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The first time it happened, Mu Qing didn't know what to think about it.
It was on a busy week. Hua Cheng needed to solve a complex situation within other ghosts in his city and normally one of their husbands would accompany him. However, this was the first time in their five years long marriage that they all were as busy as the Ghost King, each of the gods locked on their palaces for days to end, trying to get everything solved as soon as possible to return home.
Only talking with his husbands through the communication array, even when one of them had a palace right in front of his own, was not pleasant at all. Mu Qing's humor was so bad that his deputies were working as much as their god, interrupting him only when necessary.
That's why Mu Qing couldn't help the incredulous look on his face when one of his deputies entered his office with a small box.
“What the fuck is this?"
"It was at the front gates, General. Seems to be a gift for you.“
“A gift? From who?"
“We don't know.“
“Hmmm, right. Keep working, then.“ The deputy exited the place and Mu Qing took the small box, looking at the content.
Resting in the black satin was a silver hairpin. Delicate green jade flowers decorated it, with a few pearls dangling from them. It was so pretty that Mu Qing couldn't help but smile at it.
Surely, one of his husbands wanted to give him this to cheer him up on his work. Probably Hua Cheng, he liked so much seeing him using his hairpins... With renewed energy, Mu Qing put the hairpin on his desk and kept working, too.
The next time it happened, it was a few days later. Coming back to his palace after a very well deserved day off that he spent in bed with his husbands, Mu Qing was surprised by another gift, left on his desk.
Once again, no one knew who sent it, finding the small box on the front gates that morning. It was a white fan, this time, with the same green flowers from the hairpin painted to it. They matched perfectly and Mu Qing looked at both of them on his desk for a few minutes, trying to guess which of his husbands would give him this.
The hairpin was more like Hua Cheng, but now the fan... Maybe it was Feng Xin? He never was too good with giving people things. Maybe he was afraid of Mu Qing's opinions on the accessories? How cute really!
Work called and Mu Qing stored the gifts on his desk, distracting himself with his responsibilities.
A week later, a third anonymous gift arrived at his palace. A sturdy wooden box, which Mu Qing opened carefully.
It was a robe set, this time. It was mostly white, darkening into two shades of green toward the hems; the white changed first into a soft and light tone of green, gradually changing into a dark and muted one. Embroidered in silver, it was a beautiful robe, the fabric had a good quality and Mu Qing was sure he would look marvelous on it...
On the Mid-Autumn Banquet! Of course, how could he forget about it! Xie Lian loved to dress them in fine robes and jewelry at that event, saying that his husbands deserved the best of all things. The Banquet would happen in a few days, so those gifts were probably from the Emperor. He was the busiest of them, so he probably didn't have the time to give the outfit to him properly.
It didn't matter, really. Taking the things to his chambers in his palace, Mu Qing was red on the face and smiling happily. He had such a luck to be married to Xie Lian.
And that happiness followed him until the day preceding the Banquet. The gift he found on his desk made him blink, confused.
A small perfume bottle. How strange was that? Xie Lian was adamant about the way he loved how his husbands smell so uniquely like themselves. Gifting him a perfume didn't look like something Xie Lian would do. So which of the other two were giving him such things?
But it was a wonderful perfume, nonetheless. So good, Mu Qing couldn't take it anymore.
At night, dining with his husbands, Mu Qing waited for a good moment to ask.
“So, which one of you have been sending me those gifts?" He said, a lovely smile on his lips. “The perfume was so good, I want to know where to buy it in the... Future..."
The dining room suddenly fell into a heavy silence and Mu Qing felt a cold shiver running down his spine. Xie Lian only raised an elegant eyebrow at him, but Hua Cheng and Feng Xin... Well, Mu Qing has never seen them so mad outside a physical fight. The ugly type of fight.
Their reactions were enough to answer Mu Qing's question.
Oh, no.
"Oh." What else could he say?! “I-I thought...“ Fuck, this was extremely uncomfortable! If none of his husbands had sent him those things, then who did?
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!" Screamed Feng Xin while getting up, his fist hitting the table and a scowl on his face. “SOMEONE IS SENDING YOU GIFTS?! HOW?!"
"They appeared on my front gates! I really thought it was one of you!" Tried to explain Mu Qing, getting defensive on the spot. This was awkward and put him in a delicate situation.
“Haven't you thought of asking us directly before?!"
"We have been so busy lately! I thought it was just a detail to cheer me up or something like that!"
“And you have been happily accepting gifts from a stranger?!"
And this was the delicate situation. Now, he would be accused of being something akin to unfaithful.
"Careful with what you insinuate about me, I didn't know...“
“Fuck that! You've been so careless! Those things could have been dangerous! Cursed!"
"Unlikely.“ Interrupted Xie Lian, sighing and drinking his tea. “If a cursed object of any kind entered the Heavens, I would know. And Feng Xin, there's no need to scream, this isn't Mu Qing's fault at all.“
“For all that I want to stay at gege's side, I am with Feng Xin on this one.“ Said Hua Cheng, crossing his arms in a bad mood. “It was careless to accept gifts from an unknown person.“
“I swear that I believed it was one of you.“ Mu Qing crossed his arms too, as if shielding himself while talking. “How could I know it was from someone else? Can you think of someone who would send gifts to a married man?“
“Pei Ming.“ Even Xie Lian answered in tandem. Mu Qing rolled his eyes.
“First, Pei Ming would never send gifts anonymously. He brags about his sexual adventures and everyone knows that. Second, he doesn't even like men.“
“Pei Ming is a whore.“ Hua Cheng's words seemed more like an accusation than an insult. “I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly noticed how pretty you are and decided to fuck you.“
“I don't think so.“ Interrupted Xie Lian, again, calm as always. “Pei Ming is a voluptuous man, but he is not suicidal. Even if he took interest in Mu Qing, he wouldn't try anything. Unless Mu Qing wanted him too.“
“Ew!“ It was Mu Qing's honest reaction and Xie Lian smiled at that. Feng Xin, on the other hand, clicked his tongue, still deeply annoyed.
“Can we focus on the situation at hand? There is someone trying to seduce Mu Qing and I'm not a bit pleased by it.“
“Seduce me? With gifts? That wouldn't work at all...“
“You say that, but you liked them, didn't you?" Hua Cheng's acid question left Mu Qing speechless. "They not only sent you gifts, but proper ones, that appeased your high quality tastes so well you thought only your husbands could be the ones to send you those.“
And Mu Qing wouldn't be able to deny that. He liked the gifts so much that he planned to use them for the Mid-Autumn Banquet.
It would have been disastrous, Mu Qing understands now. Using another person gifts for such an event... If only knowing about them started such a discussion, he didn't want to imagine the accusations about his loyalty to this marriage if he used the gifts in public.
“So, what is it?" Mu Qing looked at Xie Lian, blinking confused. “The gifts, I mean. You liked them, right? Can we see them?"
“Oh, I left them in my palace.“
“Go get them, I'm curious about what kind of gifts they are.“
Feng Xin seemed to have some opinion about this, but he just turned around and exited the dining room, murmuring something under his breath. Hua Cheng followed him, seemed as annoyed as Feng Xin, but didn't say anything anymore, probably because of Xie Lian's presence.
Sighing, Mu Qing got up too.
“Don't worry about them, Mu Qing.“ Xie Lian tried to calm him, smiling sweetly. “They are jealous, but not because they think you are doing something wrong. They just don't like the idea of someone else interested in their husband.“
“I know, just... They are right, Xie Lian. I should have told you about the gifts before. Now they are upset when I could have solved this from the start by throwing those things in the trash.“
“That's true, but you had good intentions and we know that. Go, I'll be waiting for you on our bed.“ Mu Qing nodded, smiling a bit to Xie Lian before ascending directly at his palace.
“General Xuan Zhen!" One of his deputies called and Mu Qing turned around, tired. “Your presence it's not usual at night. Has something happened?"
“I'm just here to get a few things to bring home. Is there any problem around here?"
"No, General, it's all good.“ Mu Qing hummed and started to leave, but then he stopped.
"Listen, I have been receiving gifts from an anonymous source. If you hear anything that could help me discover the person behind them, I'll be grateful.“
“Of course. Leave it to me.“ The deputy made a reverence and soon Mu Qing was alone again.
It didn't take long for him to be back at the Manor, sitting on the bed with the gifts sprawled at his side. Xie Lian looked closely at each item, interested.
“I can see why you thought it was one of us to give you this. All of it has been picked carefully to complement your beauty and please your tastes. Whoever this person is, they spent a reasonable time observing and studying you.“
“I'll throw this in the trash, order my deputies to stop accepting gifts from unknown people and apologize to Hua Cheng and Feng Xin for being this reckless…”
“Qing-er.“
The sudden change in tone made Mu Qing tremble, looking up at Xie Lian, surprised.
“D-Dianxia?"
"Wear this tomorrow at the Banquet.“ Mu Qing had to blink a few times, processing the words.
"Dianxia?! But this... Wearing this would be..."
“I did not ask, Qing-er. It's an order. Wear this tomorrow at the Banquet. It would please me even more if you used that pretty silver hair you wore once, too.“ Dianxia touched his cheek lightly, an unreadable expression on his face. "Will my dear Qing-er indulge in his Dianxia's desires?"
And how could Mu Qing tell him no? When had Mu Qing denied anything his Dianxia wanted from him?
“I'll do it, Dianxia, but...“
“I'll deal with everything that needs to be dealt with, understand? Do not worry about anything else but my order, for now.“ Mu Qing nodded. "You are so good to me, Qing-er. Take the day off to take care of yourself. I'm anxious to see my stunning Qing-er tomorrow.“
With no more words, Dianxia left the room. Surprisingly, or maybe not that much, Mu Qing noticed that he was alone in the Manor. In fact, none of his husbands appeared at home that night and the following day.
Left to his own devices, Mu Qing decided that it was better to simply obey Dianxia's order. So, he started early to get ready for the Banquet.
It was a good decision, in the end. Between baths, oiling and drying his hair, taking care of his skin and nails, styling the silver locks, wearing each layer of the robes carefully and finishing up certain details with jewelry and a subtle eyeliner... He was so focused on looking perfect that he jumped slightly when a voice called for him in his private array.
'Qing-er.'
'Dianxia?' Mu Qing felt warm desire pool on his stomach, the anticipation he controlled during the day returning with full force to his body.
'Why are you late?'
'Late?' Looking out the window, Mu Qing was surprised to see the dark sky above. 'I didn't notice!'
'Come here, now.'
'Of course, in a second, Dianxia.'
A second was literally all he needed to ascend, appearing in front of his own Palace.
In the last Heavenly Dinasty, the Mid-Autumn's Festival was already a special event. But now it was even bigger, all Heaven's residents participated in it. The Banquet was still reserved for the upper gods, but the streets now were full of stalls with foods and games for everyone to enjoy the night. It was a real festival now, making the Heavens look a bit more human than divine, an enjoyable breath from their daily duties.
Crossing the crowded streets, gods and deputies greeted him, some of them commenting about his attire and complimenting him in his good appearance. Mu Qing paid attention to those for a while, trying to deduce who was the one to send him these gifts, but to no avail. Fanning himself impatiently, Mu Qing decided that it didn't matter anymore.
Pleasing Dianxia was the only thing that mattered.
So, Mu Qing walked directly to the Emperor's Palace, where the main gardens were prepared for the Banquet. But there was even more difficult to ignore the greetings of other officials. Losing time was inevitable.
“Hoho, Xuan Zhen, look at you.“ Commented Pei Ming, walking closer to him.
“General Pei.“
“So brightly elegant tonight.” He commented, reaching out to touch a strand of Mu Qing's hair, placing it perfectly over his shoulder. “The white hair suits you in such an enticing way... Are you planning to make your husbands jealous tonight? Because it will.“
“Everyone knows that the Emperor chooses his husbands' clothes for these events, General Pei.“ Mu Qing answered, using the closed fan to move Pei Ming's hands from his hair.
“I thought this year was an exception.“ The comment made Mu Qing raise an eyebrow. “Normally, he chooses coordinated outfits, but this year you will surely stand out beside them.“
Confused, Mu Qing looked ahead, trying to find his husbands and, when he found them, he understood Pei Ming's words.
Dianxia and Hua Cheng were using black robes. Entirely black robes, from head to toes, even their jewelry was tinted black. The only colorful detail being the red knots the four of them carried on their fingers.
In the past, Mu Qing hated to be treated differently in any way. He always considered it a condescending act, something to make him feel less and not appropriately fitted to the place he was. Now, knowing this was Dianxia's desire only made him feel even more anxious for whatever he had planned: he was wearing so differently from his husbands because Dianxia wanted him to stand out, bright against them.
But seeing two of his husbands on the other side of the banquet made Mu Qing search for his third husband. Where was Feng Xin? Was he late too?
“So? Does General Pei have anything to talk about with me?“
“In fact, yes. Where did you buy those robes?" Mu Qing froze, turning his face to Pei Ming, incredulous.
"This... It was a gift.“
“Oh, from who?“ Feeling cornered by the other god, Mu Qing took a step back, his body bumping into someone. "What's with that face, Xuan Zhen? I just want to know..."
“Baobei.“ A low, grave voice called from behind Mu Qing, a hand taking him by the waist and pulling him closer. Pei Ming immediately raised his hands, laughing.
“Aiyah, let's calm down, Nan Yang, I'm just talking with him, just talking." Pei Ming sighed. “See? That's what I meant, Xuan Zhen.“
Mu Qing looked at the man beside him and... Well, yes, Pei Ming was right about two things: he would stand out next to his husbands and they would be jealous of him for it. Well, at least Feng Xin was clearly displeased by Pei Ming's proximity.
“Xie Lian is waiting for you.“ His husband said, serious as if he was talking about work, and Mu Qing nodded, a bit embarrassed but keeping the expression neutral.
“We can talk on another moment, Xuan Zhen. So you can tell me where you got the robes you are wearing.“ The pressure on Mu Qing's waist increased and he decided it was better to get going before Feng Xin started a fight.
“I'm sure General Pei has other things to do. If you excuse me, I've been delayed enough.“
The Northern god understood that his presence was not appreciated now and simply distracted himself talking with another god. Resuming his walk, now guided by a strong hand on his lower back, Mu Qing relaxed a bit.
“It fits you well.“ Feng Xin mentioned, even if he obviously disliked what he was wearing. For that, Mu Qing fanned himself, hiding his smile.
“Thanks. But what was that?“
“What exactly?"
"You never called me baobei.“
"Can't I?" The god was upset and Mu Qing could only laugh a bit.
“You are my husband. If not you, who would call me that?“
“Maybe who gave you those gifts.“ Mu Qing raised an eyebrow, offended, and Feng Xin sighed. “I'm sorry. I'm still mad about this, especially with you using the gifts.“
“Dianxia...“
“I know. He talked with me and Hua Cheng, we all agreed on this. But it doesn't mean I like seeing you so pretty on another one's things.“
“So, why did you agree to Dianxia's idea? You know how he is about consent and boundaries.“ He felt Feng Xin pressing his body to him, trying to not bump into anyone in their way. Luckily, his bad temper was written all over his face, so no one dared approach them.
“Because this is only a detail, not the whole plan. And I have to admit he was right.“
“About what?"
Feng Xin smiled mischievously, his head inclined to Mu Qing's direction and their faces close.
"Knowing that the one who would get you out of those stupid clothes and fuck you dumb until the morning will be me... It turns me on.“ That part was murmured, like a secret being shared, accompanied by a firm caress on Mu Qing's back.
Mu Qing nearly tripped.
Before he could say how shameless that was, another voice interrupted.
“My Qing-er.“
More than a few couple of eyes turned to them, surprised by such words. Even Mu Qing felt his heart jump, struggling to keep his posture.
In Heavens, the three gods preferred to keep things as they were before: unless it was inevitable, they acted as coworkers while there, maybe friends. But their married condition rarely was mentioned out in the open like this, a necessary boundary to avoid problems with the other gods.
Mu Qing should have expected this treatment today, though. He was dealing with Dianxia. And Dianxia never stopped himself from indulging in his own wishes, even in public. So, Mu Qing only smiled timidly.
“Dianxia. A-Cheng.“ He was guided by Feng Xin to sit down at Dianxia's left side. “I apologize for my lateness, it's a bit difficult to not stop and greet our colleagues.“
“Qing-er shouldn't worry about it. The Banquet will start soon, but we still have a few moments.“ Slender fingers touched Mu Qing's chin, making him turn his face to Dianxia. “You look stunning.“
“Dianxia is very kin...“ Mu Qing was interrupted by a kiss.
Dianxia was kissing Mu Qing. In front of the whole Upper Court, uncaring about murmured gasps and scandalized eyes.
It wasn't one of those breathtaking kisses Dianxia was fond to give him, the contact more sweet than domineering. Mu Qing felt his face burn, but didn't pull away, trying to enjoy the attention Dianxia gave him.
As soon Dianxia's lips left his own, Mu Qing opened his fan in front of his face, sure that his face would be all red and flustered.
”Dianxia...”
”Yes?“
”Scandalous.“
The murmured word made Dianxia chuckle, as Hua Cheng sat down beside him and Feng Xin sat at the right side of Dianxia.
”There's nothing scandalous about kissing our husband.“ Hua Cheng said, one palm sprawled over Mu Qing's thigh and the other hand pressed Mu Qing's fan down, just so he could take a light bite from his lips, teasing and a lot more audacious than Dianxia's kiss.
”San Lang...“ Warned Dianxia and Hua Cheng didn't complain about letting go.
“Couldn't resist.“ Commented Hua Cheng, grinning victorious. “Our husband looks very beautiful this night. Makes me want to paint him.“
A pleasured shiver ran down Mu Qing's spine, remembering the last time he posed to one of Hua Cheng's paintings. He ended up naked and with paint on his skin, those skilled hands making him the canva. Mu Qing had to force his mind back to the present, rolling his eyes, feigning annoyance.
“You are going to ruin my reputation...“
“As if anyone would dare badmouth you.“ Mumbled Feng Xin and Mu Qing chuckled. He was about to comment about how that was Dianxia's doing, but he was distracted by a firm arm pressing around his lower back.
”The Banquet is starting.“ Warned Dianxia and Mu Qing nodded along with the others, focusing on the celebration ahead.
As the first dishes were served, laughter and excited voices filled the air and Mu Qing relaxed. Between games and competitions, the Banquet went without any remarkable occurrences, beside of Dianxia's hand on his thigh or lower back for most of the time.
Right after the Battle of the Lanterns, which Dianxia always won with the three thousand lanterns Hua Cheng offered him, everyone started to prepare to leave the palace and keep participating in the festivities throughout Heavens. Mu Qing smiled, proudly, at his win over the Palace of Nan Yang by, well, one lantern like every other year. Feng Xin only smiled, amused, and nodded his congratulations.
(Hua Cheng had tried to offer lanterns to his two other husbands too, but they rejected the idea. Just like Hua Cheng and Xie Lian shared private traditions from before their marriage, Mu Qing and Feng Xin did too; the tradition of their palaces always winning or losing by a single lantern each year was special, private to them. Hua Cheng still tries to convince them, though, only to pout for hours at their decision.)
When most gods had already left the garden, Dianxia got up and guided Mu Qing by the hand to do the same.
”Let's enter, now. The night has much to offer to us.“ Mu Qing nodded, hand still held by Dianxia, as they strolled through the garden and, then, entered the Palace.
They passed through some corridors until they got to the Martial Hall. Mu Qing felt anxious, looking at the side door that was connected to Paradise Manor.
What awaited him at the other side?
“Take him.” Dianxia said suddenly and Mu Qing didn't have time to react to the weird order: he was almost immediately surrounded by Feng Xin and Hua Cheng, his mouth taken in a breathtaking kiss and his body grabbed with an intensity close to violence. Four hands closed on the delicate fabric of his robes and Mu Qing expected them to pull those clothes off him...
Riiiiiiip.
The sound of fabric ripping off made him tremble as Hua Cheng and Feng Xin didn't care about decency or control. Their anger was clear and the poor robes were the target of it. Just seconds later, maybe even less than that, Mu Qing was completely naked, with only his shoes on, in the middle of the Martial Hall.
He couldn't concentrate enough on the sudden nakedness of his body. Feng Xin kissed him to the point where none of them were able to breathe, while Hua Cheng held Mu Qing's hair with a bit more intensity than what he was accustomed to. Growling, Hua Cheng aggressively pulled the jade hairpin out of the silver locks.
The hairpin received the same treatment as the clothes, mercilessly crushed by the Ghost King's fingers. Mu Qing wasn't able to see but he was sure Hua Cheng had a scowl on his face, utterly disgusted by the now destroyed object.
Mu Qing still couldn't concentrate on a single thing. The hands on him were possessive, grabbing and pulling at his arms, hips and waist. Without saying a word, they spun Mu Qing and now it was Hua Cheng's time to take his breath away in a kiss. Feng Xin didn't wait to sink his teeth on the tender skin of Mu Qing's shoulder, his fingers holding aside his already messed hair. Mu Qing moaned on Hua Cheng's lips, only to be assaulted by that sinful tongue in a dominant, maddening kiss.
They had barely started, why were they so intense?! And Dianxia was always clear with his orders, how could any of this be included in the simple 'take him' he said? Were Hua Cheng and Feng Xin disobeying Dianxia this blatantly?
Confused and overwhelmed by the situation, Mu Qing was only able to let go of Hua Cheng's lips for a short moment.
“Di... Dianxia?” He called, his voice slurred as he was still being touched and pressed between the other two. He hoped Dianxia would understand the question in his breathless tone and he did, chuckling while climbing the stairs to the Heavenly Emperor's throne. His throne.
“Hmmm, my Qing-er is so intelligent that I thought it would be easy for him to realize what would happen to him tonight.” He sat down on the throne, staring at the three beneath him. “But maybe you were so focused on your own position, that you forgot to pay attention to the details laid before you.”
Mu Qing moaned as Hua Cheng and Feng Xin decided to bite and suck at his neck, on both sides, simultaneously. Their hands crossed over his skin without any care, pulling and pushing him flush to their still clothed bodies.
He needed to think to answer Dianxia's words, but the thoughts easily escaped him, the touches preventing him from forming one coherent thought. And that didn't go unnoticed.
“He's already too gone for thinking, gege.” Said Hua Cheng, his nails sinking on Mu Qing's hips by the strength he used to keep it in place.
“He might not understand, but he's still obedient and pliant.” Commented Feng Xin, hands roaming over Mu Qing's chest until he could pinch both nipples, making soft whimpers leave his lips. “This is what you see every time you have him, A-Lian? Because I never had him like this.”
“He hasn't pulled away once, and he's always so reactive with me. Gege really has privileges.”
“I can't deny that.” Dianxia chuckle made Mu Qing blink his eyes open, trying to focus on the conversation going on. Then, he realized.
Hua Cheng and Feng Xin were calling Dianxia by his nicknames, not by his title. Which meant they weren't in their typical position in their play: they were outsiders now, participating in the act, but not bound to Dianxia like him.
Now, Dianxia's words made sense. He wasn't ordering anything when he told the other two to take Mu Qing. Dianxia was allowing them to do it.
“He noticed.” Commented Feng Xin, his hand suddenly around Mu Qing's neck, pulling his head back to expose more skin to their teeth.
“Of course he did. My clever Qing-er.”
“Wh...” Mu Qing started, interrupted by how Feng Xin's hand pressed harder on his neck. Rolling his eyes, Mu Qing forgot what he was going to ask, the pressure making him dizzy, his body slack. But even if he couldn't hold himself up, he didn't fall, secured between his two hungry and angry husbands.
Even so, Dianxia knew his Qing-er better than Mu Qing himself, and he understood the barely made question.
“This is not a punishment. You did nothing wrong, Qing-er. In fact, you did extremely well, pleasing me to no end.” As he talked, Feng Xin pressed harder and Hua Cheng went down his chest, biting and sucking red marks over the pale skin. “You always please me so much, melting so beautifully under my touch, that I don't feel threatened by some horny dog wanting you.”
The mention of the person who sent him the gifts made Hua Cheng bite down harder and Feng Xin thrusted his hips against Mu Qing's back, the covered erection slotted perfectly over his ass. Mu Qing whimpered, holding into Hua Cheng's arms and arching his back a bit, searching for more contact.
“However,” Dianxia kept talking, “I do understand the feeling of being wary about how others perceive and treat what's mine. It goes beyond a simple, irrational jealousy and it has nothing to do with doubt... But it stirs primal instincts in a man. We can't control others' intentions or actions, so doesn't it make sense to be affected by someone who's interested in taking away our precious partner from us?”
Hua Cheng's mouth kept going down his body, marks blooming on Mu Qing's skin at each bite. They may be communicating through their private array, because Feng Xin held Mu Qing's left leg up, keeping it in place with a nearly painful grip on the inner curve of his knee. Hua Cheng didn't seem surprised by it, because he just knelt and took Mu Qing's dick on his mouth without any kind of warning.
Mu Qing's moan was swallowed by Feng Xin's mouth on his, in a languid, deep kiss that forced Mu Qing's body to arch back against his chest. His thighs trembled when Hua Cheng's chin pressed against his balls and Mu Qing knew he would've fallen to the ground if not by how firmly Feng Xin was holding him in place.
Dianxia still talked, as if he was discussing a trivial matter that barely had his attention.
“We don't know how far such a person could go to have you, Qing-er. Or do you think he started with sending you the gifts? Because that's obviously not what happened, not with the way each piece fitted like a glove on you. Not only did he know your tastes or the colors and fabrics that suited you, he knew your measurements as well.”
Mu Qing realized that, maybe, Dianxia wasn't explaining anything to him. Mu Qing didn't need such a thing, he would have done whatever Dianxia asked him to do, accepted his predicament without a single ounce of resistance. Dianxia just needed to tell him what to do, what to accept, and Mu Qing would do it.
No, Dianxia wasn't explaining anything to him at all. He was just using the opportunity to rile up Hua Cheng and Feng Xin even more, feeding their possessiveness with carefully threaded sentences, making their touches rougher, hungrier.
“He knew what you liked in such a detailed manner that you could only imagine that one of your husbands was sending you the gifts. Do you understand how intimately this person knows you? How much time did he get to observe and study you? For how long has this person desired you, Qing-er, and right under our noses?”
Mu Qing didn't know if he was supposed to answer that, but Dianxia didn't seem to be waiting for an answer. He didn't seem to care about the muffled moans escaping Mu Qing's lips as Feng Xin suffocated him and Hua Cheng sucked his dick as if he never had done that before. In fact, Dianxia was calm, sitting up there on his throne, his voice guiding the storm unleashed beneath him.
“How far did he go? Did he touch you before?” Feng Xin groaned at Dianxia's words, clearly displeased by the possibility, moving his hand from his hip to grope his ass, kneading the flesh. “Grazed his fingertips on your hands when delivering a report? Stared at you napping on your desk or watched you train with your sabre? Secretly caressed the end of your ponytail when you were too busy to pay attention to him?”
It was Hua Cheng's time to growl, his throat vibrating around Mu Qing's erection and making him roll his eyes in pleasure. Releasing it with a wet pop, Hua Cheng just looked up at Feng Xin, who let go of Mu Qing's leg and neck only to force him to bend forward. Mu Qing followed the guidance and grabbed the front of Hua Cheng's robes, near his hips.
For a moment, Mu Qing thought he would be able to pull Hua Cheng's clothes aside himself, but his hands ended inside a vicious grip. In an instant, both his arms were bound at his back, his body kept into position only by slender fingers holding him up by the hair.
And Dianxia kept talking.
“Maybe he made you smile lightly at a compliment or frown before a complex matter? What else did he do to you, Qing-er, before getting bold enough to send you gifts? How much more does he know about you?”
Mu Qing now hoped Dianxia wasn't expecting him to answer, because he could barely hear the words anymore, teary eyes closed as Hua Cheng bottomed out on his throat. And that alone would be enough to make him lose contact with reality for a moment, but Feng Xin decided to contribute to his fall, two slick fingers finding his entrance and entering without preparation.
Someday in the past, Mu Qing would have complained about the careless treatment, but it didn't take long after their marriage for Mu Qing to realize he liked it this way. He could take it, he knew that, and his pride was strangely shattered and reconstructed at the same time when his partners admitted to it.
“See how maddening it is, to notice how exposed to others you are, Qing-er? How easily others have access to you?”
Hua Cheng snapped his hips against Mu Qing's mouth at the words and Feng Xin mercilessly opened him, fingers pressing on that sweet, pleasurable spot that turned Mu Qing's legs into a mush.
“He could have done all that before... What else does he want to do? After sending the gifts, will he keep his distance or it would only make him even bolder?”
Mu Qing couldn't even moan, small tears forming in the corner of his eyes at the way his body started to tense, his muscles burning, the peak of his pleasure approaching rapidly. None of them stopped or slowed down, on the contrary, after noticing his situation they only gripped Mu Qing harder.
“Of course he'll get bolder. You used his gifts in front of everyone.”
The words made Feng Xin and Hua Cheng react, getting more intense in a second. The change threw Mu Qing to the abyss, his body convulsing without much space to release the energy, constricting around the dick and the fingers inside him.
The hot waves of pleasure crashed against each other, with no outlet, extending the sensation for a long moment. When it finally started to calm down, Hua Cheng allowed him to breathe, taking his dick off Mu Qing's mouth. Feng Xin, too, took out his fingers. They kept holding him and Mu Qing was grateful for it, because he would end up face first on the marbled floor.
They didn't let him rest much, though. They started to manhandle him again, until he was on Hua Cheng's arms, chests pressed together, legs around the narrow waist. His spent cock was warm against Hua Cheng's erection, the pressure making him softly gasp.
Ah. He needed to address those words...
“I...” Feng Xin was suddenly behind him, pressing against his back, bites and kisses on his shoulder. He positioned himself in a way the tip of his cock pressed near his slicked, soft entrance. Mu Qing trembled, his arms still bound and unable to move, but he forced his hoarse voice out. “I didn't... I wouldn't... I only used them... for Dianxia... ”
“Oh, but he wouldn't know that, right? He just saw you at the banquet, parading the gifts he so carefully chose for you. Isn't that the same as accepting his advances?”
“No! No, I swear, I'll never... Ah!” The sudden penetration made him roll his eyes again, moaning loudly as he threw his head back, pure bliss melting his muscles again.
“We know.” Growled Hua Cheng, fingers bruising at Mu Qing's hips, his face contorting between pleasure and anger.
“You would probably turn violent at the audacity. A broken limb or two until someone stopped you.” Feng Xin agreed, snapping his hips and getting another loud moan from Mu Qing.
“But that's not the point, Qing-er.” Dianxia sighed. “The point isn't even about what he'll think or what he'll do. The point is that he dared to want you. And all the possibilities of that desire is what troubles us.”
Hua Cheng groaned at how on point Dianxia's words were, grabbing Mu Qing's by the jaw and guiding their mouths together. While he kissed and rutted against Mu Qing's stomach, Feng Xin's hand found its place on the pale neck again, without holding into it yet. It was just a reminder that Mu Qing was totally at their mercy now.
“So, no. This isn't a punishment.” Dianxia finally said. “This is simply a reminder. Not to you, but to ourselves.”
With every thrust from Feng Xin, Mu Qing's growing erection met Hua Cheng's one, the friction adding to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Let us be reminded about how deeply we know you, Qing-er. How intensely we want you. How strong is our bond to you.”
Opening his eyes with a bit of effort, Mu Qing stared up to the throne. Dianxia wasn't sitting there anymore, but slowly getting down the steps. His face showed his satisfaction, his lips holding a proud smile. But he was so put together, with all his clothes on and not a single hair out of place. If he was aroused, his attire didn't denounce it.
The contrast between them was abysmal.
”My good little Qing-er. Look at you.“ Dianxia stared at him, walking calmly as if he wasn't in front of a vulgar, heated scene. ”This face of yours, I love it. You are all flustered, eyes unfocused, breathing heavily, moaning incoherences in such a tantalizing tone. So pretty, so sensual...“
Mu Qing could only gasp, rolling his eyes in pleasure at all the stimuli.
”Ours.“ It was said like an order, Dianxia stopping right beside them, smiling as if he was seeing a favored concubine coming undone at his feet. His hand touched Mu Qing's hair delicately, his fingers caressing the messed locks. ”You are owned by us, Qing-er. Every single inch of you belongs to us and this face of yours right now? We are the only ones who would ever see it. Ever.“
It wasn't a threat, no. It was a fact. So true and unchangeable that Mu Qing couldn't even think about something to compare it to. Nothing seemed immutable enough.
The sun would darken, the oceans would dry, the earth would find its inevitable end... But Mu Qing would forever belong to them.
His second orgasm hit him as a violent wave, his mind and body out of control. But it was alright. Rough hands held him up when he lost strength, hungry lips distracted him from the exhaustion. Mu Qing let his mind rest and his body melt, closing his eyes.
It was alright. He belonged to them and that certainty filled a small, empty space Mu Qing didn't realize existed in his heart.
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”General Xuan Zhen, can we use a bit of your time?”
Mu Qing turned around in the gates of his palace, raising an eyebrow seeing Yin Yu accompanied by Quan Yizhen.
“Why so formal, Yin Yu? Something happened?” He asked, crossing his arms. The ghost only bowed, forcing his shidi to do the same.
“I've come to ask for forgiveness, General. I made a terrible mistake and I'm afraid you were negatively affected by it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My lord might remember how he helped my shidi, General Qi Ying, with some... Troublesome affairs on his territory.” Mu Qing nodded, confused. “My shidi was grateful for your valuable help and intended to show it properly. He asked me for advice and I gave him a little list of things he could give you to show his consideration.”
Mu Qing already knew where this would end.
“Shixiong was right in the choices, they suited you!”
“Shut it!” Ordered Yin Yu, visibly angry and... Embarrassed? “My shidi has no clue on how people communicate and how some things can be misinterpreted. I...”
“There's no need to do all this, Yin Yu.” Mu Qing interrupted, with a gentle smile. “The gifts were of excellent taste, thank you. Next time, I would prefer if the gifts are accompanied by a letter, at least, so I am able to explain to my husbands from where I got them.”
“General...”
“But it's fine. Things worked out on my end, so you don't need to worry about that. If you excuse me, I was about to go home.”
Turning around, Mu Qing found out he wasn't the only one near the gate. Xie Lian was there, smiling, waiting for him. He probably heard the conversation, by his smug expression. Sighing, Mu Qing approached him.
“Are you done with work today?” Xie Lian asked.
“Yes, I was heading home.”
“Let's go together, they are waiting for us.”
Mu Qing smiled at him, nodding and taking Xie Lian's hand while walking to the array on his old chambers. Since that night, they were more likely to show affection in public, in a way there was no space for anyone to second guess their relationship. They started to share more loving, intimate moments outside their house. Things not only had worked out, they got better, too.
Maybe his husbands' jealousy was not so bad, after all. Looking at Xie Lian at his side, Mu Qing chuckled. He hoped they wouldn't get mad at Mu Qing for liking their jealousy.