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Xie Lian was walking through the bustling streets of Ghost City. Every ghost he came upon
waved madly at him and shouted their wares.
“Grand Uncle, I laid these eggs myself!”
“Grand Uncle, only the best noodles at my stall!”
“Grand Uncle, these peaches will melt your face off!”
Xie Lian nodded and smiled at each vendor’s call. He has already completed his shopping for the day. Inside his basket was a collection of vegetables that he had gotten a fervent promise were the “least cursed vegetables in all of Ghost City!”
He smiled at the thought.
Xie Lian often went on these walks to the market with Hua Cheng, but today he had been pulled away by business. There had been some squabble with the ghosts over who got access to the walnuts that grew in some graveyard or something similar. Xie Lian hoped that the issues would be settled by the time he arrived back home. He was going to make a vegetable stew for dinner.
He was still mulling over names for his future concoction when he arrived at the steps of Paradise Manor. Two veiled ghost attendants bowed to him before opening the large, golden doors. Xie Lian gave them both a nod of his head in thanks and walked inside.
“Dianxia!” Hua Cheng said loudly upon seeing Xie Lian enter. He dismissed the ghost attendant he had been talking to with an errant flick of his hand. The ghost attendant shuffled quickly backward out of the room, keeping its head bowed low the whole time.
Hua Cheng walked over to Xie Lian, his shoes clicking against the stone floor. He lightly grabbed Xie Lian’s face in his hands and placed a long, slow kiss on his lips. When they parted, Xie Lian gave a breathy laugh.
“I missed you, Gege.” Hua Cheng murmured, placing a kiss on Xie Lian’s forehead and pulling him into an embrace.
“I was only gone an hour.” Xie Lian chuckled into Hua Cheng’s chest and gave him an extra squeeze.
“It was forever!” Hua Cheng announced dramatically into the empty hall. Xie Lian chuckled but his heart squeezed a little at the thought. He tried to change the subject.
“Have you been practicing your calligraphy?” Xie Lian asked, breaking off the hug. Hua Cheng rolled his one visible eye.
“Yes, Gege.” He sounded a bit like a petulant child.
Xie Lian took Hua Cheng’s hand and led him over to the altar, where they had been practicing calligraphy earlier. Xie Lian set the basket of “least cursed” vegetables on the altar and picked up the most recent iteration. Hua Cheng hopped up to sit on the altar and crossed one leg over the other, staring down at Xie Lian with a tilted head.
“Am I improving, Gege?” Hua Cheng asked half-bored and half-teasing.
Xie Lian screwed up his face. The more Hua Cheng practiced, the more consistent the scratches and slashes on the page seemed to get. However, they never seemed to get any more legible. Xie Lian sighed.
“Don’t tell anyone that I am your teacher. They’ll never let me hear the end of it.” Xie Lian said despairingly.
“It’s not your fault I’m such a bad student.” Hua Cheng replied brightly.
Xie Lian flopped forward onto the altar and buried his face in his arms.
“Ugh, no student can be so unteachable. Maybe, I’m just bad at being a teacher. I’m bad at everything!”
Hua Cheng leaned forward and rubbed his back sympathetically.
“I think you’re good, Gege. I think you’re very good. The best.” Hua Cheng murmured.
“No, I’m bad. I’m very bad,” said Xie Lian petulantly. He stood up and lifted Hua Cheng’s crossed leg off the other. Hua Cheng’s eye widened at the motion before Xie Lian buried his face into his chest.
“Gege…”
“I’m the worst,” Xie Lian sighed into his embrace. Despite his despairing words, he felt warm and cherished in Hua Cheng’s embrace. He rubbed his face against Hua Cheng’s chest.
“I don’t know why you like such a bad god."
Hua Cheng seemed to be holding his breath. Since Hua Cheng was a ghost, he didn’t have a heartbeat. Xie Lian was, therefore, confused about the uncharacteristic silence. He looked up at Hua Cheng’s face but still didn’t get any clues as he was looking up at the ceiling.
“San Lang?”
“Gege… is… a very… bad boy.” Hua Cheng said in a reverent whisper. He glanced down nervously at Xie Lian to gauge his reaction.
“San Lang!” Xie Lian straightened up in shock. Hua Cheng refused to look at him, suddenly fiddling absently with the edge of one of the parchments on the altar. He cleared his throat trying to look nonchalant.
“Gege, I mean… uhm…” Hua Cheng continued to fiddle with the parchment, tearing it slightly. He chewed on his lip slightly.
“I mean… I would never… I mean… Your highness…”
No explanation seemed to be forthcoming. Hua Cheng had never been anything but complementary to Xie Lian. Xie Lian was still trying to capture the meaning of Hua Cheng’s outburst. For a ghost, he looked a bit sweaty.
His eyes lingered down his chest coming to rest on his groin.
“Oh! Oh!”
Hua Cheng's pants were tented by a straining erection.
Xie Lian suddenly felt a bit flustered and didn’t know where to place his hands. He oscillated quickly between his face and Hua Cheng’s chest.
Seeing his agitation, Hua Cheng chuckled softly and sighed. He grabbed Xie Lian’s hands and said softly, “It’s okay, Gege. I’ll be alright. I didn’t mean to shock you.”
“San Lang…” Xie Lian saw a faint blush blooming on Hua Cheng’s cheeks but he still refused to look him in the eyes and was instead staring down at their hands.
Xie Lian wanted to look at Hua Cheng’s face and gently pulled his hands out of Hua Cheng’s grip.
Hua Cheng quickly crossed his arms in front of himself. He looked over at the basket and then coughed lightly into one hand.
“So, uh, what did you find at the market today?”
Xie Lian, however, was not about to let him change the subject. He grabbed Hua Cheng’s face gently with his hands and turned it to face him.
“San Lang… you want me to be…bad?” Xie Lian said experimentally.
Hua Cheng opened his mouth but all that came out was a slight choking sound. His eye was frozen staring into Xie Lian’s face. His mouth opened and shut several times without any further words escaping.
Egged on by Hua Cheng’s expression, Xie Lian let his hand drift down slightly to Hua Cheng’s throat. He stroked Hua Cheng’s Adam’s apple experimentally.
“Like this?” Xie Lian whispered. Hua Cheng swallowed loudly from beneath his hand but could form no reply.
Xie Lian decided to be even bolder. He leaned in as if to kiss Hua Cheng but stopped several millimeters away. He could feel Hua Cheng’s warm, and slightly ragged, breath coming out against his lips.
“What should I do next?” Xie Lian whispered. Hua Cheng shuddered beneath him.
Tentatively, Xie Lian reached forward with his other hand and cupped the budge in Hua Cheng’s pants. Hua Cheng's gasp was cut off by Xie Lian leaning in and capturing his lips with his own.
With one hand gently grasping his throat, Xie Lian started to gently grope and tease the front of Hua Cheng’s pants. Hua Cheng groaned into Xie Lian’s mouth. His hands gripped the edges of the altar.
Xie Lian broke the kiss to look at Hua Cheng again. His shining eye was staring at Xie Lian. The blush on his cheeks was beginning to spread down his neck. His lips looked swollen from just being kissed and quivered with his panting breath.
Xie Lian pressed forward until the straining front of his pants was brushing up against Hua Cheng’s. He rubbed their bodies together, making Hua Cheng shudder.
“Is this what you want, San Lang?” whispered Xie Lian.
Hua Cheng spoke in a choked whisper, “Yes.”
Xie Lian smiled and began kissing down Hua Cheng’s throat. His hands reached out and undid the front of his robes. He continued kissing his way down the solid front of Hua Cheng’s chest. He let his tongue dance lightly over Hua Cheng’s stomach and felt as he let out a shuddering breath.
“San Lang?” Xie Lian teased while playing with the waistband of Hua Cheng’s pants. Hua Cheng had been watching while Xie Lian had been kissing his bare chest and it seemed to take a great effort for him to formulate a reply.
“Don’t… stop…” Hua Cheng pleaded.
Xie Lian smiled wickedly and began undoing the ties of his pants. Hua Cheng’s cock sprang free into Xie Lian’s eager hands. He leaned forward and placed his mouth around Hua Cheng’s straining cock and began to suck and lick the tip as his hands caressed and stroked the base.
Hua Cheng gripped the edge of the altar and quivered and moaned under his attentions. Finally, he gasped loudly, and hot cum pulsed into Xie Lian’s mouth. Xie Lian swallowed loudly and looked up at Hua Cheng, smiling softly. Hua Cheng was leaning back and panting softly with a faint blush covering his face and chest.
Xie Lian thought he looked rather cute like this.
Xie Lian stood up and undid the front of his robes. He then reached forward and snaked his hands into Hua Cheng’s robes, encircling him and pressing their naked chests against each other. He leaned in and began kissing Hua Cheng anew. Hua Cheng sighed into his mouth.
“Maybe you’re a bad influence on me.” Xie Lian teased.
“Gege…” Hua Cheng breathed.
Xie Lian responded by grabbing his hands and pressing him gently down onto the altar. He then pressed Hua Cheng’s hands down above his head, pinning him there.
“San Lang…” Xie Lian whispered into his ear as he began to kiss and suck his neck.
Hua Cheng sighed beneath him, arching his back slightly to press into Xie Lian. Xie Lian released one of his hands and used it to cup Hua Cheng’s side, supporting him while pressing into him.
“Do you think I’m bad?” Xie Lian whispered into Hua Cheng’s ear, taking a moment to nibble lightly on his earlobe. Hua Cheng moaned in response.
With his back arched, his aching erection rubbed against the front of Xie Lian’s straining pants. Xie Lian responded unconsciously by grinding against Hua Cheng in reply. Hua Cheng struggled lightly against the hand that still held his hands together above him.
“Is it uncomfortable, San Lang?” Xie Lian asked suddenly worried the angle would hurt Hua Cheng’s shoulders.
“It’s torture.” Hua Cheng moaned.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Let me just-“ Xie Lian made to let go of Hua Cheng’s hands and pulled back slightly.
“Take… your pants… off!” Hua Cheng demanded.
“Oh!”
Xie Lian recovered a moment and then smiled and leaned back in to kiss Hua Cheng deeply.
He resumed holding Hua Cheng’s hands above his head and made no motions towards disrobing himself. He tauntingly rubbed the front of his pants against Hua Cheng’s erection. Xie Lian couldn’t help but think this was payback for the agitation of the ghosts.
“Please,” gasped Hua Cheng.
Xie Lian smiled and broke away just long enough to reach down and release his erection from his pants with one hand. He recaptured Hua Cheng’s lips, luxuriating in the smooth glide of their tongues against each other.
This time when he pressed forward, their cocks slid against each other unhindered. Hua Cheng gasped at the contact and jolted as he came, his cock twitching against Xie Lian’s. The warm wetness on Xie Lian’s stomach made him feel electric and powerful.
Xie Lian released Hua Cheng’s hands and began stroking and gripping up and down along his body. Hua Cheng lay there panting weakly as he was coming down from his high.
Xie Lian wanted more from him.
“Tired already?” Xie Lian spoke into Hua Cheng’s collarbone where he was kissing and nipping lightly.
Hua Cheng panted for a moment longer.
“Never.”
He lightly pushed Xie Lian backward and used the space to flip over on the altar. The pens had already been scattered and a couple rolled off the altar and made hollow *tink* noises as they hit the floor one by one. Hua Cheng leaned over in a similar posture to Xie Lian’s display earlier when he bemoaned Hua Cheng’s calligraphy.
Xie Lian gaped slightly at the scene. Hua Cheng’s bare ass was on display for all to see. It was lightly pink and its taunt curves blended smoothly down into his firm thighs and legs. He had lifted his shirt slightly and the languid line of his back was visible. The dimples on his lower back looked like they had been perfectly placed for Xie Lian’s thumbs to hold onto.
Hua Cheng turned around slightly from where he lay to look back at Xie Lian. Seeing his face, he smirked slightly and shook his ass playfully.
“Like what you see?”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian sighed and leaned forward, taking the opportunity to feel up the line of Hua Cheng’s body, starting from the upper thighs and gliding up to embrace his chest from behind.
Hua Cheng twisted slightly and offered up his face to Xie Lian who gladly accepted it, kissing him thoroughly as he pressed his body against his own.
Xie Lian’s erection was grinding against the cleft of Hua Cheng’s ass and the feel of it was making him shudder. Hua Cheng grasped one of Xie Lian’s hands which had been toying with one of his nipples and brought it up to his mouth. Xie Lian had been expecting Hua Cheng to give it a chaise peck but instead, he gasped as Hua Cheng put two of his fingers into his mouth and began to suck on them. He shuddered lightly at the feeling of Hua Cheng’s warm, wet tongue against his fingers.
Hua Cheng looked him in the eyes as he brought Xie Lian’s damp fingers behind him to the cleft of his ass. Xie Lian nodded in assent and began massaging lightly Hua Cheng’s opening with his fingers. Hua Cheng turned back around and panted as Xie Lian first inserted one tentative finger, then another, then another.
Xie Lian massaged the opening for a moment longer before leaning in and brushing his lips against Hua Cheng’s shoulder.
“Ready?” Xie Lian asked against his skin.
Hua Cheng panted for a moment and then nodded, casting a shy glance toward Xie Lian. Xie Lian carefully extracted his fingers and gripped his erection with one hand.
After a careful moment of thought, Xie Lian separated from Hua Cheng for a second.
“Where are you going??” Hua Cheng was baffled by the sudden loss of contact. He sounded impatient.
“One minute. Hmm. Aha!” Xie Lian brandished the small bottle he had found nearby. The clear viscous liquid was visible inside the bottle.
“Ah, you didn’t want- ah!” Hua Cheng looked touched and soft.
And maybe perhaps… disappointed.
Xie Lian returned to the altar and kissed Hua Cheng lightly on the lips before searching his face.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Xie Lian said a bit confused.
“Anything you did, Gege, would be alright. I know you could never hurt me.” Hua Cheng took Xie Lian’s face in his hands and stroked it lightly before kissing him. Xie Lian was starting to melt into his hands, when suddenly Hua Cheng broke off the kiss again. He had a slightly wicked look in his eye again.
“But maybe… just a little bit… would be alright…”
Hua Cheng took the vial out of Xie Lian’s hands and placed it on the altar. He then got down on his knees and took Xie Lian’s erection into his mouth.
Xie Lian gasped at his boldness and then moaned at the feel of Hua Cheng’s warm mouth on him. Hua Cheng took him deep inside his mouth until Xie Lian could feel the back of his mouth. Xie Lian’s eyes fluttered shut but Hua Cheng had already let him go.
“What-“
“Now you’re ready.”
Hua Cheng stood up and gave him a peck on the lips before bending over the altar once more. Xie Lian’s head was still whirring so it took him a moment of staring once again at Hua Cheng’s bare ass to capture his meaning. He stood there panting slightly as he waited for his mind to catch up.
“San Lang-“
“Hurt me, Gege. Be my bad boy.” Hua Cheng whispered playfully.
He reached back and pulled Xie Lian in to cover him from behind. Xie Lian leaned in to kiss him softly. His now wet erection rubbed against Hua Cheng’s ass and he groaned into his mouth.
“Okay,” Xie Lian panted.
He took the opportunity to press Hua Cheng onto the table so that his taunt ass was now pointed slightly upwards. Hua Cheng panted slightly with his face pressed against the altar.
Xie Lian grasped his erection and placed it again on Hua Cheng’s opening and began pressing forward. They both hissed at the slightly pleasurable and slightly uncomfortable sensation. When Xie Lian had pressed to the hilt, he found his mind sliding quickly between the sensation of Hua Cheng’s tight body around him and slight concern over his welfare.
Xie Lian panted, “San Lang are you-“
“Keep going.” Hua Cheng moaned against the table, pressing backward slightly against Xie Lian.
That was all the encouragement that Xie Lian needed and he started thrusting into Hua Cheng.
The feeling was amazing: Hua Cheng was warm and tight and panting beneath him. The powerful feeling of control as he set the pace of Hua Cheng’s gasps. His hands fit perfectly around Hua Cheng’s waist and his thumbs rubbed little circles into the dimples in his back. The sight of him laid out before him was almost more than he could handle.
“Gege!” Hua Cheng gasped as he came once again.
Xie Lian couldn’t handle much more and the feel of Hua Cheng twitching below him was enough to send him over the edge. He came hard and deep within Hua Cheng.
He collapsed forward onto Hua Cheng and relished the feeling of him panting below him. He embraced him and they lay atop the altar for several moments, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies.
“So, you like it when I’m a bad boy, San Lang?” Xie Lian asked contently in Hua Cheng’s ear.
“Dianxia, I’ll take your everything. The good and the bad.” Hua Cheng sighed dreamily.
“I love you, San Lang.”
“I love you, Gege.”
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Later, that evening they shared the “least cursed” vegetable stew (though anyone who had seen it would say that it had been re-cursed.)
Xie Lian called it Cherished Delinquency Stew. <3