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Shen Yuan gets reborn as a fucking cambion.

Which is like, you know, being a half succubus (incubus?) and human.

Yeah, so, this was not how he expected it to be when he gets rebirthed into the world of Proud Immortal Demon's Way. But was it an issue? Nope. Totally not.

Shen Yuan’s mother is a succubus who fell in love with his idiot father. Like, the guy was a real idiot. His father was clueless about many things, and when he passed from old age, Shen Yuan kinda...missed the guy. His mother was still alive and well, doing...succubus things, and had taught Shen Yuan all sorts of things he needed to know so he wouldn’t starve, but, like. He really wasn’t? Into it? See, Shen Yuan did all sorts of things so he wouldn’t, like, starve, but it was boring. He got the energy he needed, but since he was a cambion, of both succubus and human nature, he really didn’t need that much sex?

But this was the world of PIDW, so yeah, sex ending up balancing his ‘spiritual energy’ so he wouldn’t, you know, die of qi deviation. His mother was very strict about that.

It all changed though when he meets actual scum villain Shen Qingqiu and the more soft-spoken Yue Qingyuan and uh, accidentally used his cambion charms (aka, just looking utterly adorable) and seduced Shen Qingqiu, and uh, got fucked beyond belief. Look, it was nice, it was very much, hot, they did it a lot more after that.

Like, a lot.

Like, at one point, rumors of Shen Qingqiu visiting a brothel weren’t really true anymore, he was visiting Shen Yuan, who at the time was Song Yuan, and when Shen Yuan had confessed to the elder, about his uh...nature and feelings, Shen Qingqiu looked over at him, grabbed his hand and said:

“Song Yuan, I’ve known from the start. You’re terrible at holding in your demonic energy when we have sex.”

Then, he proposed.

Shen Yuan smartly replied, between tears: “Oh my god, can I be a Shen?”

Because it was his old surname, and he felt more like a Shen than he did a Song.

In the end, Shen Yuan didn’t hate this take on his new life! Besides the great sex, personality-wise, Shen Qingqiu was snarky, sarcastic and downright vicious. It worked well with his cute, soft-looking self! And uh, Shen Yuan was taken care of. By all means, Shen Yuan was a second-generation, rich kid in his former life, he kinda liked being spoiled like this. Got to sleep all day, eat good food, read and learn about all these beasts and demons and, he ignored the sex books because, he didn’t care much for papapa in books when he had to do it to survive, he would relax by reading a good adventure novel that told stories of grand heroes and damsels. It was a nice life!

Plus, Shen Qingqiu treated him awesomely. He didn’t live in a big house, but the one he did live in, was comfortable and had a large bedroom alongside the equally big living room. A kitchen he learned to master because he had no servants, but he once had youtube, so you know, he cooked decently. His husband never complained!

Things he also loved about this new life:

1. The sex? Was great. The best sex he’s ever had, because he was once a virgin but, again. Being cambion meant he needed sex, and before his husband, it sucked ass--. BUT. Shen Qingqiu rocked his world in ways he’s never had it rocked. Point is, his husband could make him get off faster than he could say thank you.
2. His energy may be demonic, but it was top notch--and yeah, he had spiritual energy, but it was weaker than Shen Qingqiu’s. Either way, he was on the same level as the elder, but he preferred reading than fighting.
3. He had. His own. Garden. He grew whatever his husband could find, planted it and loved each thing. Except this one purple flower, he was pretty careful with. Sex pollen. That’s all. The flower was well known for its healing properties if gently crushed up.
4. Spoiled. He was spoiled, and loved on and hello, Shen Yuan had attention and for being the baby brother who never really got the actual affection and attention he needed since he was kind of, already, spoiled as a child? He liked it.
5. Shen Qingqiu wasn’t a scumbag? Point to look back at. He wasn’t sure yet.
6. Did he mention the sex? Shen Yuan was-- he-- he was into it. He was way too into it, because! He could go one day, and be fine for months! Shen Qingqiu’s energy was great! Shen Yuan may have felt guilty, tainting the immortal’s spiritual energy with his own, but apparently? Because he wasn’t full-demon his more? Human side still intermingled? Somewhere in there? It was all confusing, he wanted to learn more, but there weren’t many books about cambions.

So when said husband comes to visit, a fan to his pretty face, Shen Yuan greets him with a loving kiss and promptly drags Shen Qingqiu into bed for an intimate welcome home greeting. Shen Qingqiu gives as much as Shen Yuan demands, and he’s honestly fucked out by the end of it. Cleaned, redressed in a nice, comfy white robe with little underneath, Shen Yuan stretches himself out onto his husband’s lap and bats his pretty lashes up at him. Shen Qingqiu brushes his fingers against Shen Yuan’s hair, curling them in his hair and sighing.

“Are you happy here, A-Yuan?”

Whoa. Whoa. What kind of question--

“Are you breaking up with me?” Shen Yuan says anyways, his mind already set on that one thing and Shen Qingqiu tenses above him like he’s just been slapped. The elder shakes his head, sighing gently.

“Idiot.” Shen Qingqiu sighs. “It’s not that.” And he pauses, combing his fingers through the cambion’s hair. He touches softly, gently, keeps stroking over and over as if he was thinking. Shen Yuan, out of a weird, fucking habit written by the author of this shitty novel, starts purring. Shen Qingqiu pauses before he continues moving his fingers. “Though I have no care for the rumors that surround me, I am beginning to think the others will come and follow me.”

Ah, that made sense. Shen Yuan bit his lower lip. It wouldn’t do good if Shen Qingqiu was seen with a half-breed, was it? He tilted his head back, then turned his gaze back to the green-eyed sass master he fell for. “Are you ashamed of being my husband?”

“Never.”

“I’m sure I can just, waltz in there and like, you know, charm them.”

Shen Qingqiu gives him a dark look. It turns into a scowl, then relaxes into something soft. “No. Last time you did that, we didn’t sleep at all that night. I’m not going--” He exhales, rubbing his brow before ducking his head and kissing Shen Yuan as if they would never kiss again. It was not a good feeling. Shen Yuan pulls back, licking his lower lip.

“I have an idea.”

“They’re never good ideas.”

“Ignoring that.” Shen Yuan sits up, straddling his husband’s hips. Where were they in the timeline? Bah, he will figure it out later. “Why don’t you just introduce me as your husband? I’ve been practicing the whole, hiding my demonic energy thing!” He wriggles his hips and holds out his hands. Shen Yuan had been practicing! He was definitely getting better at it, he wasn’t spilling out demonic qi anywhere and he was able to put up a mask using his natural spiritual qi. Shen Qingqiu hums, thoughtful, and then kisses him again.

“You’re doing a good job, but can you hold it much longer than a day?”

“I--” Shen Yuan hadn’t tried it, but he sighed and rubbed his face against Shen Qingqiu’s neck. “Then what should I do? Leave? My husband? I think not. They’re gonna catch these hands if they want to take me from you.”

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t get the meme reference, he never will. But, he seems to appreciate the thought when he nudges Shen Yuan with his hand. He starts rubbing the small of Shen Yuan’s back, which only makes the younger of the two purr again.

“I will talk to Sect Leader Yue…” Shen Qingqiu seems thoughtful again, “of course, it’s easy.”

“Stop being evil and use actual words, not emotional manipulation.” Shen Yuan spits out, which only makes his husband look slightly annoyed, before he shoves Shen Yuan onto his back, ripping open his light robes.

“Evil? You think too highly of this pitiful human. I was only going to talk to him.”

“Okay, no talking when you’re about to make love to me.”

So, in retrospect, Shen Yuan didn’t think his plan would work that good, But then he remembers, this is a novel, and not everyone had high IQ. So he was lucky that Yue Qingyuan blinks at him, hears the words ‘qingqiu’s husband’ and ‘qi-ge wont you please allow my beloved to stay with this old fool, i can no longer bear parting from him…’. Shen Yuan feels bad, because, Yue Qingyuan kind of looks hurt, but also, he’s handsome. A lot more handsome than he remembered. How hadn’t he seduced the Sect Leader that night?

In the end, he gets to live with his husband, missing his luscious garden but, there was a spot of land he could use to replant some flowers. He starts this up, planting, living his lazy life again, sex was awesome. Shen Yuan likes it. A lot. Then, like a record scratch, when Shen Qingqiu leaves for the evening and returns with --!!

Luo Binghe.

He returned with the cute, adorable, white lotus protagonist, Luo fucking Binghe!

And, like, Shen Yuan shouldn’t be freaking out. But something in him, kind of, snaps? Like, in a good way? He instantly sees this small, cute kid and all his instincts scream protect and my baby!!! that he gasps from his spot in his gardens, standing, getting all his robes bundled in his hands and rushed over to his husband, who was near entering the Bamboo House.

“A-Qiu!” Shen Yuan exclaims, like an excited kid at McDonalds. Shen Qingqiu, holding that air of ‘noble peak lord’ and ‘cool badass’, gives him a wry look, though his brow twitched at the name.

“A-Yuan.” He replies, as dry as ever. God, Shen Yuan loved this guy. So cranky.

“That one.” Shen Yuan points to Luo Binghe, whose staring up at him with wide eyes and oh gods, it’s like this little shit was a cambion too! Shen Yuan just wanted to pinch those cheeks, feed him, aggressively brush that mess of curly hair, and then show him off to everyone like a proud parent at Honors Night in school. Shen Qingqiu raises a brow.

“Yes?”

“He’s cute, let me have him.”

Someone chokes. And it wasn’t Shen Qingqiu. His husband is giving him a weird look like Shen Yuan just confessed to something wrong. But it wasn’t! Shen Yuan fiddled with his robes, upping his cute charms, did a whole show of digging his shoe in the dirt shyly as he spoke on, “this...husband...has always wanted a child...and that one...just made my….maternal instincts awaken.”

No one questions the fact that Shen Yuan is a guy and he can’t have maternal instincts. Luo Binghe is just still staring, but he looks like he might cry and Shen Qingqiu tilts his head, a fan to his lips like he was thinking but Shen Yuan knew he was being laughed at. He pouts.

Or tries too.

He’s glaring.

Shen Qingqiu sighs.

“If you wanted a child so bad, then this husband will double his efforts with you.”

What.

What the fuck.

Don’t say that shit in front of kids, Shen Qingqiu!

Shen Yuan bites his lip. Makes his eyes wide and watery. Upping the charm to 100%!

Shen Qingqiu just sighs again.

“He is a disciple first.”

“Is that a yes?” Shen Yuan might kiss this man. He promises to do so later. His husband just gives him another wry look, turning to Luo Binghe with an equally mocking look.

“Go with him.” Shen Qingqiu says, sharp and biting. When he looks back at Shen Yuan, he’s back to the frightening Peak Lord others didn’t dare gossip about to his face. “Bring him to the house once he is bathed and dressed. Understood? We have standards, and he’s failing all of them.” With a flick of his sleeves, the man walks away, being followed by Ming Fang and Ning Yingying, who waved at Binghe as she did so.

Shen Yuan rolls his eyes, then turns to the starstruck Luo Binghe. He crouches down to the others’ level, “Hello, I’m Shen Yuan.”

“This one…” Luo Binghe stammered, not at all used to such kindness from an adult that wasn’t his late mother. Even the short time with Shen Qingqiu was cold and full of tension. “...is called Luo Binghe.”

“Nice to meet you, Luo Binghe. Can I call you… Xiao Bing?”

Binghe makes a face at the nickname but doesn’t complain. Shen Yuan tries not to squeal.

“What about… Bingbing?”

“I--”

“Ah! Bing-er?”

Luo Binghe hesitates, “okay.” He says, after a long silence of Shen Yuan staring at him, hands clasped in front of his face, hiding the growing grin.

“I’m so excited, ahhh.” The white lotus! He can protect and love this child! Save his idiot husband from the wrath of a blackened protagonist! “Let’s go get you all nice and clean, Binghe!” He knows he's being pretty forward, but at the same time, he's really...feeling good and tossing all manners out the window.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t dump tea on Luo Binghe’s head. Which was good, because, if he had, Shen Yuan would’ve hit him in the back of his head with one of his many fans.

That hair took way too long for him to brush and neatly put up!

Chapter Text

Shen Yuan fucking loves Luo Binghe.

This cute kid! So fluffy! So sweet! Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe clicked. Honestly, Shen Yuan wasn’t sure why they easily did, but Binghe was doted on and Shen Yuan would never regret it. It felt like they were always son and father. And Shen Yuan can’t believe it, he cries over this which makes Binghe cry which only makes Shen Yuan cry more. It’s like an endless cycle and Shen Qingqiu has walked in on them both sobbing several times as they cooked together in the kitchen before turning on his heel and walking out.

  So, maybe Shen Qingqiu didn’t really like Luo Binghe? It makes sense, considering the whole PIDW. But Shen Yuan still had his doubts, since, like, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t really mean to his adopted son. He was just blunter, less cutthroat and, just last week, Shen Yuan saw his husband actually pat Luo Binghe on the head and Binghe had been in such a daze afterward! His mean ice cold Shizun, petting his head?! Shen Yuan had got on his knees that night and just wrecked Shen Qingqiu for that. Though, when it came to lessons, Shen Qingqiu was as bitter as ever and didn’t offer Luo Binghe any leeway.

“You can’t read? Learn.”

or:

“Practice harder or just leave.”

   Shen Yuan didn’t say much to that since Shen Qingqiu was still a peak lord and he had a reputation to uphold. But! He did help his sweet white lotus son, and they got to learn things together! It was so fun! He was blessed. A husband. A son. A family. The greatest thing about it all was sometimes, he got to take Binghe out on family trips! There’s no Disney, no fun things to do like back in the modern world, but this world was just as interesting!

He had to beg Shen Qingqiu to let him take their son off the peak. Even did the whole, “but he’s sick” and his husband, as smart ass as ever, raised both his brows then said:

  “Shouldn’t he be in bed then?”

“...the outside air is good for sick--”

  “Then we can have the lessons outside if you’re so worried.”

Yeah, it took a good hot minute to win that argument. Shen Qingqiu was mostly immune to his cambion charms, and no matter what he did, no matter how watery-eyed, how pouty-lipped he got, his husband was a stone wall. Another reason Shen Yuan fell so hard. He had to be a masochist, or something, to think the tsundere nature was sexy. He could always use the fucking siren call (he called it) that basically was a sensual touch on the chest, a low voice and a command, but hah, he wasn’t into forcing people into unwanted situations. Unless it was life or death.

     Like now.

See, when he took Binghe out on the trip, he had been warned by Shen Qingqiu, if there were any creatures or demons about, that he would have to absolutely not, use his own demonic energy to send them away. Because of a certain peak lord. Did Shen Yuan listen? No.

  Around Binghe, Shen Yuan didn’t mean to leak out any sort of energy. But, he didn’t know why? He just did whenever the two were alone, in a sort of soothing way? Which seemed to work well enough! Luo Binghe didn’t ever seem uncomfortable around him, and Shen Yuan wanted to just constantly dote and mother his son. It felt like his mother’s energy, a soothing, gentle thing that would make Shen Yuan felt safe. He was doing that! There was nothing bad or cringe about it! It was a maternal instinct thing!

He could be very much motherly! Cambion were prone to changing their form into a female one or male one if need be! He had done it a few times. Just to see how he would look? He knew his mother would appear male at times if she was just feeling it.

    Anyways, back to the main point, which was-- he accidentally let out his demonic qi, which uh, may have alerted Liu Qingge? Who, upon seeing Shen Yuan, narrowed his eyes and then looked at Luo Binghe, and his face turned into something twisted, and dark.

“Succubus...didn’t think you demon scum would go after a child.”

   WHAT.

   WAIT.

   NO.

Luo Binghe was his baby! Not a meal! Unless hugs counted as meals?! Because they hugged a lot! Especially when they cried! Together! Like, over how cute some animals were! Or overhearing Shen Qngqiu praise Binghe in his own way! He wasn’t trying to--! To--!!

  “Papa isn’t a succubus. Those are girls.” Luo Binghe steps up, a defensive position over Shen Yuan, who places a hand to his mouth in awe and oh god, his eyes were watering with pride. Only thirteen and so! Protective! Luo Binghe, your papa doesn’t deserve you!

Liu Qingge frowns. “Doesn’t matter.”

  Oh god, he’s pulling out his sword. Shen Yuan could feel himself sweating. He reached out to place a hand on Luo Binghe’s shoulder, which! Made Liu Qingge tense! Please Liu Qingge, Shen Yuan doesn’t want to do that with his favorite lotus!

Luo Binghe had no real weapon yet either! Shen Yuan reached down. “Binghe, it’s okay.”

  “But--”

“...I’m…” Shen Yuan turned his head, eyes squeezed shut. He felt so dramatic right now, but honestly, this situation was so tense! He wanted to run for his life! He would die the moment Liu Qingge swiped his sword! “...I’m...not a succubus.” Because hah! He wasn’t born as one! He was a cambion, and if you really wanted to go demon status, he was an incubus! Take that you handsome brute!

  Liu Qingge wasn’t even listening. Was the guy immune to his energy? Ah! He wanted to scream, but he kept a grip on Luo Binghe, stepping back. Okay, up the charms. One of the great things about being a cambion was that his signature energy might be that of a succubus, but, through it all, he was still just a half breed! Maybe he could just, pretend he was a human! Focus Shen Yuan! Mask your energy!!

Liu Qingge suddenly faltered, especially whenever he kept making a step forward, Luo Binghe would keep glaring and moving in the same direction.

   “...” Liu Qingge pushed his sword back into its sheath. “Tsk. It’s gone...maybe it wasn’t you.”

Success! His energy was masked! He was doing this! Shen Yuan reached for one of the many fans he had stolen from his husband, this one decorated with purple and pink flora on a pastel blue background. It fluttered over his face, quickly. His hand was slightly shaking and he reached for Binghe’s arm, pulling his son back.

  “We-well, I felt as if we were being followed… Lord Liu.” Shen Yuan says sweetly, ruffling Luo Binghe’s hair, in a motion of good job. “Perhaps it noticed you and ran off?”

“Maybe.” Liu Qingge replies, somewhat irritated. His cheeks were flushing red, and Shen Yuan cursed himself. Don’t go seducing men, Shen Yuan! But he couldn’t really help it? He was batting his lashes, and ugh, fuck, Liu Qingge just felt like he would be a good meal. Stupid, stupid sexual needs! The Peak Lord just kept blushing, but his pretty face was still scowling. Gently, Shen Yuan patted Binghe’s head.

  “Come, aren’t we going to get some fresh berries for tonight? A-Qiu has such a sweet tooth--” Shen Yuan ushers his child away, trying to ignore the glare he was getting from the Peak Lord. Please Qingge! This half-breed just wanted to spend some time with his child!

“I should lock you up.” Shen Qingqiu says after Luo Binghe spills out what happened. Shen Yuan looks as betrayed as he feels, and Binghe ducked his head.

  “Sorry, Papa… Shizun asked…”

“Don’t call him Shizun! He’s your father.”

  Shen Qingqiu makes a face but doesn’t comment on the issue, it wasn’t one of disgust or rage, but more shy and embarrassed at being called Father. “If he had found out--”

“But Papa isn’t a succubus?” Luo Binghe interrupts, brows furrowed even as Shen Yuan is sniffling at the hurt of being sold out by his child. How could you Binghe, Shen Yuan even bribed you!

  Shen Yuan glanced at his husband, who was more interested in his meal than the conversation. Casually, Shen Qingqiu says:

“Your Papa is a half-breed.”

“Papa is a demon?”

No! Qingqiu, you dick! Shen Yuan turned to Binghe, who looked torn.

   “Half.” Shen Yuan gently says, reaching for the other. Luo Binghe didn’t even flinch, but his eyes were hard and--! Ah! He was determined!

“Even then, you’re still my papa. You’re nicer than any human I met, besides my Mother!” That declaration! Shen Yuan starts tearing up again, which only makes Luo Binghe tear up. Shen Yuan hears a sigh from his amused husband before he turns to stare at Shen Qingqiu.

“Don’t say that, isn’t your Father nice?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...Father treats me well.” Luo Binghe finally answers.

  Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even reply, content with sipping tea.

“...Father has to also be Shizun… it is only right for him to be hard on me.”

  “Smart boy.” Shen Qingqiu responds. Shen Yuan can’t help but swoon at his tsundere lover. He reaches over and gently kisses the man on the cheek. Even then, his husband remains collected and so cool! Shen Yuan was so lucky to be blessed with this family!

“... Papa, does that mean, you really are a succubus?” Luo Binghe asks, staring up at Shen Yuan like he was about to be scolded. Shen Yuan shakes his head.

  “My mother was, but a male is called an incubus. However, a half breed is called a cambion.” Shen Yuan watched the expression on Luo Binghe’s face, awe and shock and then he nods.

“If anyone tries to hurt you, I will protect you!”

Shen Yuan drags him into a hug, near squealing. “Husband! I can’t believe how lucky we are to have such a sweet child!” Said man is daintily wiping his mouth after the meal. So cool, so casual. Shen Yuan could feel his own eyes sparkling with admiration.

Even if Qingqiu doesn’t respond, he still smiles faintly around his teacup when he stares at Luo Binghe. Which, you know, for Shen Yuan, is enough.

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There’s a big issue.

Very big.

   Shen Yuan has this huge amount of guilt that comes from the fact his husband has a qi deviation, and Shen Yuan can’t offer enough qi to make sure he’s okay, so Yue Qingyuan has to do it. He knows Shen Qingqiu suffers from them often, but he never had to sit and watch it happen. Helpless, trying to surge his energy through his lover without making anyone notice there was a demon in their peak. It’s not until Yue Qingyuan pulls him away, takes his place beside his husband that Shen Yuan nearly breaks down into a fit of tears. It’s only when Binghe tugs him further away that Shen Yuan does.

“Papa--”

“I couldn’t even help him! Your papa is useless.” Shen Yuan wipes his eyes, aching with the effort to not just sob. Luo Binghe makes a face.

“No, Papa, you’re not! You’re strong… and smart… and you make the best candy ever.”

   “Oh Binghe, you’re so sweet. How will your Papa live when you grow up?” Shen Yuan wipes his face with the edge of his sleeves, staring over at the young boy. It had been three years since Binghe came to Qing Jing Peak, the boy now fifteen and bright. The other disciples didn’t bully him, but they did still avoid him due to his relationship with their Shizun. Between that, and Shen Yuan’s constant showing off of his son's skills, Luo Binghe was still an outcast with this peak. But other Peaks -- Bai Zhan -- seemed eager to test the boy’s skills. Shen Yuan had even politely -- charmed -- Liu Qingge into giving his son some one on one lessons. And if Shen Yuan knew his son, he was going to fight Qingge for getting his boy infatuated!

How dare he!

He said train, not get his baby crushing!

   Annoying. Annoying. Everything was starting to get on his nerves! And his husband was in the home, suffering from a Qi Deviation, and what did Shen Yuan do?! Panic! Because no one knew he was a demon! Fuck. Shen Yuan buried his face in his hands. Okay, breathe, Shen Yuan. Just, breathe. Binghe was looking like he might even cry, so you have to be the adult! Adult, Shen Yuan!

FUUUUCK. HE COULDN’T ADULT. THIS WAS SO MUCH.

   “Shen Yuan…” Says a voice that isn’t his husband, but it’s softer and oh so calm. A hand on his shoulder, the touch nearly making Shen Yuan jerk forward in need to just-- no no no, you’re just stressed out, Shen Yuan. Sex can’t solve-- okay. It probably can. This is the world of PIDW. Sex is like always the answer. Bless for being a sex-starved creature, right? Why was Yue Qingyuan full of pure energy? Untainted. Like… like… a virgin.

Fuck.

“Shen Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan repeats, more gentle than before. “He’s awake if you want to see him.”

   “God yes.” Shen Yuan doesn’t even wait, gently nudges Luo Binghe, “let me talk to Sect Leader Yue alone, okay? I’m gonna go inside and make sure A-Qiu is okay.” There’s a hesitance from his sweet lotus, but a slump of shoulders and Luo Binghe moves. Yue Qingyuan opens his mouth yet closes it when he’s pulled inside along Shen Yuan.

“A-Qiu!” Shen Yuan exclaims, not letting Yue Qingyuan go, not when he felt so good with even this touch. Shen Qingqiu is sitting up in bed, brow raising the moment he spots their tangled fingers.

“Oh.” Shen Qingqiu says, looking pale and exhausted. “Shen Yuan, you should’ve told me.”

“What?” Shen Yuan looks down at the fact he -- oh hah, he was still holding Yue Qingyuan’s hand! “Oh.”

   “Qingqiu-shidi,” poor Yue Qingyuan looked stressed as if caught in a bad situation. He was, but it wasn’t between him and Shen Qingqiu. It was Shen Yuan’s needing nature-- when was the last time he fed? Would he even be able to with his husband still coming down from a Qi Deviation? Shen Qingqiu glances at the other man, before letting his gaze fall back onto Shen Yuan.

“Him? If you want.” He sighed, leaning back onto his sheets, eyes sliding shut. It was so nice to know that Shen Qingqiu knew him well enough to tell when Shen Yuan would be near starving.

   Shen Yuan chewed his lower lip, pulling from the hold, to move towards his husband. He settled onto the edge of the bed, brushing his fingers across the other's forehead. He stroked softly, smiling gently. “It’s shitty.”

“Mm.”

“Do you feel better?”

   “Better than usual.” Shen Qingqiu settles himself onto the sheets, “I decided to remain in bed. I can’t attend to your needs today… but, this shidi beseeches his shixiong to… care for his husband.”

“...”

“...”

   Shen Yuan stares at Yue Qingyuan, who looks as if he slapped in the face. There are many reasons that Shen Yuan is down for this.

1. Yue Qingyuan was sweet and caring, no matter how stressful or irritating the situation or person.
2. He treated Binghe like a father would treat their son. Sure, Shen Qingqiu was nice to Binghe, but Yue Qingyuan wasn't just nice! He was sweet! Caring! He smiled and patted Binghe’s head whenever Shen Yuan gushed about him, and never once disregarded his child.
3. He treated Shen Yuan like he was something treasured. He’s seen how Yue Qingyuan treated others, a sort of distance, but maybe it was because he and Shen Qingqiu had a long friendship, but whenever Shen Yuan was around, he wasn’t even? Ignored? He was just? Looked at, smiled at, spoken to with respect? Like, shit, Shen Yuan was smitten.
4. And now with his energy? Shen Yuan had to have him.

   Months ago, he did casually mention it to Shen Qingqiu, who just gave him a look that was more or less amused than disgusted. Shen Yuan was a creature who thrived with sex, he didn’t mean to be so forward about it, but Shen Qingqiu didn’t seem to mind. So, he figured, it was probably okay?

He once mentioned Shang Qinghua, and Shen Qingqiu didn’t talk to him for the rest of the night. So, Yue Qingyuan was a safe bet.

“P… pardon?” Yue Qingyuan says, voice cracking.

“You heard me.”

   Okay, Shen Qingqiu had to shut up, because he went from nice to annoyed in five seconds. Shen Yuan placed a palm on his husband's chest, patting gently as he turned his full attention to the elder of the room.

“Daozhang, what… A-Qiu is trying to say,” Shen Yuan upped his charm level. Fifty? Bah! One hundred percent! He needed to add a head tilt, coyly tracing circles on his husband's chest. Shen Qingqiu snorted at him, muttering something about him being shameless, which made Shen Yuan want to hit him, but he couldn’t! Pretend. To. Be. Cute! Charming! Be loving! Sexy! He would stop once he finished talking, but Yue Qingyuan looked like he might run! He had to do something. “... this one… he… has needs. I… must constantly dual cultivate, and if my husband cannot tend to me… will Daozhang…?”

   In hindsight, neither Shen Yuan or his husband, expected Yue Qingyuan to go bright red, stammer, step back, and knock into the closed door, turn as if to apologize to it, then promptly slam into it. He doesn’t even move.

Shen Yuan blinked. Did he… overdo it?

“I--”

   Oh god, he did overdo it. Shen Qingqiu was silently laughing as he watched the entire thing, shoulders shaking and a hand pressed to his mouth. When Yue Qingyuan turned back around, smoothing his robes, his-- his nose was bleeding?!

“Oh my god, are you--?!” Did he just make Yue Qingyuan qi deviate?! By asking for sex?! Shen Yuan rushed for a handkerchief, or something to help clean up the blood dribbling down the males face. He dabbed gently, holding the cloth to his nose and panicked. “I’m sorry!”

“N-no! I--! I do not… I--” Yue Qingyuan grabs at the cloth, pulling back. “I cannot… just… “

“You don’t understand, Qi-ge.” Shen Qingqiu pipes up, calm despite his laughing fit. “If A-Yuan doesn’t dual cultivate often, he will die.”

Wow. Way to put it into words.

   “We haven’t in the past week. If he doesn’t…” Shen Yuan was honestly shocked silence. His husband was speaking as if… if he truly would die as soon as he didn’t get laid! Sounding so pitiful, so sad! “...I fear his body will fail him… it’s an ugly sight…”

Okay, okay. Stop talking, Shen Qingqiu, give your husband some face--

“...he looks like a… pitiful, wretched dying fish…”

Ouch?

“...whining and wailing like an animal in heat…”

SHEN QINGQIU.

   Shen Yuan gawked at his lover, horror evident on his face as Yue Qingyuan seemed to pale. That-- this is emotional manipulation! Even if it was somewhat true?! He didn’t look like a dying fish, but he did get pale and sickly, and he didn’t wail like an animal in heat…

...did he?

...did...he?

Oh wow, now Shen Yuan was embarrassed and ashamed. His husband was a dick.

   “Okay, enough.” Shen Yuan snaps, glaring at his lover before turning to Yue Qingyuan. He batted his lashes, a pout on his lips. “... Qi-ge, won’t you please…?”

Apparently saying Qi-ge was the wrong thing. As said man promptly passed out.

   “Wow.” Shen Qingqiu says from his spot, peering over at Yue Qingyuan with wide eyes. “What did you do?”

“I-- I didn’t do this!”

“I didn’t call him Qi-ge then decided to pout.”

“I do the same thing to you!”

“We’ve been married for nearly three decades, I’m used to your shit.”

“You called me a fucking dying fish, you get no say in how I do this!”

“He’s a virgin, A-Yuan, go easy on him.”

“Then you have sex with him!”

“I’m not having sex with him first.”

“SHEN QINGQIU.”

“I’m serious, he might cry. I can’t handle crying when I have sex, it’s weird and gets everywhere, ugh.”

“But I’ve cried during sex.”

“And now you know why I always made you face the other way when you did.”

Shen Yuan went back to his previous, mental note.

5. Shen Qingqiu wasn’t a scumbag. He was a complete dick.

Yue Qingyuan wakes up moments after passing out, as Shen Yuan attempted to sit him up. They managed to get him onto a chair while Shen Qingqiu watched, with a blank expression. He was being ignored by Shen Yuan, not by rage, but knowing if he looked at his husband, he might lose all self-control. He focused on the sect leader, who still looked dazed and flushed.

“..did I offend you, Daozhang? I didn’t mean too… if you don’t want too, I will find another…”

“No, you won’t.” Comes his husband's clipped, snarky input.

Shen Yuan cleared his throat. “As you can see, he trusts you completely…”

Yue Qingyuan nods slowly. A shaking hand to his head as he inhaled deeply. “If… you need it, this… for Xiao Jiu…”

   Shen Yuan smiles lightly. “Don’t worry, Yue Qingyuan… I don’t bite.” He did. A lot. Couldn’t help it. But Yue Qingyuan didn't have to know yet. Yue Qingyuan glanced at Shen Qingqiu, then back at Shen Yuan.

“H-here?”

“Yes.” Both replies came at two different tones, one softer and the other more excited. Shen Yuan could feel his brow twitch. His husband… a voyeur. Not a shock from someone who visited brothels.

“...Now?”

   “Yes.” Again, two same replies with different tones. Shen Yuan rolled his eyes and reached for Yue Qingyuan. He knew what to do, to lessen nerves, to soothe with his own energy… but this was still the sect leader, who was sharper than others. He would have to be… sweet. Actual, Shen Yuan sweet.

“If you do not wish too, that is fine. I don’t mind waiting a few more days--”

“No, I--” Yue Qingyuan swallows. “I would like too.”

Oh, thank god.

Bless, Shen Yuan didn’t feel as bad now.

   ...he just hoped Yue Qingyuan didn’t see him as… Shen Qingqiu. You know? That would’ve been awkward. Especially since Shen Yuan was the one doing all the work! Yue Qingyuan was all tense, and shy, and kept looking away from him… while he… started doing his thing. Brushing fingers over Yue Qingyuan’s thighs, helped him strip a bit until there were no layers. Shen Yuan kissed at his knees, trailing upwards, and maybe he liked glancing over at his husband when he grazed Yue Qingyuan’s cock with his lips. Liked seeing the look of desire sketched onto his husband's face, the blown pupils, the smell of arousal that only furthered Shen Yuan’s need. It was hot.

He parted his lips, taking in the head of the elder's cock in with ease. His eyes snapped back to Yue Qingyuan, to see the flushed cheeks darken, the fingers curl against his side as Shen Yuan ducked his head further. Blowjobs were always awkward. He never knew what guys liked. Some liked to just be deepthroated, able to thrust into his mouth. Others just liked having their cock licked and sucked. Yue Qingyuan didn’t seem to know what he liked, so Shen Yuan explored. He flicked his tongue over the already leaking head, sucked gently until he heard Yue Qingyuan gasp and ah, there’s a hand in his hair. A hand that tightens whenever Shen Yuan takes in more than just the tip, the base as he bobs his head and drags his teeth gently against the girth.

   The elder tenses at that, but he moans deeply, fingers shaking. Yue Qingyuan was shyly rolling his hips forward, pushing him deeper into Shen Yuan’s mouth and the cambion allowed it with his own, sweet moan. Honestly, he’s surprised Yue Qingyuan was able to keep up this long.

“Sh-shen Jiu--”

Are you serious--!

“--am I allowed… to… in his mouth…?”

Oh. Wait.

Why are you asking him?!

What happened to the guy sucking your dick?!

   Okay, truthfully, Shen Yuan wouldn’t have cared. But then he felt a little amused that Yue Qingyuan was so awkward--! It had to be that Shen Qingiqu was staring.

“Yes.”

   And then Shen Yuan, knowing any succubi would be proud, deepthroated the cock in his mouth, and swallowed as soon as he felt Yue Qingyuan cum. He internally applauds himself, pulling back, sighing contently at the surge of energy that came from sex. Yue Qingyuan’s is sweeter than his husband's spicier one; tastes akin to honey that settles on his tongue nicely. He liked it. A lot more than he thought he would.

Licking his lips, lest any residue of semen lingered, Shen Yuan gingerly patted the elder's thigh. Yue Qingyuan was flushed red, and looking anywhere but at him.

“A-Qiu.” Shen Yuan says, as kind as ever, staring up at the sect leader with want in his eyes. Shen Qingqiu hums a sound, it’s throaty, thick with arousal and leaves Shen Yuan trembling. “Can I have him?”

   Yue Qingyuan swallows thickly.

   Yue Qingyuan falls easily into their relationship like he was always meant to be there. And Shen Yuan adores it. He’s like a soft father for Luo Binghe, when Shen Qingqiu is hard. At first, Shen Yuan thought he would be replaced, ignored-- but the two men were as ever loyal to him as they were to each other. And per usual, PIDW fashion, sex fixed their… relationship.

And if Shen Yuan got fed a bit more than usual, loving the sweet and salty combined tastes of his lovers? This was fine. He felt… full of life? And learning to use his more human qi was alot easier than before.

...he also loved the sex.

He told himself he wouldn’t.

But he did.

    LOOK. There was only so much he could do, like now, when he has Shen Qingqiu’s dick in his mouth and Yue Qingyuan thrusting inside him like he was something to be cherished. Nice, but… it was going to make him cry and Shen Qingqiu clearly didn’t like it when he cried during sex! So!

Shen Yuan wriggled his hips, pushing back as he matched each thrust forward into him, trying to focus on sucking his husband's dick while his mind swam with pleasure. He grasped the bedsheets, moaning loudly, eyes squeezing shut while Shen Qingqiu brushed his sweat matted hair back.

“Ah, if only Qingyuan could see your face… so dirty, Yuan…” Shen Qingqiu murmurs, “so cute. Do you want to be turned around?”

   Shen Yuan made a sobbing sound, which only amused his husband. Please, don’t turn him around, Shen Qingqiu. He really would cry!

Yue Qingyuan kissed at his neck, chuckling. “I’ll cum and let Qingqiu finish inside, will that make you happy?”

Oh my god.

His lovers… were so dirty!

And he was a cambion!

He was supposed to be top-notch sinful!

But these two!

AAAAH.

    Shen Yuan does get turned around, he hiccups as he tries to hide his flushed face, hearing only Shen Qingqiu kiss Yue Qingyuan, as the eldest thrust and rocked down into him. Shen Yuan tightened around the cock pounding into him, a pout on his mouth. If they wanted to play like this…! Then he would just up his cuteness levels!

He pulls his hand from his face and bats up teary-eyed lashes at Yue Qingyuan. The male tenses, gasping out a soft a-yuan before dipping down and kissing him softly. Gotcha!

   With that, Shen Yuan used as much strength as he had, flipping the position and slamming himself down on the other's erection. His hand pressed flat against Yue Qingyuan’s chest, and Shen Yuan rode him. Kept on even as he dragged Shen Qingqiu into a kiss, continued until his thighs were shaking and Yue Qingyuan’s voice was a deep rumble of pleasure. Shen Yuan breathes in sharply, lowers himself harshly once more and rolls his hips.

“Ah, mmm, Qingyuan, pl-please finish… for me.. for your A-Yuan…”

It works.

   Shen Yuan should get a fucking prize for being able to make his lover cum without using his command voice. Shen Qingqiu laughs beside him, lowering to give Yue Qingyuan a searing kiss that leaves him grinning like a love-struck fool. Their love-struck fool.

Shen Yuan barely gets off Yue Qingyuan before his back hits the bed again, his leg hooked over his husband's shoulder. He squeaks, reaching for something, and nearly hits the edge of the bed-- did they really move that much?! -- as another cock pushes past his slicked hole and thrusts into him with no wait.

   “Fuck-! Qingqiu--!” Shen Yuan gasps out, clawing the sheets-- wait clawing--?! His more demonic side was leaking out. Claws came with it, the sharpening of his canines, a tail if he wasn’t… careful… once he had little wings--

--BUT. Nothing too much, since he had to look as human as possible to blend in… but this-! He sobs. “Qingqiu.” And His husband shushes him, lowers so Shen Yuan can dig his teeth into Shen Qingqiu’s neck, with a shudder as he tightened and climaxed for the umpteenth time that night.

   They had told Yue Qingyuan about the uh… demon thing. The elder had became concerned, before smiling lightly and assuring the two that it was okay. That A-Yuan was still the gentle, loving parent he saw around the Qing Jing Peak. But still. Shen Yuan didn’t want Yue Qingyuan to see this side of him! The more feral side that wanted nothing more than to bite and claw up his husband!

He was surging with energy, sexual and spiritual. Content and lethargic as Shen Qingqiu came in him, pulling out with a pleasant sound. He laid there, panting and legs spread. God, he felt… sticky and full.

   “...One of you… carry me to the bath.” Shen Yuan demands, swallowing thickly as he managed to sit up. Yue Qingyuan looked as sated as Shen Qingqiu, if not, a bit more red. His husband had a shit-eating grin on his face. Not good. “What.”

“Nothing. Your husband is just admiring you.”

“A-Yuan, you… have wings?”

Oh fuck.