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Lang Qian Qiu was one to rarely experience post-nut clarity. Mostly due to the fact that he would rarely partake in such activities to deal with the aftermath. Yet here he laid.
His robes were still thrown open as he breathed slowly, attempting to catch his breath. He faced the ceiling, a sight he was used to, and traced every intricate detail out with his eyes. Sculpting the gold that covered and carved the dragons and fighters who danced aimlessly around the ceiling.
He ignored the cold body that pressed half onto him and the feeling of his arm which was snaked beneath it going numb. He ignored the feeling of the pale, white leg that circled around his own large and tan leg. He ignored the soft hum that came from the ghost's mouth as he played with the god's hair. He ignored how the chill from the body became warmth that spread throughout his own.
He ignored Qi Rong.
He ignored Qi Rong because he despised Qi Rong.
It wasn’t until there was a soft tug at his hair that he glanced at the ghost.
The ghost was busy braiding, unbraiding, and rebraiding the god’s hair, he hadn’t even noticed he tugged on it.
Lang Qian Qiu rolled his eyes. Lang Qian Qiu just had sex with this man.
The man that looked way too gorgeous at the moment. The man whose robes were lazily thrown on, revealing his chest and all the little red bite marks littered on it. The man whose hair draped perfectly over his shoulders as it pooled onto the bed. The man who looked too pretty to be a ghost when he was calm.
But also the man who helped kill his parents.
Lang Qian Qiu sighed and threw his head back, staring at the ceiling again, ignoring the soft chuckle from Qi Rong.
“What’s your deal? Is this little virgin boy embarrassed?” Qi Ring scraped his nails up and down Lang Qian Qiu’s chest.
Lang Qian Qiu grumbled before glancing back down, piercing green eyes meeting his own. “You’re fucked up…”
Qi Rong let out a loud cackle. “Oh you idiot! You think I don’t know?” Despite calling him an idiot Qi Rong still rested his head on the god's chest.
The god felt warmth spread throughout his body and a fluttering found home in his chest.
He shouldn’t feel like this. This man helped kill his parents, and attempted to destroy any peace between Yong’an and Xianle.
But yet here they were. Tangled up in one another.
“Why should I allow you to defile me like this?” The question slipped from his mouth. It sounded like it was more for Lang Qian Qiu than for Qi Rong.
The ghost shrugged, reaching up to cup Lang Qian Qiu’s face. “Did you like it?” His voice was soft, nothing like what the god was used to hearing. It made his heart skip a beat.
As much as Lang Qian Qiu hated to admit it, he loved it. He loved it so much that he’d do it again in a heartbeat. Yet his brain told him that it was wrong, he shouldn’t feel this way. It didn’t help that for months up until this point Qi Rong did nothing but play with him. Months of soft laughter. Soft kisses. Light touches. Then followed the rough and harsh kisses. The bloodied lips that would follow. The curses at one another as the rutted against each other.
It all seemed to blind Lang Qian Qiu, making him forget about who the ghost really was.
Now he finally seemed to come down from that high, he got what he wanted and now, he felt…
Gross.
But his heart demanded he loved it.
“Yeah… I…” Lang Qian Qiu sighed again. “I really fucking liked it.” Why was he admitting such things?
Qi Rong smirked proudly. “This ancestor knows how to do a thing or too, doesn't he?”
Lang Qian Qiu just rolled his eyes and shook his head, but there was no denying the small smile on his lips. The arm that rested underneath the ghost wrapped around him, sliding up and down Qi Rong’s back as the god turned to face him, holding him close to his chest.
Maybe… just maybe it wasn’t… that bad.
Maybe it was okay to feel this way. So what if he felt gross from time to time. What happened in the past happened and there’s no changing that. The only thing to do is to move on from it.
“I think… I think I forgive you…” Lang Qian Qiu muttered softly.
Qi Rong gasped slightly before pushing away, glancing up at the god. “What?” The genuine shock on the ghost's face almost made Qian Qiu grin.
“I forgive you, for what you did that night.” Lang Qian Qiu wore a serious expression, even if there was a small voice in his brain begging him to take it back. Whatever, who even listens to that stupid voice anyways?
And with Qi Rong’s soft smile the god knew there was no need to regret his words. It was the first time since Qi Rong and Guzi’s reunion that Lang Qian Qiu saw Qi Ring smile in a genuine way.
Then the smile morphed into a smirk followed by the all too familiar cackle. “Is this ancestor’s hole really that go-“
Lang Qian Qiu covered his mouth, turning a deep red. “Don’t make me regret it.” But he knew he wouldn’t ever regret it.
A slimy tongue made the god pull his hand away from the ghost's smug expression. A dramatic sigh slipped from the ghosts mouth as his long and skinny arms flung around the gods neck. “You know, if you think about it, I didn’t stop anything.”
Qian Qiu hummed quietly, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I helped kill everyone to stop the Yong'an and Xianle people from living in peace.”
Lang Qian Qiu closed his eyes, he had wished this topic wouldn’t be brought up any more than it already had been.
“But...” Qi Rong was still watching the god as he peeked open an eye. “Here we are. Besides, everything worked out in the end, kinda.” Qi Rong rolled his eyes. “People weren’t so spiteful because of one’s ancestry. And it seemed… fair enough I suppose.”
“Why did you do it?” The question fell from Lang Qian Qiu’s lips before he even knew it.
“Well, cause An Le called for me. You know, as much as you wished and hoped that he was treated equally, he wasn’t. Hell even your parents would’ve turned on him in a heartbeat. Of course, if he was from Yong’an he would’ve lived quite a nice life.” Qi Rong’s expression was unreadable for once. He wasn’t exactly serious but he wasn’t taking this topic lightly. “The plans that many royals had for ‘peace’ between the people of Xianle and Yong’an were more of ‘we won’t mind if the people of Xianle live with us as long as they stay below our feet.’ Yong’an royalty couldn’t imagine the fact that someone of Xianle blood would ever come into the higher ranks after An Le. In fact after An Le died they were planning on never allowing Xianle descents to even step foot in the royal grounds.”
“How did you know this?”
“I had a few spies placed throughout your palace. I would listen in on the conversations between royals on Xianle. You could never imagine the things I had heard.” Qi Rong cupped Lang Qian Qiu’s face.”You know, sometimes I wish we could’ve met differently, under different circumstances.”
Lang Qian Qiu smiled softly. “That was really cringe.” Even with the soft punch from the ghost his smile only grew.
Maybe this was nice.
Actually… this was nice.
He liked Qi Rong.
Did that hurt something in him? Maybe just a little.
Were his ancestors rolling in their graves? Absolutely.
But he didn’t seem to mind anymore.