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Qing Jing Peak had a pest problem - a pest called Luo Binghe.

To be exact, two pests called Luo Binghe. 

One, Shen Qingqiu was used to dealing with.  He could handle his sticky husband draping himself over Shen Qingqiu’s back, heedless of brushes full of ink, or the thrumming of guqin strings. He could deal with the crocodile tears, and constant need for attention. 

But he had absolutely no desire to have any similar familiarity with his husband’s doppelganger, crashing their house at all hours, looking for a fight!  He’d come to the conclusion that life as a Sovereign Demon Ruler with countless wives and concubines must be very boring, because Bing-ge kept dropping by to be entertained!  His matches with Shen Qingqiu’s own Bing-mei had long since lost their urgent battle-to-the-death air – instead, he was pretty sure both Luo Binghe’s were just enjoying the novelty of being able to fight someone at their full strength. 

It was all very well to have a hobby, but why did Shen Qingqiu’s husband have such a troublesome one!?  Was it really necessary for Shen Qingqiu’s sleep to be disrupted, his snacks wantonly spoiled, his tea most tragically spilt – in short, to have his home repeatedly trashed? Not even out of malicious intent, but just as collateral damage!  Holes in the roof of the bamboo hut were just the beginning of it! He’d had to order re-plantings of bamboo no less than five times!  The Music Pavilion had had to be completely rebuilt!  Luo Binghe had let the congee pot get burnt.

It had taken him forever to soothe his husband’s remorseful tears (real ones!) over that.

Enough was enough! 

Yue Qingyuan kindly agreed to babysit Qing Jing Peak for the time being, just in case. Shen Qingqiu very loudly and ostentatiously departed in full train with his husband back to the palace in the Demon Realm, with its stony fortifications and layers of spelled protections – enough that his husband might even consent to leave Shen Qingqiu to nap in peaceful solitude there, away from mutually belligerent Luo Binghe’s.

He kissed his husband’s cheek, and said pointedly, “This master is going into ‘seclusion’. Right now.”

Luo Binghe nodded abjectly. “Yes, Shizun.”  But as he activated the defensive arrays on his way out of their chambers, there was a certain carefree gleam in his husband’s eyes that let Shen Qingqiu sink luxuriantly into their bed completely free of any guilt.  No explosions! No screeching clashes with Xin Mo! No screaming disciples!  Just sweet silence!

He abandoned himself to the deepest sleep he’d had in months.

He woke to the mattress dipping down by his side.  His husband was looking down at him, seated on the edge of their bed.  His beautifully long-fingered hand lay braced on the mattress in front of Shen Qingqiu. The smooth pearl-like perfection of his skin was only accentuated by the now-familiar scar.  Even now, the memory of attacking his husband made something in Shen Qingqiu’s heart twinge - he rolled over onto his stomach to press his lips to that old wound. Binghe’s hand was still slightly damp, with the light scent of herb-spiked soap.  The clash with Bing-ge had been vigorous enough to require a bath, it would seem.

“A good fight?” Shen Qingqiu asked.

Luo Binghe lowered his lashes. “A long and arduous battle, but this disciple managed to emerge victorious.”

Shen Qingqiu snorted drowsily.

 Luo Binghe’s thumb caressed the bottom of his master’s lip.  “Shizun doubts his disciple?”

Shen Qingqiu yawned, letting that thumb slip into his mouth.  His tongue flicked teasingly against the tip of the calloused digit as he spoke. “You’re too evenly matched. I don’t think a victor would be clear, even if one of you managed to kill the other.”

There was a certain edge to Luo Binghe’s next question, though he asked it with a deceptively idle air. “Would Shizun like that other Luo Binghe to die for what he did to you?”

This demon-hearted disciple of his!  Always with the grudges!  The only thing worse than a perceived wrong to him was a perceived wrong against Shen Qingqiu!

Shen Qingqiu nipped at Luo Binghe’s thumb sharply.  “No. Need I tell you why, yet again?”

Luo Binghe said coyly, “This disciple is always eager to hear Shizun’s words.”

Shen Qingqiu sighed. Pressed another kiss to Luo Binghe’s curled up fingers lingering at his lips. “This master is well aware of the danger that Luo Binghe poses, but still- it causes this master pain to see any Luo Binghe harmed. This master’s rational judgment has been sadly compromised by a certain sentimentality.” And he definitely didn’t want to risk any serious harm to his returned little black sheep at the hands of the Demon King! This was the OG protagonist after all!

Luo Binghe’s breath hitched. “…And the exact nature of Shizun’s sentiments would be?”

That coquettishly coaxing tone, testing just how far he could push Shen Qingqiu on for further detail!  As their days spent together went on, Luo Binghe was utterly transparent in his delight at spurring his master to swear ever more sickly-sweet words of devotion to him – Shen Qingqiu had spoilt his husband beyond saving. He pulled away to press his face into the expanse of Luo Binghe’s well-muscled thigh, hiding his smile.  “Shameless boy,” he reproached. 

Still, this insecurity had to be reassured. 

“It pains this master to even think of losing his most silly, sticky, disciple again,” Shen Qingqiu said.  “It would take all the heart from me.”

Sappy!  So sappy!  The things he did for Luo Binghe!

…Who had gone very quiet.

Shen Qingqiu turned back over to face him.  “Binghe?”

Luo Binghe’s face had gone blank, utterly slack as he stared at Shen Qingqiu with a stunned intensity.  He looked so pitifully taken aback – how could he still be so shocked to hear how Shen Qingqiu felt about him? How many times would Shen Qingqiu have to reassure him before Luo Binghe believed it?

…How ever many times it took, Shen Qingqiu supposed.    

“Come here, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu said.  He tugged on Luo Binghe’s arm, pulling him down into his embrace. 

Luo Binghe took in a deep shuddering breath as he let himself be pulled down.  “Shizun,” he said.  There was still a tight tension to him though, shoulders held hovering uncertainly above Shen Qingqiu’s neck – Shen Qingqiu stroked his disciple’s long wild locks of unbound hair, and held him close.  He could feel certain parts of Luo Binghe’s anatomy predictably rising to greet him – feel his disciple begin to relax into his arms, boldly pressing himself against Shen Qingqiu. 

What with all the interruptions on Qing Jing Peak, it had been a while since they’d managed to lie together like this.  Shen Qingqiu might have been feeling a bit pent up himself.  Luo Binghe’s solid weight on top of him was more than welcome – he let his hands trail down Luo Binghe’s back, bringing them even closer together. 

Luo Binghe’s voice had thickened along with his arousal. “Shizun really likes this, doesn’t he?  Likes being spread underneath me, making sure his disciple is ready to service him.  It will be this disciple’s pleasure to make sure Shizun is thoroughly fucked.”

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu said. His whole body seemed to light up - too embarrassing! He pinched Luo Binghe’s hip with one hand to halt the dirty talk – he certainly hadn’t raised his disciple to have such a filthy mouth.  And must Binghe persist in calling him Shizun like that in bed!? He made it sound so lewd – how was Shen Qingqiu supposed to return his other students’ respectful greetings afterwards!?

Luo BInghe laughed.  He grasped Shen Qingqiu’s hands, and dragged them to the taut swell of Luo Binghe’s own arse.  “There’s more for you to grab onto here, Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed.  He looked at Luo Binghe’s innocent smile – and pinched him again on the flesh of his offered buttock, hard.  Luo Binghe jerked against him.  Shen Qingqiu said sternly, “Insolent.”

Luo Binghe said dulcetly, “This disciple forgot – what Shizun likes best is his disciples’ obedience.  This disciple looks to Shizun for further instruction.”

Shen Qingqiu squirmed as Luo Binghe’s hand found its way through the folds of Shen Qingqiu’s clothes, to rub teasingly into the hollow of his hip. His hands clenched down on the firm muscles of Luo Binghe’s butt. The cloth of Shen Qingqiu’s loincloth had gotten twisted around until it was uncomfortably tight, trapping his dick. “Enough of this nonsense!”

Luo Binghe widened his eyes. “Is Shizun saying he likes his disciples’ disobedience in bed?”

Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth.  “Luo Binghe! You dare insinuate this master would do this with just any disciple!? Enough of this ridiculous fishing for flattery, when you know the only man welcome in my bed is you!”

Ah, and there it was – the savage satisfaction darkening his husband’s face, the domineering possessiveness of his kisses.  Shen Qingqiu definitely wasn’t the only one feeling a certain frustration from their recent break in intimacy.  “Shizun,” Luo Binghe crooned.  “Shizun is so reserved with his affections, this disciple couldn’t help but be unsure of his welcome.  Won’t Shizun show me?”

And that insistently groping hand, now pushed all the way into Shen Qingqiu’s underwear to explore between his legs, made it quite explicit just where Luo Binghe wanted a welcome in!  Shen Qingqiu mentally waved goodbye to the rest of the day, and most likely tomorrow too. 

Well, he’d planned to spend his day in bed anyway.  “Very well.”

He gave his double handful of Luo Binghe’s butt one last squeeze before letting go, pushing himself up onto his elbows to retrieve the jar of ointment he kept in his sleeve.  He doubted this was the use Yue Qingyuan had envisaged for his gift, but as always, the qiankun sleeves from his Zhangmen-shixiong were truly useful!

Luo Binghe was looking at him as hungrily as if it were the first time, avariciously taking in the sight of Shen Qingqiu, the full length of his bare legs exposed through the gaping opening of his rucked-up robes, only barely held in place by the tie around his waist.   His disciple licked his lips as Shen Qingqiu lifted his hips up to pull his loincloth free; his hands stroked up and down with the flex of Shen Qingqiu’s thighs.   

There seemed no doubt of his welcome now, Shen Qingqiu thought with some amusement.  But he didn’t have the space for such detachment for long; his blood was stirring eagerly under Luo Binghe’s greedily grasping hands, every bit of his being coming to attention under that kneading touch. His husband really had earnestly worked to improve his skills in bed. Shen Qingqiu’s arousal had thankfully already reached the stage where it exceeded his embarrassment as Luo Binghe’s hands forced Shen Qingqiu’s knees back against his chest, exposing between his legs completely.

Shen Qingqiu unscrewed the lid of the jar of ointment.  He looked into Luo Binghe’s dark, glittering eyes as he dipped his fingers very deliberately into the oily lube, coating them up past the second knuckle. He held his husband’s gaze as he began to stretch himself open.

Luo Binghe’s hands slid up to Shen Qingqiu’s ankles, bending his legs even more obscenely back past his shoulders. He bent his head – that proud, pale profile pressed against the inside of Shen Qingqiu’s knee, the long rippling mass of his hair falling forward, a cloud of phantom warmth draped demurely over Shen Qingqiu’s aroused dick.  His husband ran his tongue down the quivering thigh muscles straining against the limits of their flexibility, the silky brush and flutter of his hair a deliberate tease against Shen Qingqiu’s most sensitive parts. 

Shen Qingqiu thrust a second finger into himself. It wasn’t enough.  “Binghe,” he moaned in anticipation. 

But his disciple was in the mood to torment his master – he didn’t take him into his mouth. Instead, he flicked the tip of Shen Qingqiu’s dick with taunting little swipes of that clever tongue.  One hand came down to join Shen Qingqiu’s to play at Shen Qingqiu’s entrance, abruptly shoving down at the knuckles of Shen Qingqiu’s fingers stretching himself open, making them jerk and curl in most startling reflex. 

A shamefully loud scream ripped its way from Shen Qingqiu’s throat.  Luo Binghe laughed. His breath gusted hot and moist over Shen Qingqiu’s dick – Shen Qingqiu came all over the clean-cut features of Luo Binghe’s exquisite, jade-like face, after having barely been touched. 

The doors burst open, almost kicked off their hinges.  An utterly disheveled Luo Binghe, Xin Mo in hand, came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe in bed together.  Before Shen Qingqiu could see anything more, his husband protectively shifted their bodies to shield Shen Qingqiu from unwanted eyes. 

The storm of the other Luo Binghe’s killing intent flooded through the room, blasting small objects off tables and sending the chairs crashing into the walls.   He launched himself at them – Luo Binghe’s husband snatched Shen Qingqiu up, and leapt back. 

“Get your filthy hands off my Shizun!” the other Luo Binghe roared.  He brandished the sheathed Xin Mo at them threateningly.

Shen Qingqiu blinked.

The Luo Binghe holding him said coldly, “What kind of trickery is this? Do you really think you can try and fool Shizun into thinking you’re me?” 

Shen Qingqiu looked at the scarred hand raised protectively in front of him.  He then looked at the unmarked hand of the other Luo Binghe. 

The other Luo Binghe followed his gaze.  He ripped the front of his robes open – there, on his chest, was a scar, exactly where Shen Qingqiu had stabbed him before pushing him down into the Abyss.  He said desperately, “Shizun!  It’s really me!  That…that vile imposter targeted my hand – I had to heal it in a hurry, and I haven’t had time to reconstruct the scar you gave me!”

Before Shen Qingqiu could wrap his head around that, the Luo Binghe holding him said urgently, “Don’t listen to him, Shizun! He got in a lucky strike with a flame talisman at my chest – he’s lying to you!”

You’re the liar!” The other Luo Binghe bellowed.  He flashed forward – Shen Qingqiu was pushed away as the two Luo Binghe’s pummelled at each other, Xin Mo used as a bludgeon, switching hands more often than not.  Shen Qingqiu’s mouth tightened at the senseless violence – the impact of fists on flesh, the crack of breaking limbs, the pain still obviously felt even if almost instantly healed.  This wasn’t like the almost friendly matches that had become the custom – they were really out to kill each other.

He jerked his robes irritably back into place, and clapped his hands once.  The sound surged out with his qi to echo through the room thunderously.  “Enough. Kneel!”

Both Luo Binghe’s looked at him wide-eyed, and in perfect unison, knelt. 

Shen Qingqiu flicked out his fan to buy some time.  He looked down at the two men, almost perfectly identical in all their stallion protagonist glory.  His head throbbed as he snapped the fan close.  What kind of ‘All Cretans Are Liars’ type bullshit scenario was this!?

He walked up to the Luo Binghe he had been in bed with, and gently wiped off what streaks of cum were still on his face with a damp kerchief. As he did so, both sets of dark eyes fixed on him pleadingly.  He lifted his chin and disregarded them.   Once he had cleaned the first Luo Binghe down, he parted the collar of his robes gently.  Sure enough, no scar on his chest.  “Shizun,” that Luo Binghe began. 

“Be silent,” Shen Qingqiu commanded calmly.

The other Luo Binghe inhaled eagerly as he approached.  He stayed obediently silent.  Shen Qingqiu trailed a finger across the exposed scar on his chest.  Both his husband’s scars – now on separate bodies - looked true to his memories.  When he had talked to his husband about Bing-ge’s first visit, they had both thought it likely that Bing-ge had rifled through his memories while dreaming, which had been an unpleasant thought to say the least.  There was no way for him to be sure there were any matters that only he and his husband would know of, that he could use as a way of detecting which man was his Binghe.  He had even been deeply asleep when the first Luo Binghe came in – if he was Bing-ge, he could very well have gone through Shen Qingqiu’s memories again.

Which left Shen Qingqiu with…what?

He leaned down and kissed the second Luo Binghe on the mouth.  The pretty mouth parted eagerly for him; Shen Qingqiu kissed him with all the ardour that beloved face could arouse, cupping it in his hands tenderly.  The first Luo Binghe’s lips pressed together hard, his brow blackening; he looked away resentfully. 

Shen Qingqiu turned and tipped that averted face to look up at him.  He bent to kiss the first Luo Binghe too, with equal passion – the second Luo Binghe’s face twisted in anguish, but he kept careful watch, his eyes more focused on the first Luo Binghe’s hands and posture than on Shen Qingqiu’s kiss.  Protective; knowing the other was a danger to Shen Qingqiu.

The first Luo Binghe jerked against the bindings that Shen Qingqiu flung around him, the immortal binding cord taken from his qiankun sleeves in a trice.  Shen Qingqiu doubled, tripled, quadrupled the bindings, pushing him over to add interconnected bindings around ankles, wrists and neck just in case before stepping swiftly out of arms reach.  They wouldn’t hold the protagonist’s power for long if he really struggled against them.

“Shizun!” the first Luo Binghe cried.  “Shizun, don’t!” 

Shen Qingqiu raised a brow.  “Did you really think you could fool me for long?”

The second Luo Binghe – his Luo Binghe gasped, and swung Shen Qingqiu into his arms in a crushing embrace.  “Shizun!” he called joyfully. 

The mask of shattered devotion melted away from the first Luo Binghe’s face. Bing-ge laughed.  “I’ve fooled you for months now, Shizun.  Do you think this is the first time we’ve been together?”

Rage rippled across Shen Qingqiu’s husband’s face, followed by a heartbreaking pain – Shen Qingqiu slipped his arm around Luo Binghe’s waist in silent comfort, and pondered on his last few months.

“Hm,” Shen Qingqiu said.  “I’d wager this is the first time you got me in bed.  Although more accurately, this master was the one to pull you in.”

Bing-ge smirked.  “And you enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, Shizun?  I told you I could pleasure you better than him.”

Shen Qingqiu said indifferently, “I enjoyed myself thinking I was in bed with my husband.  The acts themselves…not bad, I suppose. It’s not like we got very far past second base.” He shrugged, feeling a surge of vindictive glee at the way Bing-ge’s smirk soured.

He continued on.  “I’ll take that as confirmation that today was indeed, the most intimately you’ve impersonated my husband.”

His Binghe perked up.  Bing-ge scowled sulkily.

“Let’s see,” Shen Qingqiu went on thoughtfully.  “Were there any odd occasions with Luo Binghe…? Definitely you last month, when you did my hair up with the black and white jade hairpin set.”

“And you know that how?” Bing-ge asked sardonically.

Shen Qingqiu said serenely, “The set was a gift from Liu-shidi.  Luo Binghe would never ordinarily use them unless I specifically told him to – I thought he was just a bit absent-minded that day.”

Luo Binghe said indignantly, “I always pay attention to Shizun’s hair!”

Shen Qingqiu patted his husband’s hand.  “Other times…sitting so far apart from me, when you helped turn the pages of those new music scores I was playing through two months ago.  That disastrous calligraphy class I set you to take the lead on, tutoring some of the new outer disciples. Last week, when you served me sweets from Zhangmen-shixiong rather than the ones Luo Binghe made himself - you even let me pour the tea for you.  A few other trifling encounters much in the same vein. You were very careful to keep our interactions brief – why shouldn’t I have mistaken you for my husband, in a place where I expected him, when you appear exactly the same?”

Bing-ge sneered.  “You’re so sure that’s all that happened, Shizun?  Maybe I modified your memories – I’m capable of it, you know.”

Luo Binghe snarled, “I will kill you.”

Shen Qingqiu seized his husband’s arm, holding him back – Bing-ge laughed.  “You might want to reconsider that, pathetic little double.  Even if you succeed, you just might lose Shizun something very precious to him.”

Shen Qingqiu gasped, stumbling at the twitch of the unflagging erection he had steadfastly been trying to ignore, at the enhanced consciousness of drops of pre-come beading wetly at the tip. A vicious pulse of pleasure shuddered through his body, centred on his groin. His husband caught him - his hand cupped Shen Qingqiu’s arousal gently, his brow furrowed in concentration. The pleasure tipped abruptly into pain.  Shen Qingqiu cried out, jerking away – and yet his overly-excited dick still stayed up, risen to its full throbbing length.

Bing-ge said mockingly, “Oh, no!  You ought to be more careful with such delicate parts – I took great pains laying out my blood in his vessels to make sure Shizun would be up for more fun for quite a while.  It’s not so easily undone, you see.  It might even take me a while to undo it, to be sure that nothing is- damaged in the process.”

Luo Binghe’s face had gone white – his fists clenched helplessly.  What the fuck!?  Had Shen Qingqiu’s dick actually been taken hostage???

Bing-ge added gloatingly, “You should release me quickly, so I can get back to work on him. You might not have much time to waste if you want Shen Qingqiu entirely unharmed.  A human’s private parts can be injured by having it up for too long, did you know?”  He cocked his head to one side.  “Or maybe you don’t care so much – it’s not like he needs a dick to bend over and take yours.”

Luo Binghe let out a strangled sound of fury.  Shen Qingqiu said dryly, “He would be quite upset to lose the use of my dick.”

Bing-ge’s face distorted as he took in the full meaning of Shen Qingqiu’s words.  “You let that scum bend you over!?”

So sad to see a young man with such skewed views on sex!

Shen Qingqiu’s more enlightened husband said emphatically, “Shizun’s dick is amazing. I don’t ‘let’ him fuck me – he lets me take it!”

“This master also appreciates how well Binghe takes it,” Shen Qingqiu followed up soothingly.  Binghe preened.

Bing-ge was shaking with rage.  “There’s no way any version of me would lie down and enjoy taking it up the arse, from Shen Qingqiu – you’re just pandering to his ego!”

Shen Qingqiu’s husband said disdainfully, “How would you know?  You’re the obvious virgin there.”

Bing-ge’s face darkened ominously – Shen Qingqiu choked back his hysterical laughter.

Luo Binghe continued.  “I can tell you from first-hand experience – if you actually are a version of me, you’re absolutely guaranteed to come screaming from being bent over by Shizun. But you’ll never get the chance to have that.”

“Bullshit,” Bing-ge sneered.  “If he can make me come from being fucked, I’ll undo the blood binding on him as quickly as possible. I’ll even leave afterwards without a fight.”

WTF!? Did all Luo Binghe’s give it up that easy?

Luo Binghe sneered back.  “I just told you – that privilege will never be yours.  But if you want me to prove the claim, I bet you can still come on my cock.”

Luo!  Bing!  He!  Utterly shameless!  That was incest!  Or self-cest, whatever!

Bing-ge said, “Why would I agree to that?”

Luo Binghe said softly, “Are you scared? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

A muscle jumped in Bing-ge’s cheek, his jaw clenched so hard.  “Fine. Try it, then.”

Shen_Qingqiu.exe had stopped working.

Luo Binghe turned and pressed his forehead to Shen Qingqiu’s.  “Shizun,” he breathed.  “I’ll do my best to finish this as soon as possible.  Bear with it.”

And then he shed his clothes without any further ceremony, stalking over to his tied-up other self, jar of ointment in hand!  It had to be Bing-ge’s damn blood binding that made Shen Qingqiu’s cock jump when his husband rolled Bing-ge onto his front, and yanked down Bing-ge’s pants from in between the narrowly spaced loops of the immortal binding cables, baring him just enough to give him room to spread the cheeks of Bing-ge’s arse apart. Shen Qingqiu’s husband paused perfunctorily to lube up his fingers, before proceeding with absolutely no care to roughly finger Bing-ge open. Bing-ge shut his eyes, his brows furrowing – the ropes binding him strained and bit against his chest.

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu chided. “Show some consideration, especially if you think it’s his first time.”

“Yes, Shizun,” Luo Binghe said obediently.

“What does it matter to Shen Qingqiu?” Bing-ge snapped. 

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stay uninvolved.  He knelt gracefully by the two of them, and smoothed the hair from Bing-ge’s face.  “I told you - it causes this master pain to see any Luo Binghe harmed.”

Binghe must have hit onto Bing-ge’s prostate – because at that moment the Demon King’s eyes scrunched back closed, and a low breathy “Ah!” escaped him.  Truly, the only one who could possibly conquer the protagonist was…the protagonist!

They were both so pretty.  Shen Qingqiu was familiar with seeing Binghe both fuck and be fucked – but never from this kind of vantage point.  He could see every step of Bing-ge giving in – the moment the furrow in his brow smoothed out – the way he caught his lip between his teeth – the moment his hips began to undulate, meeting Shen Qingqiu’s husband’s skilled fingers in hedonistic pursuit of pleasure.

This was nothing to be surprised over.  This was Luo Bing-ge, epic Man-Ho, once again tripping into ever more ridiculous adventures involving overly-contrived papapa scenarios! 

“Do you think he’s ready, Shizun?” Luo Binghe asked smoothly.

Shen Qingqiu said primly, “I’m not the one you should be asking, Binghe.”

Luo Binghe casually yanked Bing-ge’s head up by the hair.  Bing-ge made a strangled sound – Shen Qingqiu’s protest died at the familiar look of intense arousal on the Demon King’s face, the blush on his cheeks matching the red of the cables binding him below.

…An M!  The sadistic Demon King’s trembling inner M had been awakened!

“Well?” Luo Binghe said impatiently.  “Do you want it?”

Bing-ge swallowed hard.  Even in these circumstances, Shen Qingqiu didn’t like seeing that fragile ego so mercilessly humbled. He repeated the question in softer, more conciliatory tones. “Do you want it, Luo Binghe?”

Tremors shook through Bing-ge’s frame.  He finally gave in, with a shallow, almost unnoticeable nod of assent.

Shen Qingqiu’s husband thrust into Bing-ge with no holding back.  The Immortal Binding Cables burst from the force of Bing-ge’s muscles flexing against them as he took Shen Qingqiu’s husband’s dick, as he began to pant and moan eagerly to the rhythm of Shen Qingqiu’s husband fucking him, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the ground.  Shen Qingqiu’s Luo Binghe truly knew himself – Bing-ge’s voice was rising higher and higher in volume, above the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. It was only a matter of time before he came had Bing-ge put it? 

Lying down and taking it up the arse.  Well, Shen Qingqiu’s husband was certainly giving it to him, with this ruthless mounting from behind.

Shen Qingqiu’s dick throbbed with a painful intensity.  The two Luo Binghe’s looked distracted enough that he felt comfortable flipping his robes back open to reach down and stroke his poor cock, hoping to at least take some of the edge off – he didn’t think he’d ever be roused to these kinds of heights on his own.  Truly, that demon blood was a fearsome thing!

He must have made some kind of sound – Bing-ge’s eyes opened, his head lifting towards Shen Qingqiu’s direction.  He had a first-class view of the indecent sight of Shen Qingqiu pleasuring himself, playing both between his legs and with his dick.

Bing-ge did indeed, scream as he came. 

Shen Qingqiu shivered.  His entire body felt pent with yearning – his dick a thrumming point of tension, demanding release.

Luo Binghe pulled out of him immediately.  “Take the binding off Shizun.  Now.”

Bing-ge was a breathless mess lying dazed on the floor.  He nodded, crawling towards Shen Qingqiu.  Luo Binghe caught him by the hair again before he could put his mouth on Shen Qingqiu’s dick.  Shen Qingqiu wept a little on the inside. 

“What are you doing?” Luo Binghe hissed.

Bing-ge’s mouth curved. “I need to touch him to undo the binding.  I need to get him to come again.”

Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu said.  He really did!  He really did need to come!

His husband frowned, releasing Bing-ge unhappily.  Shen Qingqiu wasn’t going to let him stand around watching – he’d pickle himself in all that vinegar.  He beckoned to him.  “Binghe. This master needs his husband.”

As both Luo Binghe’s jostled eagerly into position on either side of him, Shen Qingqiu realised he hadn’t quite thought that one through.  Well, how was he supposed to when all of his blood had migrated so far south of his brain!?  The mouth teasing at his dick with kittenish licks – the thick length sliding smoothly home into him, both of them already well lubed up.  A set of hands bearing a familiar scar, big enough to span across his ribs – an equally familiar scar on the chest he leaned back on.  He mouthed at it, letting his teeth scrape down the firm expanse of one pectoral, brushing the edge of one pert nipple – his husband’s hips jerked up into him, sending his dick thrusting into Bing-ge’s open mouth.  Bing-ge sucked at him tentatively at first, but before long, he had managed to take all of Shen Qingqiu into his mouth. Shen Qingqiu writhed, completely undone between the two of them, reduced to this shameless body mindlessly riding his husband’s dick, and thrusting into the wet warmth of that wicked mouth.

Bing-ge’s eyes were hot on him when he finally let Shen Qingqiu come.  He could feel his husband spend himself inside him, even as Bing-ge’s throat worked, swallowing Shen Qingqiu’s own release.

Shen Qingqiu collapsed back into his husband’s arms.  As Bing-ge’s tongue lapped attentively at Shen Qingqiu’s softening dick, he thought of how Bing-ge had been quietly visiting Shen Qingqiu these last few months.  Not to fight – and with the entirely trivial events marking those occasions, surely there had been nothing worthy of spying on.  He hadn’t sensed anything remotely sinister in those visits – in fact, despite the few oddities he had picked up on, the additional hesitant distance, Bing-ge had fit in entirely as Shen Qingqiu’s own loving husband. 

He thought of how his own experiences in Luo Binghe’s dreamscape had at times felt entirely real. As if he was really there with Luo Binghe, not merely bearing witness to memories long past. 

Bing-ge had screamed “Shizun!” when he came.

Luo Binghe was panting against his neck, quiet as Shen Qingqiu ran his hands through Bing-ge’s hair, bringing it back to a semblance of order.  He stayed quiet, without a word of protest, when Shen Qingqiu leaned back against him once more, raising his hips to let his husband’s spent arousal slip out from between his legs, the stretched ring of muscle twitching at the loss of that heat in dissatisfaction, at the persistent ache of emptiness inside him. He was left with his legs spread invitingly to his husband’s double. 

Bing-ge looked up at him.  Shen Qingqiu couldn’t deny that longing loneliness, the oh-so familiar desire in those starry eyes. He couldn’t deny that right there in front of him, just as much as the husband holding him from behind, was Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe, who as always, needed him.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t deny him.

He laced his fingers together with Luo Binghe’s, pulling him in closer.  Luo Binghe came to him slowly; his breathing was getting faster and faster as he accepted Shen Qingqiu into his arms, as Shen Qingqiu moved from his husband’s lap to straddle across his. He had softened a little after coming from that vigorous fucking from his counterpart, but he was still hard enough that he penetrated Shen Qingqiu easily.  Shen Qingqiu lifted himself up only to sink back down, luxuriating in the stretch of that hard length sheathed in him again so soon.  He sighed blissfully at the feel of Luo Binghe getting bigger inside him, and let his hips drop down and back up again in lingering rhythm.

He took his time to fully appreciate each moment, the insistent rub and grind of the two hard-muscled bodies that held him caught between them, the lust-driven heat of those big hands roaming up and down, gloriously leaving nothing of Shen Qingqiu untouched.  He put all the muscles of his legs, his core to work, using everything he could think of to serve his pleasure, to encourage Luo Binghe back to full arousal. To take him in and claim him as Shen Qingqiu’s own.

He knew what Luo Binghe liked.

Luo Binghe groaned hoarsely, low and soft, calling for him again and again. “Shizun. Shizun. Shizun.

Shen Qingqiu kissed him, contentedly scattering them across that awestruck, wonder-filled face. “Binghe.”  

His Binghe, both of them.

He let his hands slide down to Luo Binghe’s buttocks, to exactly where Luo Binghe had directed them before.  He began to grab and rub the tightly clenching muscles along with Luo Binghe’s thrusts, urgently demanding Luo Binghe on. Luo Binghe surged up against him, the increasingly frantic drive of his hips sending Shen Qingqiu jolting back and forth, his head tilting back against the sturdy shoulder supporting him, being pounded relentlessly into the body securely braced behind.  Shen Qingqiu’s legs were jerking helplessly, kicking and twitching up into the air with the force of each thrust, the toes stretching and curling.  He was distantly aware of his own voice, shamelessly spilling praise and petting to Luo Binghe for thoroughly delivering on the promised fucking, for obediently coming to Shen Qingqiu with all his need.   

The husband pressed up behind him had also been worked back up into full arousal once more. He nipped sharply at Shen Qingqiu’s neck in a transparent bid for attention. His erection nudged up against that greedy ring of muscle already stretched tight, being worked up and down on the other Luo Binghe’s dick. With the next roll of Shen Qingqiu’s hips, two heavenly pillars thrust shallowly against him, seeking entrance in tandem. Shen Qingqiu trembled.

His better judgment really had been hopelessly compromised by sentiment. Shen Qingqiu was going to have to learn how to handle two Luo Binghe’s.