with them moreso out of a sense of duty than desire… 

Ah, knowing him was vexing indeed!

Their lips curled into a coy smile as they glanced up at Jun Wu, pleased beyond words. 

“Tell me I’m special again?”

How amusing it was that Tailong could be so easily pleased. It would take nothing for Jun Wu to drip honeyed but empty words to flatter his business partner, yet that would be even more dishonest. Empty flattery was distasteful if it was unjustified.

“Of course,” he lowers his fork again. “Describing the nature of this is difficult in the face of one who simply blurts out whatever they’re feeling.”

Finding the words takes some time. He had already denied feeling that he’d forged a friendship with Tailong, let alone treating this as a ‘date’. Personal relationships were one of his failings; people always wanted something from him and always it had him on guard.

That’s it, that’s my post-canon JW’s motivation to try being a good person and start cultivating again. Spite. Spite and well, he kinda is working thru letting go of his grudges and anger... he has a lot of healing to do and he’s tripping all over it, but a good portion of it is ‘i can’t let someone do better than me’ to start.

Lips pulled into a frown, though he somehow held his tongue. At least I’ve built myself back up even after falling. What sort of god cannot do that?

A hand moved, the demon now stepping to the side with a slight bow, “Your majesty.”

Liuhai scoffed as he was told not to “track in any filth”, wiping his hands on his trousers again and patting off his clothing as if that would be good enough. In this manner, he followed after Jun Wu. He was almost curious to see what this former shrine looked like. If it was within his realm, then he could imagine that it was in quite a state, even if it had been fixed up somewhat. After all, this country had been abandoned for some eight-hundred years. Even if he had sat on this territory for most of his lifetime, he certainly hadn’t tended to anything aside from rebuilding his own palace.

It would be interesting to see just what this fallen king had done with the mess he’d found. – And when they reached it, and he saw, the demon let out a low whistle.

Well. He had to hand it to the other, he did manage to make something out of the overgrown little shrine… “Can you even fit anything in there? Looks small…”

“It may be small, but being built into the rockface means it has remained sturdy.” He refused to liken the small shrine to a cave, even when he had found it necessary to peel away much of the rotten wood and replace it. In the end mostly the stone foundation remained, coupled with some wood so overgrown he’d no way to pull it free without damaging the structure (and how he had tried! Oh, how he cursed and threatened the plants with fire before reluctantly accepting their presence).

He had managed to replace the door frame and though a heavy curtain hang in place of a proper door it didn’t look half bad, all things considered. Unless one were to consider the cultivator residing in the shrine had at one point been the emperor of the heavens themselves - if one took that into consideration, the whole affair seemed somewhat sad.

Jun Wu turns to Liuhai with a cold stare that dares the demon to mock his efforts. He steps over the threshold and holds the curtain open as an invitation, his eyes still glaring but a forced cordial smile upon his lips.

The inside of the shrine is clean - spotless, even - as if not a speck of dust dared to inhabit the same room as the heavenly emperor. The altar lay empty save for an iron incensory decorated with the motif of mountains and a phoenix perched upon the lid, the bird’s tail forming a handle. Aside from a lighter patch on the stonework there was no sign a divine statue had ever occupied the spot.

“Is your curiousity satisfied?” He questions dryly as he turns to retrieve the broom and sweep out the dirt that had just been tracked in. “It is not sizeable enough for two people, so if you are satisfied you can simply leave me be.”