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“Luo Binghe stop this right now!” Shen Qingqiu ordered, trying to push the younger man off him. Binghe stared up at him with big sad eyes. “But Shizun I want you right now!” To emphasize his point he grinded against Shen Qingqiu’s groin. Shen Qingqiu’s face went pale as the hard length pressed against him. Was he insane getting excited at a time like this. “Well I don’t so get off!” Shen Qingqiu snapped at him. However, Binghe didn’t let up landing a forceful kiss on Shen Qingqiu’s lips. Okay that was the last straw, he asked for this. With a swift movement Shen Qingqiu landed a solid kick to Binghe’s balls. Binghe gasped in shock and collapsed on the ground. “Shizun?!” He looked up with those big puppy eyes again, but Shen Qingqiu promptly ignored him and stormed out of the room. What was wrong with Binghe?! They were at work for crying out loud! It would destroy his reputation as the Qing Jing Peak Lord if someone saw them!
Shen Qingqiu leaned against the wall to catch his breath and sighed. Nowadays he hardly recognised the obedient disciple that had been eager to please him when he looked at Binghe. Not that he cared about him any less… but something must be done! “Is something wrong Qingqiu-Shixiong?” Shen Qingqiu turned to see Liu Qingge, the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, standing in the hallway with a worried look on his face. Shen Qingqiu waved his hand. “I’m fine… just getting some air before our meeting starts.” “Alright, but let me know if you don’t feel well,” Liu Qingge insisted, resting his hand on Qingqiu’s shoulder, before entering the room himself. Qingge was a good friend and he listened to Qingqiu unlike Binghe. Though he was quite sharp tongued at times. Shen Qingqiu spent a few more minutes in the hall greeting the other peak lords as they arrived. Finally he couldn’t put it off anymore and he returned to the room.
Nothing was out of place. Binghe had managed to compose himself and was sitting at the table as brooding as ever. He noticed Qingqiu looking at him and turned away with a huff. What an insolent brat. “Are any of the other demon lords attending?” Yue Qingyuan, the Qiong Peak Lord asked as Qingqiu took a seat beside Liu Qingge. Binghe snuck a glance at him before replying,“No, they had other business to attend to.” “Oh that's a shame, it's always a pleasure to have their input.” With that the meeting started. Each person gives an update on the regions under them. Luo Binghe was cold throughout the whole meeting. Maybe that didn’t seem unusual to people who didn’t know the demonic man well, but those close to him would know he lit up like a lantern with fresh oil when he was in the same room as Shen Qingqiu.
After the meeting, Liu Qingge pulled Shen Qingqiu to the side. “Okay what's up with you and Binghe? He was practically staring daggers into anyone who talked to you the whole meeting.” Qingqiu rolled his eyes. “Besides him being an insolent brat? Nothing.” Qingge seemed unsatisfied by that answer and scrunched up his pretty face into a scowl. “Qingqiu-Shixiong why do you put up with that demonic man?” Qingge asked seriously, “He doesn't respect your position as his Shizun or Peak Lord!” Shen Qingqiu pondered that for a moment. “Hmmm, I suppose because I’ve watched over him his whole life? He was always my most eager disciple… though even I must admit his behavior recently has been too much.” “What can I do to help? I’ll gladly punish him for you.” “No, no he would enjoy a physical punishment too much,” (Liu Qingge gags at that comment) Qingqiu sighed, waving him away, “It would have to be something that sends a clear message… that scares him.”
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THAT'S IT. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes shot open in the quiet dark room. He had figured it out, the perfect way to teach Binghe a lesson. But it would require Liu Qingge’s cooperation. He quickly got dressed and hurried over to the room where Qingge was staying. They were currently at an inn for the discussion conference that would continue tomorrow. Originally Qingqiu was going to be staying at a residence Binghe had nearby, but after the mornings incident he had made a point to book a room in the hotel. It had been slightly satisfying watching Binghe’s eyes become soupy upon witnessing the act.
Shen Qingqiu gently knocked on Qingge’s door. “Come in,” he called out. Liu Qingge apparently had also been up for a bit as he was diligently brewing tea. He grabbed an extra glass for the arrival of a guest. Qingge’s eyes softened seeing his guest was Qingqiu. “Qingqiu-Shixiong, what are you doing here so early?” “I came to enlist your help if you are willing?” Qingqiu explained. “Of course I’ll help out however I can.” “Good now, here's my plan…” Shen Qingqiu explained his plan, making Liu Qingge’s eyes widen in surprise. “Are you sure Qingqiu-Shixiong?” “Yes.” Shen Qingqiu knew his plan was cruel and it would hurt Binghe, but it was the only thing he could think of to get his point across.
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“Binghe.” “Shizun!” It was after day two talks of the discussion conference and Shen Qingqiu, Liu Qingge beside him, had requested to talk to Binghe. Lou Binghe, thinking Shizhun had forgiven him, was in a bubbly mood. “Shizun!” he said again, reaching for Qingqiu. Qingqiu shook him off. “Binghe it's over between us,” he said. Binghe stood there in shock, eyes watering. “Shizun? What do you mean? Is this about yesterday? I’m sorry.” But Shen Qingqiu knew Binghe wasn't actually sorry. They had fights like this before. Every time he had given into Binghe’s pleas and the cycle had repeated. Not this time. “No, Binghe you never respect my boundaries. I’m going to put my energy towards someone who does.” “But Shizun!” Binghe pleaded, “No one can love you as much as I do.” That could be true, Binghe’s love for Qingqiu tipped over the line to obsession quite often. Little chance he would ever find someone that committed again.
Shen Qingqiu stood his ground. “It doesn't matter. It's over between us, I’m leaving you and…” he suddenly turned and clutched Liu Qingge’s hand, “Qingge and I are going to start dating. He respects me.” Liu Qingge had thought he was ready for this part of the plan, it was only fake dating after all, but the sudden touch of Qingqiu grabbing his hand and Binghe’s devastated expression, he couldn’t stop his face from blushing in excitement. “Shizun… you are joking right? Right?” Binghe sobbed. “Qingge lets go,” Shen Qingqiu led Liu Qingge out of the room. Let Binghe simmer. At this moment he realized he was still holding Qingge’s hand and let go. “Binghe won’t fully believe this right away. We’ll have to keep this up for a while longer.” “...Okay Qingqiu-Shixiong,” Qingge agreed, Qingqiu gave him a thoughtful look. “You will have to stop calling me that for it to be believable.” “If you want… Qingqiu,” Qingge struggled to get the words out. “Good Qingge.” Qingge’s heart pounded.
***
He shouldn’t be this excited right? Liu Qingge lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. He had always liked Shen Qingqiu. He was a smart, respectable man and had helped him out on more than one occasion. And in turn he had done the same. He knew he could trust him more than anyone else. His most trusted ally. So how did things end up like this?! Focusing on a stain on the ceiling he asked, “Qingqiu-Shixiong why are you in my bed?” Shen Qingqiu rolled over so he could face Qingge. “Call me Qingqiu remember. And it's cause I know Binghe probably has someone watching us. Binghe would doubt our sincerity if we went into different rooms.” That made sense to Qingge. Binghe had twisted morals and would be watching for an opportunity to steal Qingqiu back… he might even try to catch him alone and remove him from Qingqiu’s life for this act. What a chilling thought. But really that didn’t matter right now. What did matter was that for some reason he had become hyper aware of the heat radiating off Shen Qingqiu inches away from him. It made him sweat nervously and he felt a restlessness deep in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t sleep like this.
Making a decision he began to slide out of the bed. “It's a bit tight for the two of us, i’ll sleep on the floor.” Shen Qingqiu grabs his arm making him jump. “Don’t be silly. There is plenty of room. Lay back down.” Hesitantly Qingge returns to the bed and goes back to staring at the ceiling, heart racing. Calm down, he told himself. There is nothing about this situation he should be excited about. This was his friend beside him. A guy. Sure he had thought a few times he would be a much better fit for Shen Qingqiu then Luo Binghe, how their bodies would feel against each other, the barrier of clothes gone. Qingqiu running his hands along his inner thighs… but that didn’t mean anything. Shen Qingqiu’s breath slowed as he drifted to sleep. Qingge tried to focus on the sound. The slow gentle puffs of air tickled his neck. Eventually his curiosity got the best of him and he sneaked a look at Qingqiu. He swallowed hard at the sight; straight long hair trailing across a flawless cheek and sharp jawline. Eye lashes slowly moving with the flow of dreams. Peach pink lips slightly open and glistening. A painting of immortality he thought. Beautiful.
Qingge touched his own cheek and a bit of makeup brushed off onto his fingers. Ugh in his shock he had forgotten to wash his face. He had tried so hard to be beautiful in the way Qingqiu was, masculine, strong, but even the makeup that he covered his face with could not remove the womanly form of his face. He tsked at the memory of when he was younger and the other kids would make fun of him for looking like a girl. He had beat those bullies to the ground teaching them a lesson. He had been left alone after that, besides the occasional person here and there thinking they could seduce him. If only his sister had been so fortunate.
A strand of hair loosely fell and Qingge impulsively tucked it behind his ear. “Mmmm” Qingqiu reacted to the swift motion. Qingge froze in place, worried he woke him up. “Binghe?” Qingqiu mumbled. Qingge clenched his jaw, suddenly angry. It was moments like this that Qingge realized that Shen Qingqiu was just as attached to Luo Binghe, leaving none of that affection for him. Maybe he should punch Binghe the next time he saw him. That would surely make him feel better. It would be in self defense of course- “What!” Liu Qingge gasped as Qingqiu snuggled into him, pushing him into his chest, “Wait what??” Shen Qingqiu’s body heat seeped into him and he could feel his face overheating. Qingqiu’s leg snaked its way between his and he gave another squeak of surprise as it brushed against his crotch.
Qingge began to panic. Should he move? Stay still? He tried giving Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder a little shake. The other man only tightened his grip. No no no this was bad, Qingqiu didn’t want this he was asleep. “Qingqiu-Shixiong wake up!” Shen Qingqiu’s eyes fluttered open. Qingge gazed into the deep pools, his face flushed. “Oh i’m sorry,” Shen Qingqiu said as he acknowledged the situation, “I guess I’m not used to sleeping alone… I’ll move over.” Liu Qingge, who had previously wanted to escape suddenly didn’t want to be let go. “Ummm it's okay… Qingqiu. I didn’t uh…dislike it. Just maybe let me breath.” Qingge’s heart thudded so loud in his chest he was sure Qingqiu could hear it. Shen Qingqiu stared at him for a moment before a look of understanding crossed his face. “Qingge do you like me?”
Liu Qingge stuttered, “Oo..of course not! I deeply respect you! If this would help you sleep it would be an honor to assist Qingqiu-Shixiong.” Oh gosh that was stupid, maybe he really should leave. “What- ah!” he quickly bit down on his lip as Shen Qingqiu pressed his knee into Liu Qingge’s cock by accident. Which was a little more awake then he thought. “I-I…” “Alright if you say so, let's go back to sleep. We have another long day tomorrow,” Qingqiu sighed. He shuffled a bit lower so their faces were level and closed his eyes again. “Qingqiu?” “Yes?” Qingge fidgeted a bit. “Would you kiss me?” “Kiss you? I’m a guy you know.” “I know, but you let Binghe kiss you and he's a guy.” “Well… ah… Binghe is special. He needs me.” “What if he asks you to kiss me to prove we're dating? It would be strange if you hesitated,” Qingge lied.
Shen Qingqiu scrunched his face up in thought. If Qingqiu had been holding his fan he could picture the man tapping it against his chin. “I guess that makes sense.” With no warning Qingqiu leaned forward and landed a soft kiss on Liu Qingge’s lips. Instinctively Qingge punched him. “Oww!” “Sorry Qingqiu I wasn't ready!” “Well are you ready now?” “Yes…” A little more slowly this time Qingqiu pressed into Qingge’s lips. Qingge kissed back nervously. Should he be allowed to do this? “Open your mouth,” Qingqiu ordered. “What?” Shen Qingqiu thrust his tongue into Liu Qingge’s mouth and Qingge melted at the unfamiliar sensation. “Oh!” Is this what it felt like to kiss someone you liked? Wait no this was for the fake dating plan he didn’t actually like Qingqiu like that remember.
After what felt like an eternity the two separated, gasping for breath. Qingqiu smiled at him. “I think we did a pretty good job. It will definitely be believable if we need to do it again later.” Qingge noticed that Qingqiu’s cheeks had flushed a bright red. He was sure his own face looked just as flustered. His pants felt tight, but there was no way he could ask for more in the name of ‘the plan.’ Shen Qingqiu snuggled into him again. “Go to sleep now.” “Okay…” Qingge knew he wouldn’t sleep, not with his hard cock pressed against Qingqiu’s stomach. The other man surely noticed, but made no comment on the matter. Forcing Qingge to struggle alone as eventually the sun began to rise in the sky.
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“Shizun I’m sorry! I’ll behave! come home with me please!” Binghe insisted, trapping Shen Qingqiu in a protective hug. The last day of the discussion conference had finished and everyone was packing up to leave. “Yah I’ll come home.” “Thank you Shizun!” Binghe beamed, shooting a murderous smirk at Qingge over Qingqiu’s shoulder. “Now go get the carriage ready, I'll be there in a moment.” Binghe ran off and Qingqiu sat down besides a cold Qingge who was forced to witness the spectacle. “It's only been a few days and you are already taking him back?” Qingge asked incredulous what had been the point of Qingqiu going along with him last night if he was going to forgive Luo Binghe in the morning?. “Haha yah,” Shen Qingqiu chuckled, “What can I say, I’m just as obsessed with him as he is me.” Qingge huffed disgusted. The two men sat in silence watching the leaves fall over the square. Shen Qingqiu unfolded his fan to cover his face, “Qingge-Shixiong can I count on you if this problem occurs in the future?” “Oh course Qingqiu-Shixiong. You don’t need to ask.” Shen Qingqiu smiled behind his fan, “And neither do you my most trusted friend.” They departed and Liu Qingge, his heart giving a last little twitch of pain, steeled himself as he watched Shen Qingqiu walk off towards his lover.