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“Let me handle this,” He hears Luo Binghe mumble to - someone, he doesn’t exactly know who. He can’t think of anything right now, not when his heart is beating out of his chest and the delirium from the Water Prison is getting to him. He feels doused in cold water as the door to the Water Prison closes once more with a loud creak, tamping down the urge to scream bloody murder for help.
Fuck, fuck fuck! Shen Qingqiu internally screamed, his nails digging into his palms as he squirms against the Immortal Binding Cables. This is it. This is the day that I die. Goodbye, limbs.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe purrs, and the phantom sound of his even footsteps echoing towards him contrasts with his breathing, shaky and weak and scared. The original goods would never, but he’s also very much about to fucking die and any care he has in him about OOCness can go fuck itself if it hasn’t died a long time ago.
System! He screams internally, despite having no trust for it whatsoever. A little help here? I'm about to fucking die!
His breath hitches as Binghe stands in front of him, his frame towering. He keeps his eyes trained on the ground, trying not to shift uncomfortably as the hard, rigged ground digs into his knees. A cold chill runs down his spine as Luo Binghe grasps his shoulder, the touch light yet very, very much screams ‘I’m going to rip your arm off and you can do nothing about it.’
[Would you like a scenario pusher?] Came the robotic voice, and Shen Qingqiu felt himself sag a little with relief. Yes! Fuck. Yes! Dread fills his body once again, however, when he sees the protagonist bend down to his level, surveying him like one would a stray kitten.
[Dread won't be the only thing filling you, Host!]
...
What the fuck is that supposed to mean!
“Shizun,” His disciple calls once again, his fingertips trailing towards his left arm. He jerks at the motion, flinching away. The gentleness of it is erased as Luo Binghe grasps his arm once again, the grip tight enough to bruise, to burn.
What the fuck! Is the scenario pusher a fast foward to my fucking doom? He closes his eyes shut, bracing for impact when -
Literal sparks burst in his eyes as Luo Binghe pins him to the pillar in a quick, smooth motion, the Immortal Binding Cables falling down with a quick swoop of Xin Mo. He lets out a yelp as his back slams to the pillar he's tied to, Luo Binghe's bruising grip on his arm - on his neck, now - smashing his head into the hard surface.
"Did Shizun miss this disciple?" Luo Binghe asks, his tone light and conversational. Shen Qingqiu shivers as he feels the cool, metal touch of a dagger to his neck, cold beads of sweat running down his face. "This disciple is so happy to see Shizun once again. He can only hope that his longing is reciprocated,"
Longing my ass! Shen Qingqiu bit his lip, stifling a whimper. The protagonist sighs as he grips Shen Qingqiu's jaw, forcing him to look at his eyes, cruel and unforgiving. Longing to kill me, you mean?
"Will Shizun not even say anything to this disciple, after so long of a separation?" Luo Binghe pouted, trailing the dagger closer to his skin. Shen Qingqiu swallows as he feels blood trail down to his chest, summoning his voice to the best of his abilities when the blade finally, finally leaves his neck and clatters next to him.
"Binghe," He tries, his voice broken and weak. He thinks he hears the other's breath hitch, but any contemplation about that is erased from his mind as Luo Binghe's hand trails downward, right at- at!
Shen Qingqiu's face blanches as he feels literal fucking tears spring to his eyes. This wasn't mentioned in the novel! Was the original good's dick ripped off, too, or is he getting a Special Offer from the stupid fucking System-
"No, Binghe, please-"
Luo Binghe, "This disciple does not know of Shizun's true intentions," His other hand leaves his skin gently, far too gently. His muscles are bound tight with tension as he feels the other's fingers trail right to his mouth after a moment of tense, thick silence, wet and sticky with blood. Through it all, he kept his eyes shut, both in fear and in a very sincere feeling of what the fuck. "But this Binghe is willing to set our misunderstandings aside if Shizun is willing to do him a favor."
"Mph!" He whimpers, pressing his mouth tightly shut. He doesn't need any more of the other's Torture Blood, thank you very much! Luo Binghe tuts at the action, pinching his cheeks between his thumb and pinky until his grip is so tight that Shen Qingqiu's mouth is forced open. He grimaces at the metallic taste of blood, panting.
"This Binghe is willing to take what he wants. However," Luo Binghe continues, his voice calm even as his hand cups Shen Qingqiu's clothed cock, palming it in a repetitive, almost pleasurable motion. "This one will make sure that Shizun will feel only pleasure along the way."
...Pleasurable...
It clicks in his brain at the same time Luo Binghe presses the sharp edge of the knife to the fabric covering his chest, ripping the material in a quick, smooth slide of cold metal.
...Oh no.
"Luo Binghe-" He tries, an embarrassing squeak leaving his mouth as his clothing is ripped to shreds, his nipples stinging against the cool air. Warm, wandering hands soon engulf him, a clever tongue working its way on Shen Qingqiu's jaw and his neck, sharp teeth nibbling at his shoulder until he draws blood. Shen Qingqiu is left panting through it all, eyes and mind hazy as a fast thrum of pleasure hits him, his cock swelling against the cool, open air.
"Ah, Shizun," Luo Binghe purrs, his other hand fiddling at his rim, wet with lubricant or, more likely - Shen Qingqiu shivers - blood. He tries to close his legs but to no avail; Luo Binghe's pinning his thigh to the ground so hard it hurts and he can't - he can't move.
He heaves a panicked shout as two fingers enter him, plunging into him and spreading against his tight rim. It's fucking inexperienced, (Where did the 300-harem-members-fucker go!) and he has half the mind to know that it's supposed to hurt, but it feels nothing but pleasurable as a tingling sensation starts on his lower half, making him clench on his disciple's fingers. "Did Liu Qingge touch you like this when I was gone? That brute certainly wanted to."
"You!-"
"Shizun." Shen Qingqiu clamps his mouth shut after hearing the warning in Luo Binghe's voice. "Does it hurt?"
It does, in a way. Fucking hell, it does but it's also so good and Shen Qingqiu can't think straight.
[For once, Host is being honest with himself!]
Ignoring the robotic voice, he manages a tearful nod, to which curiously, Luo Binghe continues with gentler motions. He doesn't mean to but he eyes where Luo Binghe is almost straddling him, looking at his - very much big, Absolute Unit Heavenly Demon Pillar that's also very much hard.
Shen Qingqiu clamps down on his disciple's fingers once again, the fear trickling into arousal bit by bit. He doesn't notice the way Luo Binghe looks at him - the want, the lust, the confusion and fear.
"Binghe, please..."
"Shizun," Luo Binghe whispered, his hand grasping Shen Qingqiu's cheek in a rare moment of tenderness. He leans against the touch despite himself, craving any contact. "May I kiss you?"
He blinks, slowly, and looks at his disciple's face. At Luo Binghe's face. He's still as stupidly and unfairly handsome as before, if not more. He wants to - he can't, but he wants to.
"Shizu- mph!" Shen Qingqiu kisses him. By the fucking gods, it's so good and he can't get enough. Luo Binghe tightens his grip on his face, shock won over by his primal instinct to take. His tongue delves into Shen Qingqiu's own, mingling until they have to pull away to breathe.
Shen Qingqiu buries his face in Luo Binghe's shoulder, biting the silk material of his robes in favor of muffling the, frankly, embarrassing sounds coming out of him. The other lets him, but fastens his pace, preparing him quickly. He utters a yelp as Luo Binghe pulls out, and watches with a fascinated hunger as the other gets out of his clothes.
"Big," He exhales, a drunken flush forming on his cheeks. Luo Binghe's lips quirk up at the comment, and Shen Qingqiu represses a whine when he's faced with the head of his - pretty fucking big, indeed - cock.
"Suck," Luo Binghe commanded, taking a hold of his cock and slapping it none too gently on Shen Qingqiu's face. It's indecent and shameless but fuck, if it didn't make his cock twitch.
He licks over the tip of it experimentally, and it tastes - sweet, not bitter like he expected. He sucks the very head of it, swirling his tongue around the slit as he licks up the bits of come there, unfairly saccharine. He knows fuck all about sucking someone off, but judging by Luo Binghe's tightening grip on his hair, he can't be doing that bad.
He sucks a little more of it into his mouth, bobbing his head, reminiscing about the endless papapa scenes in PIDW and wishing that he didn't skip at least one of them for (still shitty!) reference. He tries to take in more but he can't - it's too big, too thick, and frustrated tears soon drip down his cheeks.
"Aw, Shizun," Luo Binghe snarls, but he sounds as breathless as Shen Qingqiu feels. "Need a little help?"
He tries a careful nod, tearfully looking up at him through his lashes. Luo Binghe's gaze softens for a fleeting moment before it's replaced once again with something hungry, and before he knows it the other is yanking on his hair, forcing his tiny mouth to hollow and fit what he can of Binghe's girth even when he choked and sputtered. It's next to impossible, but he makes do with jerking off the remaining half, swirling his tongue around what he can as he cries prettily, rutting against the ground.
"Shizun," Luo Binghe says, pulling Shen Qingqiu's mouth off of his cock. He whines at the loss, trying to nuzzle his face closer but to no avail. When he comes to, Luo Binghe is spreading his legs with renewed vigor, half-pinning him to the pillar. His moan reverberates around the prison once Luo Binghe thrusts in without a warning and it hurts but it's good and tantalizing in a way Shen Qingqiu has never felt before.
"So tight," Luo Binghe mutters, as if lost in thought. He spreads his legs to the point of it being painful, watching with morbid fascination as the rim of Shen Qingqiu's hole clenches and refuses to let go of his cock with each thrust. "Shizun, have you never really done it before?"
"Shameless!" Shen Qingqiu trembles against his persistent touches. "Of course not."
"Really?" Luo Binghe stops his ministrations, disbelief clear in his voice. "That brute-"
"Your shishu."
"That brute didn't get to you first." Shen Qingqiu is torn between laughing and crying at the sheer glee in Luo Binghe's voice. Seriously? "This Binghe is so lucky to be Shizun's first!" He thrusts in with a renewed vigor, eagerly devouring Shen Qingqiu's lips.
"Binghe! Hng," Shen Qingqiu gasps when they pull away, as Luo Binghe places marks all over his jaw, his chest. "H-"
"Yes, Shizun?" Luo Binghe teases, easing his cock in and out of him leisurely. "What does Shizun want?"
"Harder," He moans, clenching at the length inside of him. His mouth goes slack on a silent scream as the other plows in, and despite the broken rhythm it has Shen Qingqiu writhing in pleasure as his cock fills every crevice of him, making him feel so full.
He wants - he needs to come, he can feel it coming but he can't. There's something preventing him from doing so, even when his cock throbs against Luo Binghe's abdomen and smears spurts of his release there. He feels broken, churned to mush by the cock inside of him as it turns him into a mindless, begging heap on the floor.
"Binghe," He pleads, his nails digging into his shoulders as the other fastens his pace, clearly seeking for release. "Please-"
"Has Shizun earned it?" Luo Binghe nibbles his ear, taking a break from marking him. "This Binghe thought Shizun had a lot of explaining to do, and he has given none so far. This disciple has been so generous with treating his Shizun, but Shizun hasn’t even looked at him once without coaxing.”
"Binghe," He grinds himself down on the other's cock, mumbling please, let me like a mantra, and gathering all of his courage, he stares up at his disciple, a clear flush on his cheeks. It draws a hiss out of Luo Binghe, and he stops, for a moment, pulling back to survey Shen Qingqiu's face.
"Mh?" Shen Qingqiu whines at the loss, eyes half-lidded as he stared into Luo Binghe's. He doesn't have any more time to complain, however, as Luo Binghe plunges into him again - and finally, finally, he releases all over their bodies with a surprised shout.
But - but even then, Luo Binghe keeps going, chasing his own release. Shen Qingqiu is left scrambling, trying to push away from the overstimulation, but Luo Binghe won't let him. His grip on his waist prevents him from moving, even when the pleasure is so much it turns into pain and Shen Qingqiu is left boneless, only able to take it.
"You can struggle all you want, Shizun," Luo Binghe says, tightening his grip. "This is one will make sure that Shizun will come as many times as he pleases."
Luo Binghe grits his teeth as he maneuvers Shen Qingqiu's body, laying him down on the cold floor. A chill runs down Shen Qingqiu's spine, but it matters little as Luo Binghe fucks him with no rhyme or rhythm whatsoever, yanking him onto his cock to chase his own pleasure.
"Aw," Luo Binghe exhales, snapping his hips forward so hard Shen Qingqiu is forced to bite his lip to keep off a wail as he comes once again, spent cock dribbling release. "Is it too much, Shizun?"
"Binghe! No more, ple- ah!"
"You're still coherent enough to speak, Shizun," He murmurs, and with a flick of his wrist the blood inside of him becomes alive again, spreading pleasurable sparks through every inch of him. "Let this one fix that."
It is then that Shen Qingqiu loses all track of time, drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness. He comes back to the world of the living only when Luo Binghe releases inside of him, his come filling him up until he can physically see a bump distended in his stomach.
"Look at how well you took me, Shizun," Luo Binghe murmurs, going back to marking him up with mean bites and kisses. He grabs Shen Qingqiu's hand and puts it on his stomach, pressing it hard against the surface until he can feel the outline of Luo Binghe's cock inside of him.
"Fuck," He whispers. Luo Binghe ruts back into him, and he groans as he feels the excessive come drip down his thighs. ...What a waste, he thinks, then catches himself. What waste! Luo Binghe, your shamelessness is really contagious!
"Shizun must be tired," Luo Binghe says, fishing out something from his discarded robes. He pulls out, smiling at the distressed mewl that came out of Shen Qingqiu. He presses a hand on Shen Qingqiu's stomach, pinning him to the floor has he inserts an imitation pillar about half the size of his cock. Shen Qingqiu can't help but buck into it nonetheless, thankful that Luo Binghe's come was going to stay in him. "This one will make sure Shizun is safe. Just sleep, Shizun - this Binghe will still be here when you wake."
Shen Qingqiu is. He's tired - was tired, of the heaviness weighing on him because of the guilt, and, well, the impending doom of having a Heavenly Demon that was once your disciple destined to cut your limbs off. For the first time, he feels weightless enough. He feels...safe.
"I know," Shen Qingqiu says, like an afterthought, and falls asleep.
For the first time in 3 years, Luo Binghe is there to catch him.