Chapter Text
The sun is at its peak today, the garish rays of summer sunshine pass through the trees creating fragments of light reflecting on the stairs of the abandoned Daze Temple. The season’s breeze wafts through the robes of two tall figures of black and white ascending the stone stairway: one was a monk, whose footsteps are like feathers touching water, quiet, careful, and serene; and beside him a beguiling man clad in dark clothing, huffing and puffing, as silent as possible.
The gentle monk, Xuanmin, turns his head to Xue Xian, who is trying his best not to look obvious.
“We’ve been here countless times. The summer heat is not too intense.” He said, while pulling out a handkerchief from his small waist pouch to pat those patches of sweat on Xue Xian’s forehead.
Xue Xian breathes out a sigh and takes the cloth from the other’s hand to wipe his own skin. “I know, I’m a dragon, why are you worrying about me?… Come on! You don’t want to keep your shifu[1] waiting.” Smiling, to reassure his sweetheart.
The man pushes his feet up and races towards the remaining stairs in front of them. In that quick moment of hesitation, Xuanmin knew that his dragon was lying. He shrugs this off for now and continues to climb the stairway.
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Today is the two’s scheduled visit to Xuanmin’s shifu, Tongdeng. With their recent visits the shaggy temple seemed to be a lot more lively with Yunzhou around blabbering. But with today's, it is as if the temple came back to its old haunted, abandoned self.
“Where’s the dark-skinned kid?” asked Xue Xian, who was standing by the doorway, slightly loosening his collar.
Tongedeng is sitting in front of a small desk finishing the final stroke of the calligraphy he is working on. “Perfect timing.” he replied without lifting his head. The master monk rested his brush down the desk and folded the scroll he had written on. He then glances at Xue Xian and twitches an eye, seeing that chest exposed in his sight. “Are you two finally giving it a go here…”
The dragon scoffs. “Humph! You were saying? Perfect timing for what?”
“I’ve sent Yunzhou to the Buddhist library at the capital to fetch books that will aid his studies. Here, additional titles I want him to grab. Xuanmin, if you see other useful volumes, make sure that child takes them too.”
Xuanmin takes the scroll that was handed to them and gives his shifu a respectful nod. He turns his head to Xue Xian and notices that his unease is getting a lot more noticeable, or is it because of the connection they share. He walks up to him to carefully tug Xue Xian’s open robes back to place, giving him a look. Those deep, dark, unshaken pools reflect a call of concern which only Xue Xian can decipher.
The dragon silently chuckles and softly takes Xuanmin’s hands away. “I told you,”
His hands are scorching.
“Get out! Spare me some face!” Tongdeng huffs in exasperation, kicking out his disciple and the dragon off of his temple.
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Xuanmin rode on Xue Xian’s back in his dragon form on the way to the capital, for it was the quickest way to get there. Xue Xian’s getting more haggard with each movement, as soon as the two enter the library he sits himself on the nearest chair to cover his mouth and breathe as if there is no tomorrow. Of course, he is still a dragon, a great beast with dignity, so he has been keeping the tone down enough for mortals not to notice, but not easily to Xuanmin. The monk gives him a pat in the head and proceeds to walk deeper within the halls.
The capital’s Buddhist text library is a grand space. The scent of dried, aged paper and wood fills the atmosphere. The soothing silence gives the place a peaceful and comfortable ambiance. Summer is a busy season. A lot of capital folks are buzzing around their business and other work, which is why not a lot pay visits to the local library. It is easy for Xuanmin to find Yunzhou for he is the only person, other than him and Xue Xian, inside. The monk delivers what he was told to and the two exchange a few words. With Tongdeng’s instructions, Xuanmin helps the young man scan for useful texts which took him deeper into the halls of the grand library.
Xuanmin finds a handful of scrolls and is now about to exit the aisle, not until a dark figure emerges from the end. Emitting a threatening aura, it blocks his path.
Its claws gripping tightly onto the bookshelf to support its trembling body. Small clouds of steam coming out from that gasping mouth… It was none other than the ancient dragon, Xue Xian. Perhaps his legs start to become lame again, for as he was groping his way towards Xuanmin his knees meet the floor with a thud. The monk hurriedly holds onto Xue Xian’s shoulders and is stunned by what he has touched. Even over the man’s layer of black clothing, the heat emitting from his skin is as hot as a boiling pot of tea. Xuanmin frowns and raises Xue Xian’s bending body. The discomfort he was hiding since morning can no longer be suppressed.
“Bald donkey…I– I really can’t hold on anymore…” Xue Xian is choking on his own words. With misty eyes, he looks up to Xuanmin. His forehead a patch of cold sweat, his face beet red. He is even biting his lips, trying to lock these feelings down.
Those sweating, shaking hands grab onto Xuanmin’s white robes, pulling him closer. Xue Xian is at his limit. How long can he subdue this burning desire? He did not know. His mind is clouded and is now acting out of instinct. The shivering dragon nuzzles his face onto Xuanmin’s chest, letting the monk’s scent envelop his senses.
Xuanmin is holding him in place, with his calm and unchanged tone he asks, “What is happening to you?”
The man whose face sunk in his chest weakly replied, “Heat… I’m, in heat…”
Amitabha.
Xuanmin had no objections whenever Xue Xian wanted to make love. But the given moment, the given time, the given place, the monk tries to think of their faces they have to save. Dragons are beasts after all, naturally they will go through mating seasons. It was just that Xue Xian’s arrived at a very surprising time. Xuanmin remains calm. With the other buried in front of him, he stacks the scrolls neatly onto the side then checks on Xue Xian once more.
Burning heat slides pass through the monk’s inner robes. Xuanmin feels a different kind of sensation meet his chest brought by Xue Xian’s slender fingers. The dragon tilts his head to the side, placing his ear onto where Xuanmin’s heart is. “Bald donkey, I, I really can’t anymore, help me…help…” His weak pleads alongside his hot breath brush softly onto Xuanmin’s skin. Those hands shakily grope its way toward the neck, aggressively pulling the other’s head towards a steamy embrace.
Xue Xian’s greedy hands are inside of Xuanmin’s robes, journeying across his limbs and back until not a single pore had not met the hot sensation. Xuanmin at least wants to reason with him first, so he gently pulls Xue Xian away and asks, “Right here?”
The dragon was in a pitiful sight. Tears building up from his reddish eyelids and his lips slightly swollen from all the biting he did to himself. All Xue Xian could reply was a painful, somewhat adorable, whimper. Who could say no to such an invitation, especially when it is your sweetheart who is begging. Xuanmin furrows his brows and with one hand supporting Xue Xian, he grabs a talisman from his waist pouch to cast an invisibility spell for the both of them.
“Mn. Let’s make it bri-” But before the word ‘brief’ escapes Xuanmin’s mouth, his whole body falls to the wooden floor of the library. A great weight was on his chest. Xue Xian manages to push him down and is now sitting on top of him. “Xuanmin…Xuanmin…” He calls out to the monk, bringing his legs lower so that his rear end could feel every bit of bumps and curves below him. Xuanmin pushes himself up with his elbow putting a finger upon Xue Xian’s reddened lips— Indeed they are invisible, but they are not inaudible. Even though it was only Yunzhou being the other person in the library, they do not want to take further risks.
Xuanmin does not want to waste anymore time, he could not bear to see Xue Xian in such unease. Although a part of him finds this rather interesting. He slides off the dragon’s loosened robes exposing those shoulders smooth as jade, and carefully undos the belt in front of him to completely open those dark clothing. What a sight, Xue Xian’s erect and pulsing member already has transparent white droplets seeping from its tip. Xuanmin brings his face closer to Xue Xian’s neck to rain passionate kisses, hoping it will at least calm him down.
But the dragon’s beastly instincts kick in; One hand resting on Xuanmin’s abdomen, and with the other, he squeezes the other’s cheeks, bringing it closer to his face for a burning kiss. Xue Xian presses his lips eagerly onto Xuanmin’s, their hot tongues, steamy breaths, and slippery saliva colliding with each other in aggressive passion. The man on top of the other gets greedier each second, not giving the monk nor himself a split-second to catch breath. Their faces get redder now that Xue Xian’s aphrodisiac saliva is slowly taking effect. Xuanmin can only shut his eyes close as he feels Xue Xian’s member stroking his skin as if trying to relieve itself using his abdomen. At the same time, the dragon’s rear end rubs vigorously onto his length. With each rough press the man on top can only feel it grow bigger and stiffer. This physical response sends Xue Xian’s state of mind into a frenzy. Finally breaking their kiss he smirks at Xuanmin who was panting before him. “I want it…more…”
Like a spoiled child who wants everything served as soon as possible, Xue Xan slightly bends forward to raise his hips. He gropes into Xuanmin’s inner robes, sliding it open to reveal his sweetheart’s erect manhood. He bites his lower lip and without any hesitation he slides the tip inside of him. It is only the tip yet it was hot. The burning sensation is a lot different because Xue Xian’s in heat, and Xuanmin could feel this too because of their shared connection. The dragon cannot help himself but let out a slow deep groan as he slowly slides his waist back bringing the length deeper inside him. Xue Xian’s insides were already slippery and well lubricated.
How tough must it be for you to keep all these desires since morning.
Xue Xian’s walls of flesh are a lot more sensitive today. He can feel every bump of vein and pulse from Xuanmin each time he moves his hips. Gasping is not enough for the dragon, this feeling makes him want to create indecent noises so badly. But as soon as he lets out a single noise, he feels something slender and smooth slide into his fiery mouth. They are Xuanmin’s fingers. Xue Xian's face reddens at the sight of his man’s flustered face. The dragon holds the monk’s wrist and slithers his tongue in between the two fingers inside his mouth, soaking it with his saliva like a child happily licking off a candy on a summer day. He accompanies this erotic action by bringing the grinding of his hips faster until sweat starts to trickle down from his thighs. Xue Xian's muffled voice does not create clear words but Xuanmin knows his dragon wants more. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, the monk carefully pulls out his fingers and places his warm hands onto Xue Xian’s slim waist. That gentle and strong grip forcefully plunges the sweating body down, sending the tip of his manhood into the deepest parts of Xue Xian’s inside.
It’s too much! It’s too much!! It feels too good, Xuanmin!
The dragon wants to scream in pleasure, but somewhat a thin string tied him to sanity despite all the intense emotions his mating instincts tells him. With redden and teary eyes, Xue Xian hurriedly wraps his arms around Xuanmin’s body to support his weight and buries his burning face onto the curve of the monk’s neck, letting the other slam his lengthy and stiff member into the deepest depths of his warm and slippery hole. Xuanmin’s movements are not too rough nor are they too delicate. Xue Xian reciprocates the other’s movements by raising and lowering his hips accordingly into a fervent rhythm. The feeling of immense pleasure and the heat of the summer air enfolds both of their bodies, leading the whimpering Xue Xian to open his mouth and bite that neck he is resting on. His nails slightly sinking onto the monk’s wide back, leaving a number of red marks of teeth and scratches on Xuanmin’s fine skin.
Faint noises of wet flesh smacking one another can be heard if one is near that aisle of the library the couple decided to go to. Their loose robes catch every bit of liquid tracing down them, keeping the floor free from droplets and moisture. Perhaps the heavens are toying with the two, for the sound of footsteps suddenly rings into their ears. And it grows louder and nearer. Xuanmin, whose sense of sanity and sentience never left the body, took the initiative to slow their pace and cease the noise they were making.
“Eh? Xiansheng?[2]” Yunzhou, who was standing at the edge of the aisle, stares at the empty space before him and notices the neatly stacked scrolls placed on the floor on the side of the bookshelf. Picking it up, he silently thinks out loud, “This must be the scrolls xiansheng wanted me to get. Huh, but where could he be? I could’ve sworn I heard someone here…”
Xunamin cannot bear to look into Yunzhou’s direction who was just standing in front of them, so he averts his gaze to the person whose trembling weight he is supporting. What meets the monk’s vision was an expression imploring to be relieved of a burden. Xue Xian is not just holding back his tears and his moans, but also his orgasm. Once again biting his lips, the dragon looks at Xuanmin intently and arches his back, placing his palms on top of the other’s knees. And then he begins to move his quivering hips in a slow, careful, circular motion. Sweat drips down from the dragon’s neck, to his chest, to his abdomen while his precome seeps out more and more. Xue Xian is basically presenting himself to Xuanmin, how can the monk refuse such seduction from his lover. Xuanmin grabs that swollen, purplish rod in front of him, wrapping it tightly with his hot and sweating palms as if milking it out with every stroke. The friction from Xuanmin’s hand and from Xue Xian’s insides alongside their tight grips and tense situation, soon make their bodies reach a soundless orgasm together.
“Aiyah! They left me didn’t they! Really, those two…” Yunzhou scoffs, thinking he is left alone, he too, makes his way out of the Buddhist text library.
Hah—
Heavy breathing, sweat dripping, and viscous white liquid flowing from Xue Xian’s abdomen and behind. This is what left of the two people remaining inside the library. The invisibility spell starts to wear off, but the effects of Xue Xian's saliva remains surging. The dragon finally catches his breath, resting the side of his face onto Xuanmin’s sticky chest. “Good…that was, very good…but bald donkey, your heart’s still beating too fast.” The silently panting monk brings Xue Xian into a tender embrace then lowers his head near to the other’s ear.
“Elsewhere. Let’s continue elsewhere.”