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Yan Wushi sighs as he trudges through the trees, leaves crunching underfoot and sunlight filtering through the branches above. He’s come here to hunt but has yet to spot a single animal worthy of wasting a bullet.
He adjusts the bag slung over his shoulder and continues on, heading towards the sound of a flowing river. He needs a drink at least. As the trees open up however, he has to pause to take in the unexpected sight.
A young man stands bathing in the sparkling water, unaware of the hunter's presence as he washes himself. Water cascades down his naked body, rivulets highlighting each tantalising curve. Yan Wushi feels a hunger alight deep inside him at the sight and he knows this is something he needs to take and own, something to devour until there’s nothing left.
The beautiful young man with the delicate face, soft and smooth, glistening skin, wasn’t the only thing that caught his attention. The countless animals gathered around are startling, but at least now Yan Wushi knows why he’s failed to hunt anything. When he steps out from behind the trees, some of the animals look straight at him. Deer, birds, wolves, you name it, it’s quite the unnerving sight.
The change in atmosphere must have caught the bathing man’s attention as he turns and catches sight of Yan Wushi, blinking in curiosity before he moves to wade out of the water. Yan Wushi’s eyes have never been more open, but just as he’s about to get an eyeful of that luscious body, a bird smacks him right in the face!
He curses and bats the damn thing away, but in the time it took to do so, the young man has dressed and now stands before him. His hair is still damp, but Yan Wushi watches those slender fingers brush through the strands, and they seem to magically dry as he ties it with a ribbon.
The young man smiles and it’s the most dazzling, brightest thing he’s ever witnessed. “Hello, ah..Can I help you? Are you lost?”
Oh, and what a melodious voice. Yan Wushi is counting himself the luckiest thing at this moment. “That’s right, all these trees just look the same. I can’t find the way back to the road.” He makes his voice sound as pitiful as he can cope with, and watches as the beauty falls for it hook, line and sinker.
“Oh no! Don’t worry sir, I know these woods very well, but..” He frowns and shakes his head. “It gets dark very fast, and it won’t be long now. It’s far too dangerous to wander around. If it’s not too much of a bother you can stay with me for the night and I’ll show you the way back in the morning.”
Yan Wushi finds his belief that he may be bothering him positively adorable. “On the contrary, I hope I’m not intruding at all.”
Another bright smile answers him and the young man hastily begins to guide him, and the two introduce themselves on the short walk over. Shen Qiao...What a cute name for a cute guy. Though the animals constantly flitting about all over the place are quite annoying.
Shen Qiao leads him to a quaint little cottage, a fenced off garden with pretty flowers and strong scented herbs set to one side, while ivy and wild flowers grow up the walls. A blush makes its way over his face as he stands at the door. “It’s nothing grand and, well I wasn’t expecting company so please mind the mess.”
With that, Shen Qiao opens the door and ushers Yan Wushi inside, and...there is no mess. The cottage is simply cluttered with things that make it a home, little trinkets here and there, unfinished arts and crafts littered about, and a pleasant scent that lingers in the air. Yan Wushi can’t quite describe it, a scent both fresh and sweet and earthy all at once.
“A lovely home you have here, A-Qiao.” Yan Wushi’s compliment earns him another pretty blush but before he can reply, a crash is heard from the kitchen.
“Oh give me just a moment.” Shen Qiao scurries off and sighs audibly, his voice slightly muffled yet clear enough to distinguish. “A-Ling..What have I said about coming inside, you’re too big!” A snorting huff replies to him and Yan Wushi decides he doesn’t want to find out what other animals are hanging around here, and instead he diverts his attention towards looking around a little more.
He has to wonder why such a sweet thing is living here all alone with only the forest animals as company, but his wondering comes to a halt when he comes across a pretty gemstone. Oh this, this he knows, and things may be more interesting than he expected. Before he can grab it or even touch it, Shen Qiao returns and Yan Wushi grins at him, the naive little thing none the wiser.
Yan Wushi knows now what Shen Qiao is. No ordinary person would have such a gem in their possession after all. He’d heard talk of it while he was in one of the villages nearby, but never thought he’d actually come across it. The young god of the forest, right here in front of him, and the gemstone that balances his immense power, right there on the shelf.
Their conversation is pleasant despite how the birds pull at his hair and try to divert Shen Qiao’s attention. Yan Wushi ensures that doesn’t happen though, fleeting touches and suave smirks grab the innocent god’s attention without fail, his flustered appearance only stoking the greedy flames inside him. Before they know it, it’s fallen dark around them and Shen Qiao stands, smoothing down his clothes in an awkward move to calm down.
“It’s late, we should go to bed. Sleep. Uh, let me show you the r- your room.” He all but ran towards the room and Yan Wushi followed with a low chuckle, enjoying the way Shen Qiao visibly shivered at the sound. The bedroom was just as homely as the rest of the cottage, with perhaps a few too many pillows on the bed for Yan Wushi’s liking.
“Well, make yourself at home. If you need anything I’ll sleep on the couch so- ah?!” Before Shen Qiao can finish, Yan Wushi grabs his wrist and tugs him close.
“A-Qiao~ And if there’s something I want right now?” They’re so close, Yan Wushi has one hand clasped tightly around Shen Qiao’s wrist and the other wrapped securely around his thin waist.
Shen Qiao looks up at him with an increasingly red face. “W-What does Yan-xiansheng want..?”
"Wouldn't you like to know how I show my thanks to you?"
"Your...thanks. Ah, I would." Shen Qiao is but a young god, naive in his awareness of human action. The opportunity to experience something new is too exciting to pass up.
Yan Wushi smiles and Shen Qiao finds himself shivering, something in the atmosphere, the tension between them that leaves him hanging. Wanting for more. "Then don't mind if I do." Without any more warning Yan Wushi leans down and captures the little god's lips with his own, drawing a soft gasp from him. Obviously he's never been kissed before, he's far too awkward with his movements, but that only excited Yan Wushi more.
This god before him is his for the taking, and he's so eager for knowledge and experience that he's offering himself up entirely. Yan Wushi pushes forward and Shen Qiao stumbles, soon ending up on his back upon his bed.
His hair fans out beneath him as he stares up at the human, his lips tingling from the kiss and his breaths coming heavier. "That..." Shen Qiao doesn't know what to say, he's not even sure there's any words to accompany this situation.
Yan Wushi's tongue darts out to wet his lips as he views the meal beneath him. Shen Qiao really is too delightful, and his innocence is delicious. "Oh, we're not done yet." He leans over to kiss his way down Shen Qiao's neck, marking the supple skin with bites and sucks that have the god moaning, confusion evident in his tone as he receives an unfamiliar but not at all unwelcome pleasure.
Hands part his luscious robes and a part of him feels he should stop this, accompanied by the slight apprehension that comes with being bared completely before someone. And yet, he has no complaints to voice, trembling like a newborn deer under Yan Wushi's hot hands, the sounds that escape him are so strange to his ears, they don't feel as though they belong to him.
Down,
down...
and down Yan Wushi's mouth goes and Shen Qiao's mouth opens with a choked moan, shuddering and twitching into the mortal's mouth as his cock is swallowed down with ease. His hands move down to slide through Yan Wushi's hair - and when did the man untie it? - pressing down slightly as he unconsciously urges him on.
As inexperienced as he is, it only takes a few bobs of Yan Wushi's head, a few swirls of his tongue before the pleasure reaches a crashing height. Shen Qiao squeezes his eyes shut tight, lights sparking behind his eyelids as he cums into that warm mouth with a loud moan that echoes in his ears. He shudders and trembles all over, a tightness inside him unfurling as he collapses onto the bed.
Yan Wushi sits up with an amused huff, wiping off a smear of white from the corner of his mouth and sucking it off his thumb, much to the embarrassment of Shen Qiao. He stops the god from covering his red face. "A-Qiao~ We aren't done yet you know."
"W-What? But I.." Shen Qiao trails off as his eyes rove downwards, and his already warm cheeks burn hotter at the sight of Yan Wushi's large cock. "Oh." His throat runs dry, and he may not know a lot about these sorts of activities, but it's immediately obvious that Yan Wushi is much bigger than him.
Yan Wushi crowds over him and he squirms a little, his nerves returning with the mortal's catlike smirk. He goes still when he feels the blunt head of Yan Wushi's cock nudge against his hole and he whimpers. "I-It can't fit, there's no way."
"Of course it can." Yan Wushi certainly isn't the type to wait once he's got what he wants in his grasp. He pushes Shen Qiao's legs up and ignores his protesting squeal, focusing simply on rubbing his cock against his tight hole, spreading his precum over it until it glistens. "A-Qiao is so cute~"
The little god is far too tense however, and so Yan Wushi leans down to kiss him, biting his pretty lips until he's panting against his mouth. Shen Qiao's cock slowly hardens once more and Yan Wushi is impressed, virgins really do get turned on by the slightest things.
While Shen Qiao is distractedly gasping into his mouth, chasing after his lips like a desperate little slut, Yan Wushi lines himself up and starts to push inside. The kissing did wonders for relaxing Shen Qiao but the tightness makes his breath stutter regardless.
"Ah, a-ahh..." Shen Qiao moans at the pain, the stretch burns as Yan Wushi forces his cock inside and tears build up in his eyes.
"Shh you're doing great." Yan Wushi's praise only makes the god shake his head, bullied little tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I c-can't, I can't! No further!" It's too much, his poor body can't take much more he's certain. Little sobs and whimpers shake his body regardless of how much Yan Wushi soothes him, but Yan Wushi knows that once they get past this hurdle, the pure little god will love it.
Yan Wushi stills once he's finally buried all the way inside and he wipes Shen Qiao's tears away. "See? You did it."
Shen Qiao sniffs and looks down, letting out a noise of surprised confusion when he sees that Yan Wushi's large cock has indeed fit all inside him. "It actually fit..." He can't believe it. He's never felt so full before but he's not sure the pain was worth the trouble.
He can't complain much when Yan Wushi gives him another sweet kiss as a reward, and then the man is pulling out slowly. The burn is back but it feels a little different, a little odd, and Shen Qiao's mouth falls open. Yan Wushi grabs his flailing hand and pins it back to the bed, looking into his eyes as he thrusts back in quickly.
Shen Qiao all but screams, squeezing Yan Wushi's hand tightly as the man sets a brutal pace, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. He wants to tell him to stop but every time he opens his mouth, only the filthiest sounds come out and soon the pain is giving way to intense pleasure.
Each thrust makes him groan, the sounds are awfully embarrassing to hear himself make but he can't stop it. It's almost like he's not entirely present inside his own body, unable to control his own reactions to everything that's happening to him. But it feels...good. More than good, amazing. He feels himself rising higher and higher each time Yan Wushi pounds into him, the little 'ah ah ah's' pouring out of him only growing in volume.
With his free hand he pulls Yan Wushi down into a messy kiss, smothering his moans with his lips as he rolls his hips to meet each thrust. Yan Wushi in turn lifts his hips higher until Shen Qiao is bent almost in half, the position allowing his cock to hit deeper and make the god shake.
"Does it feel good A-Qiao?" Yan Wushi's voice is gravelly with his own lust, the exertion making him pant and each time Shen Qiao clenches around him he groans.
The sound goes straight to Shen Qiao's cock, leaking heavily onto his stomach and only dripping more with each hard thrust. "Ngh! Yes, yes..Ah! F-Feels goo- oh! So good!"
Shen Qiao's head falls back as he lets the pleasure overtake him, that same heavy feeling coiling inside him once again and he moans long and loud as he cums. White splatters across his chest and even hits his chin from this bent position and yet Yan Wushi doesn't stop. As the fuzziness from his orgasm fades, Yan Wushi's thrusts make his gasp and squirm, suddenly feeling too much for his abused insides.
It doesn't take much longer however for Yan Wushi to release himself, burying himself deep inside the god with a few harsh thrusts as he cums with a groan. Shen Qiao shivers as Yan Wushi pulls out and takes some of his release with him, squeezing his legs together to try and get rid of the odd feeling as it seeps out.
That was possibly the best experience of the young gods life and Shen Qiao finds himself snuggling against Yan Wushi's warm chest, exhausted beyond belief. With hands caressing his hair, he falls asleep in record time.
-
Birdsong tickles his ears and warm sunlight kisses his face as Shen Qiao wakes up slowly. He rolls over and groans, the aches in his body reminding him of all that happened the night before. The memories make his face burn and his chest flutter and he buries himself deep in the sheets. He can't quite believe such a thing has happened to him, just a small nobody god in the middle of nowhere.
Ah! He still needs to be a good host and guide Yan Wushi out of the forest. Shen Qiao pushes himself up, mindful of the aches on the way. He grabs a light robe to dress himself as he looks around, the bedroom is empty aside from him. It seems he's slept rather late, his guest must be waiting up for hi,.
With a bright smile and spring in his step, he leaves the room and opens his mouth to greet...an empty room? Worry builds inside him but he pushes it down, perhaps he's stepped out for some fresh air. That must be it. Ignoring the foreboding feeling inside him he heads outside, the pleasant weather greeting him yet there's still no Yan Wushi.
Maybe he's...somewhere? Right? Shen Qiao feels his panic rising, leaving a lump in his throat as he turns back to his house. He doesn't want to look but he knows he has to.
The one thing he had always been warned about. The one thing a human would want to covet the most from a god. He steps back inside and heads for the shelf where he'd kept his treasure.
The gemstone created to balance his young powers in the mortal world, to keep him stable and keep nature balanced.
It's gone. He's gone.
Yan Wushi must be long gone by now if this was his goal the whole time and yet Shen Qiao runs. He doesn't even close the door behind him as he runs from his home and into the trees. His breaths come harsh and fast as he runs blindly through the forest, twigs and stones cutting into his bare feet but he barely notices.
He runs until he reaches the treeline and that's when he stops and drops to his knees. A wail tears it's way out of his throat and he covers his face. Yan Wushi has taken his treasure far from where he can follow. He's afraid. This power he holds is far too grand to wield alone, and his sorrow is immense.
Shen Qiao isn't sure how long he remains kneeling on the edge of the forest but eventually he stands, feeling a little numb, and he turns to head back to his cottage. His home feels violated, his body feels ruined.
How could someone be so cruel? To string him along and use him just to throw him aside, and take what doesn't belong to them. cruel, completely monstrous.
Shen Qiao stops outside his little house. It just looks dull and lonely, holding none of the innocent mysticism it owned previously. His hands shake and ball up inside his sleeves.
Yan Wushi.
"Yan Wushi...Ha..."
Forest animals peer out at him from beyond the trees. Even they won't approach someone as sullied as him, someone who couldn't even look after their most important treasure.
"Yan Wushi...Curse you...I hope..."
There's something bubbling just under his skin, growing with his anger at that man. Humans...Mortals, with such fickle, fleeting lives. They dare to mingle and play with their gods? Fine. Then he'll play.
"Yan Wushi, you will rue the day you played with my heart."
I hope you regret ever stepping foot in this forest.
-
Yan Wushi walks with a casual air through the ruined village. A precious green gem hangs around his neck, swaying with every lazy step he takes. It's been many years since he walked these parts and it's certainly changed, and not for the better.
Every village he's walked through has been completely devoid of life, a great famine swept through the area, forcing most families to take anything they had and leave for better pastures. Those that stubbornly remained, well...A fair few times he's accidentally kicked a pile of bones or uncovered a rotting corpse on his journey.
His feet take him to the outskirts of a forest as dead as the villages surrounding it. A thick, unhealthy miasma seeps out from between the decaying branches of the trees and makes it hard to even peer into the forest.
Once upon a time, these trees bloomed beautiful shades of green. Yan Wushi briefly touches the gem hanging from his neck before steeling himself and stepping across the threshold, into the forest.
He hadn't thought before, in all honesty, that the famine and the plagues that spread across the area had anything to do with him. It was just a stone in the end, served no purpose for him other than to look pretty, and many times he thought of just selling it. For some reason though, he just never did.
Eventually he had to accept that this silly little gemstone served as a kind of lock for the god, keeping his powers pleasant and mortal-friendly. Unlike now.
As soon as Yan Wushi steps into the trees he feels a shift in the air, a sort of tension that prickles at his skin. Whatever lays at the centre of this mess, whatever the little god has become, knows he's here.
With nothing else to do but continue forward, he trudges on. Dead leaves crunch under his feet and the scent of ash fills the air. The further in he gets, the more and more traces of fire he can see. Some trees are burned to almost a crisp, while others got away with just a light scorch. Ash coats the ground and with every step, grass and little plants crumble beneath his feet.
The worst thing, he feels, is the absence of sound. He still remembers the almost constant birdsong, the snuffle of deer and wild pigs, the quick pattering of critters in the grass or through the branches. Now there is none. The odd creak of a broken branch hanging and swaying in the breeze is all that reaches his ears. It feels lonely.
Finally his steps stop with a crunch. Yan Wushi isn't sure why the sight of the cottage in such a ruined state makes his heart ache. He shakes away the memory of a soft smile and innocent eyes, it's silly of him to even think of it. That night was meaningless, just a ruse for him to gain from. It's ridiculous to look upon fondly now of all times.
He walks up to the cottage and peers over the fallen wall, where a cage of dark vines sits.
"A-Qiao."
Those eyes he remembers so well look up at him, accompanied no longer by a bright voice and unfettered innocence. "Yan Wushi."
Yan Wushi cringes at the desolate tone of his voice, the indifference is almost painful.
"Yan Wushi, why are you here?" The vines move alongside Shen Qiao's voice, curling and slinking across the floor, knocking loose more bricks from the cottage with their erratic movements.
Why is he here? Yan Wushi can't say he really understands himself. He grips the gemstone as he looks down at the god with confusing emotion. It's not quite pity he feels, perhaps sorrow for what he's become, and regret for his actions.
It doesn't feel right to admit that. Regret. He's not sure he's ever regretted anything before, he's never cared enough about anyone to regret anything. He moves to step closer but the vines move faster.
Yan Wushi is restrained within seconds, forced to his knees by the immense strength of the vines, thorns pricking his skin as they squeeze hard enough for his bones to creak. Shen Qiao stands as the cage of vines pulls apart and suddenly the positions are reversed.
Shen Qiao stares down at Yan Wushi with a coldness that shouldn't belong in his eyes. "I'll ask again. Why are you here?"
The vines cease squeezing for long enough for Yan Wushi to catch his breath and respond. "A-Qiao I-"
"A-Qiao?" Shen Qiao cocks his head to the side. "What right do you, a mere mortal, have to call me so closely?"
"Ah." Yan Wushi huffs. "Shen Qiao then. I came here to a-"
"Apologise? Hm, it's a little late for that I think." Shen Qiao kneels down to look him in the eye. "Or perhaps return my belonging that you stole." A vine tugs the necklace from around his neck and drops it in Shen Qiao's hand.
"Tell me, Yan Wushi." The god swings the gemstone from side to side idly. "How much of yourself are you willing to give to me to make it up to me?"
The god's tone makes him shudder, the air around them suddenly feeling much more oppressive. Yan Wushi tries to struggle against the vines but they only wrap tighter around him, blood dripping down his arms from where the thorns have pierced him. "Damn it...A-Qiao! Listen to yourself, look around you! Yes I fucked up and you have every right to be mad but you've destroyed everything you stood and cared for."
Shen Qiao seethes. "You come here after all this time and you think you have the right to lecture me? Yan Wushi, how dare you?!" He raises his hand and the vines begin to crush Yan Wushi, drawing a pained groan from him.
"You..You're a god meant to create, to love...Not destroy and kill! When will it stop? When I die? So be it." Yan Wushi winces, coughing as he feels his ribs start to splinter. "But don't...drag everyone else...Like A-Ling..."
Shen Qiao flinches at the name. "Why do you..." A-Ling, his little A-Ling. When his rage against Yan Wushi turned into raging forest fires, his precious A-Ling who he raised from a tiny fawn, refused to leave his side. Eventually he was too blinded to see what was happening around him until it was too late.
Shen Qiao stumbles back, tripping over the fallen wall of the cottage and sprawling onto the floor. he looks around as though seeing it all for the first time. His precious home he built from the ground up, his collection of lost human items, his paintings and sewing, his garden. It's all gone.
"No...What have I done?" He jerks his head back to look at Yan Wushi, panic in his eyes as he calls the vines back.
Yan Wushi collapses forward, coughing as he takes in well needed breaths despite how his shattered chest protests. "A-Qiao..."
Shen Qiao crawls forward and pulls Yan Wushi up, letting him rest his head in his lap. "I..I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm not a very good god am I?"
Such a sad face doesn't suit such a pretty person, that's all Yan Wushi can think as he looks up at him. He lifts his hand to wipe away Shen Qiao's tears and forces a crooked grin. "Well I'm not a very good human."
Without wanting to, Shen Qiao laughs, though it peters out into a sob and a sniff. He shakes his head and smooths his hand over Yan Wushi's chest. It's been a long time since he did any good, but he can start here at least. "You're a fine human Yan Wushi. Troublesome, but fine. I forgive you." He begins pouring magic into his broken body, to knit up the damage he caused.
"A-Qiao..." Yan Wushi gasps, the flood of warmth inside him feels good, and he watches stunned as the dead grass beneath him begins to perk up in shades of healthy green. He sits up as soon as he feels able and cups the god's face in his hands. "A-Qiao, you're incredible."
"I'm not! Or none of this would have even happened..." Shen Qiao looks around, his gaze full of sorrow. Even with the pool of green around them, there's so much death and decay caused by him. Yan Wushi's hands force his face forwards, and he holds his breath as the mortal rests his forehead against his.
"It can be fixed, regrown, repopulated. A-Qiao, will you let this one stay by your side and help you bring your home back to its former glory?"
Shen Qiao's eyes widen as warmth bursts inside him. He's not felt like this for so long it almost knocks him off course, but Yan Wushi is waiting for an answer. He licks his lips as he decides the best words, but then he realises there'll never be the right words no matter how long he thinks.
Instead he leans forward to break the short distance to kiss Yan Wushi softly, his lips twitching up when he feels the man return the action. They part with a quiet gasp and look into each other's eyes, and Shen Qiao smiles. "Our home."