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Shen Qingqiu had been repressing it just fine, okay? In fact, he'd been repressing it so well that he'd almost forgotten it altogether! But here, held against a wall in a dirty back alley in Jin Lan City, he was abruptly, violently reminded.
He had started reading Proud Immortal Demon Way for the blood kink.
Shen Yuan had been seventeen, discovering some things about himself, read all the hentai and vampire fiction he could tolerate (disappointingly few of them spent enough time on the drinking, and never from the drinker's point of view, in his opinion), and someone on the boards of the fetish site he had been trawling had recommended PIDW on the basis that the protagonist had blood powers(!!!) that often relied on him feeding it to people(!!!).
Of course, then Shen Yuan had read it, gotten invested in its stupid porn logic world and its cool monsters and its incredible protagonist against his better judgement, and been so terribly disappointed by the ending he reincarnated into it, but he had started reading it with his hand on his dick, skimming for the moment the protagonist would seal a cut hand over the flavor and/or monster of the week and force his blood mites down their throat.
And now, well.
There was a cut hand sealed over his mouth.
Forcing blood mites down his throat.
Sweet iron cloyingly hot and heavy as it coated the inside of his mouth, the tip of his tongue tingling with the intensity, Binghe's elegant fingers clamped over his face with bruising force, the tinge of awareness that he was so, so, so about to die—
He moaned.
The gleefully furious smile froze on his ex disciple's face.
Shen Qingqiu felt his blood run cold... what little of it wasn't mortifyingly concentrated in his dick, anyway.
The flow of blood in his mouth increased, making him choke as he struggled to keep gulping it down, tears springing to his eyes as he inhaled drops of it, more aroused than he had ever been in either life. Tongue weakly lapping at the open wound, it wasn't long until the sensation of blood parasites invading every inch of him as the blood itself kept clogging his senses had him up against the edge of orgasm, then brutally pressed against it until he, well, spilled.
Slowly, Binghe removed his hand, incongruously red in the face, even though Shen Qingqiu had been the one to utterly humiliate himself.
"...Shizun?" said his wayward disciple weakly.
With post-nut clarity combined with enough bliss to make his nervous system chill out a little bit, Shen Qingqiu looked at his disciple for long enough to identify the incredibly white lotusy expression on his face—vulnerable to a depth that Bing-ge never would have let himself be except maybe in the presence of a very sweet wife—and then found somewhere else to look, helpless against the scarlet blush of his own. "...Binghe."
"...Shizun finds this one's flavor pleasing?" said Luo Binghe, sounding like he found the events of the past five minutes as surreal as Shen Qingqiu did.
Don't say it like you're asking about dinner!! Your scummy old pervert master just jizzed his pants!! "...This master is certain Binghe can draw his own conclusions."
Silence.
"Would Shizun like more?"
Shen Qingqiu's spent dick twitched in interest, and from the glint in Luo Binghe's red eyes, his blood mites had alerted him to that unfortunate fact. "A-absolutely not," Shen Qingqiu spluttered, cursing himself more and more every second for sounding like a fucking tsundere anime girl.
"Is my master certain?" said Luo Binghe, somehow sounding even more like his white lotus self, tilting his head with that particular kind of innocence he used when asking his master if he really didn't want another platter of snacks, even though this disciple worked so hard on them...?
This tone was usually used when Shen Qingqiu turned down something that would be good for him, not when turning down public humiliation and perving on the protagonist with his weird kinks, thank you!!!!
He couldn't quite manage to get his breath back and unglue his jaw to insist that yes, he was certain, before Luo Binghe raised his bloodied, already-healed palm to his face, dropped those insanely cool fuck-off fangs, and sliced the meat of his thumb on them, dipping the sharp points into the skin and flesh until fresh, deep red blood welled up like sin—
Mysteriously, it was difficult to fight back when Luo Binghe raised the wound to Shen Qingqiu's mouth and murmured, "Would Shizun rather it go to waste?"
More blood, heady and intense and overwhelming, accompanied by the aggressive itch of his own blood flowing the wrong way in his veins, exploring every bit of him and not a few of them gathering at the base of his dick, healing away the oversensitivity and tickling something deep inside that had to be his prostate.
He moaned again, the sound ripping out of him as his heart pounded uselessly, his entire body suffused in Binghe's sweet poison and his senses going wild for it.
Luo Binghe was breathing fast and hard, maybe even harder than Shen Qingqiu himself, a strange, intense look on his face as he crowded closer, wetting his lips and holding his hand tight to Shen Qingqiu's mouth as he started to investigate his prostate in earnest, making Shen Qingqiu's eyes roll back in his head and his limbs shake in pleasure.
Shen Qingqiu was halfway to wondering what the humiliation of coming in his pants twice in a row would be when he felt a thread of Luo Binghe's brilliant spiritual qi sink into the meridian of his wrist, then flood into his blocked-up spiritual pathways, tugging on a thread of his in turn.
Dual cultivation.
Luo Binghe was... trying to dual cultivate with his old master?! Excuse me?!! Protagonist!!! You're confused!!! This one was a decrepit old man, not a pretty young waif!!!
Shen Qingqiu's mouth was too full of the protagonist's nectar to say any of that—and then, abruptly, too full of the protagonist's tongue.
Young man!! You're confused!! Shen Qingqiu thought frantically, but the clumsy approximation of a kiss from someone who hadn't even had movie-level kisses to draw on was, unfortunately, absolutely adorable. And it was his job to teach, wasn't it?! How could he leave his (ex?) disciple with such cutely terrible kissing skills?? He would be a failure of a master if he did that!!!!
This made sense while half the blood in his body was in his dick, so he grabbed a fistful of Luo Binghe's gorgeous soft locks and tugged it to guide him into, well. Making out.
...Wasn't this guy supposed to kill him?
He didn't seem to be trying very hard. Instead, 'this guy' was making desperate, needy noises under his breath as he dry-humped his old master in a dirty alleyway after forcing said master to orgasm via blood kink, and... appeared to be trying to make it happen again. Or, had been trying. Right now, any attempt at controlling his blood in sexy ways had fallen by the wayside in favor of kissing and grinding his insane weapon into Shen Qingqiu's hip and stomach.
Shen Qingqiu would like to say he fought it on any level—wasn't his heterosexuality under attack...?—but Luo Binghe was... well, Luo Binghe. If you had the opportunity to make out like teenagers with Luo fucking Binghe, you didn't say no!! No matter your sexuality!! No matter what he planned to do with you after this!!
Okay, so he'd never exactly gotten far with his small handful of girlfriends and who knew how much actually transferred when you were making out with a man, but when Luo Binghe seemed to have gotten the hang of the mouth side of the equation, Shen Qingqiu's hand slid down to the small of his (ex??) disciple's back, then a little lower, low on his hip and half on his flank, and mindlessly encouraged him to rock into Shen Qingqiu with a little more deliberation.
Luo Binghe gave a startlingly girly gasp and his already-graceless rhythm went wholly out of whack. "Shizun—!!"
Shen Qingqiu bit him, embarrassment surging and, mortifyingly, heightening his arousal, and Luo Binghe let out a long, growling, guttural noise and stiffened, flooding Shen Qingqiu's meridians with hot, hot, hot yang energy, burning away Without a Cure's blockages for good and concentrating in his lower dantian, forcing Shen Qingqiu over the edge all over again, flooding him right back.
The kiss broke so that they could both catch their breath and begin to process what had just happened.
...Shen Qingqiu took it back. That was absolutely not the kind of thing you did with a man who was about to dismember and then kill you. How much worse would his punishment be for this?! How much worse could it even get?!!
"Sh-Shizun..." said the protagonist slumped against him, trembling. When Shen Qingqiu looked, he looked exactly like a debauched maiden, tears clinging to his eyelashes and entire face flushed an attractive shade of pink that concentrated over his high cheekbones, lips bitten red and shiny with spit and blood that Shen Qingqiu immediately wanted to lick away—
"Binghe," he replied thoughtlessly, trying and failing to yank his thoughts away from the taste.
Big, fat tears gathered in the blackened protagonist's eyes the same way they had in his poor little white lotus's, and Shen Qingqiu's chest caved in instantly. "Shizun... doesn't hate this one?"
"Of course not," flew out of Shen Qingqiu's mouth before he could reconsider the wisdom of swearing it so easily. "Binghe is Binghe. There is nothing to hate."
Horrifyingly, that made the tears worse, though now they were threaded through with a painful hope. "Not even his filthy demonic blood? Even though he is intolerable to the heavens?"
Wondering exactly what the hell was happening here, Shen Qingqiu nonetheless patted Luo Binghe's head as though he was controlled by puppet strings. "Binghe is intolerable to no one and nothing. In that moment, this master—wanted Binghe to hate him." Then, horrified by the raw, unfiltered, soul-stripping honesty, he reflexively ground the heel of his hand into the top of his (ex???) disciple's head, as though he could grind the terrifying fact right out of his head. "He said cruel, untrue things, and dares not ask for Luo Binghe's forgiveness on the matter."
He felt the protagonist's gaze on him and glanced at the man against his better judgement—and nearly bodily shoved him away in searing embarrassment. What is with that puppy stare, ah?!! You're the blackened protagonist!!! A fully grown man!!! Bing-ge, please!!!!
Then the corner of said blackened protagonist's mouth hooked upwards in an absolutely devastating little smile that made Shen Qingqiu keenly aware that he was looking at the most attractive person in this stupid porn world. "Begging Shizun's forgiveness, but he failed. This disciple was angry, but that could never change the feelings he holds for his master."
...Protagonist, how bad did that orgasm fuck with your head, ah???
Ah, no, no, of course. He meant feelings of filial piety. Obviously. No matter how he'd cried his old master's title right before he came—don't think about that.
Then Luo Binghe's face soured, eyes glinting like cold stars. "Though it seems he'll have more competition than he'd like, what with his master calling so sweetly for Liu Qingge in the middle of the night."
"What?" said Shen Qingqiu blankly, then remembered their odd not-conversation filled with threat and malice and a whole lot of demonic qi (that was much quieter now... after... the dual cultivation... was this Xin Mo's fault???), then said, "Ah, he was going to clear my meridians."
Luo Binghe was instantly concerned, reaching for Shen Qingqiu's wrist and asking, "Shizun is having a flare-up?"
"Not anymore," Shen Qingqiu said, because his brains were still submerged in oxytocin instead of their normal cortisol, apparently.
"...Not anymore?" Luo Binghe echoed, then frowned as he prodded where his master's blockages normally were. "Shizun, Without a Cure—?"
"—has a cure," Shen Qingqiu finished, not quite able to look his (not ex????) disciple in the eye as he shot him a flummoxed look. After a moment, he supplied, "The cure is dual cultivation with a heavenly demon."
For which a little light frottage and dry humping with qi circulation counted, for some reason, apparently, and Shen Qingqiu was so sorely tempted to question his luck.
Luo Binghe stared at him. And stared and stared, a bright pink blush slowly sweetening his face. "...Ah?!"
Shen Qingqiu tried to come up with a question more graceful and less weird than your place or mine? and only managed to come up with, "Will Binghe be returning home...?" and immediately wanted to kick himself.
...Forget puppy eyes, those were bubbly shoujo eyes!!!
"Yes, Shizun!!!"
Upon hearing that the main reason Shen Qingqiu had had to join the Cang Qiong delegation in Jin Lan City was because the two people in charge of caring for his Without a Cure flare-ups were there, Luo Binghe just about kidnapped him back to the bamboo house, which had made the protagonist's qi fluctuate in a rather concerning way.
Obviously, they needed to get it under control, and, really, the only solution easily available to them was dual cultivation, and as the person who invited him away from his wives (that Luo Binghe then swore he didn't even have), Shen Qingqiu was the one who needed to help him through it. Obviously. And if Luo Binghe rather suggestively left a large, bloody scratch on his neck and encouraged his old master to suck on it like a fucking vampire, then—it wasn't Shen Qingqiu's fault, dammit!! What was he supposed to do?!!! Look the other way?!?!!! Dammit!!! Fuck off!!!
...He didn't have nearly as good an excuse for why he was getting his crash course in cocksucking on the daybed while his disciple writhed under him and moaned and begged like the porn star he was when Liu Qingge ripped the door off its hinges.
"You're being summon-..." he started, then broke off and emitted a loud, strangled noise.
Shen Qingqiu immediately disengaged and tried to lurch for anything that would protect their scant modesty—Luo Binghe was as naked as they day he was born and Shen Qingqiu had a single thin inner robe draped off of him like some pinup girl on the cover of a dirty magazine—only for Luo Binghe's legs to clamp around him like iron, preventing all movement.
"Binghe!" Shen Qingqiu hissed, struggling.
Smugger than Shen Qingqiu had ever heard or seen him before, Luo Binghe grinned with a few too many (hot) sharp fangs and purred, "Shishu should learn to knock."
"What the hell are you doing with him?!" Liu Qingge spluttered, his ears and neck dark red.
"What does it look like?" said Luo Binghe in a very Bing-ge sort of way.
Shen Qingqiu pinched his thigh, hard, and got barely a flicker of a glance. Mournfully, he decided to be grateful that his own dick wasn't immediately visible. He wasn't winning any size contests and he wasn't eager to try.
"Peak Lord Shen," said an oily voice from just outside. "You're under arrest for suspicion of..." The Old Palace Master emerged into the house fully and his eyes bugged out of his head. "What is this?!"
Giving up on dignity, Shen Qingqiu dropped his face into Luo Binghe's thigh with a subsonic groan.
"Molesting your disciple?!?!?" said Old Palace Master with a strange, excited outrage.
"On the contrary," said Luo Binghe, tightening his legs around Shen Qingqiu and sounding like a very smug cat. Or maybe shark. "This is medically necessary dual cultivation. This disciple was terribly close to a qi deviation and my master selflessly offered himself up in sacrifice. This filial disciple owes his master his life."
Bing-ge, Shen Qingqiu wept in his heart, I know you're an exhibitionist, but this master is not!!!! And what is with this fucked up xianxia DDLB roleplay, ah?!!!!
There was a terribly silent pause, then Luo Binghe added, "I'm afraid shishu and xianjun are interrupting us, which could be terrible for this one's health. Please put the door back on your way out." Then he turned his seeming attention on Shen Qingqiu and tenderly stroked his hair. "Shizuuun... We should move to the bedroom, should we not?"
Shen Qingqiu pinched his thigh harder and glared, and got a radiantly happy grin for his trouble. Which made Shen Qingqiu melt, okay, a little—but not nearly enough to stand up with his stupid erection on full display, okay?!
The two intruders started walking away and Luo Binghe curled up and forward, until his mouth was a hand's breadth away from Shen Qingqiu's ear, and murmured, certainly loud enough for the others to hear, "This disciple is very eager to return the favor."
Outside, something loudly cracked, and Liu Qingge spat a number of muffled curses about the state of Binghe's(???) person, and Binghe's smile only grew.
"...Binghe," said Shen Qingqiu suspiciously.
"My master must forgive this one," Binghe said cheerfully, not sounding remotely sorry. "A number of this disciple's long-held dreams came true at once." Then the sharklike quality disappeared in favor of something much more hopeful and earnest and hungry. His legs loosened. "Bedroom, Shizun?"
Shen Qingqiu stood with a very put-upon sigh that he told himself he felt, muttered, "Insatiable," and walked to the bedroom.