Chapter Text
Act I - Eyefucking Counts
The face hid what the exquisite back could not dare to conceal. Not that the concealment could hide the elegant bone structure that marked this man as a true beauty. A stunning beauty for which cities and countries would be overthrown if the need would arise. With his shoulder blades alone, he made Wen Kexing forget any other hunger, for the sight before him was a feast enough.
Graceful and attractive figure hidden beneath such unflattering rags. Graceful beneath the feigned drunken shambling that made Wen Kexing’s heart race faster and faster. There was no reason that this jaunt into the human world couldn’t be both business and pleasure. No man could resist such a delectable peach blossom that hid beneath the cowl of late autumn. If a man could not resist, why would the Chief of Ghosts hold back on his own desires?
How painful it would be to not even taste those lips. Any beauty of the past could not compare to the well-formed lips that he wanted to tease open and delve into with his clever tongue. A fiery beauty would surely bite back, drawing blood from Wen Kexing, and two would mingle and become one.
“Master…are you drooling?” The shrill tones of Gu Xiang brought him back to the present. His fan snapped open to hide his face; eyes peering over the edges like an angry fox eerily staring out from its burrow in the late hours of the night.
He was drooling. Rather than lower himself to answering, he subtly wiped his mouth and then his chin with his conveniently long sleeves. “Silly girl, are you blind as well as foolish?”
A silly child could not see how well-formed the one who had slept in the sun was. A man who had such mastery of himself that he fearlessly could doze without a care for attack. It sent shivers down his spine, to witness such a mastery of self. How interesting.
His plans could wait for a little while.
Act II - I don’t know when this is meant to be set.
He bit at the hip, teeth sinking in as deeply. A-Xu had beautiful hip bones, like everything else about his flawless beauty, who ought to be considered one of the great beauties of the world. Wen Kexing dug his fingers into the impossibly slim waist, marvelling at the great bounty he had peeled out from fabric. He would leave bruises that A-Xu would feel every time he moved from his waist. Whenever fabric pressed against the delicate curve of his bite-ridden hips, his A-Xu would remember who had left his mark.
A-Xu let out a delightful moan, low and breathy. Of course, it made sense that the man who had lain waiting on his belly for Wen Kexing, would also be as shamelessly unrepentant in the pursuit of the body’s pleasures. Of the way pleasure was built from the razor thin edge of pain. So self-assured and confident, the other man felt no need to assert any dominance as the giver, and lazily waited to receive all that Wen Kexing could unleash upon him. Now, if only he could coax his A-Xu to let him unwrap the last remaining item of clothing on his upper half...
“A-Xu,” Wen Kexing breathed, one hand trying to slip between the blankets and feel the hard proof of Zhou Xu’s desire formed between his perfectly formed thighs. “A-Xu. A-Xu. Won’t you let me show you how clever my mouth is. How perfect it is, so I can swallow you whole? A-Xu…”
“Lao Wen.” A growl that went straight to his groin, making him wonder how it would be to be on his hands and knees, presenting himself for the taking. Bred like a beast so cruelly by his A-Xu, as his insides parted like the petals of a flowering fruit to be joined with the man that Wen Kexing currently had beneath him. An innocent chrysanthemum to be brutally plucked by the harsh and cruel beauty. For Zhou Xu, it would be no hardship to be at his mercy. All he had to do was give the command.
“Yes, A-Xu?” He inhaled deeply -- losing himself in the essence of Zhou Xu, a full-bodied shiver sending him spiralling as the need to possess, to set alight the tingling nerve-endings that left him in a tortured state of arousal.
“Are you here to lead a poetry recital, or will you actually fuck me?” Crude words, delivered impatiently, and with absolutely no delicacy. Wen Kexing felt his lips tilt upwards, eyes still admiring the way his fingerprints marked A-Xu’s delicate waist. Perfection made even more so by the marks of possession.
“A-Xu, has this gentleman not attended to you so diligently?” He cried out, feigning his aggrievement, but already picturing his exquisite companion on his back; cock hard and leaking, and ready for Wen Kexing to take into his mouth. Like a common brothel maid, serving his patron with eagerness, lustily taking in more and more of a hard length until he could breathe no more. “And will this humble philanthropist not make you sing so sweetly. Birds in the garden, singing amongst flowers. Is that not us tonight? Two destined lovers entwined with the red threads. Perhaps even the moon will hide, and flowers be forced to wilt with shame if --”
“Lao Wen, shut up.”
Shut up, him? All birds in the air would take to life on the ground before his tongue would quieten, hadn’t Zhou Xu already learned that? Their acquaintance might be few in days, but there could be no more a perfect pair, drawn together as if they were two perfect halves that were fated to be one again.
“If A-Xu will grant this humble man -” Wen Kexing stopped as he was forced to shift as A-Xu pushed himself up with a distinct huff of discontent. “- A-Xu?”
If he had been radiant on his belly, beautifully displayed, then to look upon Zhou Xu’s face was enough to break Wen Kexing’s particular path of thoughts. Even with that definitely not real face, his mouth dried out at just the opportunity to look and admire such a perfect figure. Everything about the man before him was sensual. For all that Zhou Xu was most definitely a man, he was also a very beautiful man.
There were male courtesans who could not cultivate such perfection upon themselves.
However, he was also the type of man who would only tolerate so many delays, given that before Wen Kexing could blink, he was the one on his back. Staring up with his mouth hanging open, looking up at the beautifully flushed face of A-Xu. Eyes glittering with promises that Wen Kexing dared not hope for to be the reality.
“Lao Wen keeps promising such things. This poor wanderer can only wonder when Lao Wen will ever deliver. Perhaps Lao Wen requires some direction, yes?”
Wen Kexing nodded before he could stop himself. He had shared a bed with other men before, but never had he relinquished any control for any of them. All it took was a few words and a burning gaze from Zhou Xu, and he was ready to bare his own neck to a sharp blade if asked. Wen Kexing liked men, but he had never liked one like Zhou Xu.
He let himself submit to the whims of another, barely holding himself back. Calloused hands in his hair, cruel pulls of a handful of strands that punched the breath out of his lungs. Zhou Xu had such a cruel, piercing gaze that demanded obedience.
Even though the face he showed to the world was clearly not the one Zhou Xu had been born with, there was no mistaking the imperious features of one born to rule over others. Some things could not be taken away with disguise, not unless one was genuinely putting forth their true effort to do so, and the half-hearted attempts of a-Xu were growing weaker by the minute.
"A-Xu, so bold. So impatient, A-Xu. Such a brute…” Wen Kexing felt his lips twitch, looking upwards through dark lashes. “Treating this delicate man so roughly.”
Zhou Xu snorted, the beautifully blooming bruising on his hip on show. Something that Wen Kexing could not help but admire all over again. There were so many more places that Wen Kexing had yet to leave his mark upon. One night would not be enough for all that he wanted to coax from Zhou Xu.
Desire was like putting his fingertips to the flame, scorching them for the daring. Wen Kexing could have a thousand lovers, but now he only needed one. Only Zhou Xu.
There was something thrilling and ever-so satisfying about the anticipation. Giving up control to someone who was fully capable of snapping his neck without flinching. Two circling tigers in one bed, both so willing to take and to receive.
Zhou Xu kissed him on the brow first. Pressed his lips to his cheek, brushed them over the shell of his ear, and then sank his teeth into where his neck met his shoulder, the fabric muting the full force of the bite. His lower belly seemed to tighten, a low, drawn-out sigh falling from his lips. He had not quite expected it, for all that it sent that delightful painful pleasure straight to his groin.
“A-Xu, A-Xu, A-Xu. “ He whined, a piteous put upon his face with no effort at all. Wen Kexing was shameless as he tugged at his own clothing. “Will you not disrobe this quivering virgin before you so shamelessly ravage him?”
Zhou Xu laughed and pulled away from him. Cruel. Disbelieving. “Lao Wen, I would sooner call myself a monk than believe in your chastity. Why don’t you disrobe yourself? If you can keep your mouth shut long enough-”
“A-Xu!” Wen Kexing chided, smiling as he sat up to begin disrobing. “Perhaps you need to give this loudmouth of mine something else to do than talk. “
“Very well.”
That was the opening Wen Kexing needed to pounce.