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The afterlife was floating in an endless void of darkness. It should have been lonely, but it wasn't. There was no pain in his bones, or ache in his heart. Darkness wrapped around him like a blanket, warm and comforting. Sometimes, he thought he could hear his mother's voice, from when he was young and nothing had gone so horribly wrong. The sweet words she whispered to him were everything, once. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be loved as he drifted in the comforting embrace.
Time didn't exist, not in a literal sense. Traditional ways of measuring time were inaccessible. It passed in blinks and sighs, but if he thought about it, he always knew the answer.
When Mo Xuanyu had finally given up, and pulled out the forbidden ritual that had mysteriously appeared among his things when it should have been under lock and key in his brother's possession, he fully expected to cease to exist. That was what the barely legible notes said. Once the Yilling Laozu accepted the terms, that should have been it. In his deepest desperation, he was okay with his soul being ripped apart and scattered into oblivion. Even if he died some other way, there would be no one to burn paper money for him, to mourn his passing. He doubted he would even receive a proper burial. What he did not expect was this.
His body existed in this afterlife, though he could not see it. He was able to stretch, to feel his fingers touch. Mo Xuanyu laughed more than he ever had when he realized it, heart full of joy.
There was no need to eat, to sleep, in the blanket of darkness. So he drifted; for weeks, then months. Until….
A strange feeling surged through him, not completely foreign but entirely unexpected. It felt like pleasure burning through him. The ghost of a hand too large to be his own gripped his cock tightly brought him to completion in cool air. It was something he had never gotten to experience with another person when he had been alive. He could feel the sticky come on his bare skin, coating his thighs and spreading across his stomach.
Then it was gone, as if nothing had ever happened. There was no explanation, no one else existed in the nothingness with him. It had to be a figment of his imagination, there was no other explanation.
But then it happened again. This time, it was the feel of a large cock filling his mouth and coming down his throat. Immediately following that, large, thick fingers worked him open, pressing against his non-existent prostate until he came. Then, that ghost of a cock was filling him, fucking into him into another orgasm. Mo Xuanyu's cries of pleasure echoed into the nothingness around him. He came again, and this time, the cock filled him with come.
Once again, the second it was over, the sensations left him. This time, he was left breathless and confused. It made no sense, nor should it have been possible. Over and over it happened. Sometimes, only once a day, but more often than not, it happened multiple times. Whatever ghost the cock (and fingers, and mouth, and tongue) was, it was better than any fantasy he'd ever had. If this is what sex felt like, he nearly regretted dying before he could experience it for real. However, if this was going to be his afterlife, then he could think of no better way to spend eternity.
Things went on for some time, just him and this unexpected friend bringing unimaginable pleasure to one another. He could never see who this mysterious ghost was, but curiosity was eating at him.
"Who are you!" he asked the void, more than once.
There was never a response.
One day, though, things changed.
The world around suddenly came into focus mid-thrust. Golden eyes stared down at him through long inky hair. Mo Xuanyu knew that face, he had stared at it from across rooms and around corners, as most people did. Hanguang-Jun may have been renowned for his battle prowess and his cultivation skills. People said he was cold, unfeeling, and often bordering rude when speaking. Those things never stopped the women from discussing how beautiful he was, and wondering about how good in bed he was. Even in the white mourning robes, and the icy glare directed at everyone who spoke with him. More than once, Mo Xuanyu had gotten off thinking about the man.
Now, here he was, dead, and somehow, being fucked by the man of his dreams. Not him exactly, he realized.
He had no control over his own movements, and the teasing voice was both his own, and not. The pitch was his, but the inflections and the playful tone was foreign to him. He had stuttered, and spoken meekly.
"Too hard, too hard, Er-gege! I'm going to break," the person with his-but-not-his voice said.
Despite the protests, the body — not Mo Xuanyu's, as he had no control over anything — met those harsh thrusts.
"Wei Ying can take it," Hanguang-Jun said, speeding up his pace.
Every movement pressed against his prostate, sending pleasure racing up his spine. Nothing, not even the phantom touches, had felt so good. Mo Xuanyu moaned along with the person Hanguang-Jun was fucking, this Wei Ying.
The name was familiar, but he couldn't seem to place it with his thoughts scattered as they were.
"I can't, I can't. Lan Zhan, please!" this Wei Ying cried.
"Wei Ying can come whenever he wants," Hanguang-Jun said. He hadn't stopped thrusting once.
Mo Xuanyu was overwhelmed with pleasure, needing to come more than he ever thought possible, yet it wasn't happening.
"Then touch me, Lan-er-gege," Wei Ying begged, sobbing.
Mo Xuanyu felt the hot tears dripping down his face.
"Wei Ying will come untouched or not at all," Hanguang-Jun said.
Mo Xuanyu wished he could be heard, because he was screaming for the man to just touch him. It was too much.
It was for Wei Ying too, because he begged, desperately. It was scandalous the things he said to Hanguang-Jun. "I can't! Please. Touch me, please. Fuck, Er-Gege, I need your hand on me. Please."
Hanguang-Jun's response was a particularly harsh thrust as he bit down on Wei Ying's body. Mo Xuanyu felt his hot mouth and teeth digging into his skin, but the pain was drowned out by pleasure as he (Wei Ying) came, screaming profanities.
He (they) were fucked through it. Hanguang-Jun kept going as the overstimulation ached. Wei Ying begged for it to end, leaning up to kiss Hanguang-Jun. That was Mo Xuanyu's first kiss, and even as a ghost, he couldn't believe his luck. He had no time to enjoy it though, because the moment they kissed, Hanguang-Jun came, and Mo Xuanyu was thrown back into the darkness.
"Why?" he screamed into the void. "Why are you doing this?"
If he could cry, tears would be falling for real, not the fake ones Wei Ying had on his face.
"Please, why?" he sobbed.
There was no answer, there never was. Darkness enveloped him in that warm embrace, but his mind was in disarray. None of this made any sense. The cruelty from life was supposed to be gone, not torturing him with something he would never have been allowed in life.
Had he known the man was also a cutsleeve, Mo Xuanyu thought maybe there was something he could have offered him in return for salvation. Instead, he was being haunted by the knowledge that Hanguang-Jun was fucking someone that sounded eerily like him.
It kept happening, too; usually it was just sensations, but seeing through Wei Ying's eyes happened often enough that Mo Xuanyu was close to losing his mind. Even when he was alive, he'd never felt this kind of anguish. The pleasure was indescribable, but time and time again, he was left with nothing.
Just when he started to become used to this blissful agony, things once again changed.
When the world became visible again, he was no longer seeing through eyes not-his-own. Instead, he was in a lovely house. It was opulent, but understated. Peace seemed to permeate every inch of the space, and Mo Xuanyu realized with a gasp that he new this place. Not from his life, he'd only ever lived in Mo Manor and Carp Tower, and this place as was as different from then as they were from one another. No, this place he recognized from all the times he had seen through another's eyes while Hanguang-Jun fucked his lover.
They were both there, he realized, on the other side of the room, wrapped up in one another, clothes still on. That wasn't even the strangest thing. This Wei Ying was him! Well, him from before he'd given his body over the the Yilling Laozu. The thought hit him then, why the name was familiar. The Yilling Laozu's name was Wei Wuxian, also known as Wei Ying.
Mo Xuanyu blinked in surprise. The giggling, teasing man, who was the paragon of righteousness, Hanguang-Jun's, lover was the dreaded villain of the cultivation world. How that had even happened was more of a mystery than anything else, because as far as he was aware, Hanguang-Jun hated the Yilling Laozu, often calling him out in public for improper behavior or the violence he kept inciting. And yet, Mo Xuanyu had never seen two people look more in love.
"It's been so long, Er-gege," Wei Wuxian said with a teasing smile.
The look was something Mo Xuanyu never thought he would see on his face. It was no longer his face, though, but Wei Wuxian's.
"Your Wei Ying will die without his husband inside of him."
Hanguang-Jun grabbed his hair, yanking the high ponytail at a sharp angle. "Wei Ying will not," he growled. He bit along Wei Wuxian's (Mo Xuanyu's!) chin, leaving purple bruises behind.
"I will, I will. Your wife needs to be fucked. Everyday, Lan Zhan, everyday," Wei Wuxian protested.
"Mn. Wei Ying is being punished," Hanguang-Jun told him.
Punished! Mo Xuanyu thought. Pure insanity, that's what it was, listening to the two of them. It was — Hanguang-Jun — he didn't know what to think. It got worse, though!
"I'll be good! I promise! Just fuck me, and I'll be good," Wei Wuxian cried, tears welling in his eyes, as though he were truly upset.
Somehow, Mo Xuanyu could still feel what Wei Wuxian was, and based off the excitement and arousal he felt, it was more of Wei Wuxian's playing.
"Mn. Wei Ying can show me how good he can be," Hanguang-Jun said.
He shoved Wei Wuxian to the ground, not letting go of his hair. Then he began shoving aside layers and layers of robes. Despite having felt it before, Mo Xuanyu was shocked at the size of his cock. It was absolutely massive, the tip red with precome dripping from it. His own mouth watered at the sight. He had never wanted anything more.
Without wasting a second, it was forced into Wei Wuxian's mouth, all the way to the hilt. He let out a soft guttural moan as ruby red lips wrapped around it. Without letting Wei Wuxian adjust to the size, he began harshly fucking into his mouth. Mo Xuanyu felt every thrust in the back of his throat. Hanguang-Jun controlled every movement, using Wei Wuxian's hair to drag him off before he shoved back into the open, waiting mouth. Mo Xuanyu thought Wei Wuxian was lucky he never had a gag reflex.
He couldn't take his eyes away from the sight. Wei Wuxian was given no time to breathe, his mouth was nothing more than a hole for Hanguang-Jun. Muffled moans, high pitched and desperate echoed around the room, and Mo Xuanyu realized Wei Wuxian was rutting his own hips into the air, looking for friction.
The need to come, to be touched, was overwhelming both of them. Wei Wuxian brought his own (their own) hands towards his own cock, only for them to be batted away by Hanguang-Jun.
He whined.
"Be good, Wei Ying," Hanguang-Jun grunted.
Mo Xuanyu felt like crying along with him. He needed to come, now! And the only way he could, was if Wei Wuxian did.
It felt like relief, when Wei Wuxian finally couldn't hold on any longer, and came in his robes with a cry. Only then, did Hanguang-Jun come down his throat. When he pulled out, white ropes were still spilling from his cock, painting Wei Wuxian's (his) face in come.
Wei Wuxian collapsed backwards, gasping for air. Then he began laughing, slightly hoarse, but no less joyous.
"Our audience is back, Er-gege," he said.
Mo Xuanyu tilted his head, curious. There was no way Wei Wuxian could sense him, not with the small golden core he had left behind.
"Time to go back now, A-Yu," Wei Wuxian said, and whistled, something soft and light.
As the world began fading away, he thought he heard, "You can still visit!" in a teasing tone.
It wasn't the last time he saw, or felt, what they were up to. Eventually, he realized that he may not be there in person, but it was his body Hanguang-Jun fucked every night, his body that got to be wrapped by the man everyone wanted. He may have given it to Wei Wuxian, but even in the nothingness of the afterlife, he was somehow living a better life than when he had actually been alive.
Mo Xuanyu was okay with that.