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Mu Qing woke up next to a half-naked Feng Xin, and the half of their clothing littering the floor of Feng Xin's home. Maybe an hour had passed, but he felt the stickiness on his crotch of the rough sex they'd just had earlier. He nudged Feng Xin awake, the other one still bruised up, lovebitten, and that fluid warmth of Mu Qing's spend still throbbing inside of him. His body absorbed most of it though, although the slippery feeling remained. Mu Qing led them both to take a warm shower, where Feng Xin had glass bottles of orange-vanilla shampoo, and lemon-sugar soap. Bright and sunny really was his aesthetic. When they were done, it was about to be dinner time, so once they were into clean clothing, they'd be going down to the Zion Mess Decks.
Mu Qing noticed Feng Xin limping, and felt slightly guilty, so he made sure to hold him close, and be of service to him once they were in line for the dinner of the night. Dinner tonight was beef pho or beef vermicelli stir fry with egg, or spring rolls, and sticky rice with mango and green tea ice cream for dessert. Mu Qing carried both of their plates and once Feng Xin picked a table, they went to sit at a private booth. Mu Qing smelled amazing, wearing Feng Xin's signature scents, and he looked even better in the simple black robes he borrowed from him. Since Feng Xin was low on clean clothing; he'd have to handwash their clothes later, he had found an old robe with grey leggings and that's what he threw on. It was only after Mu Qing's attention was caught by the gold butterflies as front buttons, that he realized
"You're wearing your Nan Feng outfit," shoving a bite of beef vermicelli in his mouth. Feng Xin had opted for the pho, and he let the slices of raw steak cook a little longer in the broth.
"Well, you kind of got your fluids all over the back of my other robe! What the hell was I supposed to wear?" he argued back, but his words without bite.
"Don't tell me you two are arguing on Mu Qing's second day here," Xie Lian said with a smile as he and Hua Cheng, in his long red coat, slid into the booth right next to Mu Qing and Feng Xin. Xie Lian, next to Feng Xin, greeted him with a kiss on the cheek which meant nothing between them, other than a friendly greeting. Still, it made Mu Qing twinge with slight jealousy.
"Nan Yang, what happened to your neck?" Hua Cheng, always the one to be shameless and still taunt his husband's former servants, pointed out, which made Feng Xin incredibly flustered. He took a loud slurp of his broth, to attempt to divert the issue. Mu Qing ate his food a little faster to avoid the question too.
Xie Lian clicked his teeth "San Lang, don't embarrass Feng Xin like that. If him and Mu Qing choose to display their love for each other this way, you can't judge them!"
Now both Feng Xin and Mu Qing ate in flustered silence, as the other two were their audience.
"I'm not judging them, I kind of admire how Nan Yang is happily displaying his love bites. Kind of of like how gege sometimes lets me mark him! ;)" Hua Cheng smiled with slight cynicism.
"It's obvious you two love each other and it's so cute! I'm happy you found your love once again A-Xin!" Xie Lian smiled.
Mu Qing replayed Xie Lian's statement in his head and let the words marinate for a bit. So Feng Xin was referring to Mu Qing as his love before his extrication to Zion. Him saying "I love you too' during sex wasn't just for the sake of saying something back. Feng Xin really did love him. Mu Qing had to keep reminding his insecure little self that the hard evidence was the fact that, when Feng Xin was in his Xin Trinity cover, he still chose not to kill him, and excluded him from the harm he did to everyone else.
Ling Wen had stopped by their table, with dessert and a cup of lychee tea on her plate. She looked stunningly gorgeous in her simple lavender robe she wore, where the four men, even as straight as they weren't, couldn’t help but to admire her.
"Dianxia, Hua Cheng, and Generals. I need you four in the Matrix rooms very soon. We just got word that there are blood rituals occurring right in the heart if Xianle, to some entity named White No Face. The SWAT cannot fight them as they have been defunded by well, yours truly, Feng Xin. But still, even with the few folks who are taking a stand on this, they can't against the Nephilim."
"Would a bunch of criminals really wait on us? Let's go!" Mu Qing stood up, being the first to move. Hua Cheng reminded him to calm down.
"You're okay Mu Qing; we can sort of bend through Xianle's space and time and land right in the middle of the event. It helps that we are 200 years ahead of Xianle time," he smiled.
"Wait, what year is it here?" Mu Qing had to ask.
"It's the year 2222," Feng Xin answered him. The two couples followed one after the other, and soon, Ling Wen had them all seated and began to plug in wires into their Abyss Plugs that materialized on their bodies, and she entered a password onto a computer, while warning them,
"Entering the Matrix in three, two, one!!"
Mu Qing found himself alone on top of a skyscraper, and when he called out to Feng Xin, he felt the other answer him telepathically, that warm deep voice in echoing in his brain.
"A-Xin, where did you land, and where do we go?"
"Qing-er, Ling Wen will send us coordinates soon. I will meet you by the cathedral spires. Be careful with the Nephilim. They are everywhere. You should be getting your zhanmadao sent to you right now. I just got my bow and arrow uploaded," Feng Xin continued.
The dark sunglasses over Mu Qing's eyes worked as a heads-up display, and immediately, the location of this incident was shown, as a third-dimensional pop-up map of translucent figures. Mu Qing felt a heavy weight on his back from where a long saber made of iridescent silver that glowed with a bluish light materialized.
"I have my weapon, I'm moving now!" Mu Qing told Feng Xin.
He knew how to fly now, so getting there should've been no hard feat. Except that, as he was about to jump from the building, he had barely dodged a bullet from a giant shadow, now standing behind him. The shadow creature took off in hot pursuit of Mu Qing, as he gracefully dashed in between buildings to avoid it. Its claws had grabbed a hold of the ends of Mu Qing's long, raven hair, which threw his momentum off, causing him to plummet to the ground below with a painful crash.
"Son of a bitch!" he cursed.
The shadow creature jumped in front of him as Mu Qing recovered his footing in the middle of an abandoned intersection, and had the barrel of it's spirit gun aimed at Mu Qing's head, point blank. But two arrows to its chest disabled it. Quickly, Mu Qing rose to his feet, withdrew his zhandmadao, and he decapitated the creature in one, clean slice, the blood from the strike spurting forth from the wound and pooling onto the street. Feng Xin helped Mu Qing shake off the dust, and they continued to the location.
"That was a Nephilim. They appear slightly different than you remember. Because of the blood sacrifices."
Feng Xin was in his skintight catsuit again, as was Mu Qing, when he took notice of his own reflection on the windows of an empty shop they passed. He had to admit, he looked good in a vinyl catsuit himself, and he liked the way the outfit lengthened his legs, and gave the illusion of a tapered waist. That was an intrusive thought for later, at how he felt he must've looked even better to Feng Xin, who was still limping slightly from earlier.
At the cathedral spires, of some ancient gothic structure, Xie Lian was standing by, atop the bell, ready with his Ruoye to form a portal of escape once the mission was completed. Hua Cheng appeared in between Feng Xin and Mu Qing, and handed them a talisman of a Shadow Eye, so they could slip in seamlessly through the front door, which was blocked off with a light prevention spell.
They entered the darkened church, where nothing happened at the surface, but there were those Nephilim spirits not too far away, going down a stairway into the catacombs. Mu Qing was about to walk there, thinking the talisman was a concealment. Hua Cheng captured him by the elbow.
"The talisman was to help you gain entry, do not just budge right into their trap!"
"Ling Wen, may we all get guns?" Feng Xin asked her, touching his temple.
All three of them had two pistols each appear, with enough ammunition, they hoped, for each weapon. Once they were locked and loaded, Hua Cheng ordered Feng Xin to fire the first distraction bullet, so he fired a round to the stained glass window adjacent of the stairway down to the catacombs. A crowd of Nephilim gathered around curiously to see what broke the glass, and at this, both Feng Xin and Mu Qing fired off multiple bullets into their backs, advancing forward.
Hua Cheng was the first one down the stairs, leading into a dark, damp hall made of old brick, lit by lanterns made of trapped ghost fires. It stank of decay and mold down here, decades old, and derelict. He was the first one to attack directly, placing stun talismans on all the Nephilim. In the center of those creatures, were the cloaked figures of five young women who appeared visibly frightened with the sudden altercation.
Feng Xin led the women out to safety immediately, forming a shield of protection around them, with Mu Qing covering the caboose of the file line they formed. They ran for their lives, as the talismans began to weaken. Luckily, they reached Xie Lian in time, and the women were each guided through the Ruoye portal, as they waited for Hua Cheng to be the last one out. Feng Xin maintained his shield around them all, while Mu Qing maintained his pistols drawn towards the back. Hua Cheng came running out, fighting off one of the creatures who had him grabbed by his leg. Mu Qing fired a bullet into the creature, but it immediately fired back at Mu Qing. Once the women made it through, Xie Lian temporarily closed the portal, and sought cover behind his husband.
Mu Qing managed to dodge a nearly point blank round aimed at him, by bending all the way backwards, until his back was parallel with the ground, but the Nephilim were relentless. Feng Xin wanted to stay and fight them, but Xie Lian insisted it was time to go. As he fired a bullet into the them, Mu Qing had seen a sniper at the top of the building from his bent-back point of view, aiming right at Feng Xin. He jumped up right immediately, tackling Feng Xin to the ground, and felt a blinding pain spear him through his right shoulder. Feng Xin's face went pale as he saw blood splash out where the bullet penetrated Mu Qing's shoulder, and using his shield, he carried him to safety, and they made it through the Ruoye portal. Back in the Matrix room, Ling Wen witnessed their bodies disappear, evidence that they went back through the portal and didn't need to disconnect. That wasn't normal though.
"What the hell were you thinking, Mu Qing?!" Feng Xin scolded him. Mu Qing didn't feel he was going to die; he was mightily pissed the fuck off however, from the pulsing pain in his shoulder.
They made it back to Zion, where Feng Xin bridal carried Mu Qing to the medical facilities close to HuaLian's chambers. Mu Qing was also embarrassed. It had always been him to be the strong one who didn't need anyone, and him to be the one to protect Feng Xin, so how dare he be angry with him??
"I'm not fucking delicate, Feng Xin! Put me the fuck down!!" he protested.
"You just fucking got shot you ignorant son of a bitch!" Feng Xin cussed him out.
"I TOOK A FUCKING BULLET FOR YOU, IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL, I'M FINE!"
"YOU'RE CLEARLY NOT FINE, YOU'RE FUCKING BLEEDING! YOU'RE SO STUPID, MU QING!!"
In contrast to Feng Xin's raw anger coming from a place of concern, he gently laid Mu Qing on a stretcher, waiting for Xie Lian to arrive. He came in not long after, with tweezers and a bottle of alcohol, and sterilizing pads. Mu Qing cupped his own mouth, tears forming in his gorgeous eyes, as Xie Lian pressed an alcohol-soaked gauze to his bared shoulder, to plug the wound, and clean up the dried blood.
"Well, the wound isn't fatal. It struck his bone and stopped there. But it barely missed his arteries. A-Qing, you need to rest for a few days. Feng Xin, please see to it."
Xie Lian took the tweezers that he had and he had Mu Qing lean forward.
"This may hurt a little," he warned, before he pushed the tweezers into Mu Qing's bullet wound, causing him to stifle a curse with his sleeves and cry out in tears of pain. His pale face was completely reddened, his elongated eyes shut tightly, as the pain of the metal inside of him was excruciating as every nerve was bumped into on the way to retrieve the bullet. Feng Xin combed Mu Qing's long black, silky hair with his fingertips, and wiped away his tears. Mu Qing flinched as the bullet was successfully retrieved and then dumped on a metal dish next to him. Very small bits of his meat remained stuck the bullet. Xie Lian patched and covered him up. When Feng Xin offered to help him up, he rudely shoved him out of his way.
"I can fucking walk, fucking move," he stormed out, leaving Feng Xin furrowing his eyebrows at him as he watched him leave.
"This is all my fucking fault," Feng Xin thought to himself.
Mu Qing was in his room by now, shirtless, in only his trousers, inspecting his wound. He gazed upon his reflection, pissed off at himself for being vulnerable in front of Feng Xin, the man he was supposed to protect and not the other way around. His crying had subsided, but left his cheeks and eyes still red, long black lashes wetted from them. His hut's curtains opened, and there stood his beloved idiot at the threshold, looking like a concerned, lost puppy.
"What the fuck do you want?" he tried to insult him, but it came out as more of a squeak than a curse.
Feng Xin sighed as he walked into his hut, carrying a basket of food and medicine in one hand. Again, he was in that stupid Nan Feng getup since his other robes were hanging out to dry on their shared clothing line. Mu Qing still felt vulnerable under Feng Xin's gaze, but he knew no matter how much he fought, that he wouldn't leave.
He walked over to him, and gently took the basket from him, inching himself on his bare heels, to show that he was still taller, mightier, and the protector, as he innocently kissed Feng Xin on the forehead. They ate the fresh, steamed buns, some meat ones and some dessert ones, that Feng Xin had baked himself, and drank tea that he brought over. Feng Xin had to practically force him to swallow his amoxicillin tablets. He stayed the night, to help Mu Qing bathe himself and change his bloodied gauzes the next morning. Though Mu Qing didn't require the help of this doll of a man, no amount of bitching would make him leave, and he honestly felt awful seeing the hurt in Feng Xin's golden amber eyes filling with tears when Mu Qing yelled at him.
”Love will guilt trip you,” he thought.
He told Mu Qing to lay in bed for a while, while he brought over those flaky croissants he loved, for breakfast. Feng Xin combed Mu Qing's silky strands into a braid, to keep it from his face as he ate. It was all too good, the food, Feng Xin's altruistic service to him, which he didn't feel worthy of. Feng Xin was too good to him. Once he was done, he felt a little less irritable than he had the night before, and asked Feng Xin to cuddle with him. The man had been on his feet all morning, tending to him. He laid beside Mu Qing, and spooned him in his muscular arms, and his warm breath felt like a soothing balm on the covered-up wound on Mu Qing's back. He shifted in his arms to get a good sleeping position, when he felt something warm and hard poke the back of his upper thigh. He knew it. Feng Xin tried to back away slightly, but then he felt Mu Qing back up into him, and he began to grind his warm hips against his crotch. And then Mu Qing reached back to grab for his clothed dick, rock solid.
"You want to? Are you able to?" Feng Xin asked him, in soft sighs that came broken as his pulse accelerated.
"I want to and I can. But...would you be okay with doing it to me? I've never had it and I've been curious as to how it feels for you," Mu Qing whispered, still stroking Feng Xin's cock.
"It's the best feeling in the world. But I can do it to you if that's what you want. I want you to enjoy the experience, so I'll go slow," Feng Xin breathed down his neck, his fingertips kneading into the soft, pale and delicate flesh of Mu Qing's narrow hips. In one pull, he yanked Mu Qing's pants down, so he was now completely naked.
Mu Qing mentioned that he had just gotten lavender oil recently, and it was in the medicine cabinet. Feng Xin retrieved it and brought it back, helping Mu Qing raised up his long and thin, pale thigh, for leverage. Feng Xin coated his fingertips, kissing the nape of Mu Qing's neck, careful to not touch his covered bullet wound directly. Feng Xin lazily massaged his lower back, his slender hips, and his soft, pale cheeks that reddened easily when Feng Xin took a firm grab of them.
"Let me know if this hurts, and I can stop."
Mu Qing melted into the sensation of being controlled, Feng Xin's soft touch on his skin electrifying. One hand had begun jerking him off, while the other hand slowly spread his ass open, and Mu Qing gasped when he felt an oil-soaked fingertip on the outside of his rim. It pushed through inside if him, and though it didn't hurt, it felt foreign and a little bit awkward. But Feng Xin was more experienced in this than he was, as he was normally the receiver, so quickly, he found his prostate. Mu Qing moaned languidly as he felt that bundle of nerves pressed into, which cause the swelling in his cock to intensify. It felt so good, that he was fucking himself on Feng Xin's hand. Another finger slipped in, scissoring in and out of Mu Qing, soft, low rumbles emitting from his snow-white throat as he arched his back to Feng Xin's chest, rising and falling. When Feng Xin felt Mu Qing's body become at ease, he inserted a third finger into Mu Qing's hole, twirling his wrist as Mu Qing thrusted his own hips on his hand. Mu Qing felt himself being steadied by a warm hand which gripped his hips to get him to slow down before he came on himself.
Feng Xin pulled him close, raising his thigh, and aligning his tip to Mu Qing's entrance. Mu Qing was ready for it, the sensation in his ass from fingers alone feeling way better than he thought.
“You tell me if it's too much, okay, A-Qing. I'll go slow," Feng Xin whispered to him, with one hand over his chest, the other one holding his leg up.
Mu Qing's eyes watered as the tip stretched his entrance open, slowly pushing all the way into him, squelching as he accommodated to Feng Xin's size. The feeling of fullness inside of him already pressed against his pleasure spot, and he felt that he would finish in no time. Mu Qing met Feng Xin's slow thrusts inside him, which formed a bulge in his belly from the inside, that Feng Xin placed his hand over, to press down and amplify the pleasure. Gods it felt amazing! Mu Qing moaned softly, throwing back his hips to feel Feng Xin even deeper in between then, a little harder, faster.
”Fuck you’re so fucking tight Mu Qing,” Feng Xin breathed into the side of Mu Qing’s neck, pulling him back for a kiss as he slowly pumped inside his very tight, virgin hole.
Mu Qing threw his head back on Feng Xin's shoulder, and he guided his hand on his chest up his throat, asking Feng Xin to lightly choke him out so he could come.
"What? Mu Qing?? Are you crazy?"
"Please A-Xin....I like a little bit of pain..." Mu Qing moaned.
He rested his slender fingers on the back of Feng Xin's hand and motioned him to clasp his neck a little bit harder, while also telling him to fuck him harder too. He told Feng Xin to not be afraid to pull his hair or bite him; that he craved such treatment all of a sudden. It took some convincing, but Feng Xin choked him harder, making Mu Qing see stars, as his prostate was being abused repeatedly. His insides on fire were spiking the pleasure to his balls and cock, as he was speared open on Feng Xin's cock.
His fucking of Mu Qing had become rougher, making lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. Feng Xin sank his teeth into the back of Mu Qing's tender white neck, enough to draw blood, and let the blood flow into his mouth.
"Ahhh....yes....yes A-Xin....harder....harder!" Mu Qing moaned.
A bolt of current throbbed right up Mu Qing's dick when the tip of Feng Xin's cock assaulted his prostate again, and Mu Qing came with a cry, spurting thick, white ropes of cum all over his bedsheets. He melted into Feng Xin's grasp, as the other maintained a death grip on him, as his own cock suddenly burst inside Mu Qing, filling him up in short quick thrusts, so mucn that some of his spend leaked out. He pulled out and he turned Mu Qing on his back, to kiss him, laying between his long, delicate legs. Then he got up in a little while to get a cloth to clean him up with.
Though Mu Qing had come just moments earlier, he felt his cock grow erect again when he took in Feng Xin's naked form, combined with the velvety sensation of his own cum leaking out of his ass. It was so much! Mu Qing reached a hand below to collect some of it in his palm, and watching as Feng Xin removed his gold ribbon to let his bun come loose, so he could re-style it again.
"Hey, no. Leave your hair down and come back," Mu Qing ordered him.
Something about Feng Xin with his hair down drove Mu Qing wild. Enough cum had collected in his hand to form a small pool, and initially he was going to go dump it. But seeing Feng Xin like this, standing naked, and with the gorgeous afterglow all over his tan skin, with Mu Qing's old teeth marks still on his neck and inner thighs from the night before gave him a very filthy idea. Feng Xin was normally the bottom. And he apparently loved to take Mu Qing's loads. Feng Xin sat next to Mu Qing, unaware of his closed left hand containing his own spend.
"Lay on your belly," Mu Qing ordered him.
"What the fuck, Mu Qing?" Feng Xin raised a brow at him and narrowed his eyes.
"And give me your ribbon."
"Okay, whatever," Feng Xin said, falling into whatever whim Mu Qing wanted. It was only fair since Mu Qing did take a fucking bullet for him.
Mu Qing laid over Feng Xin's back, his flat belly contouring into the curves of it, and with his hand full of Feng Xin's own cum, he reached his fingertips down into his entrance, and let the warm fluid fall around it, to coat it generously, before he'd begin to slip his fingers inside. It was only then that Feng Xin knew exactly what the fuck that warm fluid was, from the still-living heat of it.
"Mu Qing! You filthy bastard!"
Mu Qing giggled as he tied Feng Xin's wrists behind his back, and he pushed a finger inside of him.
"What? It's your own cum, no different than your own spit!"
"You're fucking sick!" Feng Xin protested, the binding on his wrists cutting into him the more he struggled.
"Oh, I'm sick? Who was fucking themselves with a wall dildo last night, hmm?" Mu Qing teased, nipping his ear, slipping two fingers inside Feng Xin's ass, causing him to arch his back from the burning pleasure. "You're gonna fuck yourself on my hand too?"
"Hurry up and just fuck me!" Feng Xin shouted, his face beet red with embarrassment from Mu Qing seeing him at this angle, fully exposed, face down, ass up. Mu Qing slapped his ass cheek and he pulled him back by grabbing a fistful of his silky brown hair, tugging him back so hard, Feng Xin was arched against him.
While reveling in the delicious wetness of the remnants of cum in his ass, Mu Qing granted Feng Xin's wish, and he was able to slip all eight inches of himself up that quivering hole, watching how it puckered and wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. He wondered if that was the same visual Feng Xin had moments earlier when he was penetrating Mu Qing. Mu Qing smiled and offered a "Hmm," as he admired the sight of Feng Xin's own cum slicking Mu Qing's dick, when he completely pulled out and then he shoved himself all the way back inside. Still with Feng Xin's hair gripped in his other hand, his thrusts met Feng Xin's as the other worked himself up and down, descending all the way until Mu Qing's cock disappeared inside of him, soft ass cheeks landing on Mu Qing's thighs.
Mu Qing pinched Feng Xin's light brown nipples and abused them until they were tender and raw, causing him to moan even louder and clench around him more tightly. The fact that Feng Xin was letting himself be railed while using his own cum as lube would always be so hot to Mu Qing. He roughly threw Feng Xin face down on the bed again and began to pump his neglected cock, barely able to wrap his hand around the shaft, still wet from being in Mu Qing's ass earlier, while thrusting so hard into him, it caused Feng Xin to rattle each time. Mu Qing pushed his legs apart and leaned over him, his face buried in his nape, and fingers digging so hard into Feng Xin's hips, that new bruises would form again. Feng Xin bit down into the pillow as he came with a loud, guttural growl, and Mu Qing followed soon after, spilling deep into him, so both his and Feng Xin's own spend combined.
He undid the binding on Feng Xin's wrist as he pulled out of him, watching his beautiful work run down the back of those well-formed, golden thighs. It was way to pretty of a sight. Feng Xin was drained of his energy once again, but he bolted right up when he felt Mu Qing lick one single stripe from his balls to his leaking hole. Mu Qing cleaned up whatever poured out of him, and then he laid Feng Xin on his side, coming up to lay beside him. Both of their cums mixed together on the tip of his tongue tasted of everything their eternal love embodied. Two souls becoming one. Both of their insides were tingling with each other, as they held each other close.
Mu Qing noticed a warm feeling on his right shoulder, before he saw his own blood staining him again. He wasn't bleeding profusely, but the sex had shifted his gauzes, even though he tried to be careful. He sighed, and grabbed Feng Xin to clean up with him.
"Come on, sleeping beauty. You gotta help me with this damn thing again."